Chapter 1200: The Death of Evil Cultivator

swoosh...swish...swish...

Xiao Yi no longer condensed flames, but came out with a sword.

In an instant, with a radius of 100 meters, the sword energy is vertical and horizontal.

The cold and sharp sword energy, densely packed, all hit the old man.

The old man didn't dodge, just stared at Xiao Yi coldly.

Countless sword qi hit him, but all of them were blocked by the layer of stinging aura wrapped around him.

The power of the blood-devouring beads is not exhausted in a day, and it can't hurt him at all.

Xiao Yi had no choice but to try his best.

This is also his last resort. If he can't consume it, he can only...

Thinking like this, Xiao Yi gritted his teeth, holding the cold sword in his hand, waving it like a dance, incessantly.

So far, Xiao Yi has used almost all the means he can use, but he still can't do anything about the blood-devouring beads.

In this way, the only way for him to die.

But, in fact, he still has a hole card, something that has always been the biggest hole card.

Yes, Ice Luan Sword.

It's just that the backlash is too terrifying.

That extremely cold backlash was one of the few pains he could not bear.

Of course, Xiao Yi didn't care about this kind of pain.

What he cares about is the repeated backlash experience in the past, which he vividly remembers.

After each backlash, the injuries he suffered were almost impossible to heal with medicinal herbs.

The meridians in the body are riddled with holes, and they are raging in a mess.

Xiao Yi didn't have the time to get hurt, and didn't have the time to wait for the injury to heal.

And the ancient evil weapon such as the blood-devouring pearl is by no means light; I am afraid that even if I can destroy it and kill this old man, I will lose half of my life.

If it is more serious, the cultivation base will decline, and the hard work of the past half a year will fall short.

It is also possible.

If there is another way, he is absolutely unwilling to use the Ice Luan Sword.

But if there is really no way, instead of waiting to die when the blood pill power is exhausted, he can only give it his all.

swoosh...swish...swish...swish...

The raging sword energy bombarded for an hour.

However, the old man remained unscathed.

On the blood-devouring beads, there is not much power loss.

The blood energy contained in the blood-devouring beads shocked Xiao Yi for a while.

However, the old man was also horrified.

"For such a long time, the sword energy has not weakened at all." The old man stared at Xiao Yi in surprise.

"How can there be such an amazing Yuan force in a mere peak of the holy realm."

Xiao Yi ignored the old man's exclamations and clenched the Leng Yan sword tightly in his hand.

Then the figure flashed and slashed straight at the old man.

"Blood Realm Slash." Xiao Yi shouted violently and slashed with all his strength.

This will be his last cut, his last attempt.

If there is still no effect, you can only use the Ice Luan Sword.

Chong…

On the Leng Yan sword, blood was surging, and before approaching the old man, the sword edge turned and slashed heavily on the blood-devouring bead.

"Or the same method?" The old man was unmoved and smiled grimly.

"It's useless, it will take another half a day at most, and your bloody killing intent will be exhausted."

"At that time, when the old man took your life and got out of trouble, Jie Jie Jie Jie."

The cold laughter was full of pride, and there was an uncontrollable killing intent towards Xiao Yishi.

The blood-devouring beads are still unscathed.

Xiao Yi's face was ruthless, and his mind was already connected with the Ice Luan Sword in his body.

This is his last resort.

However, when he was about to condense the Ice Luan Sword and mobilize the power inside...

Suddenly, a burst of light flickered on Leng Yan's sword.

"Huh?" Xiao Yi was startled, "Sword Spirit?"

Leng Yan sword, the body of the sword kept vibrating.

"You want to absorb these powers?" Xiao Yi's expression changed.

Xiao Yi knew that there was a sword spirit in the Leng Yan sword.

He remembered that he had warned Sword Spirit.

He knew that the vibration of the sword body and the flickering light were the sword spirit asking and asking for the consent of his master.

"Suck it, suck it hard for me." Xiao Yi reacted instantly, with a happy expression on his face, and he shouted violently.

It was almost the moment Xiao Yi's voice fell.

The body of Leng Yanjian stopped shaking, but the light became more intense.

"Huh?" The old man, who was originally unmoved and showed disdain and killing intent, suddenly changed his face.

"Are you absorbing the power in the blood-devouring beads?"

"Hmph, a mere mid-grade holy artifact is beyond my own power."

The old man sneered, and in one thought, the blood-devouring beads radiated brilliantly.

Blood-devouring beads, controlled by him.

However, after ten seconds, the old man's complexion changed drastically.

"How is it possible that the blood-devouring beads are no match for the absorption of a mere mid-grade holy artifact?" The old man's eyes were full of disbelief.

"Boy, get out of here." The old man finally shot for the first time.

With the dry palm, he grasped at Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi was not afraid, the sword energy in his hand condensed, and pointed out.

The sword fingers and the dry palm collided in an instant, but they were deadlocked in an instant, helpless to each other.

"If there is no blood-devouring beads, I don't need to be afraid of you." Xiao Yi smiled disdainfully.

Xiao Yi held the sword in one hand, the sword touched the blood-devouring beads; the sword finger in the other hand stalemate with the dry palm of the old man.

The confrontation between the two was going on like this, but it was the first time that there was a winner or loser.

It can be clearly seen that the light on the blood-devouring beads is constantly dimming, and the aura it emits is getting weaker and weaker.

On the Leng Yan sword, the brighter the light, the more surging the breath.

"How is it possible, how is it possible..." The old man looked crazy.

The blood energy he absorbed so hard, the blood essence of countless monsters and human warriors, was actually quickly absorbed by others?

Between him and the blood-devouring beads, the breath is connected.

He could clearly feel the rapidly draining power in the Blood Devouring Bead, and even the Yuan Power in his body was constantly draining.

"Impossible...impossible..." The old man couldn't keep his composure for a long time.

Crazy Yuan force constantly erupted from his palm, trying to shake Xiao Yi back.

Xiao Yi looked at it coldly, not afraid of it.

The sword energy in the sword fingers firmly resisted the old man's Yuan Li.

The Leng Yan sword in the other hand was 'obeying' Xiao Yi's order, mercilessly absorbing the blood energy in the blood-devouring beads.

Xiao Yi looked at Leng Yanjian, which was getting brighter and brighter, with a look of surprise on his face.

The blood-devouring bead is indeed an ancient evil weapon, and it is extremely powerful.

But Xiao Yi remembered that the Leng Yan sword was also forged at the beginning, and it was already a powerful thing in the sword domain that convinced Wan Jian.

Although I don't know why such a powerful sword, it is only a middle-grade holy weapon.

But Xiao Yi only needs to know that it has completely suppressed the blood-devouring beads now, that's all.

"It seems that it was not me, but you who died after a long time." Xiao Yi sneered at the old man.

"Impossible... Impossible... Damn, you're damned." The old man looked crazy.

Evil cultivator, cultivating the evil way, when this old man possessed the blood-devouring beads, he was indeed powerful, and even the eight deputy hall masters could not help it.

But now it is also clear that the mood is abnormally unstable.

But within ten minutes, the breath on the blood-devouring beads dropped rapidly.

"Damn, damn you..." The old man stared at Xiao Yi with frantic eyes.

"Damn you..."

This is the last sentence of the old man.

Boom... A sky-shattering explosion ravaged the entire Monster Beast Forest in an instant.

"Self-destruction?" Xiao Yi's pupils shrank, and his face changed drastically.

The self-destruction of a martial arts emperor, or at such a close distance, how terrifying the power should be?

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