Chapter 475 The winner is heaven, the loser is speechless(3/3)
A streak of blood was torn out of the air, just like a bloody hole was torn out of the sky.
The sharp sound of breaking through the air was getting closer and closer, and above the shattered steel, there was even a dark crack in the broken space, which was absolutely terrifying.
The sound of breaking through the air sent out strong winds, causing many people to cover their ears fiercely, with painful expressions on their faces. Some monks with weaker cultivation levels were already bleeding from all their orifices, as if they had suffered huge injuries.
On the battle platform of Shen Cang Wuyuan, there is a huge declaration of war stone. In the wind and rain, the declaration of war stone looks like a statue of the God of War.
Whoever wants to challenge must make an oath on the declaration of war stone.
Boom!
In the next breath, the declaration of war stone was torn into pieces, countless rubbles exploded, many people were affected, and the battlefield was in chaos.
After a few breaths of dead silence, people finally saw clearly.
It turned out that the bloody arrow was actually a bloody giant sword.
It was as tall as a man, and the blade was filled with bursts of blood, like a bloodthirsty demon that had just crawled out of hell and wanted to burn the sky and destroy the earth.
"I heard that the Shen Cang Martial Academy wanted to hang us on the city wall to feed the eagles. We specially washed our necks and waited for the geniuses to chop them off!"
At this time.
From the top of the sky, a wave of sound spread.
The black dot flashes.
Among the countless dumbfounded pupils, the black dot fell faster and faster, like a cannonball.
Boom!
A deafening loud noise fell.
The whole place was dead silent.
Countless people's hearts were beating wildly, and they had even forgotten to swallow their saliva, but subconsciously endured the burning in their throats.
The black light was like a heavy hammer in the hand of a giant, falling hard on the center of the battle platform, causing the mountains to collapse and the ground to crack.
This black light is a human figure.
He has long hair shawl, black robe and black hair, and a tall and straight figure, like a sword unsheathed.
Click!
Click!
Click!
Then, cracks suddenly spread out on the floor tiles under the black-robed young man's feet, like a spider web, spreading crazily.
"The generation of forty thousand demons, where is the river coming from? Please enlighten me!"
The young man slowly pulled out the bloody knife, put it on his shoulder, and looked around.
Under the sky, the wind and clouds meet.
The bloody knife volleyed in the air, showing fearless fighting spirit.
Chapter completed!