Chapter 639

Xue Antian's words made everyone in Xuehe behind him feel at a loss.

Ban Kaido?

Who is that?

When Chen Luoyang created the clone of the half-sea Taoist, the blood river lineage had already retreated into the sea of ​​blood.

Therefore, the blood river warriors present have basically never heard of the name of Bankai Taoist.

But when Shen Tianzhao heard the words, his eyes froze immediately: "You led me into the sea of ​​blood?"

Hearing this, the other Blood River warriors were shocked again.

Although it is still a little unclear, but contacting Xue Antian and Shen Tianzhao's conversation, they made one thing clear.

Xue Antian has connections with people from Blood Overseas, colludes internally and externally, and may be plotting something.

This is why Shen Tianzhao suddenly fell into the sea of ​​blood.

It's just that everyone just wanted to understand this point, and before they had time to speak, there was already a torrent of blood surging in front of them, turning into a vast river of blood and sweeping them away.

Facing Shen Tianzhao, Xue Antian didn't turn around, but he was merciless in his attack, and suddenly launched an attack, insidious and vicious.

The fierce sword light whizzed and caught the other people in the blood river by surprise. They were blocked in the secret hiding place and had nowhere to run.

Shen Tianzhao watched Xue Antian expressionlessly, neither stopping nor helping.

Shen Tianzhao just spoke after the remaining blood river warriors were all dead.

"Okay, now it's the two of us."

His tone was calm: "How can the Bankai Taoist not mention it for now? As for you, I thank you for leading me into the blood sea. I don't care what you think in private, because for me, coming here is the end of the blood river inheritance." , you and them are all the same."

Xue Antian looked at Shen Tianzhao with a smile.

Sword light surged around his body, turning into boundless blood.

The blood light surged upwards, like the sky, vast and boundless, majestic all over the world.

The blood light sank and turned into a roaring sea of ​​blood, and the sound of the waves was mournful and mournful.

In the middle, there is a blood-red Milky Way passing across the sky, with boundless hatred, running through the sky and sea, connecting ancient and modern times.

A blood phoenix circled and danced around the blood river, making a heart-pounding long cry.

Shen Tianzhao looked at Xue Antian and nodded: "In addition to the three major swordsmanship inherited from Xuehe's ancestors, you have also mastered Xue Cangsheng's bloodbath sky art. It is indeed extraordinary that one person possesses the four major swordsmanship. This generation of blood river descendants You are the strongest, but why have you never seen you in the world of mortals before?"

Although he was admiring, Shen Tianzhao's expression was still calm, but his sword intent was getting stronger and stronger.

A round of blood-red sun stirred all directions, as if it could crush the world, and confronted the blood-dark sky's sword intent without giving in.

"I'm afraid you are not weaker than the blood river old demon." Shen Tianzhao said coldly: "But so what?"

Two terrifying sword intents that stirred up the sea of ​​blood collided head-on, facing each other.

Compared to Shen Tianzhao, who was full of murderous aura, the blood river heir opposite him was much gentler.

The tall and thin young man was always calm and calm, with an unabated smile on his face, looking at Shen Tianzhao.

Shen Tianzhao was like a cold sword edge, without any emotion, staring at his opponent, ready to go.

But suddenly, he frowned slightly.

"you…………"

In Shen Tianzhao's eyes, there was a rare look of uncertainty.

Xue Antian smiled.

Another unique sword intent suddenly appeared on him.

It is darker, colder, and more ominous than the Blood River Sword Art!

Sen Leng's sword intent even made the blood in the surrounding blood sea freeze into ice.

It's like a gate to Hades is slowly opening here.

"...Netherworld swordsmanship, underworld sword?" Shen Tianzhao's eyes flickered, his expression was unkind, but he didn't make a move immediately.

He was not surprised that the descendants of Blood River knew Nether swordsmanship.

After all, the Blood River lineage has been dedicated to collecting and participating in the study of Nether Swordsmanship.

But Youjian, Miejian, and Juejian are all worth it, but Mingjian should be an exception.

The blood river lineage should never have mastered a style of dark sword.

Otherwise, in the decisive battle back then, the ancestor of Xuehe might not have fallen, and the family of Xuehe would not have hid in the sea of ​​blood to be isolated from the world.

After that, they lived in seclusion in the sea of ​​blood, and it was impossible to collect the sword of the underworld.

In particular, Shen Tianzhao observed carefully, and felt that Xue Antian's sword looked a bit like the Underworld Sword that Yan Mingkong had learned back then.

Tianhe also pursued Yan Mingkong at the beginning. Although Shen Tianzhao, who was Tianhe's first successor at that time, did not participate in it personally, he also knew something about it.

Because of this, he is paying special attention at this moment.

As far as he knew, the origin of the Underworld Sword that Yan Mingkong possessed had always been a mystery, and she was the only one who knew it.

What happened to this mysterious Blood River swordsman in front of him?

Shen Tianzhao's eyes became dark.

This is the first time he has faced Dark Sword face-to-face.

As a genius of swordsmanship and superb practice, he has another focus at the moment.

The opened gate of Hades seems to lead to the real hell, to the world belonging to the dead.

He seemed to see the dead Mrs. Dulong waving to him.

But for a moment he wasn't sure if it was fantasy or real.

The deepest string in Shen Tianzhao's heart seemed to be touched.

But he didn't show anything on his face, instead he became more and more serious.

