I Am a Magic Sword Chapter 198:
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"Power!"
"Kill!"
"Fear!"
Seventeen scarlet eyes gleamed with weird light, and his tall and burly body swelled sharply, and his aura suddenly exploded. Amidst the thunder, he suddenly appeared in front of Yi Huan.
"Seven Blood Demon!"
The blood mist in the blood mist suddenly thickened, and Yi Huan felt suffocated by the violent killing intent.
He has never seen such a violent killing intent!
Even the murderous aura on the dead master Jia Songyuan can't match the Chen Pengfei in front of him!
For an instant, he began to fear!
"General Yi!" Xiong Zaiyuan shouted loudly.
This loud roar restored Yi Huan's mind, and he immediately used his true essence, using his combat instinct to block the sword in front of him.
The scarlet sword brought blood-red sword glow and slashed fiercely on the long sword, and the cyan light on the long sword was instantly defeated by the blood-red sword glow.
The irresistible force struck, the long sword bent, and the body of the sword was tightly pressed against Yi Huan's body by the Scarlet Blood Sword.
"Bang!"
The scarlet sword slapped Yi Huan, and Yi Huan felt like he had been smashed by a mountain!
Yi Huan fell from mid-air, fell into a sea of people, and was smashed to the ground severely. The rolled up airflow directly blew the soldiers of the two countries within 50 meters.
After the smoke and dust dispersed, only a deep pit remained on the spot. In the center of the pit, half barefoot was exposed outside.
Xiong Zaiyuan reminded with a calm face: "Don't fight with that guy, he is stronger than me!"
"He is too strong. It was only the mid-innate period three days ago. Now it is the late-innate period. His strength is even stronger than that of ordinary innate martial artists. It's just abnormal!"
"..."
"That guy is not easy, his killing sword intent is very strong!" Xiong Zai thought for a while and said, "I feel that his killing sword intent is not the strongest mood he has mastered. He should have also cultivated another one at the same time. This kind of mood, no, it should be a major. I have never seen that kind of unknown mood before, but it is definitely better than his killing mood!"
The innate master said silently, "Hid you so deep?"
"Yes, terrible guy!" Xiong Zaiyuan said in a deep voice.
A general martial artist can understand a kind of artistic conception, that is, God is very kind to him!
A warrior who can comprehend two moods is very rare!
Moreover, even if the top geniuses understand the two moods, they will almost always choose only one kind of mood to practice rationally.
Because only when the mood is improved, the strength can be improved. If you want to break through to the broken world, you must understand the profound meaning. If you understand multiple moods at the same time, your strength will increase very slowly, almost double the slowness!
From a long-term point of view, it is definitely not worth the loss to cultivate multiple moods. Only one kind of mood is the most wise!
But the aura that Xiong exudes on Yuanneng Seventeen can be seen. Seventeen's understanding of another unknown artistic conception is also very profound, much stronger than the killing artistic conception!
"He has not reached sixteen this year?"
Xiong Zaiyuan replied: "That's what the information says!"
"It's definitely a lie, I believe him at forty-six!" Another general late innate asked anxiously, "Then how do we kill him?"
The bear glanced at the pit on the ground from a distance, took a deep breath and said: "Don't think about it so much, first think about how to not be killed!"
"..."
In the Scarlet Blood Sword, Chen Hao couldn't help shaking his head when he heard Xiong Zaiyuan's words.
Xiong Zaiyuan was a little wrong.
Seventeen comprehensions of the artistic conception of force are not as profound as the artistic conception of killing, but the artistic conception of force is inherently stronger than the artistic conception of killing!
It is very difficult for them not to be killed by Seventeen, unless they immediately turn around and flee, there may be a chance!
Seventeen comprehend three kinds of moods, strong physical defense, cultivated techniques and martial arts are equally top-notch, and the red blood sword provides him with the effect of double the destructive power of swordsmanship, and it is not a problem to leapfrog the innate peak!
What's more, Xiong Zaiyuan's hands were seriously injured, and his combat effectiveness was greatly reduced!
Unsurprisingly Chen Hao, another late general of the White Dragon Legion died again under the Scarlet Blood Sword.
Looking at Seventeen's body, the wound he had created with great difficulty began to heal continuously, and the bear smirked while holding the bleeding wound in his abdomen far away!
It's... so desperate!
This is the first time Xiong Zaiyuan has encountered such a desperate person!
The opponent is just an innate late master.
Simply a monster!
The bear in despair is far away, his eyes are red. He seems to have lost his mind, his eyes become blood red, and he directly attacked Seventeen.
"Has it started again?" Chen Hao whispered, "Standing for a long time with seventeen dozens, the ending is like that green poisonous old man."
Two pairs of red eyes appeared in mid-air.
A pair of eyes are desperate and crazy.
A pair of eyes are cold and crazy.
……
The three congenital masters fell one after another, and the other congenital masters of the White Dragon Legion who paid attention to the battle here were panicked, and the evil spirit aura began to take advantage of the void!
Then Qiu Yiming and the others took the opportunity to kill two mid-innate generals and three early-innate generals. Only a few of them had good strengths and first-rate innate masters escaped the blood fog.
With the escape of the innate generals, the defeat of the White Dragon Legion is inevitable!
On the battlefield, once the Lord will escape, no matter how elite soldiers are, they will collapse. What's more, the fear that the evil spirit aura brings to them is too great!
Seventeen stood in the air and looked at the soldiers of the White Dragon Legion who were over 100,000. They were afraid, terrified, and desperate in his eyes!
He gently shook the blood water on the Scarlet Blood Sword, looking at the enemies and whispering: "Be afraid! Fear! Feel... my despair!"
Chen Hao looked at Seventeen's eyes, and his scarlet eyes were also full of despair!
"Listen to my orders...kill them all!"
Seventeen's voice echoed in the blood mist, ringing in everyone's ears.
His voice seems to have magical powers, the soldiers of the Southern Cloud Kingdom are even more crazy, and the soldiers of the White Dragon Legion are even more frightened and desperate!
Blood mist slowly diffused, covering the entire Linhu City.
Until the evening of the next day, the battle was not over, and soldiers from the White Dragon Legion continued to return to the city.
In Linhu City, civilians were mobilized to clean up the corpses piled up in the streets.
Outside the city, a pit nearly a hundred meters long was excavated, and countless corpses were dumped inside.
In the dungeon, a fiery carbon fire was burning. Seventeen sat on the Grand Master’s chair and looked at Yi Huan who was tied to an iron frame.
Yihuan's dantian is dead, he stared at Seventeen with hateful eyes.
Unfortunately, his eyes can't kill people, and he can't even stir up any waves in Seventeen's heart!
"Tell me, are the survivors of the Lan family caught by you? Are they still alive? Where are they?"
"How many times have you asked this question, I will tell you...I will never tell you when I die!"
"..."
Standing behind Seventeen, Qiu Yiming counted silently in his heart: "Thirty-eighth time."
"Tell me, are the survivors of the Lan family caught by you? Are they still alive? Where are they?"
"You kill me!"
The thirty-ninth time.
……
"Tell me, are the survivors of the Lan family caught by you? Are they still alive? Where are they?"
"You are crazy!"
Forty-first time.
"Tell me, are the survivors of the Lan family caught by you? Are they still alive? Where are they?"
Yi Huan had closed his eyes long ago, and didn't want to pay attention to Seventeen.
"..."
Nine hundred seventy.