Chapter 602: The Blood Tree Appears, Chaos Is Coming!

"Hiss!"

Xu Xiaoshou took a breath of cold air.

This smooth operation really shocked him.

"Aren't they all... Taixu?"

Xu Xiaoshou's face turned green.

He finally understood that there was a huge gap between Taixu and Taixu.

Just like he could rely on his innate cultivation and a passive skill to fight against the throne.

Even if he couldn't kill the enemy, he would definitely have no problem protecting himself.

This also shows that on this continent, cultivation really can't determine everything.

But on the contrary, most of the time, people are limited by the concept of cultivation.

But for the real strong men of the world, cultivation is just one of their means, definitely not all.

This is even more true for Taixu.

"Yeah..."

Xu Xiaoshou's thoughts turned, and he suddenly felt relieved.

Perhaps that level of realm is still very far away for him.

But for the upper class, that is, those chess players who really control the way of heaven, Taixu is definitely not a small number.

But there are many Taixu. Sword Immortals have been passed down for tens of thousands of years, but there are only seven at most in each generation.

Isn't this enough to explain something?

...

"Puff!"

On the headless body of Cen Qiaofu, a column of blood spurted into the sky.

Gou Wuyue pinned him with his sword like this, staring at Ba Zun'an without blinking.

In that situation, anyone who saw it could see that it was a provocation.

Anyone who saw it would be furious!

"Are you going to provoke me?" Ba Zun'an looked straight ahead.

Even if Gou Wuyue drew his sword and shattered Haitang'er's realm, severely injuring her, and then shattered the storyteller's incarnation with a sword, and then beheaded Cen Qiaofu on the spot.

He looked like nothing had happened, completely unmoved.

Gou Wuyue's eyes showed disappointment.

"How much have you changed..." He sighed in his heart.

If it was the former Ba Zun An, with his righteous character, he would have drawn his sword the moment he hurt Hai Tang'er.

But now...

The eight-fingered man in front of him has changed so much that he is completely different from decades ago.

Gou Wu Yue even doubted for a while, is this man still the same man as before?

Is he still the unruly and unyielding... the eighth sword fairy?

"First seat."

Hai Tang'er appeared beside Ba Zun An in a blood-stained dress and pressed his shoulder with one palm.

"It's time to go." He said softly.

The situation in the field changed too quickly.

Cen Qiaofu just said that he would cover the rear and let himself take the first seat away from here first.

But in the blink of an eye, he was captured by Gou Wu Yue.

Even if Tai Xu's body could not die on the spot, Gou Wu Yue's strength was really beyond everyone's expectations.

This guy has not even used more than three swords since just now!

But most of the holy slaves were already in red.

The situation was reversed, and the momentum was weak.

If the fight continued, even if the chieftain could compete with Gou Wuyue, what would be the consequences?

Gou Wuyue could attack at will.

Haitanger knew that if the chieftain really started a big fight, he would definitely be the first to get hurt!

"Go?"

Ba Zun'an's shoulder was about to be broken by Haitanger, but his body did not turn a bit. He said coldly: "Do you think he will let us go?"

Gou Wuyue was silent, staring at the remaining holy slaves in the field with a pair of sharp eyes like a hawk.

Everyone felt a lot of pressure.

Mingyi hadn't moved yet...

Ming was the only one who attacked...

But all the other party's words and deeds seemed to be stating an indisputable fact: "You are surrounded by me, Gou Wuyue!"

"Let go." Ba Zun'an said in a deep voice.

"But..."

Haitang'er wouldn't let go, he couldn't let the chief die in vain.

"I say, let go!"

Ba Zun'an's eyes condensed, the void seemed to tremble, wisps of white mist rose from the ground, and the world was filled with ominous clouds.

"Hmm!"

Haitang'er frowned, and blood oozed from her hands.

He quickly let go of her hand, stood by her side, and didn't dare to get close.

"Do you want me to say it for the third time?"

Ba Zun'an's voice was completely cold, his eyes stared at Gou Wuyue, and after a moment of silence, his voice was like thunder: "Let go!"

Boom!

The void burst.

The white mist that rose from the ground drilled into the void. At this moment, the faces of all the white-clothed people in the audience changed drastically, and they became agitated.

Although they were far apart, everyone felt pain all over their bodies at this moment, as if thousands of needles and threads were going to shuttle through their bodies and seemed to penetrate their bodies.

"Puff, puff, puff..."

Someone in white couldn't hold on any longer, and the sound of blood spurting out was heard.

Haitang'er also stared at Gou Wuyue, and saw that his sword-holding hand was shaking violently, and white sword mist was also spreading on it.

He finally realized that the three "let go" of the chief seat just now were not said to him, but to Gou Wuyue.

"The art of observing swords..."

Gou Wuyue's pupils shrank suddenly, and he seemed to understand what these white sword mists were.

Sword thoughts!

