Chapter 1375 (1/2)

When the sword killed by master wunian without resistance is released again, all the sky and earth become red, and all the places they pass are full of flame sword Qi.

Master Juehui, who fell into Shura with a evil sword in his hand, also knew that Tang Lichuan's sword was unparalleled. However, the stronger the move, the more he could stimulate his inner madness.

Wanzhangsha was meant to burst out under the sword spirit, and the blood colored long hair danced wildly with the wind. The black flame around the body was shocked to pieces by the evil force of Shura.

”The prison sea sank and destroyed thousands of Buddhas!”

When the evil Sabre was suddenly selected, it immediately set off a blood wave. The rolling blood wave seemed to be soaked with countless monk and Buddha bodies. Looking around, I saw a blood pool hell.

”Eh? This is the sword move of the immeasurable Buddhist temple, not the martial art of the Tuli Shura!”

Master Chueh Hui's Sabre move is extremely murderous, but when he saw this move at the age of 8000, his eyes immediately moved. He showed a puzzled expression when he saw the origin of this move. Since he got the sabre of Dali Shura, why not use the Shura martial skill far superior to the level of the cold world, but use the limitless Brahma's own Sabre move, which is less powerful?

”Is it really hard for the old thief to bear the power of Shura? Now is the best chance to kill him?”

At the age of eight thousand, his heart moved and he knew that Tang Lichuan's judgment was correct. Now it was a good time to destroy the enemy, but he could stand up. A burst of tearing pain in his chest made him step back involuntarily. Just now master Chueh Hui and the countless Buddhist monks joined hands to attack him. It hurt him too much. He still needs to recuperate for a while if he wants to help the war.

Except for the two half King demon kings of their demon family, no one can intervene in the battle.

Dugu Shi absorbed all the soul power of Yan feikuang, but he could exert Wu Jun's power in a short time, but he didn't have the foundation of Wu Jun after all. Once he was defeated, he would be hurt much more than the authentic Wu Jun. at present, he can't intervene.

As for those demon families brought by 8000 years old, they have no room to intervene. Their life depends on luck. They don't dare to kill without knowing their life.

In the blink of an eye, the sea of blood prison wave positively impacted the Xuanyan sword move, and two streams of burning sword gas rushed into the sea of blood, which disappeared with a puff. The rolling sea of blood seemed to have no end. Even if the power of Xi Lun divine flame was extremely powerful, it could not burn all the sea of blood for a moment.

”No, brother Tang is drowned in the 'Shura battlefield'! That knife is an evil knife that kills countless creatures, and it also carries on the heaven killing artistic conception of Dali Shura. Although Tang Lichuan has extraordinary talent, he is too young to compare with the Shura who has killed for thousands of years!”

At the age of 8000, when Tang Lichuan rushed into the sea of blood, there was no trace. He was very anxious and forced to suppress the injury in his body. His evil spirit hurried to connect with the jade sky.

The emerald firmament has not yet taken root and has not assimilated the surrounding environment, so it is difficult to exert its strongest power, but it has also turned into thousands of ”wood spirit spikes” with green gas, which roar and shoot down like a shower.

In the sea of blood, Shura didn't even turn back when facing the attack from the emerald sky. The sea of blood was only a slight roll, and thousands of wooden spirit spikes sank in the sea of blood in the blink of an eye.

”The old thief's strength is so powerful. It's a miscalculation!”

Eight thousand years old was eager for quick success and instant benefit. He had planned to break the boundless Buddhist temple. Unexpectedly, master Juehui, who should have been sitting in the world, was still alive, and his strength as Shura was even more difficult to shake. Eight thousand years old began to panic.

”Huh?”

Shura, who easily broke his 8000 year old martial arts skills, suddenly looked at the sea of blood in front of him, and suddenly a fiery red sword shadow rushed out of the sea of blood and came straight to the door.

”He was not lost in the sea of killing blood! What a strong willpower!”

Master Chueh Hui was surprised. At that moment, long RI Kunwu was close at hand, forcing him to block the front of his sword. Suddenly, fire and blood were intertwined into a strange picture.

”Oh, do you want to make Tang lost by killing? Unfortunately, your killing is not enough!”

With a loud roar, Tang Lichuan rushed forward with a long day Kunwu and couldn't fight back. The next second, his left hand shook and a sword split. The eternal hatred hidden in the flame sword Qi spun and cut out like a windmill. He brushed a sword across master Chueh Hui and grasped his wrist for a moment.