Chapter 277
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Mu Xiao San Sheng
"Clearly--"
Thousands of sword lights, and the long roar shocked the world.
The black fog all over the sky receded, not daring to approach the sword energy.
With the power of the ten-direction Yujian, Dao patterns spread all over the void, vaguely showing the appearance of a giant sword.
"puff!"
A flash of sword light flashed across, and the chest of the Son of Demon was pierced, thick and black blood splashed out from the wound.
The son of the devil bared his teeth and let out a stinging low growl.
"Whoosh!"
At a speed that cannot be caught by the naked eye, the son of the devil suddenly came to the sky above Wu Junyan, and grabbed it with his right hand.
Wu Junyan was shocked in his heart. Just now, the son of the devil was still in the black mist below, why was he suddenly at a high place.
Everything happened so fast, it was too late for Wu Junyan to defend himself.
"Shh-"
Wu Junyan wanted to turn around and swing the sword, but at the same time he also activated the skill of controlling the sword.
However, the son of the devil had already attacked, and his sharp nails fell on Wu Junyan's left cheek.
Although Wu Junyan raised the sword in his hand, and countless sword lights rushed from all around, it was already too late.
"Tear--"
A piece of flesh and blood was torn off by the devil's son.
All the monks watching the battle were shocked and broke into a cold sweat for Wu Junyan.
The left side of his face was bloody and bloodshot, and the eyeballs were protruding and might fall off at any time.
The white bones are exposed, and the teeth on the left can be clearly seen, which is horrifying.
"Very tasty."
The son of the devil sniffed the flesh and blood in his hands, and showed a cold smile. He licked his chapped lips with his long tongue, looking forward to eating Wu Junyan.
"Om..."
The sword in his hand trembled slightly, Wu Junyan remained silent, with a faint golden light shining in his eyes.
It seemed that he had to risk his life.
A transparent circular disc appeared under the feet, engraved with the seal of yin and yang and eight trigrams.
Dafu Wuying body technique, one of Qingzong's top Taoism.
Only by using this technique, Wu Junyan can maintain the same speed as the son of the devil, or even faster.Otherwise, Wu Junyan can only be beaten passively, and the ending can be imagined.
There is no way, the talent of the son of the devil is extremely terrifying, and he is a monk at the integration period, and his cultivation is far above Wu Junyan.
"Can Old Wu hold on?"
Chen Qingyuan looked at Wu Junyan on the battlefield, his brows were tightly frowned, and his expression was full of worry.
Forcibly using a variety of top supernatural powers will cause a huge load on the body.
Wu Junyan's Dao body is like a closed wooden barrel. It is obviously filled with water, but there is still a lot of water poured into it, and there is no way to overflow. It can only give pressure to every position of the wooden barrel and keep expanding. .
When the limit was reached, the wooden barrel burst, which meant Wu Junyan's end.
In the realm of transforming spirits, mobilizing a variety of top Taoist arts is like dancing on the tip of a knife, which may cause irreparable consequences at any time.
"Quick fight."
Wu Junyan was clear about his actions, his eyes were fixed, and he decided to end this battle as soon as possible.
The longer the time, the higher the risk factor.
"boom"
The sword pointed at the starry sky, and Wan Jian condensed out, locking on the son of the devil.
"Boom--"
There were loud noises, and the hair of the son of the devil was very hard, like a thick armor, blocking countless sword intents, and the flesh was not damaged.
"Wow—"
The wind blowing from Wu Junyan's feet seemed to be integrated with the starry sky. The speed was so fast that even the son of a demon could hardly catch it.
"How could this be?"
Wu Junyan dodged all the fierce attacks of the son of the devil, his scarlet eyes showed a bit of suspicion and anger, the blood vessels and veins on his body were bulging, and his face was terrifying.
"Chong..."
With a sword cry, Wu Junyan suddenly came to the side of the son of the devil, leaving a long sword mark on his left arm.Even the extremely hard fur couldn't hold the sword.
"Roar!"
The son of the devil let out a long cry, and the black mist overflowed from his mouth. A huge storm rolled up in the battlefield, which shattered thousands of incoming sword lights. Many young people felt palpitations and shudders.
In a blink of an eye, the son of the devil mobilized the spiritual power of his whole body, and his strength and speed increased a lot.
"嘭, 嘭,. ..."
The two sides launched a fierce struggle, sometimes with blood mist splashing, and sometimes with the sound of huge explosions.
After hundreds of rounds, Wu Junyan was covered in scars, and so was the son of the devil.
However, the cultivation level of the son of the devil has always been higher, and the situation is better than Wu Junyan.
"It's unbelievable that Wu Junyan can stand up to the devil."
