Chapter 2503： Stubborn

2504-Sword

At the moment, the atmosphere in the field was condensed to the extreme. No one dared to lie in the center of the battle between these two peerless powerhouses. It was quickly that the sword in the hands of the immortal was quietly detached from his palm , And gradually suspended in front of him.

The long sword trembled continuously, and gradually dazzled again and again, but this time, the bright light was not too bright, but it should not be underestimated.

The fairy martial artist slowly closed his eyes, and he extended his palm, but instead of holding the sword handle, he placed it on the blade.

"What he wants to do."

Seeing this amazing scene, many people exclaimed silently. This immortal warrior wanted to do what next, Feng Hao frowned, and he had a vague idea in his heart.

"Blood awakens the sword spirit."

At the moment, there are some people who seem to recognize this kind of doorway, and their faces are suddenly shocked. Feng Hao catches them, his face is also slightly changed, sword spirit.

It is rumored that in the very distant past, there was a vein of sword cultivation. Their main specialty is not powerful sword art or terrible sword spirit, but sword spirit. The sword on each of them is equal to their life. Since childhood, he has been using his own blood to cultivate the sword, so that the true spirit in the sword can wake up.

No one knows exactly how this method works, but one thing is certain: once the sword spirit in the sword is awakened, the power is almost terrible, and there are many records even on ancient books. .

At the moment, when I saw this immortal warrior, he actually knew this secret method. Feng Hao's expression became more cautious. His hands quietly connected with the handprints. On his surface, he also began to quietly have a mysterious pattern. It ’s been constantly growing from the depths of his body. After a while, his body is already covered with these mysterious runes. Suddenly, the momentum of his entire body has begun a crazy surge. .

"The reckless uprising."

Feng Hao roared low, and then suddenly, his whole body changed dramatically.

The original height of eighteen meters actually directly became huge again, and the sound of crackling bones continued to be heard in the body. With the runes on the surface constantly flashing the bright gods, Fenghao was almost Can't feel any pain.

He just realized that in his body, there was a powerful force that could not be expressed in words, and he was like a bucket full of water. Such a powerful force was about to be Pentium came out.

"laugh."

A subtle sound suddenly emerged behind Feng Hao, two soft nine-color gods, just between one breath, there are a pair of huge nine-color wings, flapping constantly, and at this time the wind Hao's breath also climbed to the top

In the face of Feng Hao with such a posture, the immortal warrior looked very dignified. Until now, he has not been able to detect the real power of Feng Hao. In his exploration, there is always a vague illusion. It was in Feng Hao's body that there seemed to be a very powerful force so powerful that he could not even compete with it.

Of course, Xian Wuzhe guessed that this might be his own illusion. Perhaps it was because Feng Hao's state at this time had caused him to have this illusion, but he was not a weak person, knowing that he was waiting for the actual oppression. Next, if I do n’t have any means anymore, I am afraid that I will be overwhelmed by the other party alive.

"Well."

The immortal warrior roared, his face suddenly became flushed, and his palm was under the eyes of all, after he grasped the blade, no matter how sharp the blade was in his palm, the red blood flowed continuously. Out.

Blood was continuously flowing between his five fingers, and all the blood was incorporated into the sword body, and the long sword suspended in front of him actually started to absorb the blood that kept flowing from him. The swords became bright red.

Such an amazing scene really scared a lot of people, and with the change of the long sword, the breath of the immortal warrior suddenly became a leaky balloon, and his face became pale pale instantly, as if it were Excessive energy is lost.

But at this time, the long sword floating in front of him was constantly trembling, exuding a strange red **** mang, just a glance can make people tremble.

"Go on."

Xian Wuzhe looked at this long sword that was integrated into almost all of himself, and the corner of his mouth slightly raised a sneer, completely ignoring the injury of his palm, pointing his fingers together, directly pointing at Fenghao.

"Om."

Suddenly, the energy fluctuations between heaven and earth instantly became violent. The energy of this hundred miles was actually absorbed by this sword. It was only a moment. A blood-red goddess is like this. Lightning penetrated the space in general, and blasted rapidly towards Fenghao.

Wherever the blood-red sword passed, a black crack appeared directly in the space, running silently through the sky, even through the heart of Fenghao directly.

Faced with such a fierce offensive blow, Feng Hao took a deep breath and his face became extremely dignified. At this moment, in his eyes, the one that kept firing at him was no longer a simple sword. , But a true spirit.

He seemed to be facing a true spirit transformed by a sword, possessing terrible terrible energy, and the wings behind Feng Hao were constantly flashing. In the next moment, the palm of his hand was a group of weak nines. Looks bright.

There was a faint dragon sound, and this time he had to use the power of nine pole condemnation, because the opponent played the strongest hole card, as a different existence, only the power of nine pole condemnation can be countered. .

At present, the sky is suddenly overcast with clouds, and from time to time there are bright and bright flashes of light. This world is becoming extremely depressed. Of course, this is only a momentary thing. After Feng Hao fully condenses his momentum, that A red mang who was advancing rapidly like a thunder, was already in front of him with a long black space crack.

"Om."

With a subtle sound, Feng Hao said slowly and quickly, and the power of the nine-color condemnation wrapped around the palm of his hand suddenly turned into a real dragon, violently colliding with that red godman, now It did not detonate a loud sound, nor did it emit terrifying energy waves.