[Chapter 243: Spiritual Attack Kills Monk]
was hit hard by the crazy old demon for several times. Although he had the true qi to protect himself, he still suffered internal injuries.
The internal strength of the ancient warriors at the peak of the ninth level of the dark energy is really not a joke.
Yang Yiyun found that if he fought alone, he could suppress the ancient warriors at the peak of the ninth level of the dark energy, but it was a bit difficult to face two at the same time, but he could still handle it.
In this battle with the old demon and the Fuso ninja, Yang Yiyun was still inferior to these old immortals in combat experience, otherwise he would not be so embarrassed.
The dizziness in his head at this time was not only due to the internal injuries caused by the old demon, but also because he used the true fire and true qi, and even flew in the air, etc., which was a combined consumption.
Speaking of flying, it was an unexpected surprise in this battle. Although he could only jump to a height of six meters and stay in the air for only five seconds, it was enough for him.
Yang Yiyun believed that as long as he calculated the flight time well in the future, he would definitely be able to gain the upper hand against the enemy.
At least, if you can’t win, running away should be an advantage.
It’s a pity that it consumes a lot of true energy.
On the other side, Duanmu Xingtian just abandoned his ancient sword to save him, and was suppressed and beaten by the fake monk and Shentu, and was very embarrassed.
Other people from the Duanmu family also fought with the people brought by Shentu Laogui, and they couldn’t take care of helping Duanmu Xingtian.
Yang Yiyu endured the churning in his body, flipped his palm and took out a Peiyuan Dan to treat his internal injuries, and then forced himself to stand up and walked towards Duanmu Xingtian.
Duanmu Xingtian helped him, no matter for what purpose, it was a life-saving grace. If it weren’t for Duanmu Xingtian’s flying sword, Yang Yiyu knew that Fusang’s knife would definitely fall on his head, and he was scared just thinking about it.
Although his body was also very vain at the moment, Duanmu Xingtian had been completely suppressed by Shentu Laogui and the fake monk, and he would be defeated sooner or later.
Yang Yiyun still admires Duanmu Xingtian’s fighting ability. Before, he faced three masters of the same realm at the same time without any defeat. Now that the ancient sword in his hand is out of hand, he has been fighting with the fake monk Shentu Laogui. His strength is indeed matched with his previous domineering words.
Knowing to repay a favor, Yang Yiyun is willing to do it even if he is injured.
He walked over to pick up Duanmu Xingtian’s ancient sword, picked up the Fuso Ninja’s samurai sword from the ground, and rushed over.
He didn’t bring the Dragon Slaying Sword this time, which was a bit of a disadvantage.
Now he can only pick up a samurai sword to make do with.
With the Peiyuan Pill down his stomach, when the medicine was dissolved and opened, Yang Yiyun finally felt a little more comfortable and was shocked.
He shouted to Duanmu Xingtian: “Senior Duanmu, take the sword~”
and threw Duanmu Xingtian’s ancient sword over while speaking.
Yang Yiyun’s voice, these are the three big masters who turned their eyes to him.
Duanmu Xingtian grabbed the ancient sword in his hand, with a smile on his face, laughing wildly. He saw Yang Yiyu kill the Fusang ninja and the old demon.
In contrast to Duanmu Xingtian, Shentu Laogui and the fake monk showed fear on their faces, because the two allies of the old demon and the Fusang ninja were dead. They
were killed by Yang Yiyu.
They never thought that Yang Yiyu would be so powerful.
Now Yang Yiyu has joined the battle, which makes Shentu Laogui and the fake monk frightened.
Duanmu Xingtian alone is difficult to deal with. If Yang Yiyu is added, this battle is unpredictable.
I didn’t expect that Duanmu Xingtian would kill him halfway when he wanted to rob Yang Yiyu. Now that two masters are dead, Shentu Laogui and the fake monk have the intention to retreat.
However, Duanmu Xingtian laughed wildly, waving the ancient sword in his hand, and counterattacked with great force.
The sword is not a weapon. For ancient warriors, having an ancient sword in hand and not having a sword in hand are completely different.
Yang Yiyun aimed at the fake monk and stabbed him with a knife. The
fake monk waved his Zen stick and stabbed Yang Yiyun’s knife with a clang, but he was shocked because he felt that Yang Yiyun’s internal strength was stronger than his. He cursed secretly: “Where did this monster come from~” It is
really puzzling that he has such a strong strength at such a young age.
It would be hard to understand if you just beat the fake monk to death .
