Chapter 212 The Transformation of the Blood and Bone Whip (10)
The sword's light was like a rainbow, picking up the blood and illuminating half of the sky. [[< ?[
Xiao Yan's Heavenly Fire Eternal Ruler also fell on his head with soaring flames, like a ribbon of fire pouring down from the sky.
However, Xiao Yan's foot only had the power of the early stage of Seven Stars, and he was immediately cut to pieces by the bloody nightmare demon's sword light.
The Blood Fiend Nightmare didn't expect that Xiao Yan, who could compete with it before, would be so weak now, and was a little surprised. But it was more proud of itself. The fighting spirit that had been lost before was rekindled, and it didn't think about why this happened at all.
In fact, this is just Xiao Yan paralyzing and distracting the Blood Fiend Nightmare. The purpose is to cover the Storm Sword Formation.
How could the sword formation that Feng Feng had learned from the quasi-saint-level swordsmanship remain as motionless as waiting for something to happen? Just when Xiao Yan slashed out the Heavenly Fire Eternal Ancient Ruler, gathering all the fighting spirit of everyone in his body, Feng Feng swung his sword obliquely to cut off the sword, and the densely packed swords in the sword formation shot towards the blood evil like a sudden rain of arrows. The nightmares shot away, bringing up a strong gust of wind.
"damn it!"
The Blood Fiend Nightmare had no choice but to quickly throw back the sword light that wanted to pursue Xiao Yan.
The light of the sword criss-crossed in the rain of swords, cutting off countless sharp swords like hurricanes tearing away dry grass.
But what horrified the Blood Fiend Nightmare was that the sharp sword cut off by its light turned into small swords and continued to attack it, its power undiminished. What makes the Blood Fiend Nightmare even more anxious is that its scimitar is made of blood talismans, and it can cut through countless sharp swords until its energy is exhausted. Helplessly, when he saw that the light of the sword was getting fainter and fainter after cutting off several more sharp swords, and finally turned into a few wisps of blood mist, the Blood Fiend Nightmare did not dare to hold back, and hurriedly mobilized all its energy, mobilizing The blood-evil water in the blood-evil waters turned into countless blood vines that flew through the air and interspersed in the rain of swords.
The sharp sword was entangled in the blood vines, and the power of the sword rain suddenly decreased sharply. But despite this, the sharp sword energy stirred up by the rain of swords still cut many scars on the body of the Blood Fiend Nightmare. The blood is constantly seeping, and the bright red blood demon is gradually dimming and fading.
At that moment, a blood-red shadow passed through the blood-dreaded nightmare's back and chest!
Blood and bone whip!
Yes, it was Qing Muer's blood-bone whip that independently launched a silent attack on the blood evil nightmare!
The body of the blood evil nightmare suddenly stiffened, and he looked down at the blood hole pierced through his chest, his green eyes widening. The exposed sharp joint frightened it so much, and the small barb-like joint on the joint stuck in the bloody hole in its chest made it despair.
The long blood-bone whip absorbs the essence and blood of the Blood Demon Demon irresistibly, and it is also fast. It can be described as a swig. Amidst the excited screams of the blood-bone whip, the raised hand of the Blood Demon Demon slowly lowered, and its pair of green eyes reluctantly gradually lost their luster. Finally, the Blood Demon Demon tilted its head and disappeared. Breathing, the entire body immediately turned into blood mist, leaving only a crystal clear blood-colored crystal.
Qing Muer, with quick eyes and quick hands, swooped over and picked up the blood-colored crystal. Feeling the majestic energy in the blood-colored crystal that could not be compared with the seven-star magic core, she smiled from ear to ear: "Eight-star magic core! Look! ! Eight-star magic core!”
Everyone's faces were filled with excited smiles. This is the first time that everyone has killed an eight-star magical beast, and it is also the first time that everyone has harvested an eight-star magical core. How can you not be excited?
Xiao Yan took the magic core handed over by Qing Mu'er with a smile, and put the magic core into the ring with a smile. Xiao Yan looked at the blood and bone whip in Qing Mu'er's hand. At this time, the blood-bone whip was more transparent than before, as if it were polished from flawless blood jade, and was faintly exuding heart-stopping fluctuations. Xiao Yan couldn't help but said: "Thanks to it this time!"
Everyone nodded. If there was no blood-bone whip in this battle, or if the opponent was not a blood-evil nightmare, but some other eight-star monster, it would be hard for them to win. Even if they were lucky enough to win, they would have to pay a heavy price. . However, everyone was confused as to why the blood-bone whip had such a change, and they all turned their questioning eyes to Qing Muer.
"Why are you all looking at me like this?" Qing Muer felt a little embarrassed when everyone saw her.
"Because you are its master." Xiao Zhan smiled broadly and then suggested, "For such a psychic weapon, you try to communicate with it. Maybe you can communicate with it."
"Really?" Qing Mu'er was half-convinced and tried to focus on the blood-bone whip, carefully feeling the changes in the blood-bone whip.
After a while, Qing Muer's little red mouth opened into an "O" shape in shock.
There's drama! Xiao Zhan couldn't help but crane his neck, and everyone else's eyes were also full of curiosity.
After a long while, Qing Muer took a deep breath, calmed down the excitement in her heart, shook her head at everyone, and said with a slight complaint: "Who said we can communicate?"
"Uh..." Xiao Zhan suddenly became a little hesitant and defended, "Maybe... it's not psychic enough to communicate with its master?"
Seeing Xiao Zhan like this, Qing Mu'er couldn't help but laugh and said, "Although it can't communicate with me, I feel an aura of royalty from it. How to describe it?" Qing Mu'er tilted her head. After thinking for a while, he tried to word his words accurately, "It feels very similar to the fire phoenix bloodline. It's as if I'm holding in my hand not a long whip of blood and bones, but a pure blood phoenix bone."
"Really?" Everyone was surprised and a little unbelievable. If this were true, it would be too scary. Looking at the entire history of Dou Emperor Continent, there are only a few pure blood phoenix bone weapons.
Seeing Qing Muer nodding solemnly, everyone's breathing became a little faster. Suddenly, Feng Feng pulled out the broken sword with a "swish" sound, "My sword is a magic weapon. Mistress, let's try it and see how tough your phoenix bone whip is!"
Qing Muer's beautiful eyes were as hot as a torch, and she also wanted to know how tough her whip had become. Holding up the beautiful whip flowers with her long whip, Qing Muer said with a smile: "Okay, let's try! But the ugly words are ahead. If my whip has any shortcomings, I...I will cry!"
Amid laughter, the broken sword and long whip clashed together. Since they were just testing the tenacity of the phoenix bone whip, the two of them naturally would not use their fighting spirit. For a moment, the field was filled with blood and green shadows.
In an instant, the two of them had passed dozens of moves. Feng Feng and Qing Muer retreated at the same time, each looking down at the weapons in their hands.
In perfect condition! After confirming, Qing Muer looked up at Feng Feng and smiled.
Safe and sound! After the storm confirmed, he also looked up at the storm and smiled.
"Congratulations to Mu'er's mother for getting such a good phoenix bone whip!" Long Yi stepped forward and pulled Qing Mu'er affectionately, with a bright smile on his lips.
Qing Muer also smiled as brightly as fireworks, stroking the phoenix bone whip with joy and couldn't put it down... (To be continued.)