Xu Weilong's pupils shrank as he stared at the green sword. He had an inexplicable bad feeling.
Yang Qingxuan made a hand seal with his left hand and put away the yellow flag. In an instant, the barrier was destroyed and endless demonic energy rushed in.
Yang Qingxuan didn't retreat or dodge. He didn't even try to resist. He took a step forward and met the attack with his body.
"What?!"
Xu Weilong was shocked. He should have been happy, but his heart sank.
He didn't know why he had this bad feeling. It was a premonition that martial artists had when they cultivated to a certain level.
Everyone in the sea of clouds was shocked at the same time. They thought, "What is he doing?!"
"Boom!"
The power of All Flows Return to Origin that was originally pressing on the barrier instantly blasted on Yang Qingxuan's body. It shook the Green Chief Armor and demonic energy burst out.
Yang Qingxuan spat out a mouthful of blood, but he couldn't care less about suppressing his injuries. He slashed at Xu Weilong with his sword!
"The long river gradually falls and the dawn stars sink!"
The green sword light split open the dark sky in an instant, drawing a sword shadow that looked like a meteor.
Countless stars disappeared. It was like the darkest hour before dawn. It was incomparably depressing.
Yang Qingxuan waved his sword and a hundred ferocious ghosts appeared. There were even phantoms of Ghost Lords. However, their eyes were closed and they didn't solidify.
"Boom!"
The sword slashed on Xu Weilong's demonic body and broke through his demonic defense. It continued to slash down, making "peng peng peng" sounds of metal colliding.
The demonic scales on Xu Weilong's body exploded one by one, accompanied by a large amount of demonic blood spurting out. Countless little ghosts giggled and flew from the tip of the sword and drilled into the wounds.
"Ah!"
Xu Weilong was in pain from the sword slashes. He grimaced and screamed, then took a few steps back.
Yang Qingxuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and walked up with his sword.
Xu Weilong said in horror, "You're crazy!"
"Crazy?" Yang Qingxuan sneered and said, "I'm not crazy, but you will be soon. I'm more clear-headed than ever at this moment. The only way to kill you is to destroy Xu Weilong's physical body. And the best way to kill Xu Weilong is to trade a life for a life! "
As he spoke, he completely disregarded his internal injuries and raised his hand, accumulating power in the air again.
Under the biting cold light, over a hundred ghosts appeared on the sword, looking ferocious and terrifying.
From the surrounding sword tombs, sword sounds erupted. It was as if countless gravediggers had formed some sort of resonance with the hundred ghosts.
Xu Weilong was both shocked and angry. He hissed, "Trade a life for a life. I want to see how big your life is. How dare you trade with me!"
As he spoke, his figure flashed and teleported behind Yang Qingxuan. He raised his hand and slapped down with Return to Origin.
However, this time, his strength had increased to the late stage of Extreme Grade!
Suddenly, Xu Weilong's scarlet eyes narrowed. The places on his body that had been slashed by the Night of a Hundred Ghosts felt a constant tearing and numbness. There were also small ghosts lurking in his body, destroying his flesh.
Moreover, after he had increased his strength to the late stage of Extreme Grade, his physical body had begun to show signs of being unable to bear it.
The reason why Yang Qingxuan had chosen the Night of a Hundred Ghosts was because of its terrifying destructive power, which was many times that of other divine swords.
Xu Weilong said coldly, "For hundreds of years, those who have stood on the opposite side of me have all been consigned to eternal damnation. You are no exception!"
As he spoke, the power of his palm did not decrease. Instead, it increased a little.
Yang Qingxuan suddenly turned around and sneered, "If I kill you, I won't be on the opposite side anymore."
With a sneer, he faced the demonic power without dodging. He poured all his strength into the sword. A hundred ghosts appeared around him, forming a sword intent boundary.
"Boom!"
Xu Weilong's palm penetrated the dense ghost qi and slapped down.
The Green Chief Crescent Armor instantly burst out, but it only blocked for a moment before it was hit on the chest by the demonic palm.
At this moment, the Ten Terminal Formations inscribed on Yang Qingxuan's body were activated at the same time, strangling the monstrous demonic power.
At the same time, Yang Qingxuan's sword slashed out.
The sword slashed fiercely on Xu Weilong's body.
"Boom!"
Both of them were hit. They both spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward.
Yang Qingxuan fell heavily to the ground. Although he was protected by the Green Chief Crescent Armor and the Ten Terminal Formations, his internal organs were still injured by Xu Weilong's palm. A large amount of demonic energy entered his body and corroded it.
Xu Weilong, on the other hand, kept retreating in the arena as he roared like a wild beast.
His left shoulder was almost completely cut open by the Night of a Hundred Ghosts. An extremely deep sword wound opened from his shoulder to his chest. Large amounts of demonic blood spurted out.
Moreover, a large amount of green light appeared at the wound, dyeing the blood green.
Soon, the sound of a hundred ghosts playing and crying came from the wound, shaking one's mind.
A pair of ghost hands even reached out from the wound and tried to tear open Xu Weilong's wound. A ghost head with a strange smile looked at Xu Weilong and chuckled.
"Ah!"
The entire sea of clouds turned pale with fright. Everyone was terrified.
When had they ever seen such a terrifying scene?
Zhong Jie was also stunned. How could he not understand Yang Qingxuan's numerous attacks? It turned out that he had been wrong all along.
"Ah!"
Xu Weilong screamed in pain. His face became indescribably pale, and large beads of cold sweat rolled down his forehead.
The little ghost wanted to crawl out with its entire body and completely tear open Xu Weilong's left shoulder.
"Just a little ghost. What can you do to me? Go to hell!"
Xu Weilong roared. The five fingers of his right hand grabbed and pierced into the little ghost's head. With a forceful grab, it exploded into pieces.
The little ghost screamed, but it didn't completely disappear. The exploded pieces turned into even smaller ghosts and drilled into the body again.
Xu Weilong's expression changed greatly. However, he was Lu Yukui after all, one of the top ten sect leaders and the overlord of the world. He immediately calmed down.
He suddenly channeled his True Essence and forcefully broke off his left arm. "Bang! Bang! Bang!" It exploded, along with the little ghost inside.
Then, he raised his hand and made a hand seal, triggering the demonic fire in his body to burn the ghosts. However, his aura had already fallen to the extreme.
Yang Qingxuan struggled to stand up from the ground. He spat out a few mouthfuls of blood and swallowed elixirs one by one.
Then, he took a step forward and walked towards Xu Weilong.
Hundred Ghosts Parade was in his hand, emitting a leisurely cold intent. The green light was like light, coiling around the sword. With Yang Qingxuan's steps, it spread out bit by bit.
Inside the glorious hall, Lu Yukui's expression was very ugly. Even in his dreams, he never thought that Yang Qingxuan could force his three corpses into such a desperate situation.
As if he had made a great decision, Lu Yukui's hand seals changed and turned into Dao patterns. They evolved into a vast and mighty force and then disappeared into the void.
In front of the huge crystal, Yang Yunjing watched quietly. There were no ripples in his eyes, but he felt something in his heart. He suddenly said, "Are you really willing? If you use this move, I'm afraid it will consume a hundred years of your bitter cultivation, right? "
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