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
If you want to be destroyed, then just surrender obediently!" The coercion filled the air, and Murong Yu's words set off a wave of space, but this wave seemed 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 [Meng Shui] is 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 spiritual 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 loyal and honest: "Perhaps it is this belief that allowed you, who was originally mediocre, to find a different path.
A different path than those before us!”
"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 shot out with excitement.
"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 the 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 heaven and 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 fell with 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 Spirit Emperor sword shadow condensed out. Dozens of Spirit Emperor sword shadows circled around to meet those roaring people.
The afterimage of.
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.
The incoming sword shadow was like a huge wave. Fatty Xiao barely dodged the incoming sword shadow. It was very dangerous. As long as there was just a slight difference, the terrifying sword shadow would penetrate through Fatty Xiao's body.
The whole chest has no breasts.
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 spiritual energy in the body will inevitably be exhausted, and at that time, it will be at the mercy of others!" Fatty Xiao looked at the increasingly dense sword shadows with a solemn expression, and the pressure on him was also increasing.
The bigger.
"In such a mess, it's better to fight to the death!" In an instant, Fatty Xiao's swaying figure stopped, and his drooping Aoshi Sword was raised again, shooting straight out to meet the fierce 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!"
"Kacha!" A strange sound suddenly appeared in the void.
The pressure of heaven and earth trembled in vain at this moment, and the chain transformed by the sword energy made a clear clicking sound and broke.
Click! Several more clicks were heard, and the densely packed sword energy chains in the void suddenly shattered.
The solidified void stirred up again, and the extremely strong sword energy prison collapsed as the chains broke.
Once the prison of sword energy collapses, the terrifying pressure around it will disappear.
With a moment of opportunity, Fatty Xiao immediately stepped back to avoid the sword shadow that was shooting towards him.
The sword light moved the sky, and Fatty Xiao swung his sword out, tearing apart the sword shadow behind him, and jumped out of Murong Yu's domain.
The broken sword energy chains lost control and turned into majestic waves of sword energy, spreading out.
Murong Yu's expression changed slightly. He waved his right hand and waved his sleeves. The moment he waved his sleeves, strong wind gathered at the tips of his five fingers. The fierce wind tore apart the incoming wave of sword energy.
"I want to run away!" Murong Yu stepped out, and in just a moment he chased behind Fatty Xiao. His right hand reached forward in vain, trying to hold Fatty Xiao's shoulders.
Whoosh! The sharp sound of breaking wind sounded again. Fatty Xiao in front suddenly bent down, and a black shadow passed over Fatty Xiao's back and shot directly at Murong Yu.
Bang! Murong Yu grabbed this figure with his right hand, and it turned out to be an elder from the Sword Temple.
Relying on the moment when Murong Yu's body froze, Fatty Xiao avoided the wave of sword energy around him and widened the distance between him and Murong Yu.
"Old guy, I haven't seen you for several years, but you are starting to bully the younger generation. This is not in line with your status!" A clear laughter appeared in the sky, and as the laughter spread out, the sword energy filled the sky
The wave stagnated in vain, and finally turned into nothingness.
This damn voice belongs to the fifth generation! Murong Yu suddenly raised his head and stared straight into the void in the distance with his sharp eyes.
The endless sea of fire was churning, spitting out tongues of fire, rendering the entire void blood red.
But at this moment, the churning sea of fire retreated strangely to both sides, and its flames were no longer as violent as before and became extremely docile.
Jian Mei frowned slightly. Although Murong Yu did not realize the magical power of fire, he actually felt the joy of the flames in the retreating flames. These flames seemed to welcome the arrival of the Emperor in Fire.
Several figures gradually emerged in the void, and the leader was a young man in white clothes. His clothes were as white as snow, which formed a sharp contrast with the blood-red sky.
A smile finally appeared on Fatty Xiao's tense face: "These guys really came in time!"
Lin Bing and others were also wild with surprise, looking at the white-clothed figure in the void in the distance with extremely hot expressions.
"It's not a good feeling to be tortured by this old guy!" Ye Shaohan chuckled, his eyes falling on Fatty Xiao, "Among the few people in the Spiritual Emperor realm, I am the only one whose cultivation has stagnated!"
Hearing this, Xiao Luoxue rolled her eyes at Ye Shaohan angrily. This guy asked again, if your strength has not improved, why would those in the Spiritual Emperor realm die under your sword?
"Being chased by this old guy for several days makes me feel a little aggrieved!" Fatty Xiao said helplessly, with a harmless smile on his lips.