The power of the Fengya Sword suddenly changed, from the gentle breeze and drizzle before to a fierce storm. The cyan aura output from the one hundred and fifty patterns also suddenly strengthened, making the illusory light and shadow around Yue Yu become more and more intense.
The hair was clear and real. Correspondingly, as his movements accelerated, the sweat on his forehead began to fall like raindrops. The wound also spurted out a trace of blood due to the violent movement.
"Is this the third form of the Guangling Absolute Sword?"
Gong Zhi's expression was a little in disbelief. He felt that the fluctuation of spiritual power here was extremely weak. Not to mention the first three moves of Guangling's Absolute Sword, even some ordinary secret sword techniques in Guangling Sect were incomparable.
superior.
But if you think about it carefully, in Guangling Mountain, apart from Yue Yu in front of you, I am afraid that no one else can hurt the demon king Cang Wu.
And the image of Guangling Sanren Yu Lingxiao projected by those one hundred and fifty patterns is undoubtedly a circumstantial evidence.
"I didn't expect that the founder would still have such a backup plan. We need the real Guangling Absolute Sword to draw out the power he left behind! Sure enough, God will not stop our Guangling Sect, and the sect will be prosperous!"
Gong Zhi's fingers were trembling slightly, and the traces of happiness and surprise, mixed with a bit of worry, were flowing through his body like electricity.
Then his expression changed again. He looked outside the palace and saw several figures rushing towards the sword. The leader was a young and handsome man.
"Xin Yu? I remember that he was stationed at Heyang Peak. He came here in such a hurry. This person is indeed what Junior Brother Nong said. I'm afraid he is a little weird."
Without even thinking about it, Gong Zhi waved out a powerful magic power and directly blocked these people back. He shouted coldly: "What are you doing here? Why don't you go back and stay at your place?"
The moment Gong Zhi finished speaking, Yue Yu behind him let out a muffled groan again. Hundreds of tiny wounds appeared on the skin all over his body, the length of which was an inch or two, but the smaller ones were only a few centimeters in length.
The splattered blood completely dyed the Taoist robe on his body red. It was as if there was an extremely powerful pressure in Yue Yu's body, which finally made his body overwhelmed.
Duanmuhan clenched his fists, and his nails almost pierced into his flesh. She also knew that whether Yue Yu could complete this sword technique was really related to the survival of their Guangling Sect, but seeing Yue Yu in such a miserable state, she really couldn't restrain herself.
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Gong Zhi frowned, walked to Zhan Xue, and sighed tentatively with his fingers. As soon as he got within ten feet of Yue Yu, a cloud of blood mist burst out from Gong Zhi's fingertips.
When Duanmuhan saw this, his eyes suddenly opened, and his heart sank to the bottom of his heart. Gong Zhi was stunned for a long time, and finally sighed: "Sure enough! I don't know the reason for this, but the backlash of this Guangling sword style
His strength should be extremely strong. Stopping him rashly will only harm him. Only by successfully performing this sword style can Xiaoyu have a chance of survival!"
Yue Yu's right leg once again burst out with a wound. This time, although the bone was deep and visible, there was almost no excess blood flowing out. His complexion was purple-gold and his skin was pale. Only Yue Yu's eyes were still shining.
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"The fourth move just now can't hurt you anymore, so what if this fifth move can kill you from heaven to earth?"
In the tens of thousands of feet of cloud sky outside Guangling Mountain, dozens of purple wooden roots at Cang Wu's feet suddenly broke. And then, just as the light of the blood-colored spiritual array dimmed slightly, a cloud of blood appeared again.