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The Eighth Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Six The God of Killing in the Sword(2/2)

Chu Yang was caught off guard, and even if he was on guard, it was useless. The gap between the two was too far. When Yan Rushan went all out, his breath had exceeded Chu Yang's limit. Chu Yang had reached Yan Rushan's limit in an instant.

before.

Yan Rushan exhaled suddenly.

The white light in his mouth trembled, and the air turned into needles, pricking the tips of Chu Yang's ten fingers.

Before Chu Yang could feel the pain, ten drops of blood quickly flew out of his body.

At this moment, Wang Dao's blood burst once again!

Yan Rushan let out a long roar, and the ten drops of Chu Yang's blood dripped from Wang Dao's head and quickly integrated into Wang Dao's body.

An awe-inspiring sword energy suddenly flashed out, spiraling out of Wang Dao's body!

A strange pattern appeared out of thin air on top of Wang Dao's head, and then turned into a big net and suddenly covered it.

The blood mist sprayed from Wang Dao's body was actually caught by this net that was born out of thin air, and was tightly tied to Wang Dao's body. It disappeared immediately, and the blood mist also flowed back again!

The sword energy circled Wang Dao's arms for a full week, and finally fell back into his dantian.

At the same time, an unspeakable and obscure aura suddenly rose up, which was the aura of breakthrough.

Chu Yang knew it very well.

Waves of breakthrough auras continued to burst out.

After a moment, the martial disciple turned directly to the martial arts master; and then with a sudden explosion, he reached the martial arts master. Then he rose steadily...the martial master, the martial king...then the sword energy circled violently, and the king's sword let out a painful groan.

The sword shines brightly!

King of Swords!

Then he rose again step by step... Sword King... Sword Saint, Sword Supreme... Third Rank... Fifth Rank...

Chu Yang was dumbfounded.

Such an upgrade and such speed are truly unseen and unheard of.

There was an explosion of breath.

Wang Dao spit out a purple-black blood clot from his throat, and then he vomited wildly. Pieces of blood similar to blood clots were spat out and fell to the ground with bang bang bang. Muscles exploded one after another on his body.

But there is a saying like a mountain, use tyrannical cultivation to control the body's repair, over and over again, and always make the body intact.

This is exactly how and where the rules apply!


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