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18. Repay the other with the same way

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    With Tang Zhouxie's order, thousands of troops formed a formation and surrounded Bai Qiuran in the center from three sides.

    Swords and guns are like forests, archers in the distance stretch their bows and set arrows, the green strings of the bows are open, the full moon is not afraid of strength, and the bows and arrows are like rain.

    Facing the rain of swords, guns and swords, Bai Qiuran raised his sword.

    With the first sword out, the ground cracked thousands of feet, the eastern mountain of the imperial mausoleum was shattered into powder, and the army in the east was crushed by the sword qi.  , surged like a wave, and fell to the ground.

    The second sword was handed out, the sky was bright, the clouds were torn several feet apart, revealing the sun hanging high, the army in the west was invincible, and more than a thousand soldiers were cut in two from the waist, and died in one piece.

    The third sword is handed out again, the sea of ??clouds is churning, the clouds are broken, and the hurricane is fierce, like a giant kun in the clouds, spraying clouds and thunder, the sword energy is directed at the last army between Zhengbei Imperial Tomb and Bai Qiuran, and there is a crisp sound  In the end, the bodies of more than a thousand Shangxuan Yulin soldiers were blasted apart by the sword energy, leaving no bones left.

    With three sword strikes, thousands of the most elite Imperial Forest Army of Shangxuan Kingdom disappeared, and at this time, the sixteen priests had just set up their formation under the leadership of Sima Yingbo.

    "this¡­¡­"

    Seeing this scene like a fairy shot, the first-class priest was dumbfounded.

    "Is this refining gas?"

    "calm."

    Tang Zhouxie's face was serious, but he still said:

    "He knows a lot, and I'm afraid the background is not shallow. It's normal to have some extraordinary skills, but Qi refining is Qi refining after all. Such an attack must have consumed a lot of his strength, and you see, his weapon is no longer there.  gone."

    Sima Yingbo saw that after the three swords were swung out, there was only one hilt left of the long sword in Bai Qiuran's hand.

    Seeing this, he forced himself to calm down and presided over the formation of the priests.

    But Tang Zhouxie began to plan secretly in his heart.

    Bai Qiuran's background may not be simple, of course he knows this, but no matter what, he is only in the Qi refining period after all, although those moves are powerful, but they must be very depleted of true Qi, and now he will not be his opponent, wait  After killing him, he took his blood and used the secret method to extract his memory, and then he could fly away.

    In fact, Sima Yingbo and others have always been paralyzed by him, thinking that Tang Zhouxie's purpose is to strengthen Shangxuan, but in fact, since he accidentally obtained the blood god sect fragment and embarked on the road of cultivation, he has not cared about Shangxuan Kingdom at all  .

    When the matter is over, he slaughtered all the people present and smoked them. As for the forces behind Bai Qiuran being found later, at most, Shangxuan Kingdom will suffer, and it has nothing to do with him.

    To benefit oneself at the expense of others, to seize and use everything available to strengthen oneself, this is the essence of self-cultivation recorded in the remaining scrolls of the Blood God Sect.

    The smoke and dust raised by the sword energy gradually dissipated, and there was a pungent smell of blood in the air. Bai Qiuran continued to step forward, walking towards Tang Zhouxie on the altar in front of the imperial mausoleum.

    "Bai Qiuran!"

    Sima Yingbo shouted to him a little out of breath:

    "Give up, you don't even have a sword!"

    Hearing his words, Bai Qiuran looked down at the hilt of the sword in his hand, and then chuckled lightly.

    Throwing away the remaining sword hilt casually, his figure was like lightning, and he inserted himself into the formation of sixteen priests at once.

    Stretching out his hand a little, his sword finger pierced the chest of a priest, and then the priest suddenly fell down convulsively, his eyes were wide open, but there was no wound or blood on his body, only his skin color gradually turned pale.  Qing, his breath gradually weakened, and he died in excruciating pain.

    "Huh? This is?"

    Tang Zhouxie's expression froze.

    "Blood coagulation, you are very familiar with it, the Blood God Sect technique you use to pretend to be dead."

    Bai Qiuran sneered and swept through the remaining sixteen priests.

