Even with Wu Yu's cultivation, he had to forcefully reverse the profound qi and forcefully raise his strength in order to deal with the emergency. Although his physical body was not damaged, his internal organs were unavoidably injured, but this little bit of injury was not considered serious. At most, he would be able to suppress it with a few circulations of his Qi.
In spite of this, Wu Yu could not care less about the severity of his injuries. Instead, he was caught in an unprecedented state of stupor.
What kind of power was this? It was a mystical power that he had never seen before in his life!
Regarding this point, Wu Yu could confirm it himself!
Since the start of the fight, it was the first time Wu Yu was flustered and flustered.
In terms of strength, he had the absolute advantage. He did not lack combat experience either, at least not inferior to Yun Yang.
Furthermore, from the beginning of the fight, he knew what level of mystical Qi his opponent possessed, what tactics he used, how long he could push his opponent to the end of his rope, and what techniques he could use to push his opponent to the end of his rope …
When he could force his opponent to burn his life force, when he could force his opponent to self-destruct …
Wu Yu had a clear understanding of all these, a precise judgment!
This was the experience and intuition he had accumulated from thousands of years of battles.
Now, however, Wu Yu realized sadly that it was this experience and intuition that had harmed him and interfered with his judgment!
His heart told him that Yun Yang was now at the end of his rope. Even if he were to burn his life force, he would not be able to summon too much power. Even if Yun Yang could self-destruct now, the threat he posed would not be much of a threat. It was far from enough to pull him along with him.
However, the other party had suddenly transformed, recovering from an extremely bad state where he should have been at the end of his rope, to a state of vigor and vigor! He had even unleashed a power that was beyond his knowledge, a power that he had never come into contact with before!
He was full of energy, full of vigor and vigor, charging back!
Wu Yu was even a little lost, flustered, and at a loss for what to do. He could only react based on his instinct.
Just as he was in a daze, Yun Yang took the opportunity to cast his signature move, displaying the two strongest moves of Destiny Blade so far.
The Gates of Life and Death opened!
The Eighteen Levels of Hell!
Without a doubt, these two techniques were the strongest and most unparalleled techniques of Saber Truth: Destiny Blade that Yun Yang had cultivated. With Yun Yang's current cultivation base, when he executed these two techniques at the same time, he would be in a state of complete exhaustion at the same time!
Correspondingly, the power of these two moves could be imagined!
However, with a whistling sound, the saber light that filled the air suddenly gathered and condensed into a beam.
The blazing, glaring white light shot out and split into two!
In front of Wu Yu, there seemed to be a door that should not exist in this world suddenly opened!
The Door of Life and Death!
One step forward was like a mountain of blades, one step back was like a sea of fire!
This sort of scene seemed to have materialized from nothingness, and it was completely real.
The piercingly cold saber light tore through his body!
Behind the door, there was still the eighteen levels of hell. It was so familiar, just like his imagination and knowledge of the eighteen levels. At that moment, his thoughts ran amok, and he could no longer control himself. His body's balance was completely skewed by Yun Yang.
Wu Yu sighed in his heart and closed his eyes.
How did he end up like this when he was in a good situation?
Life and death, hell in front of him?
In the next moment, Seven Stars Fall!
Wu Yu knew that his mind was already bewitched by Yun Yang's technique and that it was inevitable for him to be struck. He steeled his heart and executed the Seven Stars Gate's most extreme and desperate move. He did not hold back at all, intending to perish together with his opponent.
However, he had already lost his balance and was unsure of where the attack would land. Furthermore, he could clearly feel that his body was being sliced into pieces by the sharp saber energy cast by his opponent.
As long as he was not dead!
As long as he could survive this move!
As he attacked with all his might, he mustered his remaining strength to retreat quickly, intending to escape from danger. It was a pity that it was too late. The eighteen levels of hell had already enveloped his entire body; he was now in another space. The so-called retreat was merely a figment of his imagination; it was completely ineffective.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh …
That was the sound of the saber's edge landing on his body. He was a third level pinnacle Saint King; the sturdiness of his physical body was comparable to that of a divine weapon. Even with the sharpness of the Divine Edge, the first slash could only break through the surface layer of his mystical Qi defense. At the very least, he would have to wait until the second slash landed on his body before it could truly cause any damage.
Yun Yang had already calculated this. With a flick of his wrist, hundreds of slashes fell rapidly. With such a frequent attack, there had to be a few slashes that landed on the same spot!
As the saber light fell, lines of blood shot out in a frenzy!
From afar, the sky above the arena looked like a red ball of blood.
It continued to roll and spread in the air!
A furious roar followed by a deafening explosion!
A mushroom cloud suddenly rose in the arena.
Honestly speaking, Wu Yu did not want to self-destruct. As long as he could get through this, he was confident that he could exhaust Yun Yang to death. But the previous mistake had a huge impact on Wu Yu, and it was too fatal!
The moment the balance was lost, Yun Yang had grasped the opportunity. It was only a momentary change that had turned the tables on him.
Trapped in the atmosphere of the Eighteen Abysses of Hell, Wu Yu's state of mind was increasingly unbalanced, rendering him powerless to turn the tables. Unable to break free from the shackles, he could only choose to self-destruct amidst the saber light!
If he did not self-destruct, he could only be sliced into dust by Yun Yang's slashes, unable to do anything else.
He really did not have any other way.
However, his self-destruction this time was too passive. To Yun Yang, it was not even as powerful as the self-destruction he had endured when he faced off against the Golden Cauldron Sect's Great Elder, Qu Xiaofeng!
After the explosion, everyone could see that as the mushroom cloud rose, there was a purple silhouette flying and rolling at the top of the mushroom cloud.
It soared another two hundred feet into the air before its purple robe was completely torn apart, fluttering in the air like butterflies. Yun Yang, on the other hand, was wearing a bluish-white inner robe and was still safe and sound. The bluish-white inner robe was only slightly damaged.
At this moment, he even had the time to dodge in the air.
Even though he spat out a mouthful of blood, everyone could see clearly that the Residence of Nine Supremes' sect leader was not in any life-threatening danger. Compared to Wu Yu, who had self-destructed, he was in a much better state!
Pu Deshuang's face had long darkened. In fact, it had darkened the moment Wu Yu self-destructed!
Looking at the indescribably excited Huo Yunfeng, Pu Deshuang's lips moved a few times before he managed to hold back the urge to curse.
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