"Warning: Soul Seal monitors that you are attacked by the evil sword immortal, and the specific space laws are being calculated..."

"The calculation is completed: You and the Evil Sword Immortal are in a combat state, and the battle information will be determined based on the perception level of both sides."

"Warning: Your perception level is lower than that of the Evil Sword Immortal, and you can only get the most basic combat information."

"Basic attributes and basic capabilities attack defense judgment calculation..."

"The reincarnator has its own equipment attribute ability to determine and calculate..."

"Your defense is 26/2=13 points (16 points + 30% strengthening + 1 point for the life of the nectar permanently + 3 points for the temporary increase), and the talent ability improves the basic defense by 15%. Some of the opponent's sword energy attacks are weakened by the passive skill "hard" of the velociraptor finger tiger. The damage they bear is as follows:"

"The enemy's sword energy attack continues to damage you by 50 points/second. You will be supplemented with 30 points/second of the health of the Nectar of Life within 10 seconds. The actual damage within 10 seconds is 20 points/second. Your current total health is 260+100 points = 360 points."

"Warning: Reincarnation No. 228, you will fall into a severely injured state after 13 seconds, be suppressed by the enemy's perception level, and you will not be able to obtain more combat information."

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At this time, Xu Mo's arms were already on the old man's shoulders through the violent sword energy cyclone. The old sword immortal had been paralyzed by Gao Jian's huge power. Although the large amount of sword energy in his body was driven away from his body and shook Gao Jian away, the numbness still did not subside. In addition, it consumed a lot of money in a short period of time, so he was a little dizzy.

Moreover, the sword energy cyclone blocked his sight. Although he had a premonition that someone was approaching again in front of him, he had absolute confidence in his body-protecting sword energy and did not think that anyone could cause damage to himself through the sword energy cyclone. Therefore, it was not until Xu Mo put his hands on his injured shoulders that he was shocked.

However, the old man was not panicked, but just looked at Xu Mo with disdain. He had already felt that the young man in front of him was not as terrifying as the thick man just now. Although his shoulders and collarbones were a little cracked, it was absolutely impossible for this young man to break it all at once with the strength of this young man.

Even if this young man continued to recover from his arms with a certain spell, the sword cyclone could not immediately cut off his hands. However, as long as he was given another second, the numbness on his body could be reduced to the point of barely moving. At that time, even if the young man in front of him had two more hands, it would be impossible to control him.

Of course, Xu Mo also saw the trace of disdain in the old man's eyes. The corners of his mouth cracked and he smiled ferociously. His strength could not cut off the old man's cracked shoulder bones at once, but in just a few seconds, quantitative change could achieve qualitative change, and the purpose of cutting off the old man's shoulder bones could still be achieved.

So, does Xu Mo have this time? Of course, there is a prop on Xu Mo who can control the old man for a few seconds.

The incomplete scroll of "Chiyou Opera" is launched!

"Chiyou Opera" fragment: (Purple-level scroll), the scroll contains the important spiritual power of the writer. This item can be a disposable consumable. When used on others, because the spiritual power of the writer remains in the fragment of "Chiyou Opera", the subject will be suppressed by the mental power of the writer in the fragment of "Chiyou Opera". If the grasping of the bare hands does not exceed the level of the writer, the subject will be paralyzed for 3 seconds. With the use of the skill, the paralysis state will be extended depending on the situation.

A golden light that was invisible to the naked eye flashed across Xu Mo's body. The old man immediately felt a powerful spiritual force rushing into his body through the palm of the enemy's shoulders, bombarding heavily on his mind. A spiritual storm raging in his mind, causing his consciousness to appear in an instant. The sword cyclone outside his body lost its master's urging and also dissipated.

When Xu Mo saw the old man's originally sharp eyes become dull and confused, he took a deep breath, and a violent red light flashed in his eyes. He squeezed his hands with force, then released them, and clenched his fists and hit him hard.

With two "clicks", the old Sword Immortal's shoulders and clavicles were broken, but Xu Mo's attack was not over yet. He opened his hands and raised the old man straight up over the top. The two stood up straight from top to bottom and fell flat to the ground. His professional wrestling skills were all in one stroke.

"Bang!" The old sword immortal's body touched the ground, and immediately rebounded high like the fresh shrimp thrown into the oil pan alive, fell down again, rolling towards Gao Jian in the distance. Obviously, this was Xu Mo's conscious control of the landing point of the casting skill.

At this time, the old man had already been freed from Chi Youxi's mental control. He felt his arms were soft and numb, unable to lift them up, and the pain on his shoulders and backs was unbearable. Even his internal organs were burning with a burning heart. He probably had suffered significant internal injuries.

"hey-hey!"

