Chapter 131 Han Yu’s tragic defeat, the power of Yan’s returning sword
With a sudden roar, Han Yu raised his hand and threw the silver spear into the air. In an instant, it transformed into a snow-white snake-shaped beast that looked like a snake but was not a snake. It was more than thirty feet long and had white horns on its head.
The giant beast opened its mouth wide and spit out frost. In an instant, the entire arena was covered in ice and snow.
An astonishing cold air rushed straight towards Yan Guilai.
"No wonder Master Lu thinks so highly of you, you do have some strength."
"You deserve my sword!"
Yan Guilai's expression remained unchanged, and his calm words even sounded a bit pretentious.
But the disciples present did not feel so after hearing this.
They all even had their eyes widened, staring at Yan Huihei without blinking, with anticipation shining in their eyes.
"Qiang!"
A flash of black light flashed.
The next second, a broad ancient sword with a classic appearance and black body was suspended in the air.
The ancient sword was suspended directly above Yan Guilai's head, and the sword's edge was pointed directly at Han Yu opposite him.
"Who is the peak of the Eight Smokes Heavenly Sword? Go!"
With a low drink in his mouth, Yan Gui returned and made a sword spell with his hand.
The spiritual power formed a complex mark in front of him.
He raised his hand and pointed, and with a hiss, the sword was enveloped by a burst of true energy.
The black ancient sword trembled violently, and the sword body spurted out thick black energy, covering the entire arena like a dark cloud.
Suddenly, a long and narrow light cut through the darkness.
In an instant, there was a line between heaven and earth, as if there was only one sword in the world.
Most of the disciples watching around him were temporarily distracted.
"stop!"
At the same time, Lu Mingshi's expression suddenly changed and he hurriedly let out a loud shout.
With a flash of body, he rushed directly towards the competition ring.
"Senior Brother Lu, you are the majestic master of the first peak. It is not good to interfere in the Seven Peaks Competition!"
In the pavilion where Tianhua Peak was located, Fu Boren opened his eyes and spoke calmly.
No movement was seen on his part. An invisible spiritual power directly trapped Lu Mingshi.
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"Fu Boren, you old bastard, don't think that I'm afraid of you just because you condensed the golden elixir."
"The Seven Peaks Competition is a competition between the same sects. If you, a disciple of Tianhua Peak, kill such a person, I won't be afraid even if you bring trouble to the sect master!"
Lu Mingshi turned to glare at Fu Boren, Gu Jing Wubo's face was full of anxiety.
Yan Guihui is already quite old. If he hadn't practiced the top skills, he would have been an elder in the foundation building stage.
This move is extremely close to that of a monk in the early stages of foundation building.
In the Yunge Sect, except for monks above the foundation level, which Qi refining period can stop him? !
Han Yu is his proud disciple. Whether Luofu Peak can rise in his hands and repeat its past glory depends on this.
It's true to let Han Yu practice, but if he loses his life, it's useless to practice.
"Senior brother, don't worry. We, disciples of Tianhua Peak, will not act lightly or seriously, and we will never hurt anyone's life." Fu Boren sat calmly and said calmly.
"Qiang!"
As soon as Fu Boren finished speaking, the sound of gold and silver clanging came out.
A ray of silver light flew out from the ring and landed on a mountain on the shore.
It was Han Yu's casual weapon, a pseudo-spiritual spear.
Immediately, the clouds cleared and the fog dispersed on the arena, and the billowing black air disappeared.
On the side of the ring, Yan Guilai stood lazily with a long sword on his back, looking lazy.
He is a sword cultivator. For him, a good flying sword and excellent sword style are far more straightforward than other treasures.
On the other side, Han Yu's face was as pale as snow, with an expression of extreme pain, and a hint of despair and shock in his eyes.
His right shoulder was bleeding, and his right arm had long since disappeared.
"Yu'er!"
When Lu Mingshi saw this, he suddenly drank
, Break free from Fu Boren's shackles.
His body swayed and landed next to Han Yu.
"Master, I'm sorry..."
Han Yu's lips were like, at this moment, in addition to despair, there was also endless regret in his heart.
In this battle, he couldn't even hold back a single move from the opponent. .??.??
Not only failed, but failed so completely. The cost of an arm can be described as a heavy loss.
If possible, he would rather be cowardly and admit defeat decisively.
But life cannot be repeated.
"There's nothing to be sorry for. Growth always comes at a cost. What you have to do now is cheer up."
"It's just a broken arm, it's nothing, and it won't affect your cultivation. As long as you can cultivate to the legendary Nascent Soul stage, you can reshape your physical body."
Seeing that Han Yu's broken arm was destroyed to the point of leaving nothing behind, this directly stopped his idea of using the Continuation Pill to replace Han Yu's arm.
This made Lu Mingshi very angry.
But although he has a bad temper on weekdays, it is actually rough and subtle. He knows that this is definitely not the time to be angry.
He could feel that Han Yu was already determined to die, which was the most troublesome thing.
After ten years of cultivation, Han Yu not only has feelings, but also carries his hope for improvement.
"Master, don't worry. I won't give up!"
Hearing Lu Mingshi's words, Han Yu felt warm and relaxed in his heart. His body softened and he fell to the side.
Lu Mingshi sighed, grabbed Han Yu, and returned to the pavilion where Luofu Peak was.
"This guy... is actually so strong?!"
Su Twelve stood on the ring. Before the fight between him and Baili Zhuilong began, he saw Han Yu being instantly defeated by his opponent's move.
With such power and such a move, given his strength, he couldn't say he would be able to take it on.
What's more, it's Han Yu!
“Boy, being distracted on the field is not a good thing!
"
At this moment, a violent shout came from Su Twelve's ears.
Baili Zhuilong had half of his body exposed, and his dark skin shone like a magic weapon.
His eyes were as fierce as a tiger, leopard or wolf, and his whole body was filled with a strong evil aura.
His hands were wrapped in a pair of cyan gloves, and the cyan light on the gloves was also full of spiritual energy.
"Another fake spiritual weapon?"
"No wonder Sect Leader Yunge said he would open the eighth peak."
"It seems that the materials everyone found during the newcomer trial ten years ago really made the sect's strength skyrocket."
Su Twelve glanced quickly at Baili Zhuilong.
As he rolled his eyes, a guess immediately came to his mind.
In the newcomer trial ten years ago, the sect was the real winner.
The sect shared half of the materials found by the disciples and left them alone.
Each of the second-level spiritual materials is very precious to the disciples in the Qi refining stage.
For most disciples, spiritual plants are okay, but spiritual materials are almost useless, and their strength is not enough to protect them.
Being thought about every day makes me afraid that I can't even sleep well.
The best option is to exchange the same amount of cultivation elixirs with the sect.
I can't say all of them, but at least 80% of the spiritual materials eventually flowed back into the sect through various methods and channels.
And with so many spiritual materials, for the sect, let alone pseudo-spiritual weapons, there are probably a lot more spiritual weapons.
Seeing Baili Zhuilong's magical weapon, a lot of information flashed through Su Twelve's mind.
At this moment, an extremely strong pressure came overwhelmingly.
Baili Zhuilong shouted loudly, raised his hand and punched out in the air.
This punch seemed to burst the air, making a crisp sound.
The fist moves and the wind rises.
A strong wind roared up, instantly blowing away the thick fog created by Su Twelve on the stage.
