My eight sisters are the only ones who dote on me, and they are all crazy about supporting their you

"presumptuous!"

Lan Tu couldn't stand the ridicule, especially from a Nascent Soul cultivator who usually had to bow down to him.

He clasped his hands together, and two venomous crocodiles crawled out of the poisonous swamp behind him. The two beasts exuded a putrid smell and their bodies reeked of a strong stench.

"What an arrogant brat! This old man will test your skills!"

Blood energy surged around Leng Qianfan, and blood armor appeared on his body. His already terrifying aura suddenly doubled!

With a single slap, a blood-red hand appeared in the sky, emitting a pungent stench of blood, as if it could grasp the sun, moon, and the universe.

When the two great supernatural powers descended, Shangguan Wan stood still as if watching a show.

"The heavens descend."

Wang Xiaoke's eyes shone brightly, and a dragon and phoenix sword aura suddenly soared into the sky.

A dragon's roar and a phoenix's cry filled the clouds with boundless sword energy.

"Break it for me."

The phantom images of dragons and phoenixes swirled in the sky, while a hundred-foot-long sword shadow condensed from a vortex.

A long trail appeared as the greatsword shattered the void, carrying the power of the Dao, and pierced towards the enveloping, blood-red hand.

puff!

The sword blade sank seven-tenths into the bloody palm, but could not penetrate even an inch further.

It was as if it were firmly embedded in the middle of metal and stone, caught in a dilemma.

"Good lad, it's a pity you lack strength, otherwise my Blood God's Robbery Hand... I'm afraid..."

Leng Qianfan's smile froze as the giant sword shone brightly.

The sword intent of the void burst forth from it, eroding the laws of blood and gradually cleaving through the blood palm.

Roar! !

The venomous crocodile opened its massive jaws wide and lunged fiercely at the boy in white.

"Golden Crow~"

Wang Xiaoke raised his three-foot-long sword, and strange phenomena of wind and rain rose behind him.

"Sixth move: Listen to the wind and rain."

The martial arts phenomenon was magnificent, with cold winds and heavy rain pouring down on the poisonous crocodile. Sword light flashed, and its huge body seemed to be torn apart by thousands of swords.

Before the venomous crocodile could even get close, it was reduced to countless pieces and fell to the ground.

"Ok?"

Wang Xiaoke felt a chill run down his spine. He made a hand seal, and golden light seemed to bloom on his forehead, spreading all over his body, transforming him into a golden armor.

As he turned around, a mixture of foul and corrosive stench sprayed towards him, and another venomous crocodile was only a few feet away.

The Void Dao Circulation activated, allowing Wang Xiaoke to escape the beast's jaws. He then swiftly swung his sword in mid-air, severing both of the crocodile's legs.

Hey!

The crocodile opened its scarlet eyes wide and quickly lunged at Wang Xiaoke.

"Disperse!"

Wang Xiaoke placed two fingers against his chest, causing the giant sword beside him to tremble violently.

Before Leng Qianfan could understand what was happening, the sword shadow that had been contending with the blood palm suddenly disintegrated.

Clusters of sword energy shot out in all directions.

Under his incredulous gaze, the blood-red palm was riddled with holes, eventually annihilated by the ten thousand sword energies.

Furthermore, the power of the 100,000 sword seas continued relentlessly, like 100,000 arrows, attacking Lan Tu's magical crocodile technique.

brush brush brush...

As the sea of ​​swords dissipated, the venomous crocodile, covered in wounds and resembling a hedgehog, crashed violently towards the mountain range.

Boom——

The two venomous crocodile carcasses smashed down ancient trees, causing rocks to tumble down and turn into a swamp. The corrosive fumes caused grass and flowers to wither and die within a radius of a thousand meters.

"Such destructive power!" Wang Xiaoke exclaimed in amazement at the destructive force of the poisonous swamp.

Lan Tu and Leng Qianfan were also amazed by Wang Xiaoke's swordsmanship skills.

"To be able to wield sword techniques and supernatural powers at will, one must have cultivated a clear understanding of the sword heart!"

"This child is only twenty years old, yet he comprehends the laws at the mid-Nascent Soul stage. His swordsmanship talent is even more terrifying. Could he be the chosen one of this world?"

Possessing great fortune and opportunities, they couldn't understand how such a monstrous talent as Wang Xiaoke could be born in this barren realm.

As elders of the Liuxue Sect, they had seen many sword prodigies.

But no one could condense a sword heart at twenty, even those holy sons and divine sons were far inferior!

Wang Xiaoke has his eye on Lan Tu; this guy's corrupt laws are too troublesome.

We need to find a way to get rid of them.

"I, Wang Xiaoke, always keep my word. If I don't bring back Eighth Sister, none of you will escape. You'll all stay here as hostages!"

The powerful figures of China were speechless; Sect Master Wang had actually threatened the three supreme beings.

This... This... This.

One of the rogue cultivators couldn't help but shout, "Sect Master Wang is unparalleled!"

Qian Fugui killed a Nascent Soul disciple with a single punch, then raised his eyebrows and gazed into the distance.

This white-robed swordsman has become even stronger. In just a few days, his combat power has already surpassed that of a Nascent Soul cultivator. What a terrifying progress!

Let alone taking on two half-saints by himself, just the aspect of comprehending the laws and having a clear sword heart is remarkable.

That alone is enough to make them look up to you!

“The Great Evolution Blood Pool.” Leng Qianfan narrowed his eyes.

The endless path transformed into a sea of ​​blood, a dark and sinister ocean of blood exuding an evil aura.

It's as if touching it would strip away your flesh and blood, and erode your mind and spirit.