The "Sword Viewing Classic" created by the Eight Lords can not only observe all the spiritual swords in the world and strengthen oneself, but also observe and break the body of the sword immortal and hurt the enemy with the naked eye!

"Can't hold it back?"

Gou Wuyue felt relieved, smiled softly, and said: "I thought I had to kill all your people before you would choose to fight me, but now..."

With a sneer, Nulan's voice was pulled out of Cenchofu's body.

Gou Wuyue's sword twirled, the afterimages and spiritual energy rolled around, and Cen Qiaofu was ejected.

"puff!"

Cen Qiaofu, who lost the damage from Mo Jian and the suppression of Taixu's power, recovered his head in an instant, but he still couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.

His face was full of awe, but his eyes were extremely determined.

"Haitang'er!"

There was a final call and no further words.

But everyone knew that this guy was unwilling to give in.

He was unprepared before and was captured within one round. Now, he still has to keep his promise.

Let Haitang'er take Ba Zunzhen and go first, and then take the lead!

"Crack."

He took out a thin branch without leaves from his arms, Cenqiao broke it, opened his mouth and swallowed half of it.

"The shadowy branches of the blood tree?"

Haitang'er screamed in shock: "Woodcutter, no!"

Cen Qiaofu, however, stretched out his hand to signal for silence.

He has made up his mind.

This battle must be fought by oneself.

The first one can take action, but not now!

"Kaka——"

There was a soft sound of bones cracking, and Cenjov's body twisted slightly, as if drastic changes were going on inside his body.

Then, his body stooped, the clothes on his back were torn, and a gloomy blood-colored branch broke open.

Cenqiaofu's already old face suddenly lost all color.

On his body, there was barely any flesh and blood.

But as the blood branch on his back swelled, all the flesh and blood seemed to be drained away, and the person immediately became skin and bones.

"Wow!"

The blood branch was nourished and grew vigorously. In an instant, the tree crown opened and turned into a tall and strong blood tree, taking root on Cenjov's back.

Cenqiaofu seemed to be a little unconscious, his voice was low, but he still struggled to say one word:

"Walk……"

Bazun's eyes flickered, his eyes narrowed, and his four fingers clenched tightly.

"First seat!"

Haitang'er's voice was full of anxiety.

"One of the nine ancestral trees... the blood branch?"

Gou Wuyue was a little surprised when she saw Cen Qiaofu's change, and then looked at Ba Zunzun in amusement.

"When did the Eighth Sword Immortal, who had dominated his entire life, fall to the point where he needed his subordinates to protect him to the death, but he chose to live in an ignoble way?"

"Gou Wu..." A cold light burst out from the eyes of the Eight Masters, and they took a step forward.

"excuse me."

Haitang'er ignored it and slapped the back of his head hard, directly implanting the "Maze Flower Seed" into Ba Zunzhen's head.

"I?"

Bazun's eyes dimmed, and his body fell directly downwards.

"The flowers bloom half the world, and the nine seas are lost in the sky!"

Haitang'er used her left hand to wrap her arms around the eight unconscious bodies that were defenseless against her.

With a flick of his sleeves and robes, the earth on the ground buzzed, and alluring flowers bloomed. In an instant, the earth was so barren and cracked by the exotic flowers and rare plants.

"Hoo~"

When the wind blows, the mist of flowers blurs everyone's sight.

Haitang'er hugged the unconscious body of Bazun Shu and disappeared.

"Damn it!"

"Get started, don't let these guys escape, the formation... the sky cover of the Overturning Kingdom will be opened!"

"Return to your position, return to your position! With Senior Wuyue here, there is nothing to be afraid of in Hua Xiang's Hometown. We only need to hold our position. There is no need at all..."

"boom!"

An explosion dispersed the slightly flustered discussion in Bai Yi.

Immediately, everyone saw a light blue and blood-red figure volleying past in front of the eyes among the rising and falling mist.

"this……"

Everyone was dumbfounded.

light blue……

Among the entire audience, apart from a certain cluster in the sea of ​​flowers, the only one with light blue is Senior Wuyue, right?

Senior Wuyue, was taken away?

"Whoosh!"

Another streak of blood shot out.

As everyone's pupils trembled, they saw that under the blessing of the blood tree, Cen Qiaofu, whose speed had changed so much that no one else could react, was already flying into the sky, holding the immortal ax high in his hand.

"Holy God, break!"

An ax struck down.

Even if it was attacked by the Eight Masters, it could quickly recover from the Heavenly Cover, but it was actually split in half on the spot!

Later.

"Rumble..."

Points of light burst out all over the sky.

The Sky Canopy of Fuguo was blown up!

"Fuck!"

"What kind of attack power is this?"

"The blood tree... are you kidding? It's just a branch of the blood tree. Even if it can increase the attack and defense speed and combat awareness of the spiritual master, how can it make it so terrifying?"

"This, this, this...could it be because the person who was blessed is a furious Taixu?"

"Fuck! Look up there!!"

