World of Cultivation: Hundredth section of blood is always horizontal
The hundredth section of blood is always horizontal
The moment Zuo Mo got up, ChangSenior Brother opened his eyes and stood up.
"I'm Changheng." Changheng simply introduced it, and it looked like he was talking about home with ordinary friends.
"I'm Zuo Mo." Zuo Mo somewhat replied cautiously, for some reason, it seemed that there was no sharp perseverance, but it made him feel the pressure, the pressure that only felt on Wei Sheng Senior Brother. Taking this opportunity, he looked at each other carefully. The body was washed with somewhat white and gray gray shorts, which was unusually dazzling among the gorgeous British silk disciples. Round face with short hair, hair like wire, standing upright.
"You surprised me." Chang Heng continued: "I heard that your Senior Brother Wei Sheng understands sword essence. I didn't expect that you also realized sword essence."
There was an uproar all around!
They may not have enough eyesight to see the details of Zuo Mo, but everyone understands what sword essence stands for. Lin Yuan and others' faces suddenly relaxed a lot, let alone say that losing to a genius who understands sword essence is nothing shameful. Even the sitting king Senior Brother could not help shaking his head and grinning. If he had known Zuo Mo and realized sword essence, he would never have played.
The eyes of everyone looking at Zuo Mo are completely different immediately, full of awe and respect. Of course, envy and jealousy will inevitably be mixed.
Zuo Mo shook his head: "I'm far worse than Senior Brother." He was quite surprised. He often saw at a glance his own strength and definitely not weak.
"You don't have to be too modest." Chang Heng waved his hands casually: "Wei Sheng I will go to him in the future."
Seeing the other person so casually say Wei Sheng Senior Brother, Zuo Mo is very upset, and snorted: "Let's compare this before talking."
Changing his head often: "You are not my opponent."
"How do you know?" Zuo Mo was not convinced.
"I'm Pulse Condensation soon." Chang horizontally fluttered and made Zuo Mo dumb. He had to admit that the other party was right. The cultivation of the two sides was too different. His cultivation increased rapidly, and now it is only the fourth layer of Foundation Establishment. The other party Pulse Condensation is the tenth layer of Foundation Establishment.
Although he has previously beaten Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator in Qi Refine Stage, he is quite clear that in that case, half of the reasons should be attributed to the opponent.
But Chang Heng, Zuo Mo couldn't help but glance up, the composure of the other party and the ubiquitous pressure convinced him that the other party was strong. Zuo Mo's combat experience already is quite rich. He is not stupid who can provoke and who cannot provoke.
"I confess to losing! Which one do you pick?" Zuo Mo responded extremely fast, bachelor said. He came for money, and now he's making a lot of money. Even if he loses, he also won four games and won three talisman. Such a rich harvest, he was satisfied with already.
At first glance, Changheng is not at the same level as himself, and there is definitely no chance of winning, so it is better to admit defeat. If you get hurt in the opponent's hand, it's even worse. As soon as you see the good, as a businessman, it is a must-see, Zuo Mo is so self-consoling.
Changheng stared at Zuo Mo for a long while, then suddenly smiled: "You are a smart man."
"Know the current affairs." Zuo Mo arched, wishing to leave immediately. The longer he stayed, the more he felt that the ordinary man in front of him was dangerous: "Often Senior Brother can pick one at will, and the younger brother will surely put it in his hands."
Chang Heng was unmoved, his gaze was distant, and he said indifferently, "If you can pick me up, take something with you. If you can't, leave everything behind."
Zuo Mo burst into his heart, and Chang Hengyue said it lightly, the more disturbed he was: "Chang Senior Brother, younger ..."
"Where I stand, keep my rules." Chang Heng didn't take his eyes off.
The surrounding birds are silent, and even the air suddenly seems to become Xiao Suo killing everyone. Everyone can't help breathing, everyone knows that the most exciting place today is coming. The Lingying disciples, all inexplicably, dominated by Changheng Senior Brother and completely conquered them. Even Tao Yaner, those peach eyes were unwilling to move away from Changheng Senior Brother for a moment.
So far, Chang Heng has not shown any strength and no action, but he is like the owner of this land, so taken for granted, so unquestionable.
Zuo Mo took a deep breath, and he realized that the battle was unavoidable.
The request made by the opponent is not excessive. As long as he blocks his move, Zuo Mo is equivalent to victory. If there is no need to fight, today's victory is tantamount to an instant. The opponent has enough reasons to surround himself. Changheng used the tactics previously used in Zuo Mo to put himself in an unfavorable position and then forced the other party to agree to follow his own route.
It feels so bad! Zuo Mo shook his head and wanted to leave these thoughts behind.
Today ’s battle, all bet on this trick!
But ... even the Cultivator of the Pulse Condensation period, dare not vouch for the ticket and say that they will be able to solve it by one stroke. Since you can't escape, come on!
Think about it before and after, adjust the Zuo Mo of the Aura to open the rack, and Shen said: "As Senior Brother wishes!"
