The saber light was cold and murderous. It was far from what a normal martial artist of Mirror Moon Tower could compare to.
The Moon Mirror Pavilion's Elder Tang Jian, who had fought with Old Demon Blood Shadow before, used the Moon Mirror Pavilion's Cold Moon Saber, which was passed down through the direct line of Moon Mirror Pavilion. Compared to the current Yao Kui, the difference was huge.
The Cold Moon Saber split the rain of blood in half. The saber light went against the heavens and went straight for the blood phoenix.
"Do you think I'm afraid of you?" Blood Shadow sneered.
The blood phoenix flapped its wings in the air. Its feathers turned into bloody threads that crisscrossed in the air like a fine net.
Yao Kui's Cold Moon Saber flew past, cutting off the bloody threads one by one.
But every time it came into contact with a bloody thread, the saber light dimmed a little, and the blade was stained a little more.
Countless bloody threads crisscrossed and finally contaminated the Cold Moon Saber.
Although the saber light was strong, it was continuously worn down and finally became an arrow at the end of its flight.
In the end, more than half of the fine net of blood was cut, but the Cold Moon Saber that Yao Kui threw out was like a flying insect that had crashed into a spider's web. It was stuck and couldn't move.
Yao Kui tried to use his own Qi to make the saber fly back, but found that the Cold Moon Saber was stuck in the net of blood and no longer under his control.
In the air, streaks of bloody light spread rapidly toward Yao Kui.
They had actually contaminated his Qi, and in turn, intended to contaminate Yao Kui himself.
Yao Kui's expression changed slightly. His opponent's demonic art was more evil and domineering than he had expected.
He could only cut off his Qi and completely give up on the Cold Moon Saber.
The blood phoenix let out a long, mournful cry. Bloody threads filled the air and flew toward the people of Mirror Moon Tower.
Blood Shadow was extremely pleased. He couldn't help but want to howl at the sky.
Although martial artists were good at fighting, he wasn't bad either.
Even though they were both at Realm Seven, there was still a difference in strength.
The key was that the Blood of the Phoenix he cultivated was better than the other party's martial arts inheritance from Mirror Moon Tower.
Ever since His Majesty imparted the Blood of the Phoenix Book to me, this old man has been diligently cultivating it, and now I've finally seen some results … Amidst the old devil's loud laughter, the blood phoenix flapped its wings and directly swooped down to attack the people of Mirror Moon Tower.
Streaks of blood shot down like a rain of arrows.
Yao Kui had no choice but to block with his Qi shield.
But this time, the blood threads pierced into the Qi shield like iron nails piercing through cowhide.
As soon as he stabbed it, every blood vein was like a strange snake with its own life and thoughts, wriggling non-stop.
At this moment, the originally invisible and colorless Qi Shield was like a drop of blood dripping into a pond, quickly being dyed red.
Yao Kui had a feeling that the evil power of his opponent was penetrating his shield and attacking him.
At this critical moment, the other Mirror Moon Tower martial practitioners all threw out their Cold Moon Blades and attacked the bloody phoenix, helping their own Elder Yao get out of this predicament.
The Blood Phoenix ignored him completely, as if he didn't exist.
Dozens of Cold Moon Blades slashed into the Blood Phoenix's body.
The blood that made up the phoenix's body surged. After a series of undulations, it returned to its original state.
And the disciples of the Mirror Moon Tower found that they had all lost control of their weapons.
In the next moment, the phoenix spread its wings. The crescent scimitars were like the feathers at the end of its wings.
Blood Shadow was calm. While suppressing Yao Kui, he imitated Zhang Dongyun's movements in the past.
Seeing that he seemed to have regained some of His Majesty's elegance, the Old Devil was extremely happy.
The bloody phoenix that he had transformed into flapped its wings. The crescent scimitars flew out under the guidance of the blood threads and attacked the people of the Mirror Moon Tower.
The martial practitioners of the Mirror Moon Tower hurriedly raised their round Mirror Light Shields to block.
But a dozen round shields were broken on the spot. The disciples of the Mirror Moon Tower behind the shields were killed by their own crescent scimitars.
