Xia Yu took two deep breaths, and while moving forward in disguise, he looked back at Yang Feiyu, the swordsman in white.
After running away for several days and nights, the energy and physical strength in his body were almost too much to bear.
Some time ago, in order to speed up my cultivation, I didn't save any spiritual stones.
In fact, he didn't expect that the chase and escape would last so long.
Originally, his energy reserve was very strong.
After all, two thousand small worlds have been activated. Even after compression, there are still 1,700 small worlds. The full energy is extremely terrifying.
It can be said that even the total amount of Yuan Power of three or five top half-saints is definitely not as good as Xia Yu.
But Xia Yu's enemy is a saint.
He didn't dare to stop even one step, let alone absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.
In order not to be caught by the saint, he had to use all his strength every time, and the amount of energy he consumed was terrifying.
In the past few days, his energy has almost bottomed out.
However, he still didn't dare to stop even a step.
He has not yet thought of any way to kill this sword master.
The only possibility now is to let the Sword Master enter the Fentian Furnace and let the Fentian Furnace refine him.
However, how could a majestic swordsman be plotted by him?
After all, the gap in strength is here. Unless the sword master is willing, there is nothing he can do.
Yang Feiyu, the swordsman in white, was still calm at this moment, waiting quietly for Xia Yu to exhaust all his energy.
At that time, Xia Yu naturally became meat on the chopping board, allowing him to take whatever he wanted.
He could tell that Xia Yu was at the end of his strength.
However, Xia Yu is still holding on.
At this time, Yang Feiyu was in a good mood. He wanted to see how long this little guy could last.
Xia Yu also complained secretly, like this, he can't hold on for long, what should he do?
Just when Xia Yu's mind was spinning and he couldn't find an escape, suddenly, a stream of light stopped in front of Xia Yu.
That's a sword boat.
However, it was not Xia Yu's ship, but Tang Wanqing's ship.
When Xia Yu looked up, he saw Tang Wanqing, Xia Ya and Xia Lei.
"Why are you here? Run away!" Xia Yu said immediately.
However, Xia Ya was faster and blocked Xia Yu directly.
A wall of fire blocked Xia Yu's back, causing the swordsman in white to stop abruptly.
The moment the wall of fire appeared, the surrounding space froze instantly.
Hexagonal ice crystals appeared all around.
Xia Yu was stunned, Xia Ya's cultivation seemed to have improved a lot.
Yang Feiyu didn't expect that this frozen little girl would actually come back to life again.
He thought that in that case, she would definitely die.
Sure enough, there are many secrets among these people.
Watching Xia Lei quietly come to Xia Yu's side, the sword master in white said calmly: "Do you want to give you some time to leave your last words?"
Xia Yu ignored him, but said anxiously to Xia Ya: "What are you two doing back here? Leave quickly!"
Xia Ya shook her head and said, "Brother, if Xiaoya doesn't leave, let's kill him together."
"That's a saint?" Xia Yu was speechless for a while.
"Saint? Oh, if it was in the previous life, even the world lord could just wave his hand to destroy it."
Xia Yu didn't say anything. What is the Realm Lord?
He has never heard of it, but it must be better than a saint.
It's just that you said it was in the past life. That was before, and we can't fight it now.
"Xiao Lei, take Xiaoya and leave, I will stop him."
Xia Lei shook his head slightly.
"Senior Yang, you said before that as long as he hands over the sword fetus, you will spare his life. Are you serious about this?" Tang Wanqing said suddenly.
"Okay, but I want this boy's skills and the girl's cold fire as compensation." Yang Feiyu said calmly.
Tang Wanqing was stunned for a moment. These techniques and flames were personal secrets. It would be difficult for Xia Yu to give them to him.
Xia Yu smiled coldly and said, "Miss Tang, I don't need you to take care of me. You go back and tell my adoptive mother that I can't fulfill my filial piety."
Tang Wanqing was speechless, are you driving me away?
I'm just standing here, do you think this sword master dares to kill me?
If I leave, you will die miserably.
