Chapter 783 Bloodthirsty Knife

Nie Tian looked at the person in front of him, his eyes focused.

There is no doubt that the person in front of him is his opponent, cold-blooded!

Lengxue suddenly raised his head and looked at Nie Tian with his blade-like eyes, as if a knife was stabbing him with a strong oppressive aura.

Cold-blooded, bloodthirsty knife.

The sword intent on his body was very strong, making him look like a knife, but this knife was dripping with blood!

Nie Tian looked at the other party's bloodthirsty eyes and his eyes narrowed slightly.

This kind of look is calm and solemn. Only those who have been wandering on the edge of life and death would have such a terrifying look.

"Your sword intention is very strong!" Nie Tian looked at Leng Xue and said calmly.

The cold-blooded sword intent was indeed very strong, even stronger than the sword Kuangsheng Nie Tian had encountered before!

Nie Tian has met many swordsmen, and each one has a different intention.

Ye Lingyun's sword intention is domineering, Qiu Shan's sword intention is majestic, Dao Kuangsheng's sword intention is arrogant, and the cold-blooded sword intention is murderous!

The cold-blooded one is a bloodthirsty knife!

This kind of sword intent can only be mastered after killing many people.

"Swordsman, take out your sword!" He stared at Nie Tian with cold-blooded eyes and spoke coldly.

Swords have the same origin, so it's not surprising that he can sense that Nie Tian is the swordsman.

Nie Tian smiled bitterly. He also wanted to take out his sword, but unfortunately, his sword was not with him.

"You want to defeat me without a sword?" Lengxue was slightly startled when he saw that Nie Tian did not draw his sword. He felt humiliated, and his eyes were even colder.

"Let's take action." Nie Tian didn't want to explain too much and responded calmly.

Nie Tian was also looking forward to meeting a powerful swordsman like Leng Xue.

"Seeking death!" Lengxue screamed, and the Lengxue blade in his hand trembled, letting out a shrill cry of the blade, and turned into an invisible wave of blades, attacking Nie Tian.

Nie Tian took a step forward, his sword intent gushing out from his whole body, crushing him like a turbulent wave.

"Boom! Boom!" A violent explosion sounded in the air, and the collision of sword intent and sword intent was fierce and intense.

Nie Tian and Leng Xue took a few steps back at the same time.

He is very cold-blooded, has the fifth level of Tianyan strength, and is in the realm of sword spirit. The most important thing is that his sword intention is more powerful than Dao Kuangsheng.

Nie Tian steadied his body and looked slightly surprised. If his strength hadn't just been promoted to the second level, he might not have been a cold-blooded opponent in a head-on confrontation.

"Huh?" The surprise in Lengxue's eyes was even greater. His bloodthirsty eyes were red. Nie Tian could actually be on par with him without using a sword. The opponent's sword intent was very powerful.

"What's your name?" He stood still and spoke coldly.

Every word, every move he made was filled with cold bloodthirsty murderous intent.

"Nie Tian." Nie Tian responded calmly.

Lengxue's eyes were heavy, with a rare look of solemnity, and he said: "Nie Tian, ​​your sword intention is very strong, you are the strongest swordsman I have ever seen!"

"Lengxue, your sword intention is also very strong, but you are not the strongest swordsman I have ever encountered." Nie Tian responded calmly with an indifferent expression.

Ling Lie has a cold-blooded sword intent and is thirsty for killing, but he is not the strongest, even much worse than Ye Lingyun.

"Huh?" Lengxue's expression stiffened and he said in a cold voice, "Do you know who I am?"

"You are standing on the battlefield of bloody death, aren't you a slave?" Nie Tian was slightly stunned.

"Slave?" Lengxue smiled coldly and said: "I, Lengxue, am a member of the Burial Sword Society. I came to the Blood Death Field to practice my bloodthirsty sword intent. The slaves in the Blood Death Field died in my hands. Countless! I will use their blood and death to make my bloodthirsty knife!"

