Chapter 230: Sun and Moon 7 Styles, Pure Yang 1 Sword

The Wolf Lord transformed into an afterimage and took the initiative to attack.

The wolf claws waved, and three half-moon rays of light flew across half of the square.

As their bodies collided, the icy spikes on the extremely cold ice road's spears intertwined and turned into a transparent bush forest.

Jiang Yiteng moved his steps, feeling that his spirit was also being invaded by the cold, becoming colder and colder.

The fire sword style failed to bring any warmth at first.

The Lord of the Running Wolf created a world of ice and snow to show Him how the illusory artistic conception can withstand the bitter cold of the real winter.

It's hot, but it's a sign of death for ordinary people when they are extremely cold and their minds begin to hallucinate.

The stiffness and numbness that had just disappeared reappeared on Jiang Yi's body under the wisdom of the Wolf Lord.

"The method of attacking the heart!" Jiang Yi lowered his eyes slightly, ignored it, and became more determined in his sword intent.

A long and majestic roar was the call of the wolf king.

The killing was silent, and the Wolf Lord hid his whereabouts.

There is a vortex of extreme cold in the sky.

The ice elements in the air turned into huge ice cones that were thick on top and pointed at the bottom. They began to fall from the periphery of the square and continued to shrink inward, reducing Jiang Yi's dodge range.

The frost on the ground grew thicker and thicker, and the thick fog obscured the view.

The scene before my eyes was like a vast snowy sky, and I couldn’t see anything beyond three meters.

The feeling of oppression grew stronger and stronger, his eyes could no longer see, his ears could no longer hear, and the messenger of the wind moved away from him.

Everywhere, the howling of wolves replaced everything he sensed.

On the stone slabs of the square, translucent wolf souls leaped out.

They are only the size of ordinary wolves, with bodies between illusion and reality, and they carry the power of the north wind and have extremely fast speeds.

You can't escape into space, but you can escape into the ground of the square.

Or he could blend into the wind with ease, baring his fangs and striking with his claws.

"A group attack?"

Watching this part of the trial, Jiang Yi realized that the Wolf King's purpose was to see how he would respond to different situations on the battlefield.

The purpose of the trial is to test him, not to urge him to overcome.

A good and excellent response is enough to pass the trial.

Otherwise, if the Lord of the Running Wolf, who possesses infinite power relative to humans, does not want to be defeated, no one except the devil and the gods' followers can pass this "Trial of the North Wind".

"Understood!"

"But... I still want to defeat this incarnation of yours!"

"After all, this is also the way to get through, isn't it?"

Recalling the other party's wounds that had not been repaired later, Jiang Yi knew that this was because the other party allowed the trial-taker to defeat His incarnation as the ultimate glory of the trial.

The huge impact force coming from all directions was like a howling winter wind and snow everywhere.

Jiang Yi's body was covered with many wounds and frost.

His sword turned into rock and into pine.

The sword's intention is in his heart, so his sword has artistic conception and the same characteristics as imagined things.

There grow thorns among the pines, and there shines thunder among the rocks.

A timely counterattack, against the claws and fangs that emerged from the wind.

The water accumulates in the dark and then flows out into the river.

The obvious force, the dark force, and the transformed force were used to kill the pack of wind wolves whose bodies were constructed with wind and ice.

In the mist, attacks from the Wolf Lord appeared from time to time.

The icicles in the sky looked like falling rain, and the ice debris on the ground looked like sand and gravel, making movement even more difficult.

Jiang Yiteng moved and learned to shuttle between the half-moon rays of light emitted by the wolf's claws.

But stepping into empty space is not a good choice. Having nowhere to step on will make it difficult to avoid at that moment and will become a huge flaw.

The wolves came to bite and attack, and the fighting skills that dissolved the space turned into absolute dodge.

However, space combat skills cannot be used too often, and the cooling time means that it can only be used as a chance to escape danger in the most urgent situations.

Jiang Yi stepped on a tilted ice block and ran quickly, the blade of the sword in his hand turned blood red.

More and more wolves leaped out of the void, just like a pack of wolves hunting in reality, chasing him and tiring him out.

The Qi shield was broken again and again under the continuous attacks, and then repaired again and again in his mind.

The sword intent of thousands of swords from the Blood Moon Sword Tomb spread out from his hands.

The wolves were pierced through the hearts by thousands of swords. Without the protection of their flesh, their semi-illusory bodies restrained Jiang Yi's seven sword moves, but they were also restrained by this pure sword intent.

"Blood Moon, Soul Slayer!"

Compared to the seven sword styles of water, wind, fire, rock, ice, thunder and grass which are suitable for single killing and small-scale killing, the sword intent of the battlefield killing sword has a wider range and covers all the wind wolf souls at once.

Thousands of transparent swords are suspended in the air.

In the eyes of the wolf soul, the sky and the earth turned blood red. Rusty swords appeared in the spiritual world, whistling and shuttling through the glacier valley filled with extremely cold currents.

He retreated underground, and the sword sank into the ground.

How could the sword intent of ten thousand swords, which was condensed from the earth veins and the earth, be blocked by the earth?

The Lord of the Running Wolf dispersed the wolf spirits and came out of hiding.

"You got the sword from the Sword Tomb!"

"In the midst of killing, is it protection?"

Jiang Yi looked up at His huge figure and was alert.

The mist drifted away, revealing a corner of the square.

Glancing around, he saw steep piles of extremely cold icebergs, one after another, squeezing his position into the inner circle of the square.

The leader of the Running Wolf should have been inside the iceberg just now.

"Take this move from me!"

The leader of the running wolves spoke, the wind on his body was converging, the cold current was gathering, the ice-blue light was becoming more and more dazzling, turning the entire wolf's body into a dazzling energy body.

How can the weak defeat the strong when there is a huge gap in strength?

How far can your outburst reach!

This is a test of your potential between life and death, and your determination to fight to the death.

According to his calculations, Jiang Yi's ability to dissolve space had just been exhausted and had not yet recovered.

Jiang Yi couldn't dodge at this moment, as the earth veins were controlled by Him. The opponent couldn't get any help from him, so he could only use all the strength in his human body to resist the crushing energy.

If he held back, if he hesitated, he would be turned into an ice sculpture with his body shattered.

"The sword technique I created is the Seven Styles of Sun and Moon, which consists of nine swords, corresponding to the sun, moon and the seven elements of Teyvat."

Jiang Yi took a deep breath, "The Wolf King is already in the battle in the square, see me, Eight Swords!"

"Then let the Wolf King take a look at this last sword!"

He held his sword across his face and imagined in his mind the sun that he would be able to see every day when he woke up, as long as it was not cloudy or rainy.

The sun rises high, turning into a dazzling white sun.

The true energy in the whole body boiled, and the blood burned like a raging fire, turning into a light red color and floating out of the body.

Jiang Yi watched the torrent of ice and wind energy sweeping over him.

Slowly extend the sword forward.

The pure yang body allows the true qi to transform into pure yang qi.

The sword of extreme strength and masculinity is more magnificent, hotter, and brighter than the sword of fire; faster and more violent than the sword of thunder.

The golden-red sword light condensed everything, pierced through the winter, and melted the cold wind and ice and snow.