Chapter three hundred and fifty seventh victory and defeat
Chapter 357 The winner is decided
Among the many miscellaneous notes about the Shifang Sect that Yue Yu had read, few described the specific ability limits of this important treasure.
However, Yue Yu could make a rough inference from just those few words.
——If it is in the hands of a monk in the Golden Core Realm, it will not be a problem to travel thousands of miles, break through space barriers, and travel to other worlds in short distances. And if it is in the hands of a monk in the Nascent Soul Realm, it can even travel with people closer to this world.
Establish a fixed connection channel with the ancient fragments. As for traveling through the turbulent flow of space, it is even easier.
Originally, Yue Yu was worried that if the Shifang Gate broke through the space barrier and introduced it into the space turbulence, it would be really troublesome. But now it seems that the space connected by the Shifang Gate can only be two or three at most.
It's only a hundred miles away. With Hua Xiren's current strength, he still can't exert one percent of the power of this super-grade magic weapon.
However, even if it is only one percent, the power of the Shifang Sect is still incomprehensible. Since Hua Xiren possesses this magic weapon, there is basically no possibility of losing.
Looking at Hua Xiren's still frightened expression, Yue Yu's expression showed no surprise or joy, and he fell into deep thought.
With the speed of Sanmiao Ruyi Lightning Needles, he can get back in an instant. However, the power of this set of lightning needles can at best enable him to protect himself. It seems a bit difficult to break through the Shifang Gate. Even the Guangling Sword,
It's also a little bit worse. No matter how powerful this sword technique is, if it is diverted by the Shifang Gate and cannot hit anyone, it will still be useless.
In fact, if you deal with it properly, there is absolutely no problem in fighting this battle in a defensive manner and finally getting a draw with no win or loss.
But since this battle is to shock the sects, then if it is just this, I am afraid it will not be enough——
At the moment when he was deep in thought, the crowd of people around him had already reacted from their astonishment, and then there was a crash.
"What the hell is going on? How come you disappeared just fine?"
"——It seems to be the Shifang Sect of Yunmeng Sect, but how is this possible?"
"This Hua Xiren is too despicable! People from the Yunmeng Sect are all like this——"
"I think Junior Brother Yue is in a bad situation in this battle. With this treasure here, Junior Brother has no chance of winning. Unless that guy is stupid himself——"
Is there any chance of winning?
Yue Yu's thoughts settled, and he burst out laughing. For the first time, his eyes showed a hint of seriousness. In a snap of his fingers, he summoned the Sad Sound Sword in the Sumeru Ring.
And just when everyone was stunned for a while, the three-foot-long sword buzzed, making bursts of cold and mournful sword sounds.
"Is it the Sorrowful Seven Hatreds Seven Killings Sound-killing Sword?"
Hearing this first note, Nong Yishan on the steps subconsciously said something bad. Just when he was about to say something to order all the disciples of the sect to retreat ten miles away, he saw everyone near the Qingtiao Stone Square.
Everyone watching the battle had a blank look on their faces. Only those who were closer frowned and then voluntarily retreated several hundred feet away.
Looking at this scene, Nong Yishan's eyes suddenly glowed and he gave up his plan to stand up.
"Within a thousand feet, the sound of the sword is strong and shocking. But from a thousand feet away, you can't hear the slightest sound. This is the method of binding the sound! Xiaoyu, a kid, has actually practiced this set of sword skills to the point where he can send and receive the sword at will and control it.
The degree of ease. I had forgotten that the seven-hate seven-kill sound-killing knife he created is exactly what it is used to do to deal with the fake elixir monk who cannot fully control the Shifang Sect——"
Then his gaze shifted to Yue Yu's sword. This sad sound sword could be said to be of the same origin as the one that shattered last time, but there seemed to be more than a dozen sound arrays in it, and some deletions were made.
, which is more in line with the Sorrowful Sound-killing Knife.
This sword does not seem to be bought from outside, and Yue Yu did not ask anyone from Yurong Mountain to help. It seems that he probably refined it himself. Although this child is proficient in formations and has strong soul power, this refining technique,
But it’s not just these two qualities that are required.
Hua Xiren was re-arranging his formation, and then he heard only waves of buzzing sounds, penetrating into his ears. Just the first syllable evoked endless sadness in his heart. The hallucinations in his eyes were reborn.
, thinking of the sad things he had experienced in his life, and his soul was even more shaken.
He had gone through hundreds of battles, and now he was even more frightened. Almost subconsciously, he protected a ring-shaped magic weapon on the top of his head, and then he felt better.
But at this moment, the unfinished flag array in front of him emitted bursts of explosions, and projectiles flew away one after another.
Yue Yu's eyes were cold, and the sound of the sword was turned twice, venting the resentment and murderous intention in his heart, and bursts of explosions were heard around Hua Xiren. Those outside the field who could not hear the sound became more and more angry.
It's inexplicable. Those with higher cultivation levels all saw some clues, but they were even more surprised.
Hua Xiren's face turned pale again for a while, and he stared at the exquisite long knife beside Yue Yu.
Although the sound of the sword was pleasant to the ear, it was made up of a mixture of countless small and large sound waves. Although he tried his best, he could only barely block the invasion of the sound of the sword. But in addition to this, there was Yue Yu who was coming directly.
