Fantasy: Infinite Lottery Draw System

It is absolutely impossible for Xue Wuming to kill himself!

The Qinglian sword in Xiao Tianyang's hand was raised above his head, and he roared: "Qinglian cuts the sky!"

As soon as Xiao Tianyang's words fell, a cyan sword energy that was more than two feet long whizzed out. Carrying a storm of sword energy and unparalleled momentum, it slashed towards Xue Wuming. The speed was so fast that it was breathtaking. Speechless.

"what?!"
"He was able to unleash such a terrifying attack, how is this possible?!"
Seeing the sword energy from Xiao Tianyang, Xue Wuming's face showed shock, and his eyes widened.

He looked at the sword energy in disbelief, felt an unprecedented crisis, and quickly rushed towards the rear.

"Blood Dragon Soul Eater Slash!"
Xue Wuming roared angrily, holding the big knife in his hand, and slashed fiercely at the blue sword.

Dao Gang surged out frantically, with an extremely sharp and domineering aura, and looked extremely powerful.

But the knife gang was torn apart by the cyan sword energy the moment it came into contact with the sword energy.

"Pfft!"
A mouthful of blood spurted out, Xue Wuming's body flew upside down in mid-air, and fell heavily to the ground.

"Bang bang bang."
As soon as Xue Wuming landed on the ground, he kept struggling to get up, but he found that his meridians collapsed inch by inch, and his whole body was in excruciating pain, as if the meridians had been torn apart forcefully, which made him scream.

"Blood Nameless, now you know what it means to have someone outside someone?"
Xiao Tianyang smiled indifferently, and walked slowly towards Xue Wuming, his face was full of sarcasm.

The cyan sword energy just now is exactly a move in the third form of Qinglian Sword Art, "Wan Jian Jue", and it is also the most powerful sword art that Xiao Tianyang can control at present. !

This move, Xiao Tianyang has only practiced the third move, because he found that his physical body can't support this level of swordsmanship, so he doesn't dare to try to practice it for the time being, lest he hurt his meridians, the gain outweighs the loss up.

However, he was already very satisfied with this move.

"Damn little bastard, who are you, and how many hole cards do you have!"
Feeling the pain of breaking the meridians in his body, Xue Wuming raised his head, looked at Xiao Tianyang, with a ferocious expression on his face, and shouted hysterically.

Xue Wuming couldn't believe that his majestic master of the fifth rank of Meridian Accumulation Realm was forced into such a field by this brat in front of him.

He is only at the second rank of the Meridian Realm!
If the other disciples of the Blood Demon Sect saw it, they would definitely be shocked, after all, their suzerain is Xuewuming!
Xue Wuming had a ferocious face, staring at Xiao Tianyang with red eyes, and his heart was filled with endless resentment.

Xiao Tianyang glanced at Xue Wuming indifferently, and said coldly: "A waste is a waste, even if I can't resist half of this move, you still have the face to say such nonsense!"
"I kill you!"
As soon as Xiao Tianyang's words fell, Xue Wuming let out a roar, and slashed at Xiao Tianyang with the long knife in his hand.

"Hmph, overreaching!"
Xiao Tianyang snorted coldly, stomped his right foot on the ground, and his figure disappeared in place immediately.

"boom!"
Xue Wuming's body drew a graceful arc in mid-air, and then hit the ground heavily, with a muffled 'bang', the entire ground collapsed more than a foot deep by Xue Wuming.

A stream of blood spurted out from Xuewuming's mouth, staining his clothes red.

"Puff!"
Another mouthful of blood spat out from Xue Wuming's mouth.

"this."
Seeing this scene, the disciples of the Blood Demon Sect gasped, their faces changed drastically, and they fled to the surroundings one after another, fearing that they would be harmed by Chi Yu.

Although there are many disciples of the Blood Demon Sect, their actual combat power is not strong, and they cannot resist Xiao Tianyang's move at all.

Seeing the disciples of the Blood Demon Sect flee away, Xue Wuming felt ashamed. He knew that he might really end up here today.

"Little bastard, remember, the Blood Demon Sect will avenge your hatred today, and at that time, I will let you live instead of die!"
Xue Wuming looked at Xiao Tianyang viciously with his eyes, and said through gritted teeth.

Hearing Xue Wuming's words, Xiao Tianyang frowned slightly, and couldn't help shaking his head, with a look of pity on his face: "I don't care if you will take revenge in the future, anyway, you are already a corpse!"
After finishing speaking, Xiao Tianyang flipped his wrist, and the cyan sword in his hand immediately left his palm, and stabbed toward Xue Wuming.

A flash of madness flashed in Xue Wuming's eyes, and he took out a pill and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

This is the Blood Soul Pill, which is refined from the blood and souls of countless people. It can instantly increase a person's strength, but it will exhaust a person's whole body's blood. After the past, there is no doubt that he will die.

But now Xue Wuming used the Blood Soul Pill at all costs, in order to pull Xiao Tianyang on his back before he died, in order to achieve his psychological revenge.

As soon as the Blood Soul Pill entered Xue Wuming's throat, an extremely thick cloud of blood mist exploded from Xue Wuming's throat, exuding a strong fishy smell, filling the entire space, making Xiao Tianyang's nostrils, There was a pungent fishy smell in his mouth and ears, which was disgusting.

"It's so strong blood evil spirit!"
Sensing the strength of the blood evil spirit, Xiao Tianyang couldn't help being taken aback. He didn't expect that Xue Wuming would have such a huge effect after taking this blood evil pill.

"Boy, die!"
Feeling the rapid recovery of the blood in his body, Xue Wuming couldn't bear the anger in his heart anymore, his body rose violently, and he punched Xiao Tianyang fiercely, a blood-red light condensed and formed on his fist , exuding a strong killing atmosphere, as gloomy as if it came from the Nine Nether Hell.

Xiao Tianyang's pupils shrank slightly, the long sword in his hand shook violently, and with a fierce sword energy, he directly met Xue Wuming's fist.

"clang!"
The two collided together, making a crisp sound like gold and iron.

Xiao Tianyang only felt a sharp numbness from his arm holding the sword, as if it had been hit by something, and he almost lost his grip on the Qinglian Sword in his hand.

And Xue Wuming felt even worse, he felt like his entire arm was paralyzed, making it difficult to move, and even, an uncontrollable pain spread from his numb left arm.

But under the terrifying effect of the Blood Soul Pill, he immediately suppressed this little discomfort.

"Huh!"
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xue Wuming's figure instantly turned into an afterimage, reappeared beside Xiao Tianyang, raised the long knife in his hand, and slashed down fiercely again, a blood-red knife light several meters long cut immediately. It struck Xiao Tianyang head-on like a bolt of blood-colored lightning.