Chapter 865 Instant Kill

Seeing a streak of blood coming, Qing Songzi's expression changed slightly, but his movements were still methodical.

Uh-huh!

I saw Qingsongzi offering his natal magic weapon, a wooden sword forged from the roots of the original ancient pine.

This wooden sword glowed with green light, and the rich light seemed to be like thick ink that could not be melted away. It gathered in one place and was breathtaking.

"Go!" Qingsongzi shouted, and the wooden sword traveled between heaven and earth like a flexible little fish, blocking the bloody aura in an instant.

"Although the Songshan Sect has declined, Qingsongzi's strength is still remarkable."

"Just relying on this natal flying sword, Qing Songzi is definitely considered a strong person in the early stage of Nascent Soul."

Seeing Qing Songzi's performance, everyone's eyes couldn't help but light up. Almost all of the people present were Nascent Soul cultivators, and their vision was naturally extremely high. Qing Songzi's strength was evident at a glance.

However, Qingsongzi, who had resisted the blood-colored aura, had no time to be happy, and his face suddenly changed drastically. He was horrified to find that the aura of his natal magic weapon began to dim. If his magic power had not been desperately maintained, this little sword would have been useless!

"Hehe... you think it will be okay if you can resist my Blood Spirit Sword? How naive!" Boss Hei sneered, and his mana suddenly poured into the Blood Spirit Sword like a torrential river.

boom!

The blood-colored spiritual sword was poured into by Boss Hei's mana, and immediately let out a roar, then knocked down the wooden sword and slashed towards Qingsongzi.

Seeing this scene, the monks present couldn't help but frown. Logically speaking, with the power of this wooden sword, it was absolutely impossible to be defeated by the bloody spiritual sword like this.

"I know, this bloody sword light can corrode the magic weapon. In this way, the wooden sword loses its original power." A monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul said lightly.

When everyone heard this sentence, they immediately understood, and at the same time they also had a deep fear of this magic weapon. Such a terrifying magic weapon, even if they knew its secret, there was not much they could do to resist it.

This time, it was Qing Songzi’s fate.

Seeing that several magic weapons that Qing Songzi took out were cut down one by one by the bloody aura, everyone sighed deeply in their hearts, Qing Songzi will not survive!

When Qing Songzi saw the bloody spirit knife that was about to fly towards him in mid-air, he couldn't help but feel a trace of despair on his face. He had just used all the defensive magic weapons. But facing the bloody light that could corrode the magic weapon, Qing Songzi really didn't have much to do.

This kind of magical treasure that can corrode magic weapons is very difficult to refine, let alone its nemesis, which is one of a kind.

Although Qing Songzi once came from a powerful force, his wealth is not as rich as this.

After exhausting all methods, Qing Songzi knew that he could not get rid of this bloody aura no matter what, so he had no choice but to close his eyes and gave up resistance. In fact, Qing Songzi was also tired. Over the years, he did not know how much effort he had made in order to revive the Songshan Sect.

Unfortunately, Songshan Sect only has one monk who is in the early stage of Nascent Soul. Although there are several disciples who are expected to become Nascent Soul Golden Core monks, even if they can succeed, it will probably take decades.

Just when everyone thought Qing Songzi was about to be killed by this bloody aura, a bronze palm firmly grasped the aura.

"How could it be you?"

Seeing Lu Chen suddenly appear in front of Qing Songzi, the pupils of the three Hei brothers couldn't help but shrink. Although Hei Laozi had a fierce battle with Qing Songzi just now, most of his attention was still on Lu Chen, not to mention Hei Laoer and Hei Laosan, who were all staring at Lu Chen. .

However, even they didn't know when Lu Chen took action. This speed made them feel numb.

The monks on the side couldn't help but be stunned, and some of the middle-stage Nascent Soul monks even narrowed their eyes, because even they only felt it slightly!

"Hehe... Lu Chen, I didn't expect that your movement skills are really fast. Unfortunately, you are too trusting!" Boss Hei sneered, and the magic power on his body became even more powerful.

Everyone looked at Lu Chen and couldn't help but shake their heads. This Lu Chen's strength seems to be good. His speed just now is already superior to most of the early Yuanying monks, and even ahead of the monks in the middle stage of Yuanying.

However, he should not hold the bloody spirit sword with his palm.

This spiritual sword can even corrode magic weapons, let alone a pair of mere flesh palms?

As the black boss exploded, the blood energy on the bloody spiritual knife became even more violent. Visible to the naked eye, the bloody light began to roll continuously, trying to crush Lu Chen's palm.

However, Lu Chen's seemingly ordinary palm was like a mountain of five fingers, unshakable.

After a few breaths, the faces of the monks who originally wanted to watch the show finally began to change slightly. With their eyesight, they could naturally see the power contained in the bloody aura. However, Lu Chen seemed to be nothing at all. No, it didn't seem like it, it was true!

"Actually, this spiritual sword is not as indestructible as you think."

Lu Chen said calmly, and at the same time, he clenched his palm suddenly. Suddenly, the spirit knife seemed to have spirituality, and it made a "wuwu" sound in Lu Chen's palm, as if it had been greatly damaged.

The next moment, everyone heard a "click, click, click" sound.

On the other side, Boss Hei's face was as white as a piece of white paper. He widened his eyes and touched Lu Chen with his finger, as if he wanted to say something.

Something.

However, as soon as he opened his mouth, he said "Wow" and spit out a large mouthful of blood!

At this time, Lu Chen also slowly opened his palms. In his palms, the spiritual sword was already broken into pieces! Lu Chen flicked his palm lightly, flicking away the broken blades, and then flipped his palm, and the Ancient Lotus Sword was already in his hand.

Hurrah!

The Ancient Lotus Sword and Lu Chen's minds were connected, and under the infusion of Lu Chen's powerful mana, tens of thousands of Green Lotus Sword Qi suddenly emitted.

Lu Chen pointed lightly with his finger, and suddenly the sword energy came overwhelmingly.

Swish, swish, swish!

The three Hei brothers spent their whole lives cultivating, but they were still drowned in the tide of sword energy like a savage beast, with no chance of survival anymore!