"Calamity of Killing, Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix!"
A phoenix cry seemed to come out of his mouth. The two swords drew a half arc in the air. "Weng weng" sounds came one after another, as if there were countless sword cries ringing at the same time. Behind him, the two wings were arranged into a pair of phoenix wings made of sword shadows.
With a thought from Su Yu, the phoenix wings burst open abruptly. Countless sword shadows shot out from within, covering the sky and earth as they surged toward Yan Zhaoyang.
The sword shadows let out a shrill hissing sound as they broke through the air. Such a sharp sword shadow, just one of them was enough to pierce through gold and split stone. Naturally, killing people was not a problem.
And at this moment, in front of Yan Chaoyang, there were countless such sharp sword shadows. It was believed that any cultivator below the first level, facing such a terrible attack, would be scared out of their wits.
"Humph!"
Unfortunately, Yan Chaoyang's expression did not change at all. He just snorted coldly, and the circular aura of thunder and lightning actually stopped, from the extreme violence, as if time had stopped flowing.
The countless sword shadows finally hit. At that moment, the earth seemed to be shaken by an inexplicable force. The circular aura was like a beating heart. The sound of thunder was wild like a dragon. Within the thunder and lightning, the shadow of a humanoid monster wearing armor appeared.
"Ao!"
The shadow raised its head and roared. The aura suddenly expanded. The countless sword shadows were annihilated by the aura.
The aftermath did not stop there. It turned into a wave of energy and returned to Su Yu. When Su Yu tried to react, he was sent flying by the energy. His whole body crashed heavily into the stone wall. He spat out a mouthful of blood and slowly slid down the stone wall to the ground.
He lowered his head. His expression could not be seen clearly. But without looking, it was known that his expression was not good.
On Yan Chaoyang's side, the shadow disappeared, but he still maintained the aura. He looked at Su Yu with a calm expression.
After a while, Su Yu slowly raised his head. When he was about to speak, a mouthful of blood gushed out.
He squinted his eyes and forced a smile. "I'm really curious. How strong are you if this isn't enough to force you to use your full strength?"
Yan Chaoyang was a man of few words, but this time, he opened his mouth.
"Why did you come if you knew you were going to die?"
When Su Yu heard this, he laughed again. He took a deep breath and waved the sword in his hand. "When I heard its mournful wail, I remembered that my path of the sword is to explore the inevitable. Even if I knew I was going to die, I wouldn't be satisfied until I exchanged blows with you."
Yan Chaoyang nodded and said, "Alright!"
The look in his eyes changed slightly. Those who were familiar with him knew that he was starting to get serious.
Su Yu smiled gratefully, his two swords dancing in the air. Strangely, his posture became more and more lazy, as if he was not paying attention to anything.
However, the sharpness brought about by the sword flower was bone-chilling. The airflow surged along with the sharpness, as if a cold wave was approaching. It was definitely not something that appeared on the surface.
"Drunken World …"
As he spoke, Su Yu slowly took two steps forward and suddenly spun around. His two swords slashed through the air, bringing about a strong whirlwind. His entire person turned into a sword-shaped tornado, pouncing towards Yan Chaoyang without warning.
Yan Chaoyang's body shook, wild yuan qi exploding from his body. His eyes became incomparably sharp.
"Army Destroyer …"
An immeasurable amount of yuan qi surged into the Dragon Soul Spear, causing this famous treasure weapon to become increasingly bright. From afar, Yan Chaoyang's entire body was wrapped in a deep blue luster, and the treasure weapon had completely covered his own luster.
In the blink of an eye, the sword-shaped tornado violently and violently crashed into him. Yan Chaoyang's wrist twisted, the Dragon Soul Spear was as agile as a flood dragon. Only the sound of metal and stone colliding could be heard. Sparks and scattered qi sputtered in all directions. The surrounding bluestone floor and stone walls were soon riddled with holes, as if there was a meteor shower.
