The blood sword slashed out again, and when the sword came out, the sword energy was like blood, and a huge dragon shadow was condensed.

The huge dragon body entangled Zhuowen's whole body, like a hunting python, and then the dragon opened its mouth and swallowed it from the top of Zhuowen's head.

And the blood sword stepped on the dragon's body and quickly approached Zhuo Wen, and the tip of the blood sword in his hand stabbed at Zhuo Wen's vital point.

At this moment, Zhuo Wen is almost under attack.

But Zhuo Wen was very calm. He walked in mysterious steps and kept walking in the dragon's body.

Bang!

The blood sword was so fast that everyone could only capture a little blood shadow, and stabbed towards Zhuo Wen's eyebrows.

Zhuo Wen was naturally not to be outdone, so he also pointed out the purple sword, and the purple rain that fell from the sky suddenly changed from a drizzle to a violent storm.

The purple torrential rain was accompanied by the purple storm, and in an instant, the power of Taoism reached its peak.

bang bang bang!

The purple torrential rain, the blood-colored dragon, the sounds of clashes from the purple sword and the blood sword continued to be heard, and every resounding clear sound echoed in everyone's ears like a great bell.

And its voice is getting louder and louder, as if echoing in the valley, repeating constantly.

The weaker monk covered his ears with a hideous face.

I saw two bright blood spots on their ears, and their eyes were even bloodshot. In desperation, they couldn't help but burst back.

Lianmeng, Jinghai and Bi Shuang also retreated involuntarily, but not long after they retreated, a gust of wind swept them and brought them to the place where Taiqing and Yuqing were.

"Master! Uncle Yuqing!" Lianmeng said happily.

"Venerable Taiqing! Venerable Yuqing!" Jing Hai and Bi Shuang clasped their fists respectfully.

"Master, will Junior Brother Zhuo be okay?" Lianmeng asked suddenly.

Taiqing did not answer Lianmeng's question, but whispered: "Let's continue reading, Zhuo Wen has his own choice."

Lianmeng let out a half-understood oh, but stopped talking, but looked seriously at Zhuo Wen who kept fighting with the blood sword.

For some reason, Lianmeng recalled that half a year ago, when Zhuo Wen was just starting out, Zhuo Wen was astonished by the expression of a countryman entering the city, and even the steps that Lianmeng showed in front of Yuqing.

But now, Zhuo Wen suddenly comprehended the Eightfold Dao, obtained the power of Xutian, and fought a world-shattering battle with the first blood guardian Blood Sword of Xutian level.

The little junior brother back then and the powerful figure of today are constantly intertwined in Lianmeng's mind, and finally makes Lianmeng's heart full of complex colors.

"Master, am I too useless? Although I have advanced to the rank of true god, my strength is not as good as some monks at the peak of the gods." Lianmeng suddenly felt a little frustrated.

Taiqing patted Lianmeng on the head and said with a smile: "You are still young and lack experience. You will become stronger and stronger in the future."

Lianmeng shook her head, and said, "It's because I wasn't serious enough, focused enough, or hardworking enough! This time I'm going back, I want to practice hard, Master, you can help me improve my actual combat experience when the time comes!"

Taiqing smiled slightly and said, "Okay!"

At this moment, the battle between Zhuo Wen and the blood sword has almost reached a fever pitch.

The violent purple rain and the burning dragon almost dyed the entire sky purple and bloody.

Zhuowen and Xuejian's speed was too fast, and everyone could only catch Ziying and Xueying in the sky, and it was only at the moment when these two figures collided with each other that they could barely catch them.

The blood scholar stood beside the blood god, staring at Ziying and Xueying who were constantly fighting in the sky with extremely dreadful eyes.

The blood sword is the number one blood protector in the blood temple, and its strength is far above that of the blood scholar.

He has just condensed the Xutian Bridge as a blood scholar, so it can only be said that he has not yet entered the Xutian Realm.

But the blood sword is different. The blood sword has condensed the Xutian Bridge a long time ago. It is said that it has climbed the first step of the Xutian Bridge and reached the terrifying level of longevity.

And after such a long time, the blood scholar knew that it was impossible for the blood sword to make no progress, and it was very possible that the blood sword could climb the second step of the Xutian bridge and become immortal.

Of course, all of this is speculation, and from the fact that Zhuowen was able to fight the blood sword to such an extent, it shows that Zhuowen is terrifying and powerful.

If Xue Scholar was allowed to choose again, he would never force himself to face Zhuo Wen.

Xue Jian frowned more and more during Yue Zhan, and he found that Zhuo Wen's Yue Zhan became stronger and stronger, as if his potential was constantly stimulated with the battle.

Moreover, Zhuowen's every move and style is almost at his fingertips. It is obviously a very simple sword, but under the blessing of the peak of the Eightfold Dao, the power is terrifyingly powerful.

Even if Xue Jian tried his best, when approaching Zhuo Wen, Zhuo Wen would always use the power of time and space in the Eye of the Devourer to freeze his figure. JrNovels.com