"You can bully me, but you can't bully my brother!"
Young Master Yu yelled at the top of his voice. It was obvious that he had given up everything. It seemed that for him, if he saw his brother who truly cared for him die in front of him, he would be the one he would rather die.
“Don’t overestimate your capabilities!”
As soon as Mo Xing raised his hand, the sword light moved as fast as lightning. The golden light instantly obscured Young Master Yu's sight. He felt that the flying sword in his hand began to break into pieces like paper, and his whole person was even more shocked by this.
Wrapped in the sword light, countless small and deep scars appeared all over his body, which hurt to the bone marrow.
When he fell to the ground, he had become a bloody man, with bright red constantly spurting out from his body.
"Brother Yu!" Yuan Futu's eyes widened, and bloodshot eyes covered the entire white of his eyes from the periphery of his pupils. His figure flashed and came to the side of Young Master Yu, and asked in surprise: "How are you doing?!"
Young Master Yu's breath was extremely weak. Although he did not hurt Yuanshenhai, there were hundreds of wounds on his body that made him almost speechless in pain. He also lost any ability to move. He just said vaguely: "
You...go...back to the sect!"
"We have to leave, let's go together!" Yuan Futu held Young Master Yu's hand hard and felt the warmth of the blood.
Mo Xing walked over with a sneer, "Don't worry, I have always been compassionate and will let you go to hell together."
Those words of compassion came from his mouth, but they had a strong flavor of ridicule.
"Wait for me!"
Yuan Futu stood up slowly and glared at Mo Xing. He felt deeply regretful in his heart. He should not have had any scruples in the first place. If he had done his best from the beginning, then Young Master Yu would not have suffered this hardship.
"Anyone who dares to oppose me, Mo Xing, will only die."
As soon as Mo Xing raised his hand, the golden sword light that was several feet long was condensed again.
"I'm afraid you won't be able to use this sword."
As he spoke, Yuan Futu's right palm moved forward slowly, as if pushing a huge boulder, and the seven full divine soul water droplets suspended in the sea of souls immediately burned and evaporated, transforming into extremely powerful divine soul power from the palm of his hand.
Come out through the hair.
In terms of soul, his realm is even stronger, almost reaching the upper level of perfection.
Mo Xing was about to take action, but he clearly felt a pressure coming over him, penetrating the body and hitting the deepest part of the soul. This feeling was like countless blades slashing at the body without any defense.
His body felt like a thorn covered with barbs was tugging at the inside of his skin.
The heart-wrenching pain made his face suddenly turn pale, and fine beads of sweat soaked through his body. Suddenly, he found that he could no longer move, let alone condense his world energy.
Taixuan Sword seemed to have lost control, and its light suddenly dimmed, finally showing the original appearance of the flying sword and falling to the ground.
"You...you are actually a spiritual cultivator!!!"
Mo Xing never imagined that Yuan Futu could hide so deeply. Even considering his attainments as a swordsman, he was still outstanding among his fellow sects, let alone this divine soul.
He chose dual cultivation before he even reached the Golden Immortal level. This kind of cultivation method was something Mo Xing had never seen before. Either he was a fool who didn't understand anything, or he was a genius who could understand everything.
And Yuan Futu falls precisely into the latter category.
Young Master Yu's serious injury made him really angry, and he did not hesitate to burn seven divine soul water drops to use this soul-shattering palm. The soul-suppressing effect was immediately and vividly displayed on him.
Although he tried his best, Yuan Futu understood that it was impossible to completely trap a Golden Immortal, so his time was limited.
"Forbidden Blood Explosion Technique!"
The clenched left fist hit his chest hard, and a dense mist of blood spurted out from his body. All Yuan Futu had to do was to strike with all his strength and kill Mo Xing!
"You can't kill me! If you kill me, Master will definitely not let you go!" Mo Xing seemed to feel the fear again when he was pressed under Yuan Futu at Qinglu Cliff.
"So what if I kill you? If you don't come back, you can't do anything to me!"
Yuan Futu had no scruples, roared angrily, condensed a Nine Tribulations Sword and blasted it straight through Mo Xing's left chest.
Mo Xing screamed hoarsely. The severe pain in his body greatly weakened the control of his soul. He immediately took out something from his arms and threw it forward.
Yuan Futu was startled, and he swung out three completed tribulation swords. However, he suddenly hit an invisible wall while moving, and his movement was immediately slowed down.
"Defensive Immortal Weapon!"
This was the first time Yuan Futu had seen an immortal weapon with such effectiveness. He saw a broken tortoise shell suspended in mid-air, faintly emitting a green light. It was obviously used to save his life.
Mo Xing's body was seriously injured, but he knew that Yuan Futu's lethality was far greater than his, so he rushed into the dark cave behind him without saying a word, intending to escape.
"Don't even think about leaving!"
Yuan Futu was furious. Of course he would not let Mo Xing go so easily, but he could not let Young Master Yu stay here alone.
Looking back, he helped Young Master Yu up and looked at his injuries. Although the physical aspect was serious, if treated in time, there should be no life threat. Fortunately, Young Master Yu had prepared enough elixirs before leaving, and picked them up from the storage bag.
He quickly found the emergency elixir and drank it first.
"We are going back to the sect now. That guy Mo Xing should also escape and go back to find you. This debt must be settled with him!" Yuan Futu carried Young Master Yu on his back and quickly left here with his flying sword.
A demon cave.
In the void, Mo Xing fled in embarrassment. The destructive power of the Nine Tribulations Sword was so powerful that it was impossible to stop the bleeding in his damaged body. His face turned gray and his vision began to blur. He didn't know how long it took.
I saw the Wanshen Sect nestled in the clouds and mist.
If Yuan Futu were to expose this matter, the blame he would suffer would not be exempted even if his family intervened, so the only idea was to go to Jun Buhui and ask the master to solve the matter.
Stumbling to the peak of no return, he half-knelt in front of the hall and shouted: "Master, save me!"
Without looking back, you immediately came to him, frowned deeply, swallowed the emergency elixir for him, and said, "What's going on?"