Su Yu's figure was almost indistinguishable. Only his pair of eyes, in the chaos, shone like two black gems.
"Playing with the world!"
With a light shout that sounded like a laugh and a song, Su Yu, who was fiercely fighting with Yan Chaoyang, suddenly turned into a dozen or so afterimages. With Yan Chaoyang as the center, the afterimages held their swords and exchanged blows, and the sound of 'xiu xiu' rang out incessantly.
The speed of just one afterimage was already too fast to be captured by the naked eye, let alone a dozen identical afterimages.
Every time the afterimages crossed, there would be several sword rays. The sword rays were like the silk of a spider, interweaving into a sword storm that crisscrossed like a spider web, and in the center of the storm was Yan Chaoyang.
The aura field formed by the massive amount of yuan qi was constantly being cut and shattered layer by layer, as if it would explode into powder in the next moment.
Yan Chaoyang was still expressionless, but his lips moved slightly, "Leaving the dust behind!"
At the critical moment when the aura field was on the verge of collapse, he turned into a dark blue lightning and crashed into one of the afterimages.
The two of them crossed each other in a flash.
All the afterimages vanished in a puff of smoke in that instant.
All the phenomenons vanished into thin air.
Su Yu revealed his body, his face pale. With his back facing Yan Chaoyang, he staggered two steps forward, and finally couldn't stand steadily. Although he tried to use his sword to support his body, he still couldn't help but kneel on the ground.
In the hazy smoke and dust, the remaining strong wind with a dry smell tore at his tattered robe and untied black hair. The faint light reflected his lifeless shadow, making him look as miserable as a hero past his prime.
"Why … … did you leave me alive … …" He gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with anger.
If it wasn't for Yan Chaoyang deliberately deviating from the direction of his thrust at the last moment, Su Yu would already be a pile of meat on the ground.
But the opponent's mercy was undoubtedly a great humiliation to him.
With a flash of blue light, the Dragon Soul Spear disappeared.
Yan Chaoyang turned around, and said indifferently, "Sword arts in exchange for life."
Just like his style of being a man of few words, but the meaning could not be more clear.
Su Yu was startled, and then said with a face full of ridicule, "You have such spear skills, but you still want to seek another path. Could it be that you're stuck at the first grade and can't advance? Disloyal to your precious weapon, and you still want to become a Spiritual Master? "
He was temporarily blinded by anger, and that was why he said such words.
In fact, in the few moves of this duel, he already knew very well what kind of person Yan Chaoyang was.
He was not an idiot, and immediately reacted, and said, "I see, you're doing this for Yan Li!"
"Looks like his status in the Yanshan Robber is indeed extraordinary … …"
Su Yu slowly exhaled, and then reached into his chest pocket, and took out a very dilapidated book with a green cover. He handed it to Yan Chaoyang, and said, "In my early years, I was fortunate enough to obtain an incomplete form of the 'Green Lotus Sword Song', so I created the last three forms. My experience and understanding are all in it, and I only hope that he will not let down the efforts of his predecessors … …"
He looked coldly at Yan Chaoyang, and said, "Don't misunderstand, I'm not cherishing my life, I just don't want it to turn into dust with me."
Yan Chaoyang took it, casually glanced at it, and then put it in his chest pocket. Without another word, he turned around and left.
"Can I ask you a question?" Su Yu asked again.
Yan Chaoyang stopped in his tracks.
Su Yu said, "Have you already seen the supreme knowledge of martial arts?"
"Yes." Yan Chaoyang said, and then disappeared in a flash.
Su Yu shook his head with a bitter smile, and muttered to himself, "Although I'm not fated to become a Spiritual Master in this life, it's not a waste to fight with one!"
"Isn't this our Master Su Yu?"
At this moment, a person slowly walked in from the entrance of the alley, and his face was full of joy.
Su Yu turned his head to glance, and his pupils suddenly shrank, and then revealed undisguised disgust, "It's you!"
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