Chapter 1200 The Death of the Evil Cultivator

Whoosh…whoosh…whoosh…

Xiao Yi no longer condensed the flames, but came out with his sword.

In an instant, sword energy spread across a hundred meters radius.

The cold and sharp sword energy was densely packed and all hit the old man.

The old man did not hide or dodge, he just stared at Xiao Yi coldly.

Countless sword energies hit him, but they were all blocked by the layer of Yin Zhe aura surrounding his body.

If the power of the blood-devouring bead is not exhausted in a day, it will not be able to hurt him at all.

Xiao Yi had no choice but to make his last attempt.

This is also his last resort. If he can't use it up, he can only...

Xiao Yi thought like this, gritted his teeth, and waved the cold sword in his hand like a dance, continuously.

So far, Xiao Yi has used almost all the methods he can use, but he still can't do anything about the blood-devouring beads.

If this continues, he will only die.

But, in fact, he still has a trump card, which has always been the biggest trump card.

Not bad, Bingluan Sword.

It's just that the backlash would be too terrifying.

That extremely cold backlash was one of the few unbearable pains for him.

Of course, Xiao Yi doesn't care about this kind of pain.

What he cares about is the repeated backlash experiences in the past, which he remembers vividly.

After each backlash, the injuries sustained were almost impossible to heal with elixirs.

The meridians in the body are riddled with holes and are in a mess, and the mind is also severely damaged. He can only rely on cultivation to slowly recover.

Xiao Yi didn't have that time to get injured, and he didn't have that time to wait for the injury to heal.

Moreover, ancient evil weapons such as the Blood-devouring Bead are not to be taken lightly; I am afraid that even if I can destroy them and kill this old man, I will lose half of my life.

If it's more serious and your cultivation level declines, it's also possible that you've failed in your hard training and experience over the past six months.

If there was any other way, he would never use the Bingluan Sword.

But if there was really no other way, instead of running out of blood elixir power and waiting to die, he could only try his best.

Whoosh…whoosh…whoosh…whoosh…

The raging sword energy struck for an entire hour.

However, the old man remained unscathed.

There is not much power loss on the blood-devouring bead.

The power of blood contained in the blood-devouring beads frightened Xiao Yi.

However, the old man was also horrified.

"The sword energy has been flowing freely for such a long time, and the breath has not weakened at all." The old man stared at Xiao Yi in surprise.

"How can a person at the pinnacle of the Holy Realm have such amazing Yuan Power?"

Xiao Yi ignored the old man's shock and held the Leng Yan Sword tightly in his hand.

Then the figure flashed and struck straight at the old man.

"Blood World Slash." Xiao Yi shouted loudly and slashed with all his strength.

This will be his last strike, his last attempt.

If there is still no effect at all, you can only use Bingluan Sword.

Clang…

Blood surged on Leng Yan's sword. Just before approaching the old man, the sword's edge turned and struck the blood-devouring bead heavily.

"Still the same method?" The old man was unmoved and smiled coldly.

"It's useless. In at least half a day, your bloody murderous intent will be exhausted."

"At that time, it will be the time for me to take your life and escape from the trap. Jie Jie Jie Jie."

The cold laughter was full of pride, and there was an uncontrollable killing intent when looking at Xiao Yi.

The blood-devouring bead is still unscathed.

Xiao Yi's face showed a ruthless expression, and his mind was connected to the Bingluan Sword in his body.

This is his last resort.

However, just when he was about to condense the Bingluan Sword and mobilize the power inside...

Suddenly, a burst of light flashed on Leng Yan's sword.

"Huh?" Xiao Yi was surprised, "Sword Spirit?"

Leng Yan Sword, the sword keeps vibrating.

"You want to absorb these powers?" Xiao Yi's expression changed.

There is a sword spirit inside Leng Yan Sword, and Xiao Yi has known about it for a long time.

He remembered that he warned Sword Spirit.

He knew that the vibrations and flashes of light on the sword were because the sword spirit was asking for permission from his master.

"Suck it, suck it hard for me." Xiao Yi reacted instantly, showed joy on his face, and shouted loudly.

It was almost the moment Xiao Yi finished speaking.

The blade of Leng Yanjian stopped vibrating, but the light became more intense.

"Huh?" The old man who was originally unmoved, with disdain and murderous intent on his face, suddenly changed his expression.

"Absorbing the power in the blood-devouring bead?"

"Hmph, it's just a mid-grade holy weapon, you don't overestimate your capabilities."

The old man sneered, and with a thought, the blood-devouring bead glowed brightly.

The blood-devouring bead is controlled by him.

However, after more than ten seconds, the old man's expression changed drastically.

"How is it possible that the blood-devouring beads are no match for the absorption of a mere mid-grade holy weapon?" The old man's eyes were full of disbelief.

"Boy, get out of here." The old man finally took action for the first time.

Withered palms grabbed Xiao Yi hard.

Xiao Yi was not afraid, the sword energy in his hand condensed, and he pointed straightly.

The sword finger and the dry palm collided for an instant, but then became deadlocked, unable to do anything to each other.

"If there is no blood-devouring bead, I don't need to be afraid of you." Xiao Yi smiled disdainfully.

Xiao Yi held the sword in one hand, and the sword touched the blood-devouring bead; the sword finger in the other hand was in a stalemate with the old man's withered palm.

The confrontation between the two was going on like this, but for the first time, there was a winner.

It can be clearly seen that the light on the blood-devouring bead is constantly dimming, and the aura emitted is getting weaker and weaker.

On the Leng Yan sword, the light became stronger and the aura became more surging.

"How is it possible, how is it possible..." The old man looked like he was crazy.

The blood power that he had worked so hard to absorb, the essence and blood of countless monsters and human warriors, were actually quickly absorbed by others?

The breath between him and the blood-devouring bead was connected.

He could clearly feel the rapid loss of power in the blood-devouring bead, and even the energy in his body was constantly being lost.

"Impossible...impossible..." The old man could no longer keep calm.

Crazy Yuan Power kept erupting from his palm, trying to drive away Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi looked at it coldly, not afraid.

The sword energy in the sword finger firmly resisted the old man's energy.

The Leng Yan Sword in the other hand was 'obeying' Xiao Yi's order, ruthlessly absorbing the blood power in the blood-devouring bead.

Xiao Yi looked at the Leng Yanjian, which was shining brighter and brighter, with a look of surprise on his face.

The blood-devouring bead is indeed an ancient evil weapon, extremely powerful.

But Xiao Yi remembered that the Leng Yan Sword was also forged in the early days and was already a powerful thing that impressed thousands of swords in the sword domain.

Although I don’t know why such a powerful sword is only a middle-grade holy weapon.
To be continued...