Chapter 5674

It turned out to be a Western cultivator who rushed forward by the eyes of the Western emperor.

The western region cultivator is very tall, with high arms and wide hands.

It looks like a burst of power, an extraordinary greatness.

The tree glanced at him, making a slight mockery, "you see the Western emperor. The cultivator of your family has jumped out again for trial. "

"No, if you hang up again this time, don't look for us again." "Fu San smiled and then waved," actually, if you don't have that strength, you'd better not take that plate

"After all, there's only one life. If you lose it, there will be no life."

The monks of the western regions glared at him angrily and said in a cold voice, "don't worry. I won't lose! "

"I've never lost in my life."

The man was very confident. He stepped forward a few steps, stretched out his hands and took a deep breath. He grabbed the hilt of the sword and lifted it hard.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss." There was a burning sensation on the hilt, which made him slightly stiff.

"Sniff." This burning and hot feeling, once again up, seems to be a force toward his arm.

The man was frightened for a moment, and subconsciously he wanted to let go.

However, both hands are firmly attached to the hilt, at this time, they can't be loosened at all.

The eyes of the broken moon moved slightly, murmuring to themselves, "the sky? How could it be, this should be a sword of blood? "

When they heard what he said, they seemed to have been struck by lightning, and Qi Qi was shocked.

The southern imperial master suddenly realized and exclaimed, "yes, yes, it's a blood sword. It should be a blood sword."

Three thousand years ago, if there was such a sword, it would have been only this blood sword.

It's just that everyone thinks it's a legend, never associated with it.

Moreover, the stone tablet is engraved with the word "Yunxiao". Who knows that the sword of kengda is actually a blood sword.

It sucks blood so much. This is a sword worthy of the name, bloodthirsty as life.

Speaking Kung Fu, in front of him, the western region cultivator had been absorbed most of his blood by the blood sword. At this time, he hit the ground like a dead bone.

Originally, the tall figure of the great bank seemed to be covered with a layer of skin on a dead bone.

It's scary that the skin is weak.

Everyone was so scared that they went back several steps.

Terrible!

If so, it would be like a sword from hell.

Whoever takes it burns his hands.

Who wants who lives.

The western imperial master and his party finally learned how to behave and stepped back several times.

Baby Mo blinks. "What are they doing?"

The arbor didn't have any expression ups and downs. "They are afraid of this sword."

"What can I be afraid of? This sword is so beautiful. I like it very much."

"Beautiful is beautiful, but it can hurt people."

"How is it possible? It's very good, mother. If you don't believe me, I'll show it to you. " Mo Baobao jumps up a few steps and runs to the stone tablet.

The southern imperial master put out his hand to cover his mouth in fear and said in a shrill voice, "kid, that's not a fun toy. It's a sword for human life. You can't lift it. "

"Yes, children, the two adults in front of us lost their lives on the spot. Do you want to follow them? "

Mo Baobao turned to look at the people who were shouting at him in the air. "Don't talk nonsense."

"How can I be hurt by it? It's very good."