Chapter 58: Kill the Throne The sky is like a wash, the white clouds are fluttering like gauze, and the vast sea of clouds around the top of Jiuhua Mountain is so beautiful.
However, the magnificent Tianhua Palace was turned into a mess of broken wood, and the neat and clean white marble square became a mess, with pits everywhere.
Thick scarlet blood flowed into the potholes, and the severed limbs, heads and internal organs were everywhere, which was shocking.
The breeze blew by, bringing with it a disgusting smell of blood.
Until now, more than a thousand black-clothed warriors have suffered half casualties, and of the five hundred Jiuhua Sect disciples, there are only more than two hundred left.
This is still under the protection of the elders of each peak, and the elders of each peak also have a certain degree of protection. casualties It has to be said that these black-clothed warriors secretly trained by Hua Qing are indeed not weak in strength, and they have an absolute advantage in numbers.
After the Blood Sword erupted with a monstrous blood glow, forcing the Qingyun Sword's golden sword glow back, all the black-clothed warriors looked at the Blood Sword with a hint of greed in their eyes.
However, Qin Yu just killed a first-level martial arts master with one sword, which made these people deeply fearful.
Finally, greed defeated reason, and the warriors in black came to attack Qin Yu.
Several strong men from the martial arts sect showed their ferocious looks, and their powerful momentum locked Qin Yu firmly.
"Boy, hand over the bloody sword" "This kind of sword is not something that a little martial artist like you can possess."
"Hand over the bloody sword and leave you with a whole body, otherwise you will be forced to live without dying."
At this moment, Changsheng, Lianmeng, Diewu, Kuangdao, Jian Wufeng, Shi Youming, Yaochen and others also noticed the intention of the black-clothed warrior and started to kill Qin Yu.
After narrowly escaping from death in the Battle of Huangqiu City, the eight of them had already regarded each other as brothers.
Therefore, the moment Qin Yu was surrounded by a group of black-clothed warriors, the seven of them killed each other in the direction of Qin Yu.
However, there is still some distance between the seven of them and Qin Yu.
It may take some time to kill them among the black-clothed warriors.
"Boy, if you hand over the Blood Sword to me, I will ensure that you walk out of Jiuhua Mountain unscathed.
Otherwise, don't blame me for being cruel."
A middle-aged man with a high nose and thin lips threatened him.
Judging from the fluctuations of his body's energy, he turned out to be a strong man of the third level of martial arts.
As warriors, everyone has their own self-esteem and pride.
In a one-on-one situation, the strong do not bother to take action against the weak.
The pride in the hearts of warriors does not allow them to do such a thing.
Martial masters disdain to take action against warriors, and powerful men on the throne do not deign to surrender their status and fight with warriors below the strength of Wu Zong.
Similarly, Wu Zong will maintain his own identity and will not take the initiative to take action against martial arts masters.
Third-grade martial artist vs. eighth-grade martial artist After this third-level martial arts master saw the power of the blood sword, his inner greed made him give up his dignity as a warrior.
"You want this sword" A playful smile appeared on the corner of Qin Yu's mouth, and his mind condensed into Qi, slowly seeping towards the blood sword.
Qin Yu could clearly feel that there was something in the sword body, like a dormant wild beast, gradually waking up, A ferocious aura that seemed to be swallowing up Qin Yu slowly spread out and flowed into Qin Yu's meridians.
Surprisingly, the energy and blood all over his body surged violently.
"If you want it, I'll give it to you"
Qin Yu said indifferently, and the blood sword came out of his hand, flying towards the third-level martial arts master with the power of a mountain.
The third-level martial arts sect was suddenly a little stunned.
He didn't expect that the young man in front of him was so obedient and actually gave this bloody sword to him.
Immediately, he felt relieved, and the look of astonishment on his face was replaced by a kind of ecstasy.
Although Qin Yu had just beheaded a first-grade martial artist, which made him feel slightly shocked, this was already an eighth-grade martial artist.
The limit that a martial artist can reach Moreover, he is in the realm of a third-level martial artist.
Between an eighth-level martial artist and a third-level martial artist, there is a huge gap in strength that cannot be bridged.
It is no wonder that the young man in front of him gave up the blood sword to him.
"Hahaha, boy, you are wise, hahaha" The third-level martial arts master said with ecstasy from the bottom of his heart, and stretched out his hand to catch the blood sword.
