Yang Yide's words were conclusive, as if he was making a lot of sense, but no matter how you listen to these words, they still make people feel so cruel.
Extrapolating from this, Feng Jueyu suddenly realized that although Yang Yide had not yet had a deep demonic heart and still maintained an ordinary person's rationality, in fact, the old man's mind had been affected by the demonic aura.
At the extreme level of magical power, he used his own mind to control demonic thoughts and became a half-demon, half-human body. But because of this, Yang Yide became more terrifying than the demon.
Real demons like to kill and destroy, but they are already real demons after all. To put it bluntly, they are just like animals in nature, and they are not actually that scary.
But Yang Yide is a true demon with independent consciousness. He possesses all the evil thoughts and desires in humans. He ignores all rules of good and evil. He is who he is. In order to break through and become a god, Yang Yide can do anything, and
The most fundamental advantage of demons is that they always act based on their likes and dislikes. Even when it comes to cultivation, it is as simple, direct, and convenient as possible.
In the final analysis, Yang Yide is a big devil with no humanity but extremely high IQ. A person like him will not have a sense of guilt. However, he is also extremely smart. Such a person becomes very difficult to deal with.
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"Looks like it's my turn this time."
Looking at Yang Yide who had swallowed his soul, Feng Jueyu's whole body tensed up. He pinched the seal knot with his left hand and changed several gestures in succession. Before Yang Yide could take action, several formation talismans flew out from his palm one after another.
It fell on the bluestone floor tiles.
"Array?"
Yang Yide licked his lips and smiled softly: "Feng Jueyu, I know that your formation skills are outstanding, but if you want to defeat me, you are still a little too young."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Yide took the initiative to launch an offensive. The small sword hanging above his palm had been there for some time, and it seemed that it had accumulated a huge amount of dark origin power. He shook his wrist slightly, flipped his palm, and in an instant
The main hall was filled with wind and thunder, and everyone was affected by the sword. A surge of dark origin power quickly converged and rushed towards the Qiyan Saber.
The sword became pitch black and transparent in the blink of an eye, as bright as pearls and jade. However, the pure black color of the sword made Feng Jueyu's mind agitated and gave him a faint feeling of uneasiness.
"Whoa!"
The sky pendant swings horizontally, blocking his chest, and thousands of swords and swords gather to form a wall, blocking all the paths pointed by the blade.
It wasn't Feng Jueyu who was vigilant first, but Tian Shui Jian's active consciousness. Xu Na's sword soul brought it too many surprises. Even Tian Shui Jian realized that something was wrong.
Feng Jueyu stood tensely behind the sky drop, and beads of sweat began to form on his forehead. He looked at the bright and transparent tip of the knife with a little bit of deep cold light, and involuntarily activated his consciousness to resist the sharpness of the knife.
The space formed solidifies.
That's right, the demonic energy pointed by the blade has begun to affect the laws of space, and seems to be preparing to imprison him in the hall, and he is not allowed to move at all.
This is the power of the sword's will, the will of the sword, and also the will of Yang Yide.
With just one move, he was ready to go and unleashed such powerful power, how could Feng Jueyu not be surprised.
Fortunately, his spiritual cultivation has made great progress recently. After some adjustments, he jumped out of that powerful imprisonment with great difficulty. When Feng Jueyu felt his whole body relax, Qiyan Saber Soul
It has turned into a black stream of light, like a fallen piece of light flashing under the sky, holding a long tail of black flames and shooting from the sky.
"call out!"
The sword's luck was flying, as fast as lightning and thunderbolts. In the bright hall, countless fine spatial cracks appeared inexplicably, spreading out like spider webs.
"Falling from the sky!"
Feng Jueyu let out a cry of surprise, and retreated backwards. But when he moved, he realized that he was so close to the Demon King mural, and soon his back was pressed against the cold wall.
, with his body slightly stagnant, the Heavenly Falling Sword burst out with thousands of sword beams, and met the sword in the air.
"Boom!"
A deafening roar sounded, and the tip of the sword stabbed steadily into the rough sword body that was swinging sideways from the sky.
Now Feng Jueyu is still unable to find out whether the sword spirit is made by some kind of sword spirit. He always feels that the sword spirit is extremely powerful and does not seem to be an ownerless thing. Moreover, the actual result is inseparable from his analysis.
When the sword soul touched the sky, a huge energy that shattered the earth began to emanate from the two artifacts. Thick layers of energy ripples spread out, forming an inexplicably powerful wind that blew Feng Jueyu's robe.
The sound was so violent that it was extremely difficult to even open my eyes.
The spiritual light on the Skyfall Sword suddenly decreased sharply at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the sword body buzzed continuously, as if it was somewhat invincible.
When this scene appeared, Feng Jueyu was dumbfounded. Even the most powerful Skyfall Sword could not block the sword's blow, let alone his weak mortal body.
"What a powerful sword. Is this the Qiyan Sword?"
Feng Jueyu opened his mouth wide. He felt the sorrowful howl of the falling weapon spirit, which seemed to be calling his master, asking him for help and crying. Soon, the shock was replaced by anger, and Feng Jueyu roared.