"Yes, I like it." Chang Heng nodded in appreciation.
Then he untied his clothes, revealing his lean upper body, with a copper ring in the middle of the collarbone.
What does this do?
The onlooking Cultivators were all puzzled and whispered in whispers. The Lingying disciples, however, did the opposite. They were all excited, extended their necks, widened their eyes, and stared at Changheng Senior Brother, as if something exciting was about to happen.
Zuo Mo is also puzzled by somewhat, but he keeps his heart on his mind and doesn't dare to relax in the slightest.
Closing your eyes often, touching the copper ring between your clavicle with your right hand. Then he did something that surprised all ***-he slowly pulled the copper ring up!
Zi!
Under the copper ring, a blood-red sword blade is attached, which is slowly pulled out of the flesh of the chest.
There is no painful expression on Chang Heng's face. Instead, he showed a gentle and intoxicated expression.
Zuo Mo was frightened by the weird and **** picture in front of her, and her hair was erect. Not only Zuo Mo, in fact, almost everyone around showed a look of fear, and some timid, already vomited desperately.
"Too ... savage ..." Yan Mingzi trembled with excitement.
When the blood-red sword was pulled completely from Changheng's body, the fear penetrated into everyone's bone marrow. This is a very, very strange sword. The sword is not very long, only about one and a half feet long, **** wide, blood red throughout the body, and no sword handle. The blood red blade is directly connected to the copper ring. The copper ring is just fine. Put your fingers in.
Strangely, there are no wounds on Changheng's body, and the clavicle is smooth.
The picture in front of him is just a man holding a slightly weird red flying sword. But anyone who saw the scene just now can never forget it, such a scene full of monster blood.
Chang Heng opened his eyes, his expression was as usual, and even his voice remained unchanged. "This ring sword is called" Blood Spider. "
Zuo Mo The scalp is exploded. If you are close to the enemy, the hands holding the sword will not help sweating.
If Chang Heng previously gave him only lightly but the ubiquitous pressure, the blood spider's sword in his hand was always horizontal. The pressure on him was like a sea of blood, he had nowhere escape! Sudden changes in pressure, and weaker minds may collapse in a flash. Zuo Mo has an illusion, everything in front of it seems to be gradually stained with a layer of blood red.
Zuo Mo subconsciously tightened the dripping sword in his hands. The sword body suddenly came with a sense of quiet and soft water. Although very light, at this time, it eased the tension in his heart.
No! If you go on like this, you lose without having to fight!
Zuo Mo Close your eyes, hold your breath, secretly transport "Breath Refining God". The physical strength spiritual power runs, and the jerkiness of consciousness gradually becomes lively from the beginning.
Unconsciously, the fear in Zuo Mo's heart was greatly weakened, and his restless heart gradually calmed down.
I don't know when there is a blood line in Changheng's eyes, he glanced at Zuo Mo with appreciation. But this look fell into the eyes of others, but a cold air came out from the bottom of his heart, like an savage blood spider coldly staring at his prey.
He gently shakes his fingers, and the Blood Spider Sword, which is put on his fingers, rotates quickly, bringing up a round of blood-red light.
"Blood Spider Sword" turns faster and faster, it makes a buzzing light, and gradually, the buzz becomes a very cold hissing sound. An overwhelming Aura of savage is overwhelmingly centered on Changheng.
At this time, the onlookers who were close together turned pale and fled when they wanted to turn, but found that their feet were weak. Flapping, they fell to the ground.
Only one person wearing a black gauze stand in place, motionless. The clothes on his body squeaked, but the veil of the bucket was still motionless, and a pair of narrow eyes like a blade were faintly visible.
Zuo Mo only feels in the sea of Bloody Sky. The huge blood waves roll and roar, crashing and covering the sky. They are like a small boat, extremely small and erratic. They may be swallowed up by these huge waves at any time. .
Suddenly, a wave of blood rose in front of him, turned into a strangely ugly blood beast, opened his mouth and snarled at him.
Holding the Drip Sword, closing your eyes and holding the breath of the Zuo Mo, all of the spiritual power already unknowingly poured into the Drip Sword in your hand. The Drip Sword is like the same creek, the water is undulating and changing.
Seeing that big mouth of blood bowl was about to swallow him, he lifted up the crooked stream in his hands little by little!
And the stream that the dripping sword turned into in his hand suddenly changed. The distant flames erupted in the water, exuding an amazing chill, and the short stream also slowly waved like waves. If Zuo Mo can see it, he will surely find that the Drip Sword looks exactly like the sword river in his Sea of Consciousness!
A multitude of water-shaped flames, when swallowed, will always produce countless fine swords like ice crystals. Tidal fluctuations are constantly intensifying, water-shaped flames are burning, and the cold is getting stronger!
Zuo Mo is holding a puffy flame in his hands. His clothes are all broken, he roars, exhausts his whole body, and cuts down from the bottom up!
The first time after sword essence fusion-"Li Shui Burning Sky"!