The Tianjiao were dumbfounded.
"It's a good thing I didn't become an enemy of Wu Junyan back then, otherwise..."
Those arrogances who participated in the Feast of Hundred Meridians never imagined that a hero from the Northern Wilderness could be so terrifying. Fortunately, they did not form a death feud.
"I'm afraid there is no way to win this battle. One side will die."
The barrier on the battlefield is arranged by the top existence of Dizhou and Dugu Changkong, and it is impossible for either side to undo the barrier in a single thought.
"Your blood is delicious."
The son of the devil licked his nails, and was very excited to see the dying struggle of his prey.
Wu Junyan remained silent, thinking about how to kill the son of the devil.
"This sword should be enough."
The aura in the body began to become disordered, the meridians went retrograde, and the severe pain of tearing made Wu Junyan a little unbearable.Obviously, performing top-notch Taoism for a long time is far beyond what Wu Junyan's body can bear.
"call out--"
The two sides attacked each other at the same time, with a murderous intent, and a bloody light emerged from the thick black mist.
Seeing that the son of the devil broke through many obstacles and stabbed with his right hand like a knife, Wu Junyan did not dodge and continued to move forward.
It has reached the limit, Wu Junyan can't delay any longer.
Even at the risk of being seriously injured, this is the case.
"Push"
The right hand of the son of the devil pierced Wu Junyan's chest, grabbed the bloody heart in his hand, and showed a smug smile on his face.
Wu Junyan's internal organs turned into meat paste, and the heart was held in the palm of the hand by the son of the devil.
His complexion was pale, and outsiders looked like he was about to die.
When the son of the devil made a move, Wu Junyan of course swung his sword forcefully.
"Your sword is still not sharp enough."
The son of the devil looked down at the wound pierced by the sword point, and sneered.
"is it?"
Wu Junyan smiled, and blood kept flowing from his mouth.
Afterwards, Wu Junyan snapped his fingers with his right hand, as if it was a sound of urging death, and the face of the devil's son suddenly changed when he heard it, showing a trace of uneasiness.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a loud noise came from the body of the son of the devil, and his left arm exploded.
Immediately afterwards, countless dense white threads appeared on the right arm, containing an incomparably mysterious sword intent.The next moment, the right arm was cut into pieces by countless strands of sword intent.
"what......"
The son of the devil lost his arrogance just now, looked terrified, raised his head and let out a painful and miserable sound.
Thousands of sword lights, and the long roar shocked the world.
The black fog all over the sky receded, not daring to approach the sword energy.
With the power of the ten-direction Yujian, Dao patterns spread all over the void, vaguely showing the appearance of a giant sword.
"puff!"
A flash of sword light flashed across, and the chest of the Son of Demon was pierced, thick and black blood splashed out from the wound.
The son of the devil bared his teeth and let out a stinging low growl.
"Whoosh!"
At a speed that cannot be caught by the naked eye, the son of the devil suddenly came to the sky above Wu Junyan, and grabbed it with his right hand.
Wu Junyan was shocked in his heart. Just now, the son of the devil was still in the black mist below, why was he suddenly at a high place.
Everything happened so fast, it was too late for Wu Junyan to defend himself.
"Shh-"
Wu Junyan wanted to turn around and swing the sword, but at the same time he also activated the skill of controlling the sword.
However, the son of the devil had already attacked, and his sharp nails fell on Wu Junyan's left cheek.
Although Wu Junyan raised the sword in his hand, and countless sword lights rushed from all around, it was already too late.
"Tear--"
A piece of flesh and blood was torn off by the devil's son.
All the monks watching the battle were shocked and broke into a cold sweat for Wu Junyan.
The left side of his face was bloody and bloodshot, and the eyeballs were protruding and might fall off at any time.
The white bones are exposed, and the teeth on the left can be clearly seen, which is horrifying.
"Very tasty."
The son of the devil sniffed the flesh and blood in his hands, and showed a cold smile. He licked his chapped lips with his long tongue, looking forward to eating Wu Junyan.
"Om..."
The sword in his hand trembled slightly, Wu Junyan remained silent, with a faint golden light shining in his eyes.
It seemed that he had to risk his life.
A transparent circular disc appeared under the feet, engraved with the seal of yin and yang and eight trigrams.
Dafu Wuying body technique, one of Qingzong's top Taoism.
Only by using this technique, Wu Junyan can maintain the same speed as the son of the devil, or even faster.Otherwise, Wu Junyan can only be beaten passively, and the ending can be imagined.
There is no way, the talent of the son of the devil is extremely terrifying, and he is a monk at the integration period, and his cultivation is far above Wu Junyan.
"Can Old Wu hold on?"
