Chapter 1020

"Boy, you're completely irritating me!" Blood ran low voice low growl, like a wild animal.

Feng Yixiu was still relaxed. His right hand was slowly placed on the handle of chaos magic sword. He said in a cold voice, "what if you are irritated? An angry ant can't kill a lion

"You..." Blood ran angry want to rush forward, but reason let him calm down.

His eyes slowly looked at Feng Yixiu's right hand, as if he were always paying attention to whether Feng Yixiu drew his sword.

Feng Yixiu saw that the other side's eyes were always on his right hand and said with a laugh: "what? I haven't drawn my sword yet? Do you need to be so nervous? "

"Don't think I don't know the power of chaos magic sword. As long as I close my eyes and avoid eye contact with chaos devil's eyes at the moment of drawing your sword, your chaotic effect will not work on me!" Blood ran a face complacent way.

Hearing the speech, Feng Yixiu was also stunned. He was also the first to hear his own chaotic magic sword's solution.

In my heart, I also feel very strange. It seems that although Xue Ran is dismissive of himself, he must have done a comprehensive investigation on himself in private.

Otherwise, it is absolutely impossible to know how to solve the chaos magic sword. This is a secret that I have never known. It seems that the intelligence system of the royal family of dansha empire is indeed powerful.

The wind also made a gesture of pulling out the sword with a smile. Xue ran was scared to close his eyes to avoid the curse of the chaotic evil eye.

"Your eyes are closed. How can you fight with me?" I can't help but feel a little funny about the wind.

Although the other party has mastered the method to crack the chaos magic sword, it can still greatly limit the other party's strength. If a person does not have the eye help, the strength can say that will drop several times!

"It's not something you need to worry about. You don't want me to be fooled. Open your eyes and you can't use your eyesight!" Blood ran a face arrogant response way.

Feng also feels his nose with a smile and thinks that since the other party wants to die, he can't blame himself.

So the body slowly began to sink, and his right hand gently grasped the handle of chaos magic sword, drew the sword back to his waist, and made a dynamic movement.

Xue Ran's hearing is really extraordinary. He sees his ears move gently, and then he judges the direction of wind repair. The ghost grave knife in his hand splits vertically from bottom to top.

"Ghost shadow, eight times of beheading!"

Ghost tomb illusion and xueran's movements are synchronized. Since eight green wind swords have been cut out under one knife, each has a terrible blade awn of nearly 10 meters.

The eight awns form a fan-shaped attack range, which is so powerful that it leaves a nearly one meter deep knife mark in the hard arena.

Feng Yixiu is indifferent and looks at eight Dao mang attacking him, but his feet are still not moving half a step, and his body is like a benchmark.

If it had been put in front of him, maybe fengyixiu would have chosen to avoid his sharpness, but now these eight Dao awns are not worth mentioning at all!

Compared with the power of meteorites, the eight wind blades are just like the difference between the firefly and the bright moon. They are not comparable at all.

Feng Yixiu's eyes are cold and sharp. The whole person enters into the sword meaning of extremely ghost swordsmanship. Suddenly, the world centered on him has changed dramatically. The land under his feet has gradually become colorless, and the scope is still expanding.

Before the sword came out, the fierce sword spirit could not be restrained, and it was like a runaway wild horse.

The wind also trims the individual, just like a sword standing proud in the sky. If it does not scabbard, it will pierce the sky!

However, Xue ran knew nothing about it, because he always closed his eyes and didn't notice the change of the situation.

Even those who didn't know swordsmanship, the audience could see at a glance that Feng Yixiu's swordsmanship had the power of losing its color in the world, and all the nervous hearts were raised to the throat.

Even many people regardless of the rules of the game, to remind blood ran to avoid, but were ignored by blood ran.

Until a familiar voice let him cause attention, the speaker is his father blood Marquis!

"Son! Get out of the way, get out of the way The voice of the Marquis of blood tore his heart and lungs. He seemed to have seen the end of his son.

However, the bloody border is arranged by the king of sin. Even if he wants to cancel the border, it will take a lot of time, and there is no way for him to do so.

Blood ran heard his father tearing heart crack lung cry, this just slowly opened his eyes, suddenly the whole person completely confused.

At the moment, wind Yixiu seems to be the master of this piece of heaven and earth. Even the blood clouds in the sky are constantly revolving around him, and an inexplicable fear can't help but rush into my heart.

"Pull out the sword, chop the sky!"

Feng Yixiu finally moved, but the speed was too fast. Xueran only saw a purple sword flash, and then a slender round moon shaped sword spread rapidly.

Xueran is proud of the eight blade awn in front of the wind also repair the full moon sword Qi, just like a very fast blade across the bean curd, eight wind blade awn instant rout, the full moon sword has never stopped!Looking at the fast approaching full moon sword Qi, Xue Ran has no time to escape. He can only subconsciously block himself in front of him with the ghost grave knife in his hand, trying to block the slender sword Qi.

However, all this was in vain. The full moon sword passed through the ghost tomb knife effortlessly, then easily penetrated xueran's body, and finally directly hit the bloody border.

"Boom

The bloody boundary disappears in an instant, and the full moon sword Qi tends to disappear into nothingness.

The audience with slightly lower seats were almost scared to urinate just now. If even the bloody border could not block the terrible sword spirit, they would be killed!

"Dang!"

The chaotic magic sword of fengyixiu returns to its scabbard and makes a pleasant sound.

All of a sudden, the whole arena was calm, and the colorless circle and vertical and horizontal sword Qi were slowly dissipated.

"Dang!"

It is a clear sound of gold and stone impact, see blood ran hand to resist the ghost grave knife fell a section on the ground.

Blood ran slowly spilled blood from the corner of his mouth. He slowly raised his head and looked at the wind. He asked with all his strength: "can you tell me what the sword technique is?"

Feng Yixiu's face was indifferent, and he wrote: "extremely ghost swordsmanship, pulling out the sword and chopping the sky!"

"Extremely ghost swordsmanship? This is really the sword technique of heaven and man... " Blood ran's voice became smaller and smaller.

"I was wrong from the beginning to the end. It turns out that you are a hidden master of swordsmanship. Compared with you, my ghost tomb Sabre technique is a joke. Even the master's Sabre skill is not as good as 12 / 10. I'm sorry to die if you accept it..."

As he said that, his voice gradually lowered, eyelids began to drop, a small blood line appeared in the whole waist, and a large amount of blood began to gush out violently, and the upper and lower body began to separate slowly.

Feng Yixiu's sword not only cut off xueran's knife awn and ghost tomb knife, but also cut his waist into two pieces. Being able to say two words has already supported him in his heart.

The famous genius of dansha Empire and one of the eight sages, xueran, the emperor of Xiaodao, was killed!

With the fall of xueran, the entire arena fell into silence for a long time, not only the audience, but also the people on the VIP seat.

No one thought that the battle of life and death, which seemed to have no suspense, would be the result of today's battle. Fengyixiu's swordsmanship has such a terrifying power that the great swordsman has not even caught a move!

If Xue ran didn't close his eyes, he might still have a chance to survive, but it's a pity that the chaos magic sword is so overbearing that he has to close his eyes and miss the best chance to escape.

"Dead My son is really dead... " The whole figure of the Marquis of blood was suddenly old and over ten years old. He was paralyzed in despair on his seat, and his face was full of words that he could not love.