[Chapter 1239 Sword Qi and Poison Gas]
Yuan Chen Huan felt the dangerous breath from the sword in Yang Yiyu’s hand, and his face changed.
For Yang Yiyu, the sword spirit of the Dragon Slaying Sword unlocked the remaining 40% of the Xuanhuang Sword Qi, and the power of the 100% Xuanhuang Sword Qi did give him strong confidence.
With the blessing of the Supreme Immortal’s Enlightenment Seal, he finally had confidence in the power of this sword.
“Cut…” He
suddenly chopped down at Yuan Chen Huan and the Black Scale Python…
The 30-meter-tall Dharma body, holding the Dragon Slaying Sword, burst out a sword Qi that was as long as 90 feet, and the momentum was like a mountain.
The poisonous gas of Yuan Chen Huan and the Black Scale Python turned into a python at this moment, opening its mouth and biting.
For Yang Yiyu, this was a test to test how powerful the 100% Xuanhuang Sword Qi could be, or to test what kind of power the combination of sword Qi and Supreme Magical Power would have.
Yang Yiyun is actually very confident about the magical power of “Twelve Supremes”, because this is the magical power created by the old man himself. In the words of the old man, he created a supreme magical power every time he was a twelfth-level scattered immortal. In the end, the twelfth magical power was not passed on to the eldest brother, the second brother and the youngest sister. All the supreme magical powers were passed on to him, the last disciple, and he also wanted him to pass on the last magical power of the twelve supremes to his brothers and sisters in the future.
It can be said that the magical power of “Twelve Supremes” is the magical power that the old man perfected in the Qiankun Pot. It is a more comprehensive and powerful magical power. The twelve magical powers are all the hard work and perception of the old man. Rather than
saying that Yang Yiyun has strong confidence in the magical power of “Twelve Supremes”, it is better to say that Yang Yiyun has absolute confidence in the old man.
The more powerful the supreme magical power is, the greater its power will be. Now Yang Yiyun has only comprehended the second move, and there are ten magical powers behind it.
Moreover, his current cultivation level is the Great Perfection of the Combination Realm. He can only exert a limited power when he comprehends and cultivates the supreme magical power. The higher his cultivation level is, the more powerful the supreme magical power he can exert will be. The only
one who can be called the supreme magical power is the old man. I am afraid that there are not many people in the cultivation world who can do this.
At this time, Yang Yiyu used the power of the Supreme Immortal Seal and the ten-percent Xuanhuang sword energy of the Dragon Slaying Sword. He did not dare to say that he could kill the black-scaled python with one blow, but he would definitely not fight him to a draw like before.
This blow was also a blow that Yang Yiyu gritted his teeth to perform. The power of the Immortal Seal consumed most of his true energy at once…
Yang Yiyu also had a gambling element in this blow. If he still could not knock down or injure the black-scaled python and Yuan Chenhuan, then he would be unlucky.
The sword energy of the silver-gold light was formed by the sword energy of the Immortal Seal and the Dragon Slaying Sword, and it fell when Yang Yiyu uttered the word “slash”.
The power of Yuan Chen Huan and the black-scaled python merged, and the poisonous gas in the shape of a python also flew down with great momentum.
The sword energy and the poisonous gas finally intersected.
“Boom…”
Suddenly, there was a thunderous sound.
“Ah…”
“Roar…”
There was a faint dragon roar in the sword energy, and the roar of the python was heard in the poisonous gas.
A very strange scene happened at this moment.
Yang Yiyu’s sword instantly cut down, and was then swallowed up by the poisonous gas spewed out by the black-scaled python.
On the surface, Yang Yiyu’s sword energy was at a disadvantage, but at this time, the python transformed by the poisonous gas of the black-scaled python suddenly shook after swallowing Yang Yiyu’s sword energy, and the huge poisonous gas body stopped in mid-air, as if it was frozen.
It was also like time was frozen at this moment.
“Puff…”
At a certain moment, Yuan Chen Huan suddenly vomited blood with a puff, and the black-scaled python let out a mournful cry.
Yang Yiyu suddenly raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and smiled.
At this time, after pausing for about three breaths, the poisonous python exploded with a bang. The huge poisonous body decomposed in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the air.
This attack by Yang Yiyu was better than Yuan Chenhuan.
But he was not feeling well either, because after this attack, his true energy was basically exhausted.
