I can see the blood bar, my purity is very high

The Blood Mark Patriarch stared at Lu Wenwu in the battle formation, feeling indescribable.

Hatred?

Anger?

Killing intent?

Fear?

Maybe a little bit of everything, maybe not too much of anything.

In fact, the Blood Mark Patriarch didn't know why he had such a huge killing intent towards Lu Wenwu, a demon from outside the territory who had descended.

Just like he didn't know where the innate hatred of the Armored People for the demon beasts came from.

It seemed that this was a natural disgust, an extreme desire to destroy all creatures except the Armored People.

The last time I heard that a demon from outside the territory had descended, that demon seemed to be called Skyfire?

Ha.

But the Skyfire Demon God must not be as powerful as the man who called himself Tyrannosaurus in front of him.

From the known history of the Armored People to the present, this is the first time that a demon from outside the territory has broken the limit of cultivation and reached the realm of the Demon God.

In the eyes of the Blood Mark Patriarch, Lu Wenwu is still the same as before.

With a chilling smile of excitement on his face, as if he had seen something great, he punched at the thousands of sword lights that shot out.

Each of the sword lights, which were enough to penetrate the body of a Yuanying cultivator, seemed as fragile as a dead branch in front of him.

Whether it was the sword light itself, the sword energy wrapped around the sword light, or the various sword intentions contained in the sword light, they would only ruthlessly break when they hit him.

It was like a spear carved from marble piercing a solid tower shield, breaking cleanly and neatly, and it was simply unable to achieve the expected lethality!

What made the Blood Pattern Ancestor feel anxious and angry was that Lu Wenwu only had one move from beginning to end.

Punch!

Punch!

Punch again!

Smash everything in front of you!

After a long time of attack, the Blood Pattern Ancestor's face gradually became a little ferocious.

In terms of spiritual power accumulation, I admit that the foreign demons have a unique advantage.

Our world is small and spiritual energy is not abundant. Those who can break the mirror are all outstanding people. They can only step into the highest realm possible with the weakest foundation.

But we form a big formation, and our spiritual power is shared, which is not inferior to your accumulation!

In terms of divine consciousness, I am unable to improve my cultivation and work day and night just to make my divine consciousness more solid and powerful.

In terms of magic tools, our Jiaren tribe has a unique advantage. We are natural masters of refining tools and have specialized in this for tens of thousands of years!

In terms of formations, our Jiaren tribe is one thousand people. The connection of blood and spiritual power allows us to maximize the advantages of unity, which is enough to be stronger than you who fight alone.

In terms of fighting will and fighting thinking, our Jiaren tribe is a natural fighting tribe. We fight with monsters every day and never stop. We have the essence of fighting and killing talents that have been passed down for tens of thousands of years.

We, the Jiaren race, were born to fight and kill. How could we be inferior to you, a foreign demon who only knows how to endure the pain of physical strength and blood inheritance techniques!

"I, Jia Wulie, will lead you to become the first Jiaren cultivator to kill a foreign demon in the God Transformation Stage with a sword today!"

The Blood Mark Patriarch shouted loudly, and the second life magic weapon flew out of his dantian.

A flying sword shining with a blue-white color.

The flying sword was wrapped in raging fire. After flying out of the dantian, it swelled in the wind and turned into a super giant sword dozens of feet long in an instant.

The hundreds of flying swords that formed the sword formation seemed to have found the backbone. They quickly dispersed the sword formation as if accompanying the military leader, and turned into a bird-like appearance, circling around the blue-white giant sword.

Hundreds of flying swords burst out with crisp sword sounds at the same time, and the sword energy penetrated the sky and the earth!

"Everyone, witness this day!"

"Big Wind and Cloud Blood Sword!"

The shadow of the battle reflected the old face of the Blood Pattern Ancestor, who was full of fighting spirit. This was the first time that Lu Wenwu saw the other person's face clearly.

The next moment, countless blood-colored threads suddenly appeared on the entire battle shadow and the blue-white giant sword.

These threads condensed and formed at a rapid speed, forming a series of magnificent blood patterns.

One of the signature skills of the Blood Pattern Ancestor - the Big Wind and Cloud Blood Sword.

The wind comes from the dragon, and the cloud comes from the tiger.

The shadows of the dragon and tiger stained with a faint blood color slowly formed in the air, and the surrounding winds blew violently, and the clouds turned into tornadoes.

The Blood Pattern Ancestor spent almost the entire second half of his life to perfect this move.

In his expectation, he needed to be at least in the late stage of the transformation of the spirit, and the spiritual power reserve was at least ten times more than now, in order to perfectly control this move.