This bastard doesn’t understand good people’s hearts!
"You think I want to take care of you, if not Aunt Xue?"
"Okay, you talk a lot of nonsense. Do you want to leave or not? Today, my three brothers and sisters are advancing and retreating together. What happened to the saint? We slaughter the saint!"
Xia Yu was extremely proud.
Tang Wanqing was dumbfounded. This guy was really talking shamelessly.
Who do you think you are?
It's not that there are no cases of half-saints defying heaven and slaying saints, it's just that there are very few of them.
This is rarer than someone becoming a saint.
According to the records of Wanbao Pavilion, in the past 100,000 years, half-saints have defied heaven and slaughtered saints only three times.
Moreover, they all happened to the peerless geniuses from Middle-earth China.
You must know that all saints are ants. Even the top semi-saints are as far apart from the saints as they are in heaven and earth.
A half-saint who can defy the heavens and slay saints must have the qualifications of a great emperor, or at worst the half-emperor level.
In a hundred thousand years, those three geniuses who killed saints are now the most famous Half-Emperors in the Middle-earth China.
Under the Emperor, invincible!
Now you tell me that you want to defy heaven and kill the saint?
That's not how you brag, right?
"Brother, killing the saint is just a small matter." Xia Ya said lightly.
Xia Lei nodded in agreement.
The sword master in white across from Bing Jing burst into laughter.
At this moment, he felt like he had heard the biggest joke in the world.
Even if he is only a first-level sword master, the offensive power of the sword master is the strongest. Even if he is a second-level saint, he can still fight.
You are a little guy, just a top-level semi-saint, and you still say you want to kill the saint.
Not to mention just the three of you, even thirty of you can't make him actually draw his sword.
"Come, I'll wait for you to slaughter the saint!" Yang Feiyu suppressed his smile and became extremely calm.
"Okay, get ready, I'm ready to take action!" Xia Yu shouted and said, "Xiaoya, Xiaolei, let's take action together."
Xia Ya and Xia Lei nodded together.
"Bang!"
The two sounds turned into one, and Xiaoya and Xiaolei couldn't help but turn to look at Xia Yu at the same time.
"Brother, you're here again, and you're leaving Xiaoya again."
After speaking, Xia Ya and Xia Lei slowly fell down.
Xia Yu grabbed the two of them with both hands, threw it directly towards the sword boat behind, and said: "Miss Tang, help me take away my brother and sister. I, Xia Yu, owe you a big favor. If you can't repay it in this life, you tell me."
Foster mother, my foster mother will definitely thank you!"
The next moment, Xia Yu swayed, crossed the ice crystal, and rushed towards the sword master in white.
The fighting spirit is burning!
Use your body as a furnace!
Zulong Wuliang Fist!
A thousand superpositions!
In an instant, without hurting anyone, cracks appeared on Xia Yu's body and blood gushed out.
For the first time, he used a thousand superpositions.
He had calculated that this should be the limit that his body could bear.
As soon as the fist came out, the void in front of Xia Yu was shattered like a mirror.
The void with a radius of ten feet turned into a pitch-black black hole.
As Xia Yu's fist advanced, the black hole became larger and larger.
Countless chaotic energy surged out, causing Xia Yu's long hair to flutter.
Seeing this scene, Tang Wanqing was stunned.
This punch is so strong!
The power of this punch would probably hurt some saints with weaker bodies.
As expected, the sword master in white across from him was also a little surprised.
"Yes, the power of this punch is not small. It's a pity that you have to prove the Tao with all your strength!"
The sword master in white flashed past lightly and said calmly: "Prove the Tao completely through force. In fact, he is just a barbarian and can only use brute force."
"Also, your power is too spread out and looks magnificent, but it's just a waste of energy."
"A saint, the only reason to be called a saint is not just for the great achievements. Let me show you what it means to be a saint!"
Yang Feiyu stretched out his sword finger and tapped it lightly.
The sword pointed at Xia Yu's fist in the blink of an eye.
The next moment, everything within a radius of dozens of feet was completely dark.