Chen Qingyuan looked at Wu Junyan on the battlefield, his brows were tightly frowned, and his expression was full of worry.
Forcibly using a variety of top supernatural powers will cause a huge load on the body.
Wu Junyan's Dao body is like a closed wooden barrel. It is obviously filled with water, but there is still a lot of water poured into it, and there is no way to overflow. It can only give pressure to every position of the wooden barrel and keep expanding. .
When the limit was reached, the wooden barrel burst, which meant Wu Junyan's end.
In the realm of transforming spirits, mobilizing a variety of top Taoist arts is like dancing on the tip of a knife, which may cause irreparable consequences at any time.
"Quick fight."
Wu Junyan was clear about his actions, his eyes were fixed, and he decided to end this battle as soon as possible.
The longer the time, the higher the risk factor.
"boom"
The sword pointed at the starry sky, and Wan Jian condensed out, locking on the son of the devil.
"Boom--"
There were loud noises, and the hair of the son of the devil was very hard, like a thick armor, blocking countless sword intents, and the flesh was not damaged.
"Wow—"
The wind blowing from Wu Junyan's feet seemed to be integrated with the starry sky. The speed was so fast that even the son of a demon could hardly catch it.
"How could this be?"
Wu Junyan dodged all the fierce attacks of the son of the devil, his scarlet eyes showed a bit of suspicion and anger, the blood vessels and veins on his body were bulging, and his face was terrifying.
"Chong..."
With a sword cry, Wu Junyan suddenly came to the side of the son of the devil, leaving a long sword mark on his left arm.Even the extremely hard fur couldn't hold the sword.
"Roar!"
The son of the devil let out a long cry, and the black mist overflowed from his mouth. A huge storm rolled up in the battlefield, which shattered thousands of incoming sword lights. Many young people felt palpitations and shudders.
In a blink of an eye, the son of the devil mobilized the spiritual power of his whole body, and his strength and speed increased a lot.
"嘭, 嘭,. ..."
The two sides launched a fierce struggle, sometimes with blood mist splashing, and sometimes with the sound of huge explosions.
After hundreds of rounds, Wu Junyan was covered in scars, and so was the son of the devil.
However, the cultivation level of the son of the devil has always been higher, and the situation is better than Wu Junyan.
"It's unbelievable that Wu Junyan can stand up to the devil."
The Tianjiao were dumbfounded.
"It's a good thing I didn't become an enemy of Wu Junyan back then, otherwise..."
Those arrogances who participated in the Feast of Hundred Meridians never imagined that a hero from the Northern Wilderness could be so terrifying. Fortunately, they did not form a death feud.
"I'm afraid there is no way to win this battle. One side will die."
The barrier on the battlefield is arranged by the top existence of Dizhou and Dugu Changkong, and it is impossible for either side to undo the barrier in a single thought.
"Your blood is delicious."
The son of the devil licked his nails, and was very excited to see the dying struggle of his prey.
Wu Junyan remained silent, thinking about how to kill the son of the devil.
"This sword should be enough."
The aura in the body began to become disordered, the meridians went retrograde, and the severe pain of tearing made Wu Junyan a little unbearable.Obviously, performing top-notch Taoism for a long time is far beyond what Wu Junyan's body can bear.
"call out--"
The two sides attacked each other at the same time, with a murderous intent, and a bloody light emerged from the thick black mist.
Seeing that the son of the devil broke through many obstacles and stabbed with his right hand like a knife, Wu Junyan did not dodge and continued to move forward.
It has reached the limit, Wu Junyan can't delay any longer.
Even at the risk of being seriously injured, this is the case.
"Push"
The right hand of the son of the devil pierced Wu Junyan's chest, grabbed the bloody heart in his hand, and showed a smug smile on his face.
Wu Junyan's internal organs turned into meat paste, and the heart was held in the palm of the hand by the son of the devil.
His complexion was pale, and outsiders looked like he was about to die.
When the son of the devil made a move, Wu Junyan of course swung his sword forcefully.
"Your sword is still not sharp enough."
The son of the devil looked down at the wound pierced by the sword point, and sneered.
"is it?"
Wu Junyan smiled, and blood kept flowing from his mouth.
Afterwards, Wu Junyan snapped his fingers with his right hand, as if it was a sound of urging death, and the face of the devil's son suddenly changed when he heard it, showing a trace of uneasiness.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a loud noise came from the body of the son of the devil, and his left arm exploded.
Immediately afterwards, countless dense white threads appeared on the right arm, containing an incomparably mysterious sword intent.The next moment, the right arm was cut into pieces by countless strands of sword intent.
"what......"
The son of the devil lost his arrogance just now, looked terrified, raised his head and let out a painful and miserable sound.