Before the old man could recover, he was once again dripping from a thick arm with strips of cloth and smears of blood hanging on his arm. He firmly tied his neck and lifted it in the air. A ferocious black face full of blood and flesh appeared in front of him. Is this person not Gao Jian, but who else?

One hand grabbed the enemy's neck, Gao Jian's other broken hand, "Bang bang!" He continuously hit the old man's chest and abdomen with his broken elbows. The huge force penetrated deeply through the sternum and abdominal wall and was printed on his internal organs.

"Ah!" Like a beast forced into a desperate situation, the old man's face turned red due to suffocation, and his blood surged again, turning directly into purple-black color. He roared wildly, opened his mouth, and squirted with blood mixed with internal organs, which suddenly sprayed on Gao Jian's face.

The blood was filled with the sword energy of the old sword immortal. Although Gao Jian closed his eyes immediately, countless tiny blood holes were still hit on his face. In the severe pain, he pinched the old man's palm and loosened it. He was supported by the old man's feet and kicked it away. He collided with Xu Mo who happened to be coming from behind. Both of them turned into rolling gourds.

The old man finally got his first chance to breathe since he entered the cave. However, the old man did not chase the two people who rolled in a group. The short-term confrontation had already made him understand a fact that although the two men had suffered heavy damage and one of them had a broken hand, he would never be able to win the final victory in close combat.

However, the old man is not weaker than the two. On the contrary, if there is a head-on confrontation, ten Gaojian and ten Xu Mo are not likely to be his opponent. Of course, there must be a prerequisite for this, he must have a sword in his hand!

He is a sword immortal, not a boxer. Without a sword, it means that the tiger has no claws, and 90% of its strength has been eliminated. The remaining 10% of its strength has been seriously injured by the two of them continuously attacked and injured. It is estimated that one percent of its strength can not be exerted.

The old man took advantage of the moment of gasping, his stern eyes were filled with anger. He glanced at the two people on the ground, turned his head and looked at him, and then immediately showed his hot gaze. His sword! He was looking at the Blood Demon Sword that was steadily hung by an iron chain in the center of the blood pool.

The old man could no longer suppress the idea of ​​taking the sword. Although taking out the Blood Demon Sword from the blood pool now will interrupt the blood refining and cause the power of the Blood Demon Sword to decrease in the future, it is always a thousand times better than dying here.

The old man endured the pain of his internal organs, jumped and rushed towards the blood pool. He saw it from the corner of his eyes, and the two people behind him got up in panic and rushed towards him.

"Hahaha, it's too late! Do you think that breaking my shoulders can stop me from taking the sword? As a swordsman, I have experienced many battles, but I can't just control the sword with my hands!" The old sword immortal in the air laughed wildly and rushed into the center of the blood pool like lightning.

Standing next to the Blood Demon Sword, the old man looked at the two people who were rushing toward him with contempt, opened his mouth, bit the hilt of the Blood Demon Sword, and swung his head to use the Blood Demon Sword to cut off the iron rope to get the sword.

At this moment, the old man suddenly felt a strange palpitation, and then a cold feeling came from his crotch to his chest and abdomen. The old man looked down and saw a person lying on his back under the Blood Demon Sword. The man was soaked in the blood pool, leaving only his mouth and nose on the surface of the pool.

At this time, this person was holding a cold and sharp sperm sword in his hand, and stabbed the entire sword straight into his body from his anus under his crotch. The sword was not long, but it was enough to stab it from his anus to his chest. This person was the third person who had never appeared, Qingsheng, the eldest disciple of the Sword Transformation Hall!

The cold feeling in the old man's body immediately turned into an unbearable severe pain, and the shadow of death enveloped the old man's heart for the first time.

"Ah~~~~~~!" The old man howled, opened his mouth that had already bit the Blood Demon Sword, and kicked Qingsheng's waist like a conditioned reflex, kicked him hard out of the blood pool.

Qingsheng was flew into the air after being full of internal force by the old man. He opened his mouth and spurted out a blood arrow. His face, which was originally red because of controlling his breathing, quickly turned pale.

However, the old man's conditioned reflex counterattack made his already seriously injured body, which made it worse again. He forgot that the dagger held by Qingsheng was still in his body. This kick not only kicked Qingsheng away, but also "drawn" the dagger, and it was not pulled out in the direction that it had stabbed into the body, but was "drawn" from the front of his body.

The "pulled" sword brought the old man from his crotch to his chest, and almost all the organs in the old man's body were "pulled out" by the dagger, and part of them were exposed to his body. Even half of the withered yang root flew out from his crotch!

At this moment, the old sword immortal stood on the spot, and an incredible look appeared on his face, watching his internal organs and intestines slowly slide out.
Chapter completed!