"Who are you?"

Asked about the **** brow.

Ximen blowing snow and white fluttering, the waist hanging a black, long and narrow, exudes an ancient sword.

"Ximen blows snow."

"Ximen blowing snow?"

The blood slaughter looked at the **** side of the side, and they didn't even think about it. When did Zhenjiang have such a person?

"No matter who you are, if you come in, don't go."

The blood butcher is no longer nonsense, waving, and a **** river swaying out, the void is shaken by the power of the blood river.

Ximen Blowing Snow has already received the sound of Shen Lang, so there is no scruples, and the direct shot is.

Hey!

The long sword at the waist was squirted out, and a cold light emerged. The void collapsed, and the blood river was smashed by the cold light.

The war broke out in the war, and Ji Wudao was on the **** side. It was no longer the pressure that had just been so strong. He finally passed the anger of Ji Wudao, and the fierceness broke out.

This time the outbreak was more intense and more successful than ever.

It is like the appearance of Ximen blowing snow, giving them the same stimulants.

Seeing that Ximen blows snow so easily, he broke his attack, and the blood-stained scorpion flashed a touch of dignity.

This Ximen blows blood is definitely stronger than imagined.

The sword that Ximen blows snow is cold, and cold seems to be extinct.

Every sword, the void will be cracked, the silence, the scene is terrible.

Hey! ! !

Ximen blows a sword and collapses the blood. The blood is condensed with the blood of the palm, and the palm of the blood is pierced.

But the blood butcher is like a piercing, not the palm of his hand. He lifts the other palm without care, and shoots at the chest of Xuemen.

Ximen blows a brow and picks it up, but he is not surprised. The sword in his hand slams in the cold, and the palm of the blood butcher is cut off halfway, and the attack of the other hand of the blood is blocked.

The blood squad flew back quickly, and the palm of the hand that had been cut off was squirming, and it turned out to be the same as in the blink of an eye.

"Ok?"

Seeing this strange scene, Rao was surprised that Ximen was blowing snow.

"Oh, as long as the gods are not destroyed, there is still a drop of blood, and I can recover. This is the Gorefiend."

It seems to be showing off, **** sarcasm.

"is it?"

Ximen blows the snow and looks at the blood butcher. "That's what you want, let your gods be broken, and the blood will not exist."

"Hurricane, the old man has been in the real world for more than three hundred years, and no one dares to say, let my gods burst, and blood will not exist."

Hey! ! !

A cold light illuminates, and the space on the square is broken, and the broken space is filled with swords.

"The cry of the Gorefiend"

In an instant, the Gorefiend of the Gorefiend bursts into the body of the Blood Slaughter.

With the infusion of the blood of the Gorefiend, the bloodstain's body is like a balloon, bulging.

The two have not launched an attack, and the momentum has begun to collide.

"Good!"

The warriors who are besieging the corpse of the corpse are not able to change their look after feeling the momentum of the two men blowing in the sky.

The two have not started to attack, it is already so horrible, then if you fight, I am afraid that the entire Budo Square has to be sunk.

"Run."

The moon flew up without a trace and fled outside the Budo Square.

Although they may die if they escape there, they don't want to wait there while knowing that they must die.

Everyone used a 12-point strength and fled away quickly.

The strong man in the virtual environment of the cave is really ruining the earth, and now they finally know that the horror of the strong man in the hole.

Boom! ! !

When the people just fled, they heard a loud bang.

A long sword with a breath of death pierced from the center of two imposing moments.

The bloodstain's body also swelled to the extreme, roaring and screaming at the Ximen Blowing Snow.

For a moment, everything is gone, and the sky has a short vacuum.

The force of the blood butcher's hand was only for a moment, and it was blown away by the West Gate.

"what?"

When Xue Tu saw this scene, his look could not be changed suddenly.

It seems that I have seen something terrible.

How strong his attack is, others don't know, but he is very clear, even if the strong man in the late stage of the hole does not dare to pick up.

But it was such a strong blow, but the West Gate blows the snow, and it still broke his attack with a more powerful posture.

The person who saw the sword of Ximen blowing snow, involuntarily thought, this sword should be the sword of the human world.

No one can think of someone who can use the sword to this extent.

This kind of power, I am afraid that only the fourth form of Li Mubai’s Qinglian sword song is possible.

Ximen blows snow in the hands of long swords, and every tremor will cause a turbulence in the void.

When the sword of death came to the bloodsucker, the figure of Ximen Blowing Snow had been completely swallowed up by the fragmented space, but although people could not see it, the sword that represented the death was still there.

"Broken!"

The body of the blood butcher was strangled by the force of death, first the foot, then the leg, all the way up to the head.

"Do not!!!"

The blood screams of fear.

"Blood Tu!!!"

The **** battle with Ji Wudao saw this scene, and the look changed dramatically.

boom! ! !

When the blood skull was destroyed by the power of death, it instantly burst into a **** fog.

A drop of blood in the blood mist, the blood invisible to the naked eye, shot at the speed of the blood.

This is the blood of the bloodiest body, the blood of the last trace of blood.

The sword of Ximen Blowing Snow is very horrible, and most of his gods and blood are shattered~lightnovelpub.net~ This drop of blood is still preserved by his whole body skill.

Just when the blood butcher thought that he could escape to the ascension, the horrible sword of death actually appeared again.

Hey! ! !

The sharp tip of the sword instantly stabbed the drop of blood.

In the blood of the sword stabbing, the shadow of a **** face slowly rises from the blood drop, and then turns into a blue smoke, dissipated between the heavens and the earth.

"What, what?"

"The strong man in the virtual environment is so dead?"

The people did not dare to look at this scene.

Ji Wudao’s look is dignified: “Well, the blood god’s **** was completely strangled, and even the Gorefiend could not save him.”

After killing the blood, the face of Ximen blowing snow flashed a pale.

It is not easy to kill a strong man with a hole in the virtual world.

Ximen Blowing Snow also used his own lore and a sword. The sword was just the last moment he realized when he was fighting against Ye Gucheng.

That sword can be called "a sword of death."

However, although the sword is powerful, it also requires a lot of consumption.

It takes a singularity to make a sword of the peak.

And the sword of the peak is no longer called a practice, but it can already be called a Tao.

The audience was silent.

The fall of a strong man in the hole is absolutely a big deal, not to mention the **** and powerful of the blood demons.

The bloodsucker may not be the strongest in the hole, but it is not the weak, so it is so killed.

The death of the blood butcher should make them happy. After all, if one enemy is lost, there will be more hope for survival, but now they are exactly the opposite. The shock is greater than happiness.