However, when he saw the black-scaled python withering and Yuan Chenhuan vomiting blood, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Because although his true energy was exhausted, the breath of Yuan Chenhuan and the black-scaled python also withered.
At this time, it was obvious that both sides were severely injured…
Yang Yiyu’s Dharma image, which was about 30 meters high, could no longer support it. After a flash of golden light, his body returned to its normal size.
Two mother tree peaches appeared in his palm. Yang Yiyun opened his mouth and swallowed the two peaches to replenish the exhausted true energy in his body. He stared at Yuan Chenhuan with an expressionless face and said, “Yuan Chenhuan, if you are just this capable, I can kill you in a blink of an eye.”
He said this to delay some time and restore the true energy in his body.
Yuan Chenhuan’s face was livid at this moment. Hearing Yang Yiyun’s sarcastic words, he was extremely gloomy. He really didn’t expect Yang Yiyun to burst out such a powerful force and actually compete with him to gain the upper hand. The
powerful sword energy of the sword in Yang Yiyun’s hand just now made Yuan Chenhuan feel frightened. Moreover, it was combined with the previous magical power that was inherited from the Changsheng Palace. The two were combined together, and the power that burst out made him vomit blood.
As an old monster who has practiced for thousands of years, Yuan Chenhuan naturally knew how difficult it was to combine the power of sword energy with magical powers, but Yang Yiyun did it in the blink of an eye.
This kind of talent and understanding is simply terrifying.
Yuan Chenhuan narrowed his eyes, but said to himself in his heart, this kid is too rebellious, he must be killed, otherwise if he escapes, it will be a huge disaster in the future.
…
In Yang Yiyun’s eyes, it seems that Yuan Chenhuan is not as panicked as imagined. Although the old man vomited blood, he seemed very calm.
Sure enough, the next moment Yuan Chenhuan said, “It’s time for your game to end, kid. I have to admit that you are the most freak I have ever seen, and you are no worse than the so-called saints and saints of those holy places.
But…” Yuan Chenhuan stretched out his voice and said, “But if you think that this is all I have, then you are totally wrong. As a third-turn earth immortal, to be arrogant, I am the only one standing at the top of the pyramid, except for some cultivators who have transcended the limitations of the laws. Although I
came from the area above the Mahayana period, my cultivation realm was suppressed to the great perfection of tribulation, but so what? Do
you really think that the poison skills of a poison cultivator like me are Qingyan? I was injured before and you took advantage of me. This time… do you think I will give you another chance?”
At this moment, Yuan Chenhuan spoke like a completely different person, with a cold chill, and his words were full of sarcasm. When he looked at Yang Yiyu, it was like a hunter locking onto the prey that had escaped to a blind spot, with a pair of disdain in his old eyes.
Yang Yiyu snorted coldly, not caring at all. The supreme magical power of immortality and the full power of the Xuanhuang sword energy he had just displayed had already proved that he was now capable of competing with Yuan Chenhuan, the immortal old man. In his opinion, Yuan Chenhuan’s threats at this time were just a way for him to save face.
He snorted coldly and looked at Yuan Chenhuan and said, “Old Master Yuan, you still want to threaten me at this time? Is it useful?
To be honest, I never thought of provoking you at all. From the beginning to the end, it was you and Feng Yinyang, the old dog in human skin, who were plotting against me? I just wanted to protect myself.
Besides, Lu Yanzhi, you old immortal, still keep saying that she is your apprentice. Bah… shameless old thing, you adopted Lu Yanzhi since she was a child but just treated her as a medicine for you to overcome the tribulation. You are a completely inhuman beast.
Do you know that in Lu Yanzhi’s heart, she regards you as her father, but you only regard her as a spiritual medicine. You… are not worthy of being a human being. No wonder you are hanging out with Feng Yinyang, and you are at most a beast in human skin…”
“You… shut up.” Yuan Chenhuan interrupted Yang Yiyu furiously, his face pale and blue. He listened to Yang Yiyu’s words, his eyes flashed with complexity and pain, but then he changed his indifference and shouted: “What do you know?
You don’t know anything. I have been practicing for 3,850 years, starting from an ordinary person, from a small world with little spiritual energy. It is not easy to get to where I am today. Do you… know?”
At this point, Yuan Chenhuan roared with a ferocious face.
(End of this chapter)