Bai Yi's voice gradually became more frightening as time went by.

Because they could notice that Cen Qiaofu, who had shattered the Sky Canopy with his axe, had lowered his head.

The scarlet and inhuman eyes were like those of ghostly beasts.

Under a brief gaze, Cenjov raised his axe.

"Swish, brush, brush, brush..."

His hands turned into afterimages.

Everyone's eyes were blurred, and when they reacted, the tens of thousands of ax beams swung by Cenchofu had already struck!

"Nima..."

At this moment, everyone's hearts went cold.

Furious Taixu, with the Panxian Ax blessed by the blood tree outside...

Who in the whole venue can withstand this attack?

"How dare you!"

At the critical moment, Gou Wuyue reappeared.

The sharp-eyed could see that his back was already stained with blood.

Obviously, at the moment when the flower mist rose, even Gou Wuyue, one of the Seven Sword Immortals, was also caught.

Although Cen Qiaofu seemed to have fallen in one round before.

But Taixu is Taixu.

Even if there was no blood tree amplification, Cen Qiaofu almost took Gou Wuyue's trance.

"Sword net!"

The situation was critical, and Gou Wuyue did not think much.

He pulled up the inverted famous sword in the air at the speed of light, and the moment the Qingmo sword shadow overlapped with the sound of Nulan, the ground rose up, and tens of thousands of sword lights intersecting horizontally and vertically.

In a blink of an eye, the sword light intercepted the tens of thousands of axe lights.

But during this delay, Gou Wuyue's body, which was unable to return the sword in time, was also exposed to Cen Qiaofu's axe blade.

"Shua!"

Cen Qiaofu let out a shout that was not human.

Before everyone noticed anything, his figure shattered on the spot, and then solidified behind Gou Wuyue.

"Boom!"

A cross-shaped axe light flashed across the void for several miles.

The black hole replaced everything!

"Pop~"

The expected bloody light did not appear.

Gou Wuyue was hit by an axe, and his body turned into crystal fragments and fell off.

"Phantom Sword Technique!"

Everyone was terrified, but they couldn't help but burst out with excitement.

Not dead!

Senior Wuyue is not dead!

Thank goodness...

Ah, what's the good fortune? Senior Wuyue is not dead, isn't it right?

He is a sword fairy!

The battle was intense.

Gou Wuyue didn't stop at all. When his phantom body shattered and reappeared, he had already pointed his sword and stabbed Cen Qiaofu's head fiercely.

"Soul-piercing sword!"

"Om--"

A green ripple spread out from the void. Cen Qiaofu seemed to be possessed by a demon and did not react. His head and chin were penetrated on the spot.

However, no blood gushed out.

All the flesh and blood in his body had already been sacrificed to the blood tree.

"Ah!!!"

Accompanied by a hoarse roar, the voice of the famous sword Nulan dimmed.

Then, the blood tree behind Cen Qiaofu grew wildly again.

The branches that shot out not only absorbed the power of the famous sword, but also entangled the sword body, and were about to wrap around Gou Wuyue's body.

Gou Wuyue hurriedly shook the sword body, chopped the branches of the blood tree, and pulled out the sword.

As one of the nine ancestral trees, the blood tree has a terrifying devouring power.

This can be seen from Cen Qiaofu, who could not even withstand the Taixu body.

"Number 33!"

After drawing the sword, Gou Wuyue did not fight, but shouted loudly.

Then, his eyelids closed, as if sensing something, and then his figure flew away out of thin air.

"Stay... down..."

Cen Qiaofu murmured unconsciously, and with a tip of his toes, his figure shot out, and was hit by a high-intensity whip kick in the air, and was sucked into a deep pit underground.

"Your opponent is me."

The figure of No. 33 appeared out of thin air.

He looked down at his right leg, which was full of holes pierced by the branches of the blood tree during the attack, and was very surprised.

If he were a human, if he had blood...

I think he would have died after that leg was pulled!

"Roar!!!"

After a roar like a beast, Cen Qiaofu pressed the ground with both hands.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang..."

The earth fell apart.

The blood tree took root and grew vigorously in an instant, directly turning the open space of several miles into a dense blood forest.

The scene in the forest suddenly became a little bloody...

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"

"Bang, bang, bang!"

"Ah, ah, ah——"

After a short pause, the blood tree danced like crazy.

The branches whipped around, and Bai Yi, who was a little slower to react, was pierced by the branches. In an instant, he was whipped into a dead body with wailing.

"Nimma..."

No. 33 looked at the horrifying movement below, was silent for a long time, and said a sigh learned from the human world.

This scene is spectacular and creepy!

Even though he is a Tianji puppet, the thought of being here and fighting the Taixu monster carrying the blood tree makes his scalp numb.

"Huh, I don't seem to have a scalp?"

No. 33 crouched down, kicked his toes in the air, and jumped down.

Saving Bai Yi from the water and fire is the mission of our generation of Tianji puppets!