"Mock the old man?
Then go to hell!"
Xue Tu was furious. No one had ever dared to mock him like that, not even Yun Zhong Feng.
Without waiting any longer, the blood saber in his hand surged forward with his body, surprisingly forming a blood dragon in the void.
Then, the crimson saber radiance exploded, and in the void, the blood dragon transformed into a terrifying giant blood blade, fiercely descending from the sky, hacking toward Ling Xiao's head.
As if intending to cleave the world in two.
Ling Xiao's hand moved simultaneously at this moment.
The Blood Thunder King Sword lightly flickered, and sharp, formidable sword energy coalesced into a crimson long dragon, crashing against the massive crimson war saber.
A blood sword, a blood saber.
Both were crimson red!
Both exuded a bloodthirsty glow.
The entire space was suddenly suffused with a terrifying crimson, making one feel very uncomfortable.
"Transcendental Realm—Shadow Sword Demon, kill!"
