Chapter 711 Lu Wujie’s Counterattack (Part )

Yang Xuanwu was horrified when the decisive situation was formed, and the sense of crisis surged out in waves like a tidal wave.

"This time, it's a big deal!" This thought flashed through his mind, but he didn't panic.

As the top genius of the family, Yang Tianyou treats Yang Xuanwu as if he were his own son. As long as the family has any life-saving things, he will give Yang Xuanwu a share.

Sure enough, as soon as the big tongue of the three-legged golden toad touched Yang Xuanwu's inner armor, a brilliant and terrifying sword light burst out.

The sword's light was so bright that it seemed to reflect the sun, moon, stars, mountains and rivers. In a daze, the three-legged golden toad seemed to have seen an indifferent young man, glanced at him from thousands of miles away, and then waved the long sword in his hand.

Zheng! ! ——

The sound of Qingyue's sword was accompanied by a shrill scream, and the light of Huanghuang Yeye's sword flashed away. All three legs of the three-legged golden toad were cut off, and there was also a hideous wound on its belly that was difficult to heal.

"My golden toad!" The Five Poison Sect monk of Yuanying Dzogchen screamed, and quickly waved to take the three-legged golden toad back to his dantian, and carefully nourished it with his magic power.

Taking this opportunity, Yang Xuanwu's blood surged, his face turned red, and his fighting spirit burned fiercely. In conjunction with the Crazy Demon Halberd Technique, he used his strongest shot since this battle.

brush! !

The fierce and violent gun light, like the scorching sun, bloomed with boundless light. In the horrified gaze of the colorful spider, it pierced its head in one fell swoop, and then the gun body shook, killing it on the spot.

"My natal poisonous insect!" The late Nascent Soul monk was stunned for a moment, with a look of disbelief on his face. After a moment, all these expressions turned into hatred, "I'm going to kill you!!"

As he said that, the late Yuanying monk suddenly rushed towards him, and the Yuanying Dzogchen monk also did not miss this opportunity. He looked at Yang Xuanwu with hatred on his face. The pagoda collapsed suddenly, and the layers of waves were like a mountain pressing down, trapping Yang Xuanwu. in all directions.

Killing the colorful spider with one blow, Yang Xuanwu's momentum reached its peak.

Those who practice the way of fighting should possess the indomitable momentum and use the blood of the enemy to open up our supreme edge.

At this moment, facing two Nascent Soul cultivators whose realms surpassed his own, Yang Xuanwu looked up to the sky and roared, with strong ambition, and the Four Elephant Holy Spears swept out, like the surging tide of a boundless river, rendering half of the sky into one. Chaos and mist.

Boom!

The three collided, and Yang Xuanwu flew out upside down, breaking through layers of strong winds. His powerful body was like porcelain, cracking open gaps, but no blood flowed out, which looked strange and ferocious.

"kill!!"

Regardless of his own injuries, Yang Xuanwu was crazy with fighting spirit. The furnace of fighting spirit above his head became more and more powerful, and there were vague signs of transformation.

boom! boom! boom!

Fight after fight, defeat after defeat, the injuries accumulated on Yang Xuanwu's body became more and more serious, but the fighting spirit in his eyes became more and more majestic, like the boundless ocean with constant waves, containing unspeakable horror.

At this moment, in Yang Xuanwu's pupils, no other expression could be seen, only the will to fight, a ferocious fighting spirit that would move forward bravely as long as he did not die.

Under such intense gazes, the two Nascent Souls of the Five Poison Sect subconsciously took a step back, as if they were cowardly.

But soon, they realized it, and a burst of embarrassment surged into their hearts. We were actually frightened by a boy who was only in the middle stage of Nascent Soul?

"Kill him!" The brothers looked at each other, each took out their magic weapons and fired them boldly.

It is no longer about the war at this moment, but the personal grudges are more serious. If Yang Xuanwu is not killed here, the latter will turn into an inner demon and block the two people's cultivation path.

"Well done!!" Yang Xuanwu roared, ignoring the severe pain and whining coming from all parts of his body. He shook his spear and fired out thousands of bright spear lights, like pear blossoms in a rainstorm, flying towards the opposite direction. Come, a magic weapon containing tyrannical power.

Ding ding ding! !

The sound of gold and iron clashing kept ringing, and cracks appeared on the Four Elephants Holy Spear. Just like its owner, it seemed that it would collapse at any time.

"Fight, fight, fight!!" Yang Xuanwu roared in his heart, constantly brewing his own will to fight. In this collision, his will was like a stubborn stone, being polished and carved until it bloomed with a magnificent light.

hum! !

The furnace of fighting spirit buzzed and trembled, and then suddenly its size surged. The fire of fighting spirit within it actually condensed into substance. Wisps and strands seemed to be able to burn the sky and burn everything.

boom! !

The furnace of fighting spirit broke through, the way of fighting broke through, and Yang Xuanwu's combat power began to rise rapidly.

I saw his four sacred spears pointed out fiercely, like the first ray of sunshine penetrating the world, dazzling and arrogant.

puff! !

This shot was too fast, too steady, and too tricky.

Under Yang Xuanwu's unparalleled combat intuition, the mana shield of the Five Poison Sect's Nascent Soul seemed to not exist. He went straight through it and then stabbed heavily on his forehead.

puff! !

The spear was retracted at a touch, but a blood hole was left on the forehead of the late Nascent Soul monk, and drops of blood flowed out, mixed with the pale white brain.

The light in his eyes gradually dimmed, and then with a bang, his body exploded, leaving only a stream of light flying away, which was this person's Nascent Soul.

"Junior Brother!!" Another Nascent Soul of the Five Poison Sect was extremely horrified. He glanced at Yang Xuanwu who was crazy about fighting, and actually ran away without looking back.

"Huh?" Yang Xuanwu was stunned for a while. He had already made plans to use his life-saving trump card.

After all, although he had a breakthrough in combat power, his physical injuries had not recovered. After the previous blow, he was already at the end of his strength. Who would have thought that this guy would actually run away.

"Cowardless rats!" Yang Xuanwu shook his head, smiled disdainfully, then turned around and flew towards his own war ship step by step.

Everyone could see the horrific and abnormal injuries, but none of the Five Poison Sect monks dared to take action against him and returned to the flying boat in such a grand manner.