Luo Chen’s face flashed with a ruthless expression, biting his tongue tip.
Splash!
A mouthful of Blood Essence was spilled onto the Yuan Tu Sword.
If you like my blood, then drink to your fill!
At this mont, Luo Chen cared not for the preciousness of Blood Essence, hoping to awaken the Yuan Tu Sword Spirit.
With the replenishnt of Blood Essence, the Yuan Tu Sword rang with clarity.
A sar of red light suddenly erged, and an unparalleled aura of blood instantly spread in all directions.
Hazy wails of Divine Transformation Great Power’s tragic death seed to reverberate within.
During a fierce battle, do such self-damaging acts?
Huang Man and Bi Zheng exchanged a glance, realizing that the opponent was making a desperate fight.
"Act together!"
"Do not give him any breathing space!"
Two figures suddenly blasted forward.
A black curved sword and a coarse stone stick simultaneously attacked.
While frantically retreating, Luo Chen felt the bloodthirsty aura coming from the sword in his hand.
The third seal had been temporarily broken by his Blood Essence.
The Yuan Tu Sword Spirit was awakening!
Facing the successive attacks, Luo Chen ford a seal with one hand, channeling Qi Power.
Fire Phoenix shrieked, whirling out.
Fla Dragon Birth roared to annihilate.
But these were rely mortal moves, not enough to withstand a strike from a Great Cultivator even at their peak.
Moreover, they were hastily perford?
Only slightly delaying for a mont, the Fire Phoenix wailed and dissipated, the Fla Dragon utterly smashed by the coarse stone stick.
Right when the curved sword transford again and the coarse stone stick was about to strike.
Luo Chen gripped the large sword hilt with both hands, slicing across the air.
Boom!
Terrifying Mana Fluctuation twisted the void, splitting the earth terrifyingly.
The unsealed Yuan Tu Sword had such power?
The pupils of the two Great Demon Emperors contracted, realizing sothing dreadful had been released.
Luo Chen fluttered back like a kite with a broken string.
The ridians within him dried for a mont.
He hadn’t expected the Yuan Tu Sword Spirit to absorb Qi Power so fearfully after awakening.
The Nascent Soul tried to output Qi Power again, but it was sowhat too late.
Luo Chen took out a wine jar, smashed it, and opened his mouth to swallow.
Vast amounts of Golden Wind Jade Dew flowed into his body through the open mouth.
With Spirit Qi replenishnt, the void feeling within Luo Chen vanished instantly.
Seeing the two closing in relentlessly, Luo Chen knew that continuing this way, even with Yuan Tu’s advantage, would wear him down.
The opponents wanted a quick victory, as did he?
With a thought, Luo Chen stepped Moon Step, maneuvering in the void, then exploded towards Bi Zheng.
He needed to find a breakthrough!
Facing Luo Chen’s charge, Bi Zheng smiled instead of getting angry.
"Courting death!"
Thousands of blade lights fused suddenly.
With a black curved sword in hand, a crescent moon erged behind him.
The crescent moon rged into the sword, slicing out!
Luo Chen similarly swung his sword.
Blade and sword clashed again.
Clang!
To Bi Zheng’s astonishnt, his natal Magic Item, painstakingly refined for hundreds of years, had a breach.
Magic Item backlash caused him to pause for a mont.
At this mont, Luo Chen patted his abdon.
The previously withdrawn Primordial Chaos Tripod reappeared, fluttering above.
Bang!
Suddenly, a huge stone stick smashed down.
Clearly, Huang Man wouldn’t give Luo Chen the chance to solely break through Bi Zheng, the attack never ceased.
Moreover, this ti was different from before.
Black King roared again to intercept the stone stick, but a sturdy yellow light heavy imbued in the stick impacted him greatly.
"Master, be careful..."
Before Black King finished his sentence, terrifying power transmitted to Luo Chen.
Knocking him to the ground once more.
This ti, Luo Chen fell into a raging Great River, blood gushed, washed by water, appearing extrely battered.
However, he didn’t stop at all, pointing towards the Primordial Chaos Tripod in the sky.
Crack!
An arc of electricity flickered swiftly.
Just as Huang Man and Bi Zheng were about to strike again, they paused.
Looking up, more black arcs began spreading from the Small Tripod.
Dark clouds frantically gathered, the world beca incredibly gloomy.
Strands of electric light crisscrossed, sketching continuously.
Vaguely, as if a creature was about to erge from the dark clouds.
And this familiar scene was unmistakable to any Cultivator advancing to the Nascent Soul Level.
Two voices simultaneously exclaid.
"Heavenly Tribulation!"
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