Although the blood sword thrown by Qin Yu was not weak, it was enough to severely injure any martial artist who rashly greeted him, but for him, it was not What a threat.
However, the moment his palm grasped the hilt of the sword, the smile on his face suddenly froze.
A powerful and irresistible blood evil energy burst out from the sword body, followed his arm, and entered the meridians of his body.
Like a devil, it devoured the true energy in his meridians, and with lightning speed The momentum rushed towards his heart In shock, he loosened his palm and the blood sword fell to the ground with a crisp sound, but the blood evil energy showed no sign of weakening.
"What's going on?
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How could this happen?
What on earth is this?"
Seeing the true energy in his body, he couldn't help but not resisting at all.
Instead, it was swallowed up by this fierce energy and turned into nourishment.
The third-level martial arts master suddenly screamed in shock, with a hint of anger in his voice. a hopeless fear At the same time, Qin Yu's figure turned into an afterimage, and came to him in an instant.
His true energy condensed in his palm, forming a suction force.
He sucked the hilt of the sword into his palm, and the blood sword let out a joyful sound.
With the sound of the sword, the rich blood evil energy entered the body, and suddenly merged with the true energy in Qin Yu's body.
In an instant, the true energy in Qin Yu's body doubled, and his strength actually temporarily entered the ranks of Wuzong.
Under the influence of this bloody evil spirit, extremely violent emotions grew in Qin Yu's heart, his eyes were filled with redness, and the overwhelming murderous intention began to spread crazily in Qin Yu's mind.
"kill" The blood sword suddenly pierced into the heart of the third-grade martial artist.
Scarlet blood flowed from the tip of the sword and penetrated from his back.
At the same time, without anyone knowing, all the energy in the third-grade martial artist's body was absorbed by the blood sword.
Devour The third-level martial arts master's eyes widened, his face full of horror and unwillingness.
He could not believe until his death that as a third-level martial arts master, he would die in the hands of a martial artist.
Qin Yu's icy expression did not change at all.
All of this was part of his calculation.
Du Biwu and Chen Baichuan worked together to suppress the blood evil energy in the blood sword.
A mere third-level martial arts master could do it no matter what.
It was impossible to resist it.
The moment he threw the bloody sword, Qin Yu anticipated what would happen next.
The blood sword was drawn out, and the life of the third-level Wuzong was cut off at the moment the blood sword was drawn out.
His face turned gray.
At the same time, Qin Yu clearly felt a pure energy flowing from the sword body into his body.
However, at this moment, Qin Yu was affected by the evil spirit of blood, and his crazy killing intent took over his will, so he didn't think much about it, and swung his blood sword and took the initiative to kill the warrior in black. kill kill kill At this moment, only killing can vent the extremely violent emotions in Qin Yu's heart and release his crazy murderous intention.
The sword moves at will, wherever the intention points and the sword edge reaches.
Although there is no sword movement, it is as smooth as flowing clouds and flowing water.
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The bloody sword light flashed, and several black-clothed warriors screamed, and blood splattered.
Judging from the location of their wounds, they were all throats, hearts and other vital organs of the human body.
They could kill with one blow, which made everyone amazed.
"kill" Changsheng and others came to cover up the attack.
There was no enemy at all.
After the nine people gathered together, they attacked the black-clothed warrior.
Puff puff puff When they met the Werewolf Throne in Huangqiu City, the nine people were reasonable and forced the Werewolf Throne to transform into a werewolf, and paid the price of a wolf claw.
But now, the strength of the nine people has skyrocketed to varying degrees.
With the combined efforts of the nine people, any strong martial artist has to avoid their sharp edges, otherwise they will only end up dead.
And when the nine men went on a killing spree among the black warriors, the battle between Yi Butong and Hua Qing also reached the final moment of the decisive battle.
Yi Butong used Qing Gang Jue to the extreme.
Within a radius of ten feet, there was full of fierce Gang Qi, which was enough to strangle any warrior below the throne into pieces.
In Yi Bu Tong's hand, he held a handle made of Gang Qi. long sword Hua Qing drew the Qingyun Sword again, pointing the sword's edge at Yi Bu Tong, looking at Qin Yu with murderous intent.
The moment he looked back, he had already made the decision to kill Qin Yu.
From that bloody sword, Hua Qing felt a strong crisis, so after killing Yi Badong, he immediately killed this son and firmly held the bloody sword in his hands: