Chapter 340 Kill 7 Saints in a Row!

"My Killing Shadow..." The bald man looked at the blood-colored sickle in his hand in disbelief. A novel ≦﹤＜≦≦﹤≤≦﹤﹤﹤＜≤≤

There were many cracks on the blood-colored sickle, and the next moment, the blood-colored sickle exploded directly.

Everyone was stunned, and the bald man even roared in his head.

His blood-colored scythe, that is a divine weapon! And it is a genuine third-grade high-level magic weapon!

The third-grade high-level divine weapon is already enough to make many holy realms jealous and frantically compete for it, and its hardness can be imagined, but now, it has burst?

Jian Wushuang slashed with one sword, directly smashing his blood-colored sickle?

"Impossible!" Mo Yun roared in the distance, "How hard is the third-grade high-level divine weapon, even if the strength is disparate, it will not even be directly smashed, unless..."

"His sword!"

Mo Yun was already present and everyone fixed their eyes on the killing sword in Jian Wu's hands at the same time.

"A Grade One Divine Soldier!"

"Only the legendary first-rank magic weapon can directly smash the third-rank high-rank magic weapon!"

"The sword in his hand turned out to be a first-grade magic weapon?"

The entire school field was buzzing.

First-class magic weapon!

In the long history of Nanyang University, no one has ever mastered a Grade 1 magic weapon, but now there is a Grade 1 magic weapon!

However, Jian Wushuang ignored the horror of the people around him. With one strike, he smashed the blood-colored sickle in the bald man's hand, and then the power remained unabated, and he continued to slash at the bald man.

"First!"

Jian Wushuang's eyes were cold, and the three killing swords easily fought over the bald man, taking away a touch of scarlet.

The bald man who controlled the domain and reached the second level of the domain was the first to die.

But Jian Wushuang's figure never stopped. After beheading the bald man, he turned into lightning again, and appeared in front of the black-clothed woman again in an instant.

The three-killing sword in his hand slashed mercilessly again.

"Not good." The black-clothed woman's frightened Hua Rong turned pale, and even waved her blood-colored soft sword to resist.

But the same scene reappeared, the bloody soft sword was split into two sections, and the three-killing sword passed over the woman in black again.

"the second!"

Jian Wushuang muttered, without the slightest emotion, with a phantom figure, and appeared in front of a blue-robed middle-aged man.

"The third!"

The sword light came out, and the blue-robed middle-aged man was in a different place immediately.

"escape!"

"Run away!"

The four remaining members of the Holy Palace were terrified, and at this moment, they had lost the courage to fight against Jian Wushuang.

However, they fell into the river of blood, and the endless force of the river of blood was madly oppressed, but they exploded like snails, and they couldn't escape if they wanted to.

"the fourth!"

Jian Wushuang appeared in front of the fourth holy realm powerhouse, and then...

the fifth!

sixth!

In the blink of an eye, six of the seven holy realms were directly killed by Jian Wushuang, and these six holy realms were all killed with one sword, and there was no room to fight back.

In the end, Jian Wushuang appeared beside Mo Yun again.

"It's your turn." Jian Wushuang's voice was cold.

Mo Yun looked at Jian Wushuang in the blood river with unprecedented horror in his eyes.

Not only him, but the countless powerhouses who were watching the battle had already been silent for a long time, and they were all stunned.

Just for a moment!

In an instant, six of the seven sacred realms of the Holy Palace were directly beheaded!

It was too fast, and it was too easy. The holy realm powerhouse in Tangtang's control of the domain seemed like a baby without the slightest resistance in front of Jian Wushuang.

The power of Jian Wushuang that burst out at this moment also made everyone tremble with fear.

But in fact, they didn't know that the Shura Secret Technique was a very good method. The first Huangquan Road was to form a realm to oppress people inside the realm, in order to oppress and limit the strength of the opponent.

But the second Naihe Bridge is completely different.

The Bridge of Naihe is aimed at improving the power of attack.

After the Naihe Bridge extends out, any attack by Jian Wushuang will get the amplitude of the Naihe Bridge, so the power will skyrocket!

In addition, the power of the three-kill sword as a first-grade magic weapon has also been completely exploded, which leads to Jian Wushuang having the combat power to kill the holy realm with one sword.

In addition, the people of the Holy Palace were still trapped in the river of blood and were greatly oppressed. They could not use their speed or strength, and they were also attacked by Nai Heqiao, which gave Jian Wushuang to kill them one by one. The opportunity is like killing a chicken, killing the six holy realms in an instant.

Now, the Holy Palace is still alive, and only the ink cloud is left.

Whoa!

The sword light was still mercilessly slashed, and the huge power just burst out, which made Mo Yun's heart tremble, knowing that under this sword, he would never have a chance to survive, his eyes were here. In an instant, it became scarlet.

"what!"

With a roar, the ink cloud slammed his eyebrows, and immediately a large mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and he waved a hand to grab a handful of blood, squeezed it hard, and then slapped Jian Wushuang with his palm.

At the same time, the voice of this ink cloud also echoed at this moment.

"This son's talent is unparalleled in ancient and modern times. If he doesn't die, my Holy Palace will suffer a great disaster!"

"Kill him!"

"Have to kill him!"

Mo Yun's voice was crazy, followed by a bang, his body actually burst open.

Before the three killing swords swung by Jian Wushuang smashed on his body, his body burst open, but after the burst, it turned into a pile of blood mist, which filled the air towards Jian Wushuang.

The distance was too close, and the blood mist was obviously coming towards Jian Wushuang. Jian Wushuang reluctantly moved his body to the side, but he still couldn't avoid it completely, and some blood mist was sprinkled on his arm.

And when the body of this last ink cloud burst and turned into a blood mist, the entire Ice Nether Valley was eerily silent.

Dead silent.

There are thousands of strong people present, and at this moment, everyone's eyes are fixed on Jian Wushuang's body, and each one's expressions are wonderful.

The Holy Palace came forward and killed Jian Wushuang!

The seven holy realms have joined forces.

But as a result, in just a short time, all of them died!

That is the powerhouse of the Seven Great Sacred Realms, and they still control the Sacred Realm of the domain. Any one who is placed on the Nanyang Continent is an absolute top existence. Completely slaughtered by the opponent!

"Is this true?"

"I, am I dreaming?"

Everyone was astonished.

Jian Wushuang held a sword with one hand and stood in the void, but frowned and looked at his arm. This arm was just splashed by the blood mist formed by the ink cloud, and now there is a scarlet spot.

These spots are extremely strange in appearance, and at the same time contain a strange power.

"This spot..." Jian Wushuang's color changed slightly.

"That's the blood soul mark." The wine master's voice suddenly sounded.

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