Although there was no direct contact with the sword intention, it made his soul waver again.
Immediately afterwards, the voice became stronger again, rising by a whole scale, and there was another round of sad and sorrowful sounds. The ring-shaped magic weapon on Hua Xiren's head suddenly appeared cracks, which was a sign that it could no longer hold up.
He could only use the green ribbon to temporarily protect his body.
At this moment, it's not that Hua Xiren has never thought about using the Shifang Sect again, but this thing consumes a lot of mana. Hua Xiren's cultivation level is not enough to support it. The reason why it can be used is that the Shifang Sect itself can be used.
To be able to gather spiritual power, he only needs to use his own magic power to guide him. However, even if it is just this guidance, the magic power consumed makes him feel overwhelmed!
"That's all. If you survive four turns, wouldn't it mean that I, Duanmu Han, am incompetent?"
On the left side of the steps, Duanmu smiled coldly. Shen Ruxin, who was next to her, frowned when he heard this and said in confusion: "Uncle Duanmu, what is the name of Junior Brother Yue's sound attack technique? I see this power,
At least it’s above level four——”
"Fourth level? Even I have to deal with his sound attack technique with all my strength. What level do you think it is?"
Duanmuhan first spoke with disdain, then shook his head and replied: "Xiao Yu calls this sword technique the Sorrow, Seven Hatreds, Seven Kills, and the Sound-killing Saber. He created it himself."
Shen Ruxin's pupils suddenly shrank. When Zhang Jinfeng heard this, his face became even more excited. He looked at Yue Yu with shining eyes, thinking that her cousin was indeed more powerful than she imagined.
Almost the same conversation also took place in the center of the steps. The red-haired old man had a gloomy look on his face: "Master Nong, I, Yan Zhi, have been well-informed in the past thousand years, but this sound sword technique has never been used before.
I have never heard of it. It has a long staying power, and the sound and meaning are harmonious. I think it is at least above the third grade, but I don’t know who created it?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the other two Nascent Soul cultivators also had complex expressions on their faces, looking like they were listening.
When Nong Yishan heard this, he smiled calmly: "Yan Daoyou is kidding! No matter how powerful this sword technique is, it can't compare to Guizong's Xiaozhutian Sijiu Guiyuanshao. It's nothing. As for the origin, it's not me, Nong Yishan."
Yi Shan doesn’t want to say it, but it involves the secrets of our Guangling Sect and is inconvenient to reveal."
The red-haired old man was not surprised, but looking at the battle situation in front of him, it was really hard to get rid of the gloom in his heart. He could only force a smile and said: "I haven't congratulated your sect yet. After restoring the Guangling Absolute Sword, there are more
A legacy——"
Exiting the center of the Bluestone Square, the sound of the sword finally climbed up again, starting the fourth turn!
In an instant, the ribbon in front of Hua Xiren burst into pieces. His expression changed drastically, and at the moment when the ring of magic weapon above his head was on the verge of collapse, he stepped into the door in front of him. Then the three-person-high circular
The arch suddenly disappeared from everyone's eyes.
Yue Yu narrowed his eyes slightly and looked to his left side. Sure enough, after a while, he saw a thousand feet away, high in the sky, out of the reach of his sound sword. Hua Xiren came out of the void without any warning.
He stepped out and looked over in shock.
Yue Yu smiled, and coincidentally, all the 365 Three Wonderful Ruyi Thunder Needles returned to his side. Together with the Fengluan Sword and the Beiyin Sword, they were collected into the Sumeru Ring. Then they were collected without any trace.
Without hesitation, he turned around and walked towards Duanmuhan.
He is not unable to deal with the Shifang Sect. The five-color divine light he has learned from the third grade of junior high school can restrain and seize almost any magic weapon in the world. If it is controlled by those golden elixir monks and Nascent Soul old monsters, Yue Yu's cultivation is not enough.
There was nothing he could do. But if it was an opponent with a talent in the false elixir realm, he could easily make the Shifang Sect escape from the opponent's control.
But so what if you take it away? I'm afraid that it will probably be returned to Yunmeng Sect. If you expose your trump card for this, it is really not worth it. Today's battle can end here.
Seeing Yue Yu leave, Hua Xiren's eyes suddenly flashed with anger, knowing that this was the other party, and he no longer wanted to fight with him again.
Almost instinctively, he wanted to call those formation flags into his hands. However, he paused just halfway through the movement. Looking at Yue Yu's back, he was unable to take action.
At this moment, Hua Xiren was unscathed and only lost a few magic weapons. But if the victory or defeat between the two parties was not decided, even he himself could not say it.
In fact, if it were not for the Shifang Sect, he would have died at least countless times by now. Just now, he couldn't stand the attack of the sword sound and took the initiative to escape.
——And what if it were an actual battle? I'm afraid that most of the time, I would be helpless. With the reach of this sound attack technique, I wouldn't even be able to get close to the opponent within thirty miles!
In today's battle, I was still at a disadvantage after all——
At this time, on the steps, the teacher surnamed Li also sighed softly: "Master Nong, this Yue Yu, do you really plan to let him enter the Ziyun Immortal Mansion?"