"Lu Ya, you retreat first!" Fatty Xiao said in a low voice, with an extremely solemn look on his face.
The will flowed around the sword. Fatty Xiao did not retreat but advanced. He raised the sword and swung it out with a flowing sword style.
Hundred Steps Flying Sword! The sword was released, Ye Chen took a few steps across, held the sword again, and smashed the dense sword shadow with one strike.
Although the sword was powerful, Fatty Xiao could not crush the sword shadow that filled the sky.
Sword shadows shot out all over the sky, and the Jade Emperor Palace and two martial arts realm warriors from the Martial God Continent also took action.
Seeing this, Murong Yu sneered and said lightly: "Form up!"
As Murong Yu's words fell to the ground, several cold shouts came from behind him, and several elders of the Sword Temple came out with swords, and terrifying will burst out from them.
Immediately, between heaven and earth, the sharp sword energy swept out like a rainbow, and the void froze in vain.
The void with a radius of hundreds of feet seemed to be imprisoned, and the flames boiling below dissipated in vain.
Several figures stood in the southeast, northwest, and the endless sword energy seemed to form a heavenly prison, and Fatty Xiao and others were trapped in this prison of sword energy.
The pressure was so overwhelming that Fatty Xiao and the others felt as if they were in a swamp, with their surroundings completely cut off.
Compared to those in the martial arts realm, Lu Ya and others were even more unbearable, with all the energy in their bodies almost frozen.
With a slightly gloomy face, Fatty Xiao looked coldly at the sword energy floating around. The long sword trembled, and the long sword shot out again. Wherever the sword tip crossed, the world trembled in vain.
The magical power of a hundred steps dominates! Within a hundred steps, I am the master! Fatty Xiao's momentum is like a broken bamboo, half-shattering the pressure around him, and his body follows the sword light. The moment the sword takes a hundred steps, Fatty Xiao once again
Holding the Proud World Sword, he swung it down on an elder of the Sword Temple. The speed of this sword was not very fast, but the martial arts will permeated on the sword tightly locked the elder of the Sword Temple.
Bang! The elder of the Sword Temple blocked it with his sword, and a loud sound of metal clashing followed!
Bang bang! The strength exploded, and the elder of the Sword Temple took half a step back, looking solemnly at the slightly fat figure in front of him.
To escape from this place, the first step is to escape from this so-called prison of sword energy.
Fatty Xiao understood this, as did the warriors from the Jade Emperor Palace and the two warriors from the Martial God Continent. They all came out with swords in hand and rushed towards the other elders of the Sword Palace.
The void shook, and the sword energy swept across the sky like a rainbow, setting off monstrous flames.
"Want to break the formation?" In the void, Murong Yu looked down at the monstrous flames. A sneer appeared on his face. His silent figure suddenly moved, passing by the boundless sword energy, and appeared in the blink of an eye.
Behind the fat man.
The sword energy circulated in Murong Yu's fingertips, and Murong Yu's sword fingers suddenly came out, shooting directly at Fatty Xiao's back.
Fatty Xiao was always vigilant and noticed the sudden sword energy behind him. Fatty Xiao instantly bent down and gave up on his previous opponent. At the same time, he held the Proud World Sword in his backhand and spun his whole body around. The sword swept away with terrifying power.
Come.
Bang! The sword finger fell on the sword of Aoshijian, and its fierce sword power immediately collapsed. At the same time, a terrifying wave of sword energy spread out from the place where the two met.
The wave of sword energy came with a crash, and neither Fatty Xiao nor Murong Yu avoided the wave of sword energy.
Fatty Xiao's true energy circulated outside his body, forming an invisible armor that melted away the wave of sword energy. However, the power contained in it spread across Fatty Xiao's body, and his blood energy surged wildly. Fatty Xiao's figure retreated backwards with a thud.
Count steps.
In the wave of sword energy, Murong Yu's body remained motionless, and the terrifying energy wave dissipated before it even touched his body.
Boom! The void where Fatty Xiao stepped down rippled. His face was extremely pale. His gaze swept around the surroundings where the sword energy transformed into chains. The chains gathered together to form a prison of sword energy.
A bitter smile appeared at the corner of Fatty Xiao's mouth. This was really a trap. What made Fatty Xiao feel the most pressure was Murong Yu in front of him.
The sword energy was flowing on Murong Yu's fingertips. Murong Yu walked on the wave of sword energy and walked slowly towards Fatty Xiao. He said indifferently: "According to those people's requirements, I only need to capture your soul. If you don't want to
Let the body be destroyed, then just surrender and capture it obediently!" The coercion filled the air, and Murong Yu's words set off a wave of space, but this wave was insignificant under the prison of sword energy and was immediately wiped out.
Fatty Xiao's eyes narrowed slightly, and chills welled up in his dark eyes. This guy wants to capture my soul. Could it be that these people are here for the remnant soul of the third generation!
Bang bang! The martial arts clothes beside Fatty Xiao danced wildly, and another will spread over his body. This will was the remaining will of the Moon God from the third generation.
The two wills permeated the whole body, and Fatty Xiao's aura also surged. He had no intention of surrendering and fought to the end.
"The will of the third generation of the Moon God!" Sensing this sudden will, Murong Yu shook his head slightly and said indifferently: "The gap between you and me is too big, and it cannot be compared with just a residual will!"
"But sometimes you still have to try. The sword is not broken, and the person is not dead!" Fatty Xiao said lightly, and his true energy surged out of his body like a tide, forcing the sword energy around him to retreat several feet.
