The Dangerous Cultivator

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Han Shantong's offensive was fierce, and he shot the ground, shaking the mountain, boiling the river, and a long sword, almost reflecting the entire Sishui River.

"This this……"

In the shock of the audience, Song Zhenglun's mouth opened wide and he had slipped out of the water, but he did not know it.

Everyone thought that Han Shantong had the victory on the scene. If it were not for the centuries-old prestige of the God of Surabaya, the people in Wuliu Town could not help but cheer.

However, Han Shantong knows his own affairs, and is more and more frightened. His red blood sword, which melts the soul of his life, is his sharpest killer. It is because this treasure will be sure to kill the evil spirit easily.

After all, how much can the evil demons who dare to sneak in the Surabaya River do.

Unexpectedly, his red blood sword only plunged into the river, and was actually wrapped in an evil force, he could not control the sword body faintly.

The boiling of the full river was not made by his red blood sword at all, but by the evil spirit of Surabaya.

Wow, Han Shantong suddenly ejected a spit of blood, a blood line suddenly appeared in the air, and the river water was steep and bright.

With a stab, the red blood sword suddenly rose from the river water, suddenly slashed again, and set off a giant wave of more than ten feet.

Han Shantong's face is like a piece of white paper, with continuous runes in the air, and blood grooves appear in the air. The blood grooves form a complicated Tai Chi pattern.

"Blood Burn!"

Song Zhenglun shouted loudly, surprised and inexplicable, he recognized the forbidden technique.

This forbidden technique uses the burning of fine blood to forcibly increase the strength of the caster, and is the most dominant.

"Who wants to help me with fine blood, to punish this evil **** of Surabaya, do you want all children and grandchildren to live in the shadow of this evil god?"

Han Shantong shouted loudly.

Song Zhenglun was even more dumbfounded. If this blood-burning technique uses other people's blood to help the formation, the natural power is greater. However, in order to maintain the formation, one point of other people's blood must be used. Out of order.

Han Shantong shouted sharply, but no one answered. He shouted desperately, "Han Shantong died here today."

"Uncle, I will give you blood and kill the monster."

A naive voice sounded like a thunderbolt, blasting the audience.

It was the little girl of the Wang family who was talking, and the thin little man said that he was not afraid, and his body was trembling violently, but she saw that she took a bite on her wrist, exposing a huge wound like a baby's mouth.

Suddenly, gurgling blood flowed outward.

The blood bleed out and was sucked away by the Tai Chi blood chart in the air.

The little girl is a mortal body. Her sperm blood is weak. Even if she is inhaled into the Tai Chi blood chart, it does not help the halo of the Tai Chi blood chart, but it warms Han Shantong's cold heart to some temperature.

"And I."

Wangjia Xiaotong also bit his hand, he was afraid of pain, he did not dare to bite a huge wound on his wrist like his sister, but only broke the middle finger, and a blood line ran out.

Although his bloodline is shallow, it is like a spark of fire, which ignites the audience.

More than ten and a half sons and daughters, cut the wrist first, gurgling blood surging, Tai Chi blood map finally got a glory.

"Sin, sinning ..."

An old man with white hair like silver shoved the dove stick in the palm of the ground, and while mourning, he cut open his old branch-like arm.

"Lao Liu!"

Xu Ding was inexplicably shocked.

With tears in his eyes, Liu Lao shouted loudly, "The matter is here, can you still count on the monster to let me go, waiting today, you can't punish this demon, my Wuliu Town will die today!"

Xu Ding faced with pain, he sighed in the sky, a dagger appeared in his palm, and he immediately drew more than ten huge blood mouths around his body. "Fight with this monster bitch!"

For a time, thousands of people in Liuzhen all made crazy mouths on themselves, crying and cursing while rowing.

Hundreds of years of suffering in the blood sea, and the inconvenience to the Sishui River God, at this moment, completely vented out.

"Fuck, I'm afraid of something. I'll go to your mother."

Song Zhenglun didn't know who was violently rushing. When he brushed it, all his fingers broke the opening, a lot of blood, and he shot at the Tai Chi pattern.

"Shameless, unseen in a certain life."

When indignant, Song Zhenglun stared at someone and scolded. Someone just sat down and looked up at the bright moon in the sky, as if he hadn't seen the bustling in front of him.

In mid-air, the blood picture of Tai Chi finally became bright. Han Shantong's face had almost become transparent. Using his secret technique, his combat power was growing rapidly, and his momentum was climbing wildly.

The red blood sword seemed to turn into a ball of flame, slashing in the Sishui River faster than once.

"Roar!"

An earth-shattering roar came from the bottom of the river. Suddenly, the river rolled up more than ten feet high. Song Zhenglun hurriedly hit his mana, controlling those rivers not to hit the people on the shore.

The river fell, and a ten-foot-long black dragon lay in mid-air. The scales of the body were covered with cold cold light. A pair of blood eyes glanced coldly at the audience.

Thousands of people in the audience fell down on their knees involuntarily.

This is the God of Surabaya.

The horrible nightmare of more than 100 years shrouded in the waters of the Sishui River, thirty-six cities, and the heads of millions of people was revealed for the first time to the eyes of thousands of people in Wuliu Town.

"The ants, why can't you always accept the arrangement of fate with peace of mind?"

Black Jiao spoke, uttering words with incomparable clarity, and with a violent and violent voice, said this fatal flavor of the words, the atmosphere of the whole field, it seemed extremely strange.

"Every year I only devoured more than a hundred boys and girls in Surabaya, how much? But you are not greedy enough, you always have to get some crappy monks, come to see me in front of me, very good, today my Yaxing, finally defeated by you All of you have to die, you have to die. I ca n’t give my mercy to you sad ants anymore. "

Black Jiao told coldly, as if he were the wronged party.

boom!

The Red Blood Sword turned into a blazing fire, and the volley shot towards the Black Jiao. The blazing light ignited the entire sky. At this moment, even the bright moonlight in the sky lost its luster.

The red blood sword was shot, and Han Shantong could no longer support it, and fell to his knees.

Taking advantage of Black Jiao's nonsense stall, he gained full momentum, almost exhausting his whole body of blood, and issued this supreme blow.

clang!

There was a clear sound, and the red blood sword was held in the mouth by Black Jiao, with no halo.

Immediately, I heard Gaba Gaba's voice, and with a puff, the Red Blood Sword was spit out by the black Jiao, and it turned into a tin foil mass that seemed to be chewed.

Han Shantong couldn't support it anymore, fell to the ground softly, covered with the sun, and was already crying blood.

"and many more!"

Song Zhenglun shouted sharply, a purple token appeared in his palm, with a loft pattern engraved on it.

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