"Blood River, there shouldn't be a Nether Sword." Shen Tianzhao stared at Xue Antian in front of him, his sword intent was even more murderous, which was shocking.

Although Chen Luoyang's incarnation Xue Antian was also surrounded by sword intent, he remained calm: "This is the sword technique of Huangquan, and it naturally comes from the realm of Huangquan."

He smiled: "If the ancestor hadn't fallen, I, as a disciple, would offer it up, but unfortunately, it's a little short."

"You want to say that you are not actually a descendant of Blood River, but a chess piece buried in the world of mortals?" Shen Tianzhao sneered.

"You can think whatever you want." The tall and thin young man spread his hands, "So what if I'm the heir of Blood River? You may not be my opponent."

His tone was calm, as if he was stating an ordinary thing, a well-known truth.

Shen Tianzhao's mood also did not fluctuate, and he said indifferently: "Then if you don't do it, what are you waiting for?"

"Because I have to admit that you are a good player, and it is not easy for me to win you, but you are different from the blood river old demon, and you will be a good helper." Xue Antian said calmly: "I am not a good fighter. There are better choices for people, there is no need to do it."

Shen Tianzhao said, "But in my eyes, you are no different from the old blood river demon."

"Wrong." Xue Antian raised a finger and shook it lightly: "I have what he doesn't have."

The sword intent of the blood river swords around him began to disappear, while the sword intent of Sen Han's chilling sword became more and more intense.

"Slaughtering the Blood River, this is your immediate goal, but after that, where are you going to go?" Xue Antian continued without waiting for Shen Tianzhao's answer: "Let's not say that you can't destroy my Blood River lineage. After you pursue this At the same time as the target, you betrayed Tianhe, and you have to face Yun Jizhong to clean up the door and face enemies on both sides, don't you prepare something for yourself?"

Between Wu Sheng and Wu Zun, the natural moat is difficult to cross, and it is even more critical of life and death. I don't know how many geniuses and evildoers have been stumped throughout the ages.

As amazing as Shen Tianzhao is, he doesn't dare to say that he will be able to pass.

But if there is more accumulation, the hope will grow.

The mystery of the Nether sword technique is unparalleled in the world of swordsmanship, needless to mention its effect.

Shen Tianzhao seemed unmoved: "You also said that my goal is Blood River, so why don't you take the initiative to pass on my ghost swordsmanship?"

"Of course, Yu Gong, the wider the Twelve Swords of the Netherworld are spread in the world, the better, especially for a swordsman genius like you." Xue Antian didn't take it seriously: "Yu Shi, I need time to attack Wu Zun's natural moat just like you, I need time to tidy up the blood river, and I need helpers, and bring the blood river back to the world of mortals with me."

"You and I can't do anything to each other right now anyway, so we might as well cooperate to benefit both, and compare to see who can cross that chasm first, or we can compare each other after we both have mastered swordsmanship."

Xue Antian talked eloquently, but Shen Tianzhao remained calm.

But he keenly captured the peculiarities in the other party's wording.

Yu Gong...

This so-called public and private, who is the public for?

Is the other party deliberately setting him up, or does he really have other intentions?

The realm of the underworld, the world of the dead...

Shen Tianzhao's thoughts were ups and downs, but his face remained expressionless: "After all, you, like the ancestor of Xuehe, want me to join the blood river."

Xue Antian once again raised a finger and shook it lightly: "It is you who cooperate with me, not you and Xuehe.

Speaking of the teacher's original plan, there is no second day, since there is me, why should there be you?

It's just that right now you and I cooperate, which is in the best interest of both parties, because our enemies are not just each other. "

Shen Tianzhao remained silent.

Xue Antian didn't say much anymore, the two faced each other from a distance, their sword intent collided, and their sharpness remained undiminished.

After a long time, Shen Tianzhao finally broke the silence.

"As you said, I will cooperate with you, but I will not help Xuehe." He said quietly: "I will not touch them now, but I may change my mind at any time."

"Deal." Xue Antian smiled, the condensed blood water turned into an ice sword, and then threw it to Shen Tianzhao on the spot.

Shen Tianzhao also seemed to have no doubts, and directly picked it up, trying to figure out the meaning of the sword.

However, he didn't start to practice immediately, but began to think about finding an opportunity to return to the world of mortals and look for Yan Mingkong.

Now that he has seen the uniqueness of Mingjian with his own eyes, he immediately pays attention to things that he didn't care about before.

Xue Antian, who Chen Luoyang transformed into, smiled slightly.

Recently, I have gained something new from comprehending Nether swordsmanship, but I also have new worries. Let the No. 2 test subject help me find out the depth first.

The other party may have thought of looking for Yan Mingkong.

Ah…………

Only ghosts can be found.

With their own minds, the two shuttled through the sea of ​​blood.

The battle here is still going on.

The blood river old demon is rampant.

Suddenly, a tyrannical sword light shot out across the sky, blocking the blood river old demon for everyone.

Both the enemy and us were shocked.

Because Xue Antian, who appeared in front of them at this moment, has reached the peak of the eighteenth realm of Martial Saints, and is extremely powerful, even more than the old blood river demon.

The old demon Xuehe was in shock, and just as he was about to regain his strength, Xue Antian calmly wiped his blade.

"Do it."

Before the words were finished, the blood-red sun rose, and Shen Tianzhao appeared behind the blood river old demon with a blank face.

Everyone at the scene stared wide-eyed in an instant.