Eleven forms of blood of the sky.”

Night was shrouded, and the whole world was plunged into darkness.

Even the scorching sun above our heads was covered.

This darkness covers not only the eyes, but also the heart.

Even perception cannot spread in this darkness.

Something seemed to be dancing in the darkness.

Immediately afterwards there was a flash of blood red.

The blade cut through the silent void, and the blood on it seemed to gather into a river.

That's a river of blood.

This sword came with rivers of blood, mountains of corpses, and overwhelming killing intent.

"In seconds, one move can block other people's perception, and one move can enhance one's own perception.

But this blood, the killing is too heavy."

Old Man Baihu said.

He stretched out his right hand and touched it gently in the void.

Just hearing a "boom", a phantom appeared in the void.

This phantom cannot be seen clearly, but when it opens its eyes.

The darkness of heaven and earth begins in the day and begins in the night.

It swallowed it in one gulp, swallowing up the entire boundless river of blood.

"Twelve postures destroy the void,

The Wrath of the Thirteen Shiki King."

The next moment, I saw waves of extinguished sword intent emerging from Ba Ying.

The sword intent soared into the sky, shattering the entire void above his head.

The shadow of a monster was condensed from this sword intention.

This monster was all purple, huge and roaring.

The monster also holds a knife in his hand.
Chapter completed!