Yang Yiyun, at this stage, cannot learn magic because of his cultivation limit. Otherwise, facing the ancient warrior, maybe only one magic can be done.
Fighting with the fake monk gave Yang Yiyun confidence, and his internal strength was better than his own.
One-on-one, he can suppress the fake monk.
The samurai sword in his hand turned and swung it suddenly, one knife after another, and chopped out eighteen knives in a row.
The true energy was used on each knife.
The fake monk kept retreating and his arms were numb.
After Yang Yiyu chopped out eighteen times, he raised his mouth and took advantage of the fake monk’s feet not being able to stand firmly, and suddenly flew up.
He held the knife in his right hand and the real fire missile in his left hand, five small flames, and went towards the fake monk.
When the fake monk saw the flames in Yang Yiyu’s hand, his face changed drastically. He had seen the old demon being burned by Yang Yiyu’s flames before. He
dodged in panic.
Yang Yiyu did not expect the real fire to burn the fake monk, but to create panic for the fake monk. Seeing that the fake monk’s steps were already disordered, he
suddenly chopped down with the samurai sword in his hand.
The body moved in the air, and the knife hit the back of the fake monk’s neck.
“Puff~”
Yang Yiyun’s feet also landed on the ground.
“Bang~”
The fake monk died, his eyes wide open, looking like he was dying with his eyes open.
Maybe he couldn’t figure out why Yang Yiyun was so powerful?
In fact, for Yang Yiyun, it was completely normal to be able to kill the fake monk.
Just kidding, he was a cultivator, using the true essence fire and powerful spiritual consciousness. If he still couldn’t kill the fake monk, it would be his failure.
The kill just now was to attack the fake monk with spiritual power, which made him lose his mobility for a short time.
Before, he didn’t use spiritual power to attack the old demon and the ninja. One reason was that he forgot, and the other was that he lacked combat experience and was in a hurry when he was attacked by the two.
Now, he thought of the method of spiritual attack to deal with the fake monk in an instant. After trying it, it was quite effective.
But he also knew that spiritual attack was also a risk against the master of the ninth level of dark energy. It’s
possible that his soul power is very strong.
Facts have proved that the soul power of ancient warriors at the peak of the ninth level of dark energy is indeed very strong.
He only controlled it for less than a breath, but at this time his cultivation was strong, and a breath was enough for Yang Yiyu to kill the fake monk.
On the other side, after Yang Yiyu killed the fake monk, Shen Tu Laogui saw it from the corner of his eye, his pupils suddenly shrank, and after forcing Duanmu Xingtian back with one blow, he ran away without thinking. It
‘s too damn evil, how long did it take to chop off the fake monk’s head in an instant?
You must know that the fake monk is an ancient warrior at the peak of the ninth level of dark energy~ not an ordinary lower level. Kill him
when you say kill.
This Yang Yiyu reveals weirdness everywhere, so it’s better to run away.
He also struggled to face Duanmu Xingtian, and with Yang Yiyu who had freed his hands after killing the fake monk, he was doomed to die, so Shen Tu Laogui ran away freely.
But Yang Yiyu didn’t give him a chance. He flew up again with his Qi running. He took three steps in mid-air and caught up with him. He stabbed Shentu Laogui on the head. Of course, his spiritual power also attacked him at the same time.
At this time, Duanmu Xingtian followed and stabbed Shentu Laogui with a sword.
Facing Yang Yiyu’s knife, Shentu Laogui almost subconsciously swung his sword to avoid it, but when he moved, he felt a rumbling sound in his head, and his whole body trembled. He quickly bit his tongue and woke up immediately. Fortunately, he barely avoided Yang Yiyu’s knife. However
, he felt a pain in his back. He
was pierced by a sword from Duanmu Xingtian who caught up.
His vitality was lost quickly and he fell softly to the ground.
At this point, the four masters at the peak of the ninth level of the dark energy were all dead.
Three died at the hands of Yang Yiyu, and the last Shentu Laogui died at the hands of Duanmu Xingtian.
In fact, only Yang Yiyu knew that Duanmu Xingtian was able to succeed because he used a spiritual attack on Shentu Laogui, which allowed Duanmu Xingtian to easily kill Shentu Laogui with one sword.
The four masters were all killed.
Seeing this, the ancient warriors on Shentu Laogui’s side fled one by one, but few escaped.
And almost half of the ancient warriors brought by Duanmu Xingtian died.
(End of this chapter)