    "I once said to those innocent souls who were killed by you to take their blood, I want you to taste their pain, but the Blood God Sect has many ways, and you disciples will bear the rest!"

    After finishing speaking, he raised his hand into a claw, and grabbed the priest who was attacking him with one claw.

    The claw light flashed, and the priest let out a cry of pain, and a large amount of blood suddenly shot out from the three claw marks on his chest.  It kept gushing out, and soon, the blood ran out, and his body collapsed like a deflated balloon, falling to the ground.

    Bai Qiuran moved forward again, and the priests were terrified and attacked him together, but his hands turned thousands of times.Dao phantoms, fists and claws, or turning fists and palms into swords, every move and every move has a feeling of evil and poison, and it is extremely fierce, hitting the bodies of these worshipers.

    And the recruited priests also died in extreme pain and misery, or the pores of the whole body sprayed blood, or the blood in the body rushed, or the blood in the whole body poured into the sea of ????qi in the heart, crowding out their own vital organs.

    Soon, only Sima Yingbo was left in front of Bai Qiuran.

    "Bai, Brother Bai."

    He looked terrified, tears and snot flowed out together, his handsome look disappeared, and he begged:

    "I have no choice but to."

    "I know."

    Bai Qiuran smiled slightly, and then patted his forehead mercilessly.

    "Goo"

    Sima Yingbo's blood suddenly gathered on his forehead, and the young man's head swelled up, and then exploded with a bang.

    Stepping over the corpses of the worshipers, Bai Qiuran slowly came to the altar step by step with bloody footprints, and looked at Tang Zhouxie.

    "How much true energy do you have left?"

    Tang Zhouxie squinted his eyes, his whole body was tense, cold sweat dripped from his back, and he was secretly vigilant.

    "you guess."

    Bai Qiuran replied with a smile:

    "Anyway, I didn't build a foundation."

    Tang Zhouxie confronted him for a few seconds, then suddenly opened his mouth, and a stream of blood spewed out from his mouth.

    Bai Qiuran stretched out his hand to stop it, and easily grasped the bloody light in his hand. The bloody light turned out to be a small, blood-colored flying sword that shone with the color of glass, and he held it between his five fingers, playing with it back and forth.

    A little cold sweat dripped from Tang Zhouxie's forehead, and with a move with both hands behind his back, two black command flags broke out from Sima Yingbo's headless corpse, and attacked Bai Qiuran from behind, releasing infinite fire.

    But when Bai Qiuran turned his head and blew, the majestic true energy instantly extinguished the flames, and he grabbed the two command flags in his hand and tore them into pieces.

    "Fellow."

    Tang Zhouxie took a step back and said:

    "I don't think we need to make the scene so rigid."

    Bai Qiuran ignored him, but walked towards him with a kind smile.

    Tang Zhouxie let out a snarl, and his body suddenly disintegrated into a pool of blood mist. He wanted to escape, but Bai Qiuran reached out and grabbed his arm at the moment his body completely collapsed, and pulled him out of the blood mist.  dragged out.

    Squeezing his arms to suppress Tang Zhouxie, Bai Qiuran smiled kindly at him.

    "Have you heard of the secret martial art of the Blood God Sect, [Myriad Gods Withered Blood and Soul Break]?"

    "ah?"

    Tang Zhouxie was taken aback for a moment, but Bai Qiuran had already started to use his moves.

    His hands cast shadows all over the sky, fists, fingers, claws, or palms, chopping at the vital points and points of Tang Zhouxie's body, and the true energy turned into the most evil evil energy into the body, arousing the blood in Tang Zhouxie's body  Constantly boiling, stirring back and forth, in the unspeakable pain, the meridians, bones and spiritual roots of Tang Zhouxie's body were shattered into powder.

    "Ah ah ah ah ah!"

    Emperor Zhenzong of Shangxuan uttered a horrible scream, but he couldn't get rid of it. After Bai Qiuran finished the set, he stretched out his hand and twisted Tang Zhouxie's arm into a twist, and forcibly twisted him to the side facing him.  attitude.

    The last palm came crashing down from the top of the Tianling Gai, and hit Tang Zhouxie's head. Zhenzong's seven orifices spurted out a lot of blood.  God and soul were all shot to pieces.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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