However, even if he had not yet reached the peak he expected, he did not think that Lu Wenwu could take it.

A demon beast that only knows how to refine its body, why?

Why can my sword skills, which I have refined for thousands of times, lose to your flesh?

On the Great Wind Cloud Blood Sword, the blood-colored lines suddenly lit up.

The wind-attributed sword intent that was pure to the extreme carried the killing intent and anger of countless armored cultivators, and was integrated into the blood and bones of the Blood Pattern Ancestor's life.

"Cut!"

The war shadow transformed by the Blood Pattern Ancestor put his hands together, and his right hand suddenly turned into a sword finger and stabbed forward.

The Great Wind Cloud Blood Sword immediately turned into a stream of light, shooting out at an incredible speed.

That was a speed that was extremely fast, a real lightning speed.

The wind whistled fiercely, and the blood cloud rolled up.

This flying sword, which was almost completely condensed by the sword intent, crossed thousands of meters in an instant and collided fiercely with Lu Wenwu's fist.

At that moment, the whole world was silent.

The speed of the two sides' fighting was countless times faster than the speed of sound, and the aftermath of the collision was the same.

The Overlord Fist released light and heat like the sun, bringing Lu Wenwu's indestructible will and extremely strong body to smash out, and he was in a stalemate with the Blood Pattern Ancestor's Da Fengyun Blood Sword for a moment, and the large light pattern and impact were completely gone. Release without reservation.

"boom!"

The violent sound resounded throughout the world, and even the distant wall of Zhennan City was crumbling under the aftermath of this blow. Large chunks of almost indestructible bricks and stones collapsed and fell under the blessing of the formation.

The ground seemed to have been plowed once. There was not even a hint of green within a radius of more than ten miles, and not even an inch of grass grew!

Under the splash of the shattered sword intent, not to mention the plants, even the ground was wiped away!

Sword marks are crisscrossed on the super-flat open space created by the impact. Just the escape of the breath is enough to severely injure or even kill low-level practitioners.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the Da Fengyun Blood Sword, which had condensed the blood of the Blood Pattern Ancestor all his life, was smashed to pieces by Lu Wenwu with a punch, and returned to its original three-foot blue-white body, with a faint crack appearing.

Nearly half of the flying swords flying in a spiral around it were directly smashed into scrap metal by Lu Wenwu's punch just now, and many monks connected to his mind spurted blood.

Because the magic weapon of his life was broken, he lost his fighting ability and was forced to withdraw from the battle.

Even the surviving flying swords are rarely in perfect condition. Most of them have melted in different colors due to the blazing high temperature, and the complexions of their respective owners are not very healthy.

There was even a slight crack on the Blood Pattern Ancestor's natal flying sword.

It was punched out by Lu Wenwu.

It is difficult to criticize the practice of using a dexterous weapon like a sword to challenge a strong man like Lu Wenwu who focuses on frontal attacks.

Maybe it was out of self-confidence, or out of contempt for Lu Wenwu's physical strength.

Who knows?

"This is impossible!"

The Blood Pattern Ancestor roared like crazy, bit the tip of his tongue and spit out a mouthful of blood.

This mouthful of blood and essence dispersed instantly after being sprayed out, directly blending into the blood lines of the life armor.

In an instant, the blood lines on his body began to twist, squirm, and expand as if they were alive.

In less than half a breath, the blood pattern ancestor's original golden armor had completely turned into blood, and the entire battle shadow was as bright red as blood, almost flowing with hot and sticky plasma.

Refined with his own essence and blood, and the wind assisting the fire, the green-white flying sword that restored its original form was even more dangerous than the one it exuded just now.

The flying sword turned in the air, its blue and white colors surged, and it stabbed Lu Wenwu's head again like a spiral.

"Sure enough, even now, I still really want to have a flying sword of my own."

Lu Wenwu looked at the sharp magic weapon that was stabbing him, and murmured, with strong envy in his eyes.

The speed of the flying sword was still as fast as lightning. In an instant, it had turned around and was approaching rapidly in his direction.

At this moment, the aura exuding from Lu Wenwu's body suddenly surged, and an evil aura that seemed to be able to distort anyone's mind spread continuously.

It rises and burns with a two-color flame that is completely different from before.

Wherever the flames passed, pieces of black-purple dragon scales condensed one after another, and the edges were outlined by glorious battle patterns to form a magnificent golden rim.

"This is...really handsome"

The spiral-shaped ferocious dragon horns released green evil flames, and the surging evil energy dispersed together with the terrifying evil energy like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, covering the originally clear blue sky into a gloomy black.

