Xu Yang said calmly: "No need to remind you!"

He took out his palm, and eight major trends were circulating and shining, an artistic conception that surrounded the world and had no way out, wrapped the blood-drinking sword spirit tightly so that it could not escape.

"The sea of ​​blood is boundless!"

The Blood Drinking Sword Spirit roared wildly, and a pair of palms raised, triggering the endless waves of blood seas, gathering into a craze of thousands of sword energy, offsetting the power of Xu Yang's palm.

In this battle, both sides were evenly matched. However, Xu Yang had to overwhelm the opponent in a limited time before he could win, otherwise he would have to become a sword slave.

"Hehe, Xu Yang, is your strength limited to this? It disappoints me so much, the Blood-Changing Demon Sword!"

The Blood Drinking Sword Spirit suddenly turned into a narrow sword and shot out into the sky. The blood-colored clouds in the sky condensed into its sword body one by one, and soon formed a blood-colored demon sword connecting to the extreme of the sky, piercing down towards Xu Yang.

Xu Yang's face remained unchanged. He held a palm of the sky, and the eight major trends shone together. The blood-colored demon sword was exhausted and useless. The blood-colored clouds were shattered and turned into the narrow sword edge again, and then turned back to the appearance of the Blood-Drinking Sword Spirit.

"Damn it, are you not in a hurry at all? Your blood is constantly flowing out!" The Blood-Drinking Sword Spirit roared, as if it was not Xu Yang who was bleeding, but him.

"I'm very surprised. You should be happy, right? If my blood has dried up?" Xu Yang smiled slightly, "Why don't you delay time and take the initiative instead? This will only reveal more of your flaws."

The Blood-Drinking Sword Spirit said coldly: "Hmph, what a magic weapon I am, how could I do that kind of miserable thing? I just want to defeat you with the strongest posture and make you convinced and become my sword slave."

This blood-drinking sword has a sense of arrogance, which determines that it will not compromise. It will not escape. It will only fight head-on with the enemy until death.

Xu Yang said leisurely: "Okay, then come on. I really want to know, what is your bottom line of strength? It won't be the only two moves just now, right?"

The Blood Drinking Sword Spirit was irritated, and he roared in his throat. Then he stretched out his hand and made a move: "Blood Soul Resurrection!"

In the sea of ​​blood, bloody figures slowly walked out. Their eyes were dull and their steps were mechanically precise, as if each step had been carefully measured, and there would be no deviation in the slightest.

"These are the masters of Xuanzong that I killed? The Xuanzong of the Peng family, the Donglai clans... and even Jiang Jingwei, the Beiyu City? He was obviously not killed by me." Xu Yang said.

"As long as I am present, some of the dead souls will be swallowed by me and turned into my food." The Blood Drinking Sword Spirit said coldly, "Go, Blood Soul."

After receiving the command of the Blood Drinking Sword Spirit, the blood-light figures shot out one by one and hit Xu Yang with his head.

Xu Yang smiled slightly: "I am not my opponent when I am alive, let alone die." He bounced his fingers and shot out a series of powerful forces, shattering the remnant souls of Xuanzong.

The shattered residual soul of Xuanzong exploded into a light spot and merged into the sea of ​​blood again. Not long after, the residual soul of Xuanzong crawled out again.

"It's quite interesting to be able to resurrect infinitely." Xu Yang secretly evaluated the power of the Blood Drinking Sword.

Suddenly, a blood soul rushed up. Xu Yang was about to wave his hand to shake it away, but suddenly he saw the blood soul swelling like an inflatable air. Then it exploded suddenly.

This explosion was extremely powerful, almost comparable to Xuanjun's master's full-strength attack. Xu Yang was shocked and his body rolled continuously in the air.

"This is just the beginning!" The Blood-Drinking Sword Spirit roared. "Stronger Blood Soul, Resurrection!"

The powerful blood soul will take more time to recover. I saw tall figures slowly crawling out of the sea of ​​blood, almost reaching a height of ten feet, and a powerful aura surged all over my body.

"Is that the remnant souls of the Xuanjun of Donglai who were killed by me?" Xu Yang finally fixed his body. The Xuanzong self-destruction just now hurt him. If he encountered Xuanjun self-destruction, what a terrifying power would it be?

However, this self-destructive attack seems to have its drawbacks. The residual soul that self-destructive and perished will truly disappear and will never crawl out of the sea of ​​blood again.

"With the indestructible Bodhicitta, we summoned the wrathful Ming King of the Three Worlds, and became the supreme power of subduing demons, subdued the demons of the past, the demons of the present, and the demons of the future!"

Xu Yang chanted the scriptures and brought blessings to the king of the three generations and to his body. His breath suddenly increased several times, and his eyebrows opened and closed like lightning.

Blood souls rushed over, Xu Yang sat cross-legged, and his body emitted infinite lights, isolating the blood souls. The infinite light continued to extend, and on the light curtain, blood souls stuck to it, and he could only struggle hard.

"Damn it, explode, explode, explode!"

The Blood Drinking Sword Spirit roared, but the residual souls attached to the halo of demons could not explode themselves. Their dull eyes even regained a hint of agility, as if they gradually became self-aware.

Xu Yang's body was as stable as a rock, but his face gradually became pale, which was the result of his blood flowing out continuously.

"Hmph, Xu Yang thinks you are amazing, but you can't hold on for long!" The Blood-Drinking Sword Spirit's eyes were complicated, "More than half of your blood has been lost... You will soon become my sword slave."

"You seem to be very unhappy?" Xu Yang's lips were pale and he smiled slightly.

In ordinary human body, one-third of the blood flows out, shock and coma will occur, and continuing bleeding will directly lead to death. Xu Yang's vitality is strong, and one-third is not his limit. However, the continuous blood loss also has a great impact on him.

A hazy illusion began to appear in front of Xu Yang's eyes, and the sound of the heart pumping was clearly audible. A trace of thirst appeared in his throat. Looking at the scenery ahead, there would be large black shadows.

"I just...a little regretful," the Blood-Drinking Sword Spirit looked cold, "Sure enough, no matter how strong a genius is, it has its limits. You are not my master... No, our mysterious weapon should not have a master. We are the strongest, without weaknesses, and a perfect existence!"

Xu Yang's blood is constantly losing and is almost dry.

"Okay, turn into a sword slave... Bloody funeral, Requiem song."

The Blood Drinking Sword Spirit waved his sleeves, and the sea of ​​blood waves hit the coast, and a surging farewell song surged out. This was not a mysterious move, but a ritual prepared by the Blood Drinking Sword Spirit for Xu Yang's fall. No matter what, Xu Yang rescued him from the seal, which was a kind of kindness.

"Don't worry, even if you become my sword slave... I will not do anything to your relatives. I will go far away and work hard to become the strongest sword." The Blood-drinking Sword Spirit was a little lonely.

"Thank you for your kindness."

Suddenly, a chuckle sounded in the ears of the Blood Drinking Sword Spirit. (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!

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