, he slapped the wall of the Demon King's mural with both palms, and the shock came from the wall.
"Snapped!"
He stretched out his hand to grab the fallen sword. Two divine weapons were fighting in the air. Although nothing could be seen from the outside, as soon as he took the hilt of the sword, a powerful trembling force suddenly came out from the sword body.
Feng Jueyu's mouth was numb, and for a moment, he was unable to hold the hilt of the Tianzhui sword.
"What a powerful force..."
Feng Jueyu's heart was as cold as ice, and his heart was extremely shocked.
The small shock caused by the Tianshui sword body formed an inexplicably powerful shock force. Even a master like himself could not interfere with this shock force. This shows that the power of the sword is very strong.
It was very difficult to resist the falling sword, and with this kind of power, one had to wait until the power of the sword was exhausted before he could take the falling sword back. Otherwise, his power would have to be even more terrifying than the sword.
Use the power of shock to forcibly retract the sky pendant.
It can be seen from this that Yang Yide's mediocre sword is already powerful enough to kill the powerful Qiankun in an instant. What kind of sword is this?
"No, I have to get the Sky Pendant back, otherwise over time, the weapon spirit of the Sky Pendant will be indelibly damaged."
Seeing the sharp tip of the knife spinning rapidly in the air like an awl, destroying the sword intent of the Sky Falling Sword, Feng Jueyu took a deep breath and activated the few dark sources in his body to use the Wu Nian Divine Art.
Wu Nian's technique is to control the gentle flow of demonic nature. On the premise of strengthening one's own origin, it will not invade the soul and trigger demonic nature.
Several days have passed, and the colorful energy storm on Feng Jueyu's body has become stronger and stronger. When his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, Feng Jueyu raised his eyebrows and flew towards the sky to grab the falling sword.
"Peng!"
A heavy concussive force swept over him, causing his whole body to tremble wildly. He felt that the muscles in his arms were cracked by the powerful force, and countless blood seeped out from the sleeves on his arms.
Holding back the pain, Feng Jueyu firmly grasped the hilt of Tianzhui's sword, bent his arms and swung it wildly, shouting "open".
Infinite sword intent pours into the Sky Pendant at will, and the Sky Pendant Sword glows with new vitality.
"Buzz!"
The sword edge provoked, and the sword spirit was finally pushed back by the falling force from the sky.
The eyes of Yang Yide, who had been unmoved on the opposite side, turned cold, and two cold black lights shot out from the depths of his pupils. He easily and freely stretched out his hand to catch the rewinding sword in the air, and his eyes became even deeper and colder.
"This broken sword of yours actually blocked the intention of the Qi Yan Saber. It is indeed extraordinary. There has never been a magical weapon in the world that can block the intention of the Qi Yan Saber. This sword is an exception. It seems to be a god-inherited sword. It’s a treasure.”
Yang Yide spoke in a calm tone, but his admiration was revealed unabashedly.
Yang Yide, who withdrew the sword, looked a little older. He clenched his palms and put the sword into his body. Then he moved and held a slender and sharp sword in his hand.
"It seems that I still underestimate you, but you will definitely die today."
After Yang Yide said this, he straightened his body and raised his sword to stab.
Looking at the black storm surging around Yang Yide, Feng Jueyu didn't dare to say a word. It was obvious that if he didn't have the Extreme Desire Magic Skill, maybe Yang Yide would just be an ordinary strong man of the Great Perfection of the Universe, but if he used the Extreme Desire Skill, With magical skills and the help of more than three hundred years of dark origin, Yang Yide at this moment is even more powerful than Futian back then.
He did not dare to be careless, recalling in his mind the hundred thousand sword intentions gained from watching the tide and enlightening the sword, he raised his sword and faced Yang Yide.
When the war started, the two of them would not hold back. In the empty hall, the two storms quickly collided, causing several violent roars.
Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding...
Countless colorful sword energy and cold sword energy exploded in the sky like firecrackers and then dispersed. The violent vibrations made the entire underground palace tremble. Countless gravels fell from the top of the palace, raising thick dust. Two lights, Then amidst the dust that blew up like sand, an earth-shattering battle began.
"Evil sword!"
"Cold Water Sword Technique!"
The two people in the air, after completing the first collision, were evenly matched and distanced themselves for a while, but neither of them retreated too far. As the subsequent waves of origin surged, the two of them were killed again.
one place.
One hundred thousand sword energy turned into a shocking current that drove straight through in the colorful splendor, causing resonance in the world.
The pillars in the main hall were shaking, the ground was trembling, and even the four walls of the ceiling were filled with roaring sounds. The vast and vast sword intent was as vast as the tide, and it seemed that there was no more sword intent in the world that could be matched.
However, a light appeared on the opposite side.
An extremely deep and indifferent cold light.
The cold light just appeared slightly, and the hundred thousand sword energy was instantly frozen like solid ice, like a wild dragon turned into an ice sculpture by the wind and snow.
The light did not slow down and headed straight for Feng Jueyu's chest.