When the Old Devil was wantonly attacking, he suddenly became alert.
A large river fell from the sky and rushed towards him.
The source of the river was a scroll of painting.
The owner was Mr. Ling Ping of the Cheng Family, Cheng Luo.
Cheng Luo waved his brush and splashed ink to write a poem about cleansing the filth of the Clear River. He manifested the river and washed away the filthy blood.
Blood Shadow was fighting against many alone, but he was still fearless.
The bloody phoenix flapped its wings. Under the guidance of the blood threads, dozens of crescent scimitars slashed towards the river.
The river was cut into many sections by the scimitars.
But Cheng Luo was calm. After the river formed by the poem was cut, it didn't lose control. Instead, it turned into dozens of water streams and continued to change.
These water streams were like flexible whips under Cheng Luo's control. They lashed at the blood threads that extended from the bloody phoenix.
Wherever the water whips went, they seemed to accurately hit the areas where the blood veins were the weakest, breaking them one by one.
Without the connection of the blood threads, the crescent scimitars lost control and fell to the ground.
"Whip into the body? How much can you hit me? "Blood Shadow sneered.
He knew that Cheng Luo was a Confucian cultivator of the seventh realm and had the ability to whip into the body.
The seventh realm of Confucian cultivation was called Knowledge. It was connected to the sixth realm, Investigate Objects.
Investigate Objects to Knowledge. Investigate the principles of objects and gain insight into knowledge.
Confucian cultivators of the sixth realm studied the mysteries of all things. They could create illusory qi and affect tangible objects, turning them into a battle of words.
At the seventh realm, they could understand all kinds of principles and see through all things. When facing an enemy, they could always sense the flow of the enemy's aura and avoid it or look for openings in advance.
They had obtained a supernatural power called Whip into the Body. They could see through the enemy's openings and specifically target them, doing twice the work with half the effort.
Cheng Luo hadn't attacked Blood Shadow immediately because he had been carefully observing the old devil.
Then, he had made a plan and acted. Sure enough, he had succeeded in one strike.
But the old devil was fierce. He immediately launched an even fiercer counterattack, attacking Cheng Luo fiercely with the idea that he could defeat ten people with brute force.
Cheng Luo recited the poem as he continued to move his brush.
The combination of his brush and his words, coupled with the supernatural power of Whip into the Body, constantly washed away Blood Shadow's attacks.
Thousands of blood threads extended from the bloody phoenix's body. They were airtight and flexible.
Although Cheng Luo could break through most of them, it was getting more and more strenuous.
Fortunately, after his interruption, the pressure on Yao Kui of Mirror Moon Tower lessened, and he immediately counterattacked.
The two of them worked together to resist Blood Shadow's ferocious might.
On the other side, Daoist Jing Tong held the Li Fire Golden Lamp and tried to break through the Dark Cloud's obstruction.
But after breaking through the Dark Cloud, what he saw wasn't a way out, but an old man in black.
Mister Dark Cloud calmly made a hand seal and blew on it.
Instantly, gusts of cold wind swept over, causing the lamp above Daoist Jing Tong's head to shake.
The Daoist priest couldn't stand steadily and almost fell from the clouds.
He hurriedly cast a spell, and the dark red flames turned into a boundless sea of fire.
But under the biting cold wind, the sea of fire couldn't get close and was extinguished.
Daoist Jing Tong gritted his teeth when he saw this.
Flames flickered above his head, and a dark red baby appeared.
The Nascent Soul was released!
Daoist Jing Tong, who was at the Seventh Realm, revealed his Nascent Soul and cast a spell to condense the Black Fortune Li Fire.
The dark red flames gathered into a ball and then spun, turning into a huge fire wheel.
As the flames gathered and spun, they finally managed to resist the cold wind without dispersing.
Seeing this, Mr Dark Cloud just smiled casually.
In the next moment, a black wind blade appeared without warning and flashed past.
The dark red fire wheel was cut in half.
The baby above Daoist Jing Tong's head was stunned and looked down.
A crack appeared on the dark red Nascent Soul's body, splitting it in half.
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