The 2212th chapter kills sword intent

"Cultivating a devil body really cannot avoid side effects."

Zhuo Bufan sighed lightly. Although he allowed the blood demon to practice the'demon body refining method', his soul was equivalent to being separated from the body, but he often wore the soft armor made from the blood demon, and over time he was also stained with some blood evil. Gas.

Enchanting, if you fall into a state of enchantment for a long time, it is easy to lose your mind and become a monster that can only slaughter.

Once on the earth, in order to save his mother, he once fell into a state of enchantment, and then with the improvement of his cultivation level and the improvement of his mood, he has been able to completely suppress his inner ‘magic thought’.

"Too dangerous."

Zhuo Bufan was still faintly afraid in his heart.

Because of Luo Yingning’s frame, he was arrested and hunted down by Lushanhou. The murderous intent and hatred born in his heart gave him a state of'intoxication'. He wanted to quickly realize stronger sword skills and possess With a stronger state of mind, he almost fell into a madness, unable to extricate himself from it.

After being in a demon, if you can't wake up on your own or without help from outsiders, you will probably fall into the demon way forever and become a real demon.

Just now Zhuo Bufan has entered the state of'incoming demons'. There is only endless murder in his heart. If it were not for a sudden blooming of green lotus in his heart, if it weren't for a majestic Buddha statue in front of him, I am afraid that he has been completely lost in the endless killing. In, never wake up.

When he thought of this, Zhuo Bufan broke into a cold sweat all over his body.

He understood in his heart that a green lotus bloomed suddenly in his heart after he became a demon, and a sacred Buddha image appeared in front of him because he had read Buddhist and Taoist classics for a long time. Without these two things, he would be awakened from the demon state in time, and the consequences would be disastrous.

"It really doesn't work if the sword goes slant." Zhuo Bufan said softly.

He wanted to rely on this kind of state of mind to break through. Although his strength had increased a lot, and the sword trick he used was even more murderous, he had obviously taken a diversion.

After fourteen years of honed in the Star Field Battlefield, do I only realize the state of mind of "killing to stop killing"?

Zhuo Bufan sighed softly in his heart and raised his head suddenly. Many powerful auras were flying towards him, among them there were two extremely powerful auras, which were comparable to the level of the eight-clawed barbaric monster he had killed.

The surrounding space also rippled like a wave, and immediately returned to calm.

"Blocking the space?" Zhuo Bufan's eyes flashed a hint of cold light.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Immediately afterwards, several silhouettes exuding powerful aura quickly flew over, and the figures were dazzling, surrounded him, and all the spiritual thoughts converged and locked on him.

The lineup of Star Alliance members, two high-level generals, twelve middle-level generals, and hundreds of low-level generals, really worthy of oneself?

"Oh, you are Captain Xiaoqi?" In the crowd, a three-meter tall man with bulging muscles flew forward, his eyes staring sharply at Zhuo Bufan.

Zhuo Bufan looked at him and said, "I didn't collude with the demons. If you believe it, leave now. If you don't believe it, I don't mind killing you."

Hearing the extraordinary words, the banner was stunned for a while, and then he laughed, his face twisted, as if he heard an extremely ridiculous joke, and he slanted his neck, "Oh, you didn't collude with the demons? Your wanted order is all gone. It is sent to our soldiers, and there are pictures of you killing the members of the Star Alliance. You have to find a reason for denial? As for you want to kill me, I want to know what you can do!"

Fan Zhen's eyes sink slightly, and there is a murderous intent flowing through the eyes, and the sudden punch is bombarded towards Zhuo Bufan. The pure and majestic true essence is overwhelming, and the surrounding space is turbulent. The true essence condenses fist marks and tears the air. A matchable posture bombarded Xiang Zhuo Bufan.

call out!

Zhuo Bufan downplayed, holding the Ice Emperor Rain Sword at an angle, and an extremely ethereal sword light greeted the Zhenyuan fist mark.

In an instant, the fierce sword light split the fist marks, and all the fierce fist marks in the future were bombarded and shattered, disappearing without a trace.

Only a circle of energy waves spread in all directions like ripples, and hundreds of feet of sand waves were raised in the desert.

"It's no wonder that you can easily kill two middle-level generals. If you really have some means, your sword is also a good sword." Fan Zhen said.

This kind of tentative attack didn't have much power. Pan Zhen never thought that a random punch could kill Zhuo Bufan. Everything was expected, but his eyes were staring directly at the Ice Emperor Rain Sword. Concealing the greed and desire emerging in his eyes, "Your sword will belong to me!"

Fan Zhen's palms were flipped, and a pair of diamond-shaped gold mace was held in the palm of his hand. The gold mace exudes brilliant golden light, and it is so powerful that it is obviously a powerful treasure.

Holding a gold mace, the true essence in the Fan Zhenzhen is like a volcanic eruption, directly looting and killing Zhuo Bufan. On the gold mace, the arrogance is blazing.

The rest of the people watched, no one came to help. Fan Zhen was a high-ranking general who was also ranked on the 81st battlefield. Dealing with a low-level general was just like an adult bullying a child.

More circles will be holding a state of watching a good show, standing aside and watching.

"Kill!" Zhuo Bufan's eyes were cold, and the Ice Emperor Rain Sword danced in his hand.

An aura of solemn despair gushed out. After he got into the demon, although the sword went slant, he also understood the meaning of some new sword moves. One of them was the killing intent. The cold murderous aura was like the roaring sea water, which instantly made the face shaken. A change.

At the intersection of gold and iron, there is endless excitement.

The sand was flying, some towering mountains collapsed, and the desert was blasted by the two people's attack.

Fan was shocked, the original contempt and disdain on his face had been reduced a lot. He offered his own treasure, and he was already worthy of Zhuo Bufan, but under continuous attacks, he did not have the upper hand, but was enveloped by Zhuo Bufan's sword intent. Below, the body actually has an illusion of cold fear.

He has entered the Star Field battlefield for hundreds of years and has participated in many small-scale and large-scale battles. He is a high-level general who has grown up in real battles. He is not a high-level general who generally relies on the cultivation of talent resources. The strength is stronger than the general high-level generals.

"It's just a low-level world general, and a low-level world can't take care of me?" Han was shocked and angry.

The onlookers also reduced their contempt and smile. The overwhelming advantage in his imagination didn't seem to appear, but the tremor fell into a disadvantage.

Zhuo Bufan's sword strokes are icy cold, like a flood of beasts hitting the tremor, and the tremor is like a huge ship. In the sea with shaking waves, it may be smashed into fragments by the sword waves at any time, and it will fall to the point of an overturned ship.

What Zhuo Bufan understood was the sword intent of killing on the battlefield, cold and bloodthirsty with a monstrous murderous intent.

Fan Zhen clenched the golden mace tightly, and displayed all his martial arts tricks. Unfortunately, in Zhuo Bufan's killing sword intent, he couldn't turn over any waves. This is the difference between the two martial arts artistic conceptions. Zhuo Bufan has just awakened from the state of enchantment. , With a trace of enchanting aura, the sword moves displayed raged wildly.

Awning!

An opportunity appeared, several sword lights bombarded Han Zhen's chest.

Fan Zhen felt a pain in his chest, and the condensed Zhen Yuan almost collapsed, his body rolled and flew out quickly, a trace of Yin Hong blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Surprised, shocked, unwilling, even a little scared, Han Zhen hurriedly stabilized his figure, standing in the air, his pupils slightly contracted and looked at Zhuo Bufan with an extremely complicated gaze. Is he really a low-level general?