Chapter 1201 Powerful Sword Cultivator

boom…

A violent explosion ravaged the entire monster forest in an instant.

Wait until the explosion goes down.

A radius of dozens of miles has been razed to the ground.

The ground had been scraped off dozens of layers.

From a distance, this area of ​​several dozen miles looks like a huge pothole.

But there was nothing in the pit.

The only thing left is a young man with a sword in the center.

"Pfft." Xiao Yi spat out a mouthful of blood and still stood where he was.

Normally, such a terrifying self-destruction would have sent him flying for dozens of miles.

However, the Lengyan sword in his hand was tightly adsorbing the blood-devouring bead.

And his hand seemed to be tightly absorbed by the Leng Yan Sword.

Therefore, the explosion just now did not blow him away, but it also made him face the terrifying self-destruction.

The clothes on his body were in tatters.

He was covered in skin and flesh, most of which was cracked.

This was because he reacted extremely quickly. The moment the old man exploded, he quickly exploded his energy, and four powerful flames instantly protected him.

The four powerful flames blocked most of the self-destruction power.

Otherwise, he might be dead by now.

But even so, his injuries are still extremely serious.

On both arms, the flesh was cracked to the bone, and on the chest, there was a nearly pierced wound, with blood flowing freely.

If such an injury is not treated in time, there will still be a risk of life.

It's just that he can't get away at all now.

"Uh." Xiao Yi gritted his teeth. The severe pain all over his body made him extremely uncomfortable.

The arm that originally contained sword energy could no longer hang down.

The other hand holding the sword, if it wasn't holding the Leng Yan Sword, would have been hanging down by now.

He was so seriously injured that he didn't even have the strength to lift his arms or take steps.

It is remarkable that he survived the self-destruction of a crazy martial arts king in the face of it.

As for his inability to escape, the Leng Yan Sword is still tightly adsorbing the blood-devouring bead.

The light on the Leng Yan sword was so strong that Xiao Yi could even feel the joy of the sword spirit inside the sword.

It proves that Leng Yanjian is absorbing the joy.

Xiao Yi couldn't sheath his sword even if he wanted to. Of course, he didn't have the strength either.

"Breathe faster." Xiao Yi shouted weakly.

Afterwards, he planned to mobilize his internal energy to temporarily suppress the injuries and warm up his body.

But he found that an inexplicable cold force completely filled his body.

In the Leng Yan Sword, a force was transmitted into his body through his arm.

That is the power of blood in the blood-devouring bead.

At this time, part of this power was absorbed by Leng Yanjian; part of it entered his body, continuously strengthening his blood elixir.

"Damn it, you can absorb it yourself, you don't have to give it to me." Xiao Yi gritted his teeth and endured the pain, and exhaled.

Clang…

The blade of Leng Yanjian shook.

But the power of blood energy absorbed into Xiao Yi's body has not weakened at all.

It seems that in the eyes of the sword spirit of Leng Yanjian, it has advantages and cannot forget its owner.

Gradually, the power of blood energy absorbed into the body not only did not weaken, but became more and more powerful.

The blood pill continues to grow, and the body is constantly being filled with the power of blood.

But it was also true that this blood force completely suppressed the movement of the small world in Xiao Yi's body.

If Xiao Yi was at his peak, he would naturally be able to suppress this power.

But now that he is seriously injured and has no strength to even raise his hand, what can be done?

"Absorb it faster." Xiao Yi could only say helplessly and feebly.

Then, the other hand that was unable to hang down forcefully flicked it, and a pill in the Qiankun Ring bounced up and fell accurately into the mouth.

The elixir entered his abdomen and turned into pure strength, temporarily alleviating some injuries.

For such a serious injury, elixir alone will have little effect.

You still have to use your own energy to cooperate.

"Huh." Xiao Yi breathed out slightly and waited.

…

At the same time, outside Tianling Forest.

A figure flew past in the air.

"Huh?" The figure frowned slightly and looked down.

"What an amazing cold breath, something evil is born?"

The figure muttered to itself, and the elegant figure fell slowly.

"Array?" The figure fell over the forest, but was stopped by the formation.

The entire forest has long been blocked by the formations set up by the deputy master of Tianji Hall and a group of formation mages.

"Broken." The figure whispered.

A sword energy condensed in his hand, and he clicked lightly.

Poof... the moment the sword energy fell, the formation instantly collapsed.

The formation formed by the deputy master of Tianji Hall and thousands of formation mages were actually broken with a wave of his hand.

Moreover, the person who came was obviously a swordsman.

Looking at the realm, there are only a handful of people who have such ability and are swordsmen.

The formation was broken, and the figure floated down.

"Huh? Blood-devouring bead?" The moment the figure fell, he immediately noticed the source of the overwhelming cold aura, and recognized the blood-devouring bead at a glance.

The next second, the figure looked at Xiao Yi who was beside the blood-devouring bead.

Xiao Yi also felt something and looked at the person coming.

Almost as soon as he looked at the person coming, Xiao Yi's expression changed.

The person who came was a middle-aged man. He had an extraordinary and elegant temperament, but he had a pair of sharp and shocking eyes.

Xiao Yi just looked at that gaze, and he was already horrified.

He couldn't sense the person's strength at all.

In his perception, this person's aura was like the strong wind above the clouds, extremely high, cold and biting.

This person's aura is like an endless abyss, unfathomable.

But this person's eyes are like a sharp sword that can soar into the sky, reach the clouds and sky, and reach straight into the abyss. Nothing can stop it.

"What a powerful swordsman." Xiao Yi was horrified.

At this time, the visitor frowned and looked at Xiao Yi, "Absorbing the power of the blood-devouring beads?"

"I have long heard that there are evil cultivators in the Sifang Territory who are doing evil things and bloodbathing the city. They are so weird and sinister. I didn't expect to be so young."

After the visitor finished speaking, he shook his head, condensed a sword energy in his hand, and struck down hard.

"You..." Xiao Yi's pupils shrank and his face suddenly turned cold.

"Huh?" The visitor suddenly hummed, and the falling sword energy stopped.

"You have the aura of my Black Cloud Academy's archives on you. Are you a disciple of my Black Cloud Academy?"

"I..." Xiao Yi felt weak and wanted to say something.

"Asshole." The middle-aged man shouted coldly, "Although everyone thinks that our Black Cloud School is a tyrannical place, we can't really distinguish between black and white."
To be continued...