As the rays of light lit up one after another, the eight men and women quickly completed the preparation of their moves and attacked the masked man at the top in unison. Seeing the eight attacks approaching from all directions, the masked man immediately threw the sword in his hand upwards. Immediately, he saw the blood-red sword standing upright on top of his head, spinning rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, the sword transformed into one and two, and two into four, and transformed into hundreds of blood-red sword lights. . Not only that, but those sword beams are spinning rapidly along the central sword, layer upon layer, like a blooming lotus flower, showing a kind of bewitching beauty.

   When the eight attacks were about to approach, the masked man swung his hands, and the countless red sword lights flew out immediately, rushing towards the eight attacks overwhelmingly. For a time, I could only hear the loud noise of 'bang bang', and the scattered rays of light were like bright fireworks blooming, gorgeous and colorful. It's just that everyone watching the battle at the moment has no time to appreciate that beauty, and everyone is looking forward to whether they can defeat the masked man. However, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. When all the attacks in Admiralty dissipated, the masked man was still standing in the air, seemingly unharmed. However, some attentive people noticed that although the masked man looked undamaged on the surface, his hands were shaking slightly. Not only that, but a faint trace of blood flowed down his sleeve. Seeing that the masked man was finally injured, the disciples of the Nine Heavens Sacred Palace at the bottom immediately cheered. However, compared to them, the faces of Ling Xuejiu and the other eight elders in the center of the formation did not show joy, but a hint of horror. After the Eight Saints Conquer the Demons, the eight men and women disappeared on the surface of the golden bell along with the eight strange red runes.

At this time, the masked man shook his hands and said indifferently: "As expected of the Nine Heavens Sacred Palace, it really has a bit of a way. However, with your skills, you are still far from killing me." After a pause, he The head turned and said, "I've already given you two chances, now, it's my turn." When the words fell, he raised his right hand, and the Gorefiend Heaven-devouring Sword immediately fell into his hands. Holding the sword, the aura of the masked man suddenly rose wildly, and in a short while, his aura had risen to an astounding level. Afterwards, he held the sword in his hand, and the sword suddenly burst into a **** light, dazzling and dazzling. Immediately afterwards, I saw that blood-red light shot up into the sky, penetrated the golden bell at the top in an instant, and flew into the clouds. In an instant, everyone found that the sky above their heads turned blood red. Not only that, but in the blood-red center, a whirlpool slowly appeared, frantically absorbing the spiritual energy of the nearby heaven and earth. After a while, a blood-colored giant sword condensed and formed in that vortex.

  When the blood-colored giant sword was successfully condensed, the people below suddenly felt their bodies sink, as if two towering mountains were pressing on their shoulders, and they were almost unable to get through. Moreover, from the blood-colored giant sword, everyone felt the terrifying power of destroying the sky and destroying the earth, and they couldn't even think of resistance. Just when everyone was immersed in horror, the masked man in the golden bell roared, and the blood-colored giant sword immediately fell from the sky, with a destructive momentum, hitting the top of the golden bell fiercely.