Chapter 1752 The Sky Rift Valley spans central and southern China, and the sword is held and ascends to the immortal step by step

"Brother Xiao Shou, Li Jiancheng is only one last step away... Blood Sacrifice!"

The black rainbow penetrated the sun, Cao Erzhu stopped his surging emotions and shouted hard in the air.

Hidden suffering!

Of course, Xu Xiaoshou knew that the suffering that came was hidden.

He also knew that Cao Erzhu actually completed several days earlier than him.

And with the seal stone pressing the Zangku Sword Spirit at this moment, what I waited for was the blood sacrifice when I handed over the sword.

only……

"What blood sacrifice is used?"

Xu Xiaoshou would not know anything about building tools.

But if you know a little bit, it is obvious that he will not have the best judgment on the words of the second pillar at this moment.

Body blood, spiritual blood?

Or is the fingertip blood from other designated parts, and the palm of your heart?

There are many kinds of blood, and of course there are many kinds of blood sacrifice. Xu Xiaoshou can't tell which one is better and which one is worse.

Cao Erzhu shook his head slightly in response to this:

"Sword, I will tell you."

Ying--

Sword, here it comes!

The suffering of the sky swept away, slashing through the sky, drawing out the hidden pain of the black rainbow, galloping outside the sky for a while, and after singing joy, I only remembered the important things.

The hilt of the sword is spinning.

The sword tip reverses.

Hidden suffering brings a fierce light of fire and swept quickly from under the sky.

"Boom boom boom..."

The void sounded and burst into flames.

The thrust that came from the extremely fast seemed not a sword, but a super large meteorite.

"Wait, why is this scene a little familiar?"

Xu Xiaoshou was in a daze for a moment, as if he had seen the scene when he first realized the "reverse sword style" in the Ling Palace.

At that time, he was fighting against Qingteng. Tibetan Ku had inherent spirituality, but not high spirituality. In the end, a flash of spirit flashed. He threw the sword weapon away, and communicated with the sword holder and understood his thoughts.

When Xu Xiao was under control, Zang Kui Yi Jian Feixian came against the sky and pierced the Qing Teng to the heart.

That was the first time that the sword was psychic, and it was also the first time that I felt the pain of hiding and had a true self-awareness.

Later, when he practiced at night, Xu Xiaoshou realized it.

It seems that it is not achieved by the reverse sword style, but the characteristic of hiding pain, and the devouring master - the sword does not seem to be pierced at the green vine, but comes to him!

"Master Eater?"

The cause of the past, the result of today!

Xu Xiaoshou never thought that when the sword broke, he would still be unstoppable for the delusion of the devouring master when he was successful.

"Rebellious son!"

"Reverse Sword!"

"Dare you?"

The void grabs the sword, and hides suffering and is not obedient at all.

Xu Xiaoshou shouted erectly, but he was reluctant to let go of his suffering, just stabbing his chest.

It's too fast!

It is fast enough to exceed the speed of sound and penetrate time and space.

The moment before, it was far away in the sky, and suddenly it was adjacent to my chest in the blink of an eye.

Even so, Xu Xiaoshou's reaction speed was not in the period of the Linggong Palace. Although he was shocked, he could still avoid it if he wanted to avoid it.

But……

"Blood Sacrifice?"

The moment when the pain came, the pain came.

Only then did Xu Xiaoshou understand its usual urinary urethra and what he wanted to get.

"With my heart and blood, the pain is hidden?"

...

"Yeah—"

A sharp roar.

The episcoptic scene was shocked.

It can be seen by people in the five realms that Shouye suddenly changed from being alert to being embracing.

But that hidden suffering is really not human!

It didn't even hesitate for a moment, and stabbed Mr. Shou in the chest with lightning speed...

"heart!"

He roared drunk in the wind, his eyes full of disbelief.

He hid his pain and plunged into Master Shou's heart. He used so much force that he even staggered back and fell half a step.

——Semi-saint Pei Yuan, until his death, he did not let Master Su take a step back!

“What’s going on?”

"Blood Sacrifice, is this blood sacrifice method?"

"Didn't it sprinkle blood on the sword with its fingertips, calling for spirituality and making a contract?"

"This blood sacrifice is a big deal, too..."

Too primitive!

Too cruel!

It's too much for the sword-holder!

I was drunk in the wind for a while and was speechless.

The ancient sword cultivator is fragile, and only Master Su is the exception.

If everyone sacrifices this bloody way, the ancient sword cultivator who is already in decline will be even worse.

But their blood sacrifice method...

"It seems that it has miraculous effect?"

The image of the preaching mirror is enlarged and the suffering is hidden, and it can actually pierce the body of Suye. This is the most scary thing.

Finally, this sword was not affected by the power of his master. After piercing his heart, it penetrated the tip of the sword on his back and was still twisting excitedly.

It was like an old wolf who had been drinking the delicious food of lamb for many years and finally succeeded. It was whispering blood while wailing.

"Gurgling..."

"Gurgling..."

Very clear and translucent sound of thirsty blood.

Feng Zhongzui found the right angle and could see clearly that the blood in the heart of the master was pouring towards the body of the Zangku Sword.

"I'm really drinking blood!"

This is too exaggerated. Is Tibetan Ku a hippo? I am afraid that no one in the ancient sword cultivation world can provide such a water consumption.

The mysterious formation diagram of Shouye’s life was stepped on early.

Not only did his face not weak at all, but instead, as the blood flowed, the sword force that buried the bitterness and fed back into his body became even more rosy.

"Sword Thought!"

He was keenly observed in the wind.

As the blood and power were removed, there was a faint silvery luster, which was the sword thought.

Shouye’s sword-watching technique, the transformation after the first grade of suffering...

The name of the Lord, the name of the suffering...
To be continued...