"The sword is not broken, but the man is not dead!" Murong Yu whispered, staring at Fatty Xiao's face that looked quite honest and honest: "Perhaps it is this belief that allowed you, who was originally mediocre, to take a different path from your predecessors.
The road!”
"Fireworks have their brightest moments, not to mention people? No matter how mediocre a person is, he can still burst out with power that makes the world feel gloomy!" Before he finished speaking, Fatty Xiao flashed a trace of his dark eyes.
Absolutely, at the same time, his silent figure suddenly shot out. Two strands of will were flowing at Fatty Xiao's fingertips, and his World-Proud Sword spun in vain, bringing up bursts of sharp wind, and flew directly away from Fatty Xiao's fingertips.
The right hand shoots out.
"Hundred-step master!" A cold shout echoed from Fatty Xiao's throat. Fatty Xiao followed closely behind the sword light, with a look of absolute despair on his indifferent face. At the moment of Baibu, his figure suddenly appeared.
Holding the sword light, he suddenly swung it towards Murong Yu.
The sword fingers were wrapped around his fingertips. Murong Yu looked at this scene with a calm expression. The sword fingers were pointed out again, and the point fell on the sword light.
Bang! The sword light shattered at a moment's notice, and the figure of Fatty Xiao was also broken. Murong Yu looked startled, raised his eyes slightly, and looked straight ahead. Fatty Xiao's figure was running in the direction away from him: "Crane
Shadow, interesting magical power!"
"I have to admit, if you don't act sincerely, I really can't do anything to you!" A stern smile appeared on Murong Yu's face, he stepped out and shot Fatty Xiao directly.
Mirror image power! Use the sky and the earth as a mirror to create a mirror image to confuse the opponent's perception. To a certain extent, this mirror image power has some similarities with the Holy Son's virtual and real power.
In the distance, Fatty Xiao's figure was like a rainbow, shooting straight into the sky. The Proud World Sword in his hand brought up afterimages. The afterimages enveloped the void within a radius of dozens of feet, and finally locked the elder of the Sword Temple from before.
A sharp explosion sounded, and as Fatty Xiao dropped his sword, the afterimage surged wildly. The sharp sword energy was like clouds, the afterimage was like wind, and the sword energy was like clouds. The two combined together and came in an instant.
The elder of the Sword Temple did not expect that Fatty Xiao would suddenly appear. Although he was a little hasty, he still held out his sword and the martial arts sword shadows condensed out. Dozens of martial arts sword shadows circled around to meet those who came suddenly.
Afterimage.
A low explosion reverberated, and the world trembled in vain. Hundreds of the chains transformed by the sword energy even collapsed.
"What a pity!" Fatty Xiao whispered, it would be difficult for him to break through this sword formation by himself.
"It is indeed a pity!" Murong Yu's voice sounded from behind Fatty Xiao. Fatty Xiao suddenly turned around and looked coldly at Murong Yu coming from the air, "This guy is really haunted!"
"If the power of the previous sword was more terrifying, then there must be cracks in this sword array! But it's a pity, no matter how precise the calculation is, it is useless without strength to back it up!" Murong Yu said lightly, his right hand was completely entangled by the sword energy.
Stop, raise your palm, and bring up the fierce sword energy. The sword energy turns into afterimages, which merge silently into the surrounding void. Ripples spread out and fall on Fatty Xiao.
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"Field!" Fatty Xiao's heart was slightly shaken, and his figure was about to retreat, but the wildly dancing sword energy around him immediately condensed into sword shadows, and endless coercion spread out, locking Fatty Xiao's figure.
Pressing his right hand in the air, Murong Yu's sword finger trembled slightly, and the sword shadows in the surrounding area shot towards Fatty Xiao.
Standing in the void, Fatty Xiao's figure was like a lonely boat in the sea, constantly swaying left and right.
And the sword shadow that shot out was like a huge wave. Fatty Xiao barely dodged the sword shadow that shot out. It was very dangerous. As long as there was just a slight difference, the terrifying sword shadow would penetrate Fatty Xiao's entire chest.
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Although he was able to hold on temporarily, Fatty Xiao could only dodge and had no chance to resist.
Seeing this scene, the faces of Jian Xue and others in the distance changed, and they came out with swords in an attempt to support Fatty Xiao.
Seeing this, Murong Yu shook his head slightly and snorted coldly, and his overwhelming pressure blocked the steps of Jian Xue and others, unable to cross even half a step.
"In a completely passive situation, if this continues, the true energy in the body will inevitably be exhausted, and at that time, it will only be at the mercy of others!" Fatty Xiao looked at the increasingly dense sword shadows with a solemn expression, and the pressure on him became more and more intense.
big.
"In such a mess, it's better to fight to the death!" In an instant, Fatty Xiao stopped shaking, and his drooping Aoshi Sword was raised again, shooting straight out to meet the incoming sword shadow.
Bang bang! There was a dull sound, and Fatty Xiao's figure was directly knocked away, and a mouthful of blood spattered out.
"It's over!" Murong Yu said with a faint smile, his stretched out right hands gradually clasped together, and the shadows of his swords phantomed into ten, hundreds, and thousands, densely packed, filling the entire void. Fatty Xiao had nowhere to hide.
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The pressure around him increased in vain. Fatty Xiao sighed slightly: "Only the power of burning souls!"
However, at this moment, a strange sound suddenly appeared in the void: "Crack!"