Lu Wenwu·Magic Dragon Form!

Raise your hand.

Accumulate strength.

One punch!

It was still the military killing punch that he had used when they first met.

But this time, the seemingly ordinary military killing fist seemed to be completely liberated, and its power was increased many times than before!

This is a direct evolution from basic attack to ultimate move!

In the Demonic Dragon state where the true dragon combat body and the abyss descend were activated at the same time, everything about Lu Wenwu seemed to be completely liberated.

Even if he were thrown directly into the endless abyss, no demon would dare to say that he was a human being.

This is simply more evil than the devil!

This is an abyss dragon wearing human skin!

The collision of fists and swords.

The scene is so familiar, but the results are completely different.

The menacing blue-white flying sword began to shatter inch by inch from the tip of the sword, and was completely shattered by the military killing fist.

When the power of Lu Wenwu's punch finally stretched to the extreme, the last piece of the blue-white flying sword finally shattered completely, falling to the ground like a pile of broken ice, burning with flames.

Blood spurted out from the mouth of the Blood Pattern Ancestor, and the momentum that seemed to be about to kill Lu Wenwu with one sword suddenly came to an end.

Even the previously powerful and arrogant Zhanying was defeated in an instant, completely disintegrated and dissipated.

Lu Wenwu's punch just now not only completely destroyed all the natal magic weapons released by the Jia Human monks, but also completely drained the little spiritual power left in the bodies of these Nascent Soul and Golden Core monks!

Their spiritual power accumulation is much weaker than that of monks at the same level.

Now meeting a monster like Lu Wenwu with unlimited battery life is like a mouse meeting a cat.

Coupled with the continuous outbursts of the pure dragon power that conquered the world, it almost completely overwhelmed their will to fight.

In the eyes of the armored monks, the fighting spirit was rapidly fading.

Instead there was fear.

Extreme fear.

It was like seeing some kind of natural enemy!

Fear had completely occupied their brains, and there was no room for anything else.

Even the Jiaren cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage trembled like little chickens in front of Lu Wenwu, their legs so weak that they couldn't even stand up!

The blood vein ancestor's eyes were bloodshot, and a faint blood mist hung on the light golden armor.

He looked at Lu Wenwu with a strong look of disbelief.

Could this be the opponent's true strength?

A genuine late-stage spirit transformation demon god! ?

This blood evil aura that has almost condensed into substance, this green power that is so rich that it can distort the minds of low-level cultivators, and the fear that has never been felt before but is deeply buried in the blood

This is the real dragon mentioned in the historical records of the Jiaren!

The natural ruling race in the huge and mixed group of demon beasts, the uncrowned king of the entire demon race!

This is... the power of the real dragon?

If the Blood Mark Patriarch was terrified and the Armored Clan cultivators were horrified, then the Gray Wolf, Wolf King Xiaoqing and Tiger King Xiaohong, who had surrendered long ago, were ecstatic at this moment.

It was an ecstasy that almost made them dizzy with joy.

The two brothers hugged each other, crying and laughing, and their mouths kept making inhuman excited howls.

The first prize was unexpectedly drawn!

This is the pure blood of the True Dragon, this is the demon god of the True Dragon clan!

The peerless demon in the late stage of the God Transformation!

In the world of immortal cultivation, this is almost a foregone conclusion that the peak demon god is destined to ascend, and even the True God Transformation of the human race dare not offend him easily.

Legend has it that the True Dragon clan all live in the Dragon Palace in the deep sea, living in seclusion and rarely moving outside.

Most of the active dragons in the world of immortal cultivation are dragons transformed from fish or snakes.

The blood purified by atavism is mixed and not pure, and does not have the heaven-defying strength of the True Dragon clan.

Under normal circumstances, where would there be a chance to follow such a strong man?

There is no shadow of a real dragon!

The thigh that I had clung to without hesitation and gave up my dignity and hatred was too thick!

As for the revenge of my brother king?

In front of the opportunity of ascending, it was nothing.

Who is Qingmu Demon King?

I really don't know him.

As a group of monsters that appeared in a multi-race alliance, whoever has the bigger fist has always been the boss.

It's just a group for warmth.

In the world view of monsters, this practice is not shameful.

Not to mention monsters, even among ordinary wild beasts, the old lion king and wolf king were defeated by young and strong beasts, and they either died on the spot or were expelled from the group and dragged their disabled bodies to fend for themselves.

The rest of the members of the group will change their flags at the speed of light and support the new king.

The strong prey on the weak, the winner takes all, whoever has the bigger fist is right, whoever can fight is the boss.

This is the law followed by monsters.