"The Burial Sword Society!" Nie Tian's eyes tightened. He had never heard of this organization.

But the cold-blooded words succeeded in irritating him.

Coming to the bloody death field and using other people's lives to achieve his own martial arts, such a person is really cold-blooded and ruthless.

Nie Tian understood that Lengxue was the killing knife of the Blood Death Field, specifically helping the Blood Death Field kill slaves like Han Tian.

Lengxue uses the lives of slaves to achieve his own swordsmanship, and at the same time, he kills those slaves with terrible talents for Xue Death Field. Both parties benefit from each other and each gets what they need.

If Han Tian continues to fight, he will definitely encounter Leng Xue, and he will definitely die at Leng Xue's hands.

Unfortunately, it was Nie Tian who was standing in front of Lengxue.

Nie Tian will become the end of the cold-blooded sword!

"Nie Tian, ​​you are a good swordsman, but unfortunately, your sword realm is just sword power, and I am the sword spirit realm. When you meet me, your fate will be one word, death!" Cold-blooded eyes The coldness returned again, bloodthirsty knife intent filled the air, and the bloody aura filled the entire bloody death field.

Even in the square outside the bloody death scene, people can feel the bloodthirsty killing intent.

Cold-blooded, he is called the Bloodthirsty Knife by the Blood Death Field. Every time he appears, no matter what kind of opponent he is, he will definitely die under his knife.

Nie Tian felt the terrifying knife intent permeating his whole body, but his eyes were fixed on the broken knife in Lengxue's hand, the Lengxue Blade.

The cold-blooded blade released terrifying sword energy, and bloodshot threads surged on the blade, which was extremely strange.

"Nie Tian, ​​suffer death!" He shouted, Lengxue stepped forward, the blood glow on Lengxue's blade bloomed, the sword's intention bloomed in the air, the overwhelming sword power filled the air, and a bloody knife shadow slashed towards Nie Tian .

The shadow of the knife was shocking, extremely sharp, and seemed to be able to cut through everything.

Nie Tian looked calmly, opened the Divine Wheel Sword, and his body resembled a sword.

The Star Soul Sword Intent, the Proud Sword Intent, and the Thunder Sword Intent are perfectly integrated in the Sword of the Divine Wheel, creating the most terrifying sword intent.

"Boom!" Nie Tian took a step forward and used the Divine Wheel Sword as a sword to slash down in the air.

The Sword of the Divine Wheel is a space formed by the fusion of the Divine Wheel space and the latitude and longitude of the sword. At this time, Nie Tian had no sword in his hand, so he turned the space into a sword!

"Boom!" In the void, the shadow of the knife and the shadow of the sword collided. The two forces strangled in the space, fought against each other, and devoured each other.

The light and shadow of swords flickered in the space, and the entire space became a world of swords and swords.

"Boom!" A wave of sword energy blasted away, and the air turned into a sharp blade, spreading in all directions.

Nie Tian and Leng Xue's figure retreated at the same time, retreating a hundred meters away.

Despite this, there were still countless wounds on the two of them.

Nie Tian's figure stabilized, Tian Yan's true intention and the nine dragon veins came into play at the same time, and in the blink of an eye, the wounds all over his body were healed.

On the other hand, Lengxue's wounds healed much slower, and his martial body was much weaker than Nie Tian's.

"Swordsmen in the realm of sword spirit are indeed very strong." Nie Tian murmured with a smile on his lips.

If he were in the realm of sword spirit at this time and had a sword in his hand, the one move just now would have killed Lengxue.

Lengxue looked at Nie Tian, ​​his bloodshot eyes unable to conceal his surprise.

Nie Tian didn't have a sword in his hand, and his level of swordsmanship was one level lower than his, but it was strange that he could fight on a par with him.

The muscles on his face trembled slightly, obviously extremely angry.

The aura in Lengxue's whole body was rising steadily, and he was actually more terrifying than before.

The blood and wounds inspired the bloodthirsty sword intent in his body, making his strength even more terrifying!