Chapter 1201: Tough Sword Cultivator

boom…

The violent explosion ravaged the entire Monster Beast Forest in an instant.

Wait for the explosion to fall.

A radius of dozens of miles has been razed to the ground.

The ground has been scraped off dozens of layers.

From a distance, the range of dozens of miles looks like a huge pothole.

In the pit, there is nothing.

The only one there is a young man with a sword in the center.

"Pfft." Xiao Yi spat out a mouthful of blood, still standing there.

Normally, with such a terrifying self-destruction, he should be blasted dozens of miles away.

However, the Leng Yan sword in his hand was tightly adsorbing the blood-devouring beads.

And his hand seemed to be tightly absorbed by Leng Yanjian.

Therefore, the explosion just now did not blow him away, but it was the same, which made him face the terrifying self-destruction.

His clothes were tattered.

A whole body of flesh, more than half of it cracked.

This is because of his extremely fast reaction, and at the moment when the old man exploded, he quickly exploded the energy in his body, and four powerful flames instantly protected him.

Four powerful flames blocked most of the self-destruction power.

Otherwise, he might be dead by now.

But even so, he is still seriously injured.

On both arms, the flesh was cracked to see the bones, and on the chest, there was a wound that was almost pierced, and blood was flowing.

Such injuries, if not treated in time, can still be life-threatening.

It's just that he can't get out of it now.

"Uh." Xiao Yi gritted his teeth, the severe pain all over his body made him extremely uncomfortable.

The arm that originally condensed the sword energy has long been unable to hang down.

The other hand holding the sword,

If it wasn't for the Leng Yan sword, it would have been lowered now.

With such a serious injury, he didn't even have the strength to lift his arm or move his steps.

Faced with the self-destruction of a crazy martial arts emperor, it is amazing that he can survive.

As for his inability to escape, Leng Yanjian was still holding the Blood Devouring Bead tightly.

On the Leng Yan sword, the rays of light were extremely bright, and Xiao Yi could even feel the joy of the sword spirit inside the sword.

It proves that Leng Yanjian is absorbing it.

Xiao Yi couldn't take the sword even if he wanted to. Of course, he didn't have the strength.

"Breathe faster." Xiao Yi shouted weakly.

Afterwards, he planned to mobilize the energy in his body, temporarily suppress the injury, and warm his body.

However, he found that an inexplicable cold force filled his body completely.

In the Leng Yan sword, a force passed into his body through his arm.

That is the blood energy in the blood-devouring beads.

At this time, some of these powers were absorbed by Leng Yanjian; some of them entered his body and continued to strengthen his blood pill.

"Damn, you can absorb it yourself, you don't have to give it to me." Xiao Yi gritted his teeth and let out a sigh.

Chong…

The blade of Leng Yanjian shook.

However, the blood energy that was absorbed into Xiao Yi's body did not weaken in the slightest.

It seems that, in the eyes of Leng Yanjian's sword spirit, it is beneficial, and its owner cannot be forgotten.

Gradually, the blood energy that was absorbed into the body not only did not weaken, but instead became more and more surging.

The blood pill continues to grow, and the body is constantly filled with this blood energy.

But it was also the case, this blood energy completely suppressed the movement of the small world in Xiao Yi's body.

If Xiao Yi was at his peak, he would naturally be able to counter suppress this power.

But now that he is seriously injured, he doesn't even have the strength to raise his hand, how can he help?

"Absorb it faster." Xiao Yi could only say helplessly and weakly.

Then, the other hand, which was unable to hang down, forced a shot, and a pill in the Qiankun Ring bounced up and fell precisely into the mouth.

The medicinal pill entered the abdomen and turned into pure power, temporarily relieving some injuries.

For such a serious injury, medicinal pills alone have little effect.

Still have to cooperate with one's own strength.

"Phew." Xiao Yi exhaled slightly and waited.

...

At the same time, outside the Tianling Forest.

A figure passed by in the sky.

"Huh?" The figure frowned slightly and looked down.

"What an astonishingly cold aura, the birth of an evil thing?"

The figure muttered to itself, and the elegant figure slowly fell.

"Formation?" The figure fell over the forest, but was stopped by the formation.

The entire forest has long been blocked by the formation created by the deputy hall master of the Tianji Temple and a group of formation mages.

"Broken." The figure whispered softly.

A sword energy condensed in his hand, lightly.

Pfft... The moment the sword energy fell, the formation instantly collapsed.

The deputy hall master of the Tianji Temple, plus the formation formed by the thousands of formation masters, waved his hand and broke it.

Moreover, the person who came was obviously a sword cultivator.

Looking at Zhongyu, there are only a handful of people who can have such skills and are a sword cultivator.

The formation was broken, and the figure floated down.

"Huh? Blood-devouring beads?" The moment the figure fell, he immediately noticed the source of the monstrous and cold aura, and he recognized the blood-devouring beads at a glance.

The next second, the figure's gaze turned to Xiao Yi next to the blood-devouring bead.

Xiao Yi also felt something and looked at the person who came.

Almost at the moment of looking at the person coming, Xiao Yi's expression changed.

The person who came was a middle-aged man, with an extraordinary aura, but under his elegant temperament, he had a pair of fierce and shocking eyes.

Xiao Yi just looked at that gaze, and his heart was already horrified.

He couldn't sense the strength of a person at all.

In his perception, the aura of this person is like a hurricane above the clouds, extremely cold, icy and icy.

This person's aura is like an endless abyss, unfathomable.

But only this person's eyes are like a sharp sword that can soar into the sky, above the clouds and sky, and go straight to the abyss below, and nothing can stop it.

"What a powerful swordsman." Xiao Yi was horrified.

At this moment, the visitor frowned and looked at Xiao Yi, "Are you absorbing the power of the blood-devouring beads?"

"I have long heard that there are evil cultivators in the Sifang Territory, blood-washing the big city, strange and evil, but I didn't expect to be so young."

After the person said it, he shook his head, and a sword energy in his hand condensed and slashed heavily.

"You..." Xiao Yi's pupils shrank, his face suddenly cold.

"Huh?" The person who came suddenly hummed softly, and the falling sword energy also stopped.

"You have the dossier aura of my Heiyun Xuejiao, are you a disciple of my Heiyun Xuejiao?"

"I..." Xiao Yi was weak and wanted to say something.

"You bastard." The middle-aged man snorted coldly, "Although everyone thinks that Heiyun Xuejiao is a place of arrogance and domineering, it is not really possible to distinguish black and white."

"I teach in Heiyun, although I protect my disciples comprehensively, but it does not mean that my disciples can act recklessly and fall into evil ways."

"You..." Xiao Yi heard the words, his face was extremely ugly.

However, he is very weak now, and it is difficult to speak faster.

"Hmph." The middle-aged man snorted coldly, put away his sword qi, but hit it with one palm.

"Pfft." Xiao Yi spat out a mouthful of blood and was blasted away.

The Leng Yanjian, which had been absorbing the blood-devouring beads, was originally blown away by Xiao Yi, who had not even been able to blow up the old man's self-destruction.

Leng Yanjian also directly broke away from the adsorption of the blood-devouring beads.

"I don't want to kill you," the middle-aged man said in a cold voice, "But you are so seriously injured that you are not far from death."

After all, the middle-aged man gave a cold drink and left.

On the spot, Xiao Yi's face was extremely cold.

He was already seriously injured, and the middle-aged man almost killed him.

"Pfft." Xiao Yi spat out another mouthful of blood, his eyes darkened, and he fainted.

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Fourth more. (burst)