Ning Xiaochuan had no choice but to use the power of the magic sword again, but roared loudly in his mouth: "Bei Ming Divine Art"

Ning Xiaochuan stretched out his palm to form a vortex

On the ground, the blood sword that was still condensing suddenly scattered, and the blood energy flew towards Ning Xiaochuan's palms, flowed into Ning Xiaochuan's pores, and absorbed into the magic sword.

The Beiming Divine Art has always been just a cover, and it is the method used by Ning Xiaochuan to conceal the magic sword.

But other warriors don't think so. They firmly believe that the Beiming magic weapon really exists. Ning Xiaochuan finally began to use this magical skill of heaven and earth.

The blood and energy on the ground flowed into Ning Xiaochuan's body crazily.

"Bang"

The blood sword that was about to condense and form was shattered directly and turned into Ning Xiaochuan's tonic.

Watching the blood rays flying into Ning Xiaochuan's body, Ming Yang's eyes were filled with despair, and a long roar came out of his mouth, and his body turned into a sword, and he hit Ning Xiaochuan with one sword.

"sucker Punch"

Ning Xiaochuan held the heavy sword in both hands and slashed it with one sword, breaking the protective sword aura on Mingyang's body. The sword edge brushed past his cheek, and the sword edge cut into his body, cutting off Mingyang's collarbone.

"puff"

Blood splattered Ning Xiaochuan's face.

Ning Xiaochuan was about to swing his sword again to kill the famous sheep and eliminate future troubles forever.

"Leave people under the sword"

A huge palm print flew down from above the sky, grabbed the famous sheep, and took it away.

Ning Xiaochuan's sword slashed the sky and slashed on the ground, leaving a sword mark dozens of meters long on the ground.
Chapter completed!