Facing the vast ocean with towering mountains, one feels boundless fear.

Lan Tu snorted coldly, forming a complex hand seal with one hand, and the strange phenomenon of the poisonous swamp hanging in the sky gushed out like the Yellow River.

Decay and bloodshed—the power of these two supreme laws shook the heavens.

Wang Xiaoke felt immense pressure. He rubbed his knuckles and the mysterious ring, and suddenly a hundred swords were drawn from their sheaths, radiating light.

"That is……"

Lan Tu stared at the array of spirit swords, astonished. Where did he get so many swords?

"So many third and fourth-tier spiritual weapons, and two fifth-tier spiritual weapons!"

Is he still a master weapon refiner?

The art of weapon crafting is beyond the reach of ordinary people. Even the Liuxue Sect, a second-rate immortal sect, only has two fifth-tier weapon crafters.

Moreover, the materials used in refining weapons are precious. Where did he obtain these materials?

Shangguan Wan curled her thin lips into a smile, which grew even wider.

Surrounded by the two attackers, Wang Xiaoke let out a low shout, his black hair fluttering.

Immediately, the Great Perfection Dragon and Phoenix Sword Intent was released, and the hundred sword images received the command, merging into the sword domain.

The supreme sword aura continued to expand outwards, ten zhang, a hundred zhang...

The moment the three supernatural powers collided, a powerful shockwave swept across all directions.

The decaying, poisonous swamp bombarded the sword domain, and the corrupt principles of the Dao attempted to break open a gap.

Wang Xiaoke activated the Infant Platform with all his might, continuously pouring spiritual energy into the Sword Domain.

Rumble!

A sea of ​​blood surged forth, turning everything crimson in all directions. In Wang Xiaoke's eyes, the entire world was covered in blood and the stench of decay.

In the confrontation with the laws of the Great Dao, he was visibly losing ground.

The sword domain was teetering on the brink of collapse, and the space was being gradually compressed.

Some spirit swords even became tainted with decay, thus losing their spiritual essence and falling into ruin.

He took a deep breath, and the illusory images of dragons and phoenixes soared within a sword domain less than a hundred feet wide.

Wang Xiaoke took out a Silver-Patterned Blood Pill and swallowed it decisively.

Instantly, his blood and qi surged, his meridians ached and swelled, and his spiritual energy was like boiling water.

Wang Xiaoke closed his eyes, feeling his strength surge. His clothes fluttered wildly, and his aura rose steadily.

Grade 5 Spirit-Burning Pill.

Triple increase!

"Dragon and Phoenix Sword Technique, Sixth Form: Yin and Yang Shake the Myriad Void!"

The roars of beasts echoed through the blood-soaked swamp, lingering long after reaching the Kunlun Mountains.

Leng Qianfan was startled and raised his hand to suppress it, making the sea of ​​blood even more violent.

“This kid is a real hot potato. An ordinary mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator would have been swallowed up by my divine power long ago and turned into a skeleton, but he is still struggling.”

Lan Tu scoffed: "It's all in vain."

"Like ants struggling helplessly before being submerged by a flood."

At that moment, a white chain tore through the blood swamp and pierced through.

Both of them were taken aback. Faced with the supreme sword energy that was aimed directly at him, Lan Tu hurriedly erected a protective barrier of qi, and the decaying torrent met the attack head-on.

"what!"

The decaying path was severed, and the ribbon of light grew larger and larger in his pupils.

With a deafening roar, Lan Tu was engulfed by the sword light.

Then, the sword energy did not dissipate, but cleaved through the sky, finally stopping only after splitting two green peaks in two.

"This kid!" Leng Qianfan watched as the Blood Sea Divine Power was shattered by the Sword Domain.

Blood rained down, turning his old face from blue to purple.

"What kind of secret technique was used, or perhaps a pill that temporarily boosts strength?"

At this moment, the young man standing proudly in the sword domain had an aura that was in no way weaker than his.

Countless people were shocked, feeling that the man in white was like an unparalleled celestial king.

Lu Ning trembled all over; this was not what he had expected.

"It's your turn next."

The sound reached Leng Qianfan's ears, and Wang Xiaoke vanished from her spot in the blink of an eye.

The longsword pierced through the void, striking his vital point.

Leng Qianfan dodged to the side and grabbed the wrist holding the sword.

Before he could throw a punch, the Golden Crow shot out of his hand and stabbed at him, leaving him no choice but to defend.

Wang Xiaoke pressed his advantage, and a grayish-white spiritual flame ignited on his fist.

"Nine Fists of Crimson Flame".

The force of the punch struck the blood-red armor, and Leng Qianfan was suddenly knocked back a thousand meters. The chaotic spiritual fire clung to his body like a maggot, burning ever brighter.

The golden crow relentlessly pursued and killed, transforming into a streak of light to strike before giving the creature no chance to catch its breath.

The two Grand Secretaries were in a terrible state of disarray!

The morale of the Chinese powers has soared, and they are now fighting with bloodshot eyes.

Bai Ming strode forward with his long, slender legs, two drops of hot blood sliding from the tip of his sword.

The remaining members of the Tian Sha clan were almost completely wiped out.

Nearly a hundred people were decapitated.

Only this last high-rise building remains.

He trembled as he backed away, his last hope shattered.

The imagined scene of the Elders' Pavilion coming to the rescue and decisively defeating the enemy did not materialize.

Instead... he treated them as cannon fodder, and only realized this at the very last moment.

Joining the Flowing Snow Sect is like walking on thin ice!

The sword flashed and blood splattered.

The Heavenly Fiend Organization has been completely wiped out!