It's not like usual, sword against sword, fist against fist, magic weapon against magic weapon.
But in an unprecedented form.
All of their cultivation is concentrated in their souls, including the sword intent of both parties, the power of the immortal weapon itself, etc.
Everything everything.
They are all in the soul.
The two souls each wielded magical weapons. It seemed that they had exchanged one sword, but in fact they had exchanged ten thousand swords.
Rumble.
The top of Kunlun Mountain was trembling.
The overflowing sword energy and the rippling wind.
It made everyone unable to open their eyes.
After a while.
Tsk la.
Wu Yong suddenly made a sound.
A large gash thirty to forty centimeters long suddenly appeared on his chest, and blood spurted out.
After everyone sees it.
They were all shocked.
ah!
"He's bleeding!"
"Nothing happened to Murong Chen!"
"The sword hasn't been released yet, and there is such a deep wound on the body. What kind of move did Murong Chen use?"
This is the magic of the fight between the two.
Although on the surface, neither of them moved.
But actually.
The battle has reached a fever pitch.
Either you die or I die.
At the cost of Wu Yong's burning essence and blood, he resorted to desperate measures to survive, and his strength greatly increased, but he was still hit by Murong Chen's sword.
There were deep marks on the chest.
On the surface.
At this moment, it seemed that Murong Chen had the absolute upper hand.
But in fact, after the fight just now, Murong Chen's pressure was unprecedented. He had already revealed all his last cards and vowed to use the third sword to take Wu Yong's life.
The third sword he used.
It is to burn one's soul.
At the cost of burning half of his lifespan, he used a fatal sword!
This sword will never come back.
Hurt yourself first.
Injure the enemy again.
After using it, he became extremely domineering.
It can instantly increase your strength by more than ten times.
He didn't expect it.
He is cruel to himself.
Wu Yong was even more cruel to himself.
He also burned his longevity and used desperate tricks.
The strength is slowly rising.
When the two souls fought against each other, instead of being one-sided as Murong Chen expected, they were evenly matched.
In fact, Wu Yong is even better than him.
Because Wu Yong practiced the Chaos Art, the power of the soul was more powerful, and with Xuanyuan Sword as a boost, the sword intention was slightly stronger than his Immortal Killing Sword.
The combination of multiple factors made Murong Chen very passive.
Played for a while.
Murong Chen was about to be consumed by Wu Yong.
I had no choice but to grit my teeth and fight.
They adopted a posture of dying together.
then.
Wu Yong was hit by a sword, leaving a deep wound on his chest.
But at the same time.
Wu Yong also gave Murong Chen two swords!
One sword hit Murong Chen's Immortal Slaying Sword heavily.
Click.
Not long after the wound on Wu Yong's body collapsed.
The Immortal Killing Sword in Murong Chen's hand made a soft sound.
After this sound.
The whole audience turned their attention and made a shocking discovery.
The Immortal Slaying Sword in Murong Chen's hand actually cracked!
Wow!
The whole place exploded.
That is the Immortal-Slaying Sword!
A magical weapon forged by ancestor Chen Chuan himself!
It actually cracked!
What the hell is going on!
The shock is yet to come.
Talk.
Wu Yong gave Murong Chen two swords at the cost of his own injury.
Everyone has just seen the power of the first sword, which caused the Immortal Slayer Sword to crack.
The second sword was even more domineering.
It was cut directly on Murong Chen's shoulder.
At this time.
Everyone is still shocked by the Immortal Killing Sword in Murong Chen's hand.
suddenly.
There was a pop.
A bloody mist suddenly exploded in the air.
The source of the blood mist was Murong Chen's right arm holding the Immortal Slayer Sword!
"Look!"
"Ah! What's going on!"
"Murong Chen's arm!"
Only seen.
Murong Chen's shoulder suddenly exploded, and blood poured out like spring water.
His sword arm.
It has already flown hundreds of meters away.
Such a scene was unexpected by everyone. After shouting a few times, everyone was speechless and froze in place like wooden figures, falling into a long silence.
After a while.
Gua.
Murong Chen spurted out a mouthful of blood.
He didn't bother to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. He used his only remaining hand to tap the area on his hand a few times to stop the bleeding.
Wait until the blood stops coming out.
Then he breathed heavily.
Just now he was showing off his might.
Only a few minutes have passed.
But in just these few minutes, Murong Chen's state was completely different.
Now he is nowhere near as high-spirited as before.
His face was full of embarrassment.
The body is hunched.
He's not as energetic as he was just now.
The whole person was like a deflated balloon, shriveled up.
Look at Wu Yong again.
After the soul returns to its place.
Wu Yong also looked very tired. He took out the silver needle and spent some effort to stop the bleeding from the wound.
and.
He also needed to press the Xuanyuan Sword to the ground to support his body and stand firm.
Just for the decisive battle with Murong Chen.
Two-thirds of Wu Yong's essence and blood burned.
He looked as weak now as when he had just escaped from Qingyuan's trap.
Rao is so.
Wu Yong's condition is much better than Murong Chen's.
After taking a few breaths.
Wu Yong took a deep breath and showed a victor's smile: "Murong Chen, Jiang is still the old one. Even though you are a back wave, you still want to beat me, a front wave, on the beach, but you are still a little short of the firepower."
This sentence is like rubbing salt into the wound.
Murong Chen was so angry that he spat out blood again.
After Murong Chen wiped away the blood, he raised his face with difficulty. His face was full of unwillingness: "Why! Why is this happening! I obviously got the Immortal Slaying Sword forged by Patriarch Chen Chuan himself, and he still left it behind.
The strongest sword move! Why can’t I kill you?”
This was the most angry and unwilling expression from his heart.
Wu Yong heard this, narrowed his eyes and smiled at him, his smile was meaningful: "I have to say, you are indeed very lucky. Almost overnight, you almost counterattacked, just a little bit, I might be
I died in your hands. But I still made it to the end, do you know the reason?"
Murong Chen shook his head, saying that he didn't know.
Wu Yong then decrypted: "Because... I have better luck than you."
puff.
This bloody reason.
Murong Chen was so angry that he spat out another mouthful of blood.
At this time, he felt quite emotional that he could not be bright even if he was so good.
If Wu Yong hadn't been there, if we hadn't happened to meet him on Kunlun Mountain, if he hadn't been brave and had to stand up just now.
Maybe everything will become different.
But there are not so many ifs in life.
There is no regret pill to choose from.
The tragedy of Murong Chen is that he chose to be an enemy with Wu Yong instead of being a friend.
He broke his arm.
Lost the magic weapon.
Even if Wu Yong is not in a complete victory, there is no chance for a comeback...