Even if the formation was broken, the Blood Fiend was almost crushed by him, and even the seal on the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion was in tatters, which was enough to show the power of his attack just now.
However, his body is still entangled with strands of blood evil that cannot be dissipated, and there are many wounds. Many of the wounds are even being corroded by the blood evil or evil cultivators and monsters.
But as he stood there covered in blood, Yan Kuang felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet.
Soon, he shook off the inexplicable uneasiness and looked at Ye Wu, who was obviously very weak, his eyes gradually became cold.
"Pretentious!"
As he spoke, he stepped forward.
Ye Wuying also stepped forward very quickly.
The swords collided, and their figures almost became afterimages, leaving traces in the air.
Pan Ningyun watched coldly for a while, then quietly took out a snuff bottle and blew it gently in the direction of Ye Wu.
The light blue smoke came in an instant, and Ye Wu breathed it into his lungs without missing a beat.
His face changed slightly, and hallucinations began to appear in front of his eyes.
Yan Kuang's knife fell at this moment. He instinctively dodged, but was still slashed on the shoulder, almost shaving off the entire shoulder.
Ye Huang'er felt anxious, but now it was Ye Lu'er who stopped her.
Although Ye Lu'er also felt sorry for her brother, she didn't want to interfere at this time.
"Ah Wu said earlier that he would solve his own problems. Secondly... if he is injured, we will just kill them and take Ah Wu away."
Ye Huang'er looked at her in surprise.
This was the first time she saw the gentle and gentle Ye Luer making such a choice.
Was it really taught by the second sister herself?
Ye Huang'er was actually quite afraid of their good tempers.
They did not step forward to stop them, but the battle above continued.
Ye Wu got caught in the fog, and the hallucinations in front of his eyes were constantly intertwined with reality, which could easily affect his judgment.
Pan Ningyun's face turned pale after she exhaled the smoke, and she quickly stepped forward to attack Ye Wu together with Yan Kuang.
She had an order this time. If she could kill Ye Wu, she must kill him.
So she channeled all her original power and turned it into that poisonous mist.
The poisonous mist will continue to attack Ye Wu, and even if he can resist it, he will definitely be affected.
As long as his combat effectiveness continues to decline, they can kill him.
And Ye Wu's situation is indeed not good.
He obviously went to attack Pan Ningyun, but the attack fell into the air, and Pan Ningyun and Yan Kuang's attacks took the opportunity to land on him.
He groaned, and the will of destruction in his body circulated, constantly consuming the toxins, while avoiding the sharp edges and fighting with them.
He needs to get rid of this poison first.
Yan Kuang and Pan Ningyun both knew that he was stalling for time, and their men's attacks were gradually becoming more and more fierce, and they did not want to give him a chance to breathe.
With another slash, black mist rolled over Yan Kuang's body, and Ye Wu was knocked directly into the ground.
Pan Ningyun's legs turned into huge snake tails, pressing heavily towards Ye Wu.
Ye Huang'er on the side couldn't help it anymore.
Ye Lu'er also became concerned.
Ye Wu's condition is really bad. If this continues, can he really hold on?
boom--
Dust and smoke were everywhere, and rocks were flying everywhere.
Pan Ningyun's face paled slightly.
Then she screamed, transformed into a huge blue snake, then quickly cut off her tail, and fled into the sky in embarrassment, spreading the dark blue blood all over the yard.
The ground was corroded, making a sizzling sound, and a smelly poisonous gas spread out.
Yan Kuang was shocked by this turn of events.
His figure as he rushed down was stunned.
Why did Pan Ningyun suddenly encounter such a change?
He couldn't think of an answer.
But an unprecedented sense of crisis emerged in his heart.
Yan Kuang turned around to run.
Unfortunately it's too late.
A sword flew out from the dust and smoke below and pierced Yan Kuang's body directly.
If it's just a sword piercing the body, it's nothing.
But the sword thrown out by Ye Wu was condensed with the intention of destruction.
Yan Kuang looked at his own chest and was cruel enough to dig a hole in it himself.
But he couldn't cut out the heart, lungs and internal organs.
His inner body was inevitably contaminated with the meaning of destruction, which instantly spread throughout his body, causing him to fall straight to the ground from mid-air.
Without the protection of strength, he fell from the sky, all the bones in his body were broken, and his hands and feet were bent at weird angles.
Ye Wu walked out step by step from the hole made by the smash.
Standing still, the smoke and dust around me finally dispersed.
The blood stains on his body were deeper and there were scars everywhere.
But his eyes were bright and calm.
He has never used that destructive intention to attack them, he has just been accumulating strength.
If it weren't for Pan Ningyun's poisonous mist causing him trouble and forcing him to dedicate his efforts to detoxify it, he wouldn't have suffered such injuries and should have dealt with them long ago.
Throwing away the broken and gradually corroded snake tail in his hand, Ye Wu held up his sword and walked over the messy garden towards Yan Kuang.
Yan Kuang lay on the ground, already knowing that he could not escape this time.
The power of destruction eroded along with his soul.
There was no way he would get another chance.
He will die here today.
Looking at Ye Wu walking step by step, Yan Kuang suddenly laughed.
There was still resentment in his eyes, endless resentment.
The blood evil in him also started to bite back, but because he was afraid of the destructive power in him, he didn't do it so quickly.
The collision of these two forces became his last chance to breathe, so that he would not be wiped out of this world by the power of destruction so quickly, but the backlash of the blood evil was really unpleasant.
It was like the cramping pain of being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts, which lasted and penetrated deep into the bone marrow.
He had asked Ye Wu how he felt before, but now he knew it himself.
He vomited black blood from his mouth.
He opened his mouth with difficulty and spit out sounds that could barely form sentences.
"you……"
"Do you think... it's... over?"
He laughed loudly, and his body began to rot inch by inch, his flesh and blood gradually disappeared, and his bones were also being invaded.
But he seemed not to notice anything and kept laughing.
He took one last deep look at Ye Wu. He was speechless and speechless, but the final expression on his face was so clear.
He was mocking Ye Wu, gloating about his misfortune, and resenting him.
All kinds of emotions are mixed together.
Ye Wu watched him gradually die with an expressionless face, even his soul completely dissipated.
Until there was only a puddle of blood on the ground, Ye Wucai calmly moved his eyes away and looked in the direction of the palace.
Yan Kuang is dead, and one goal of this trip has been accomplished.