Douba's Strongest Master System

Chapter 64
Tick, tick, tick tock!
The sword master brought the sword wind and fought the most powerful monster above the nine heavens.

The most powerful demon thought that the victory was in hand, and it was suppressed by the Coiling Dragon Killing Formation. It only needed to sacrifice the blood of the living beings and pollute the flowers in the lower reaches of the long river of time. Sheng, ascend to the sky in this era of no emperors, and prove the Way to perfection!
but!

The empty rain of blood is coming, but this is not the blood of the souls that have been sacrificed...

It is the descendant of the blood of the holy dragon, who was cut off from the blood!

Bloody storm!
It is the word that best reflects the current scene.

A few hundred meters away, the bluestone Shinto Dao was dyed red by the rain of blood, and several surviving big demons were dyed red all over their faces.

but!

This could not hide the paleness of their faces.

They don't move anymore!Can't move anymore!Don't dare to move!

Because they have never seen such a powerful sword intent, yes, here, at this moment, what they are thinking silently in their hearts is the word never.

There may be a saint who raises his hand and suppresses it, even the peak of the semi-sacred may have such power.

But in terms of sword intent, it is unmatched!Unmatched!

The blood rain fell on the sword of Wuming Xianjian, making a crackling sound. The sword body was still crystal clear, without any blood stains. It was smooth, clean, and bright, like a mirror.

Reflected, a young and handsome, also pale cheeks.

Sword Intent is the monstrous sword Intent, and the sword is the nameless fairy sword, but Chen Qiye is only the first rank of Xiantai.

Half-step might be terrifying in this square inch of land, but in terms of Haotian Sword Intent and Wuming Immortal Sword, they are as weak as ants.

36-style Haotian Sword Art!

Sendai Tier [-] is just the threshold for entering Tier [-].

Supreme Haotian!How terrible is it?

It was only possible to cultivate the Sword Intent and Sword Art to this level, because when Chen Qiye released the 'Swing Sword Style', he clearly felt a sword Intent from a distance. This distance was the only adjective he could imagine.

The third form of Haotian Sword Art!

Broken mountains and rivers!
This style, he can't perform, only by stepping on the peak of Emperor Wu can perform!

When Emperor Wu is placed on the plane of Doubaqiong, he is Doudi!

Put it here, that is the powerful existence of Sendai Tier [-]: Semi-Saint!
That's what he was feeling right now.

From this sword intent, he felt absolute confidence, supreme sharpness, and... disdain, which is contempt for the universe.

"What kind of arrogant sword intent can this be! Ignore Zhou Tianhuanyu!"

Chen Qiye took a deep breath, he had already fallen to the ground, and he turned his sword upside down and stuck it on the ground, so that he could stand up straight while supporting his body.

"Chen Qiye..." A soft voice sounded behind him, and there was no icy coldness in that voice, and there was more concern and... worry!

Chen Qiye didn't look back, he didn't dare, his time was getting shorter and shorter, and he might have to leave this world soon.

He was also afraid, afraid that he would be reluctant to take another look at it.

The reason why people are called people is sometimes because of their complexity, and all kinds of complexities will quietly blend into their hearts, thoughts, spirits, and even souls.

However, there is no extra time for Chen Qiye to sort out the emotions in his heart.

Because the huge and terrifying dragon-shaped phantom took up half of the sky, and the other half of the sky was full of flowers, such as stepping lotus, blossoming flowers blooming around Xiaonannan.

Fragrance replaces the stench of the sky.

Gradually, everyone smelled this fragrance, and they raised their heads as if in a daze, their eyes focused on Panlong Mountain.

It was a ten-year-old girl fighting against the blood of a quasi emperor.

The blood rain stopped quickly, perhaps defeated by this fragrance.

However, the black and numb monsters moved again, and more monsters came towards the direction of Panlong Mountain. They roared in anger, and countless roars gathered together, like thunder. The flowers were overturned, if it wasn't for the condensed streamer still blooming, she might have been swallowed up.

"uncle……"

There seemed to be a tremor in Chen Qiye's soul. He braced himself and raised his eyes to look into the distant sky, in the midst of this turbulent and dense beast tide.

In the deafening roar, he seemed to hear the helpless cry of the little girl.

Chen Qiye licked his lower lip, with a fishy smell, astringent and sweet.

It should be the smell of fresh blood, and I don't know if it was left by the sea of ​​blood of the real dragon and the big demon, or it was overflowing from his throat.

"A hero?"

This is not bragging, more like a helpless self-deprecating.

When the corners of his lips lifted slightly, the system's lifting sound continued to sound.

"Ding! Tips..."

"Ding! Tips..."

"Going to be super overloaded!"

Not knowing the reason for Chen Qiye's roar, under everyone's astonished gaze, the pure white figure condensed Shenhua again, like a dao pattern and a cold light like a sword shadow.

However, the cracks visible to the naked eye were torn open on his cheeks, and the originally handsome and extraordinary face became hideous.

At this time, Chen Qiye stepped into the void again with the 'Nameless Immortal Sword' in his right hand. The sword was very sharp. He held the sword, and the whole person was like a sword.

The beast tide under Panlong Mountain instantly became silent.

Those angry roars disappeared.

The powerful monster let out a roaring roar, and the long howl crashed down from above the nine heavens, and the killing formation of the entire Panlong Mountain turned around, condensing the incomparable dragon shape into reality.

This is a giant dragon born in the starry sky, it has vast and unpredictable power!

This is the power of heaven and earth!

This is the power of the stars!

"What I changed, I took it upon myself. My elementary school teacher taught me to be brave! Be brave! Be brave! Punish evil and traitors..."

Chen Qiye smiled, and it seemed that he had returned to a certain day many years ago. He stood straight and his eyes were bright. My wish: I will become a superman when I grow up!

The mockery of those classmates was vivid in his eyes, and recklessly resounded in his ears.

He stepped into the void, facing the dragon shadow that made the vast stars tremble, and split the corners of his lips.

The nine vertebrae condensed and turned divine, and the divine power burst out one after another, and he pushed the last divine power to the limit.

Tens of thousands of years, even tens of thousands of years, hundreds of thousands of years, no one can directly face the blood essence of Zhundi at the first level of Xiantai.

This is a drop of blood that can smash mountains and rivers and destroy a world.

The 'Nameless Immortal Sword' went away flat in his hand. This three-footed Qingfeng carried endless decisiveness, just like Lu Junchu's sword. There was no back defense, only the courage to go forward.

Heaven and earth trembled suddenly.

It's as if space just stands still.

In their eyes, there was only a falling figure and a flying sword that dropped out of their hands.

"Did you make it?"

Chen Qiye's eyes swept over the little girl with nostalgia, and finally turned to the stunning white-clothed woman below. Her stubbornness was written all over her face. The blood-stained figure in the white robe is nothing else.

On the Coiling Dragon Killing Array, the dao patterns intersected brightly, condensed and solidified, and walked out of a terrifying creature with horns on its head and covered in scales, like a god and demon that stunned the heavens in the dust!
He is indifferent and ruthless, without the slightest emotional fluctuations, and when he appears, he blooms with endless divine power and confronts the nameless fairy sword.

"That's... the blood essence of the emperor!"

As soon as he raised his hand, it was no different from opening up the world. Even the emperor's prestige that bloomed from the nameless fairy sword all fell down, a blur.

It can be clearly seen that there are large black rifts in the sky, that is, the mighty power of this dimensional space has been smelted and become part of his source of power.

(End of this chapter)