The curtain of swords falling from the sky struck the opponent's imperial force with thunderous force, making a loud noise.
The extremely violent air waves shook like a heavy thermal explosion. All the houses and trees within a kilometer range collapsed and were instantly razed to the ground.
The birds and animals in the forest thousands of meters away panicked and fled towards the top of the mountain.
puff!
After the loud noise, Lu Yue and the old man flew out again at the same time. After they both hit the ground, there was no movement for a long time.
"How...how is it possible? You...what kind of sword skills are you doing?"
After a while, Ding Mu stood up from the ground with difficulty, an expression of disbelief on his face.
At this moment, his face was pale, his breath became extremely weak, there was a knife edge of tens of centimeters in his heart, and seven or eight bloody arrows shot out.
He never expected that Lu Yue could activate such a level of sword skills. The sword strike just now was so overbearing that it made him feel panic in his heart.
Although this sword did not kill him directly, it had obviously severely injured him, and his combat strength was less than one-fifth.
This is because Lu Yue's current cultivation level is a bit low, and he can only activate 50% to 60% of the power of Ba Dao Jue. Otherwise, even if he has ten lives, it will not be enough to die.
"Bad Sword Judgment!"
Lu Yue slowed down on the ground for a while and then got up. He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and spoke lightly.
Although he severely injured the opponent with one blow, he was obviously also counterattacked by the power of Ba Dao Jue.
However, fortunately, while Ling Hao was practicing Ba Sword Art during this period, he vaguely understood how to better channel the counterattack and taught him.
Therefore, his injury was not very serious, and it was much better than when Ling Hao initiated the Tyrant Sword Duel for the first time.
"Huh?!" After hearing Lu Yue's words, Ding Mu's face was full of horror: "Are you talking about the sword sect's sword technique that has been lost for hundreds of years?"
"Congratulations, you got the answer right!" Lu Yue shrugged his shoulders.
"So that's it!" A look of relief flashed across Ding Mu's face: "As expected of the once super sect's sect-suppressing secrets, it truly deserves its reputation!"
"You're not bad either!" Lu Yue strolled towards the other party as he spoke: "I was a little surprised that you could still stand and talk to me after you stabbed me hard!"
call!
Ding Mu didn't reply, took a deep breath, turned around and ran away behind him.
He is very aware of his current situation. The most he can do is mobilize the combat power of the War Emperor Realm. He cannot be Lu Yue's opponent. If he doesn't run away, his life will be lost!
However, he obviously thought too much. Lu Yue had already sentenced him to death in his heart, so how could he let him run away.
In his current situation, his teleportation speed had dropped to more than half, and before he could run for a while, Lu Yue chased him to within a hundred meters.
Then, Lu Yue flipped his wrist, and an arc-shaped sword slashed out like lightning.
"Huh?!" After Ding Mu sensed the murderous intention coming from behind him, his whole body trembled and his pupils shrank sharply.
He deliberately tried to dodge, but it was already too late. After running a few more steps, the sword flashed past his waist.
Boom! Boom!
The upper and lower parts of the body collapsed on the ground one after another, blood spurted out, and the flesh and blood were blurred.
His eyes were as big as ping pong balls, and his face was full of unwillingness and unwillingness to remain silent.
I'm afraid he never dreamed that one day, he would die in the hands of a young man under thirty years old, and his cultivation level was one and a half levels lower than his own!
