Chapter 627:
"Bring it on!"
Ning Yue's face lit up with joy as he watched the Bloodthirsty Sword approach him. He forced a drop of blood onto the Red Demon Sword and threw it with all his might.
"Haha, my Bloodthirsty Sword is a low-grade King Rank flying sword. It's almost a mid-grade King Rank flying sword."
Gui Yi frowned and said, "You dare to let your flying sword collide with the Bloodthirsty Sword? I have to say, you're really … What?!"
Gui Yi couldn't help but laugh when he saw Ning Yue throw the Red Demon Sword.
However, just as he was about to mock Ning Yue, his eyes widened and a cold expression appeared on his face.
Ding!
The two flying swords collided, and a crisp sound resounded in the area.
Then, the Bloodthirsty Sword was like a kite with a broken string, falling straight into the distance and smashing heavily into the ground.
"This is impossible!"
Gui Yi had never imagined that the Bloodthirsty Sword that he was so proud of would be defeated so thoroughly and without any warning.
"Nothing is impossible."
Ning Yue waved the Red Demon Sword in his hand and said indifferently, "The Bloodthirsty Sword is a low-grade King Rank flying sword, and the flying sword in my hand is higher than that."
"To be precise, my flying sword has reached the peak of King Rank."
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Gui Yi almost roared, "You're only a mid-grade Primal Core cultivator, how can you control a peak King Rank flying sword? I know you want to divert my attention and wait for an opportunity to make a move. I'll tell you the truth, I won't let you succeed! "
"Evil Eye, go control the Bloodthirsty Sword. The Dark Emperor and I will deal with Gui Yi!"
Ning Yue didn't care about Gui Yi's reaction. There were less than 30 minutes left until the one-hour deadline. What he needed to do was capture or kill Gui Yi as soon as possible!
Otherwise, he would be exposed when the Corpse Sect powerhouses arrived.
Without the Bloodthirsty Sword, Gui Yi's combat strength would drop by at least 30 to 40 percent.
In other words, Gui Yi's current strength could only contend with a late-stage Yin-Yang Stage martial artist.
If he and the Dark Emperor joined hands, they were not afraid of late-stage Yin Yang Realm martial artists!
Rumble!
While Ning Yue and Gui Yi were engaged in a fierce battle, the other four puppets were gradually showing signs of weakening.
After all, the spirit corpses had a small amount of intelligence. The puppets could contend with them for a short period of time, but in the long run, it was inevitable that they would be defeated.
"Hahaha, Ning Yue, the Spectral Corpse will completely destroy the puppet in ten minutes. How are you going to fight me then?" First Ghost was naturally aware of the situation on the other side of the battlefield. He laughed loudly and said, "If you know what's good for you …"
"Noisy!"
Ning Yue interrupted Gui Yi's words and immediately slashed out a sky-shaking sword wave towards Gui Yi's neck.
"Go!"
A cold light shot out from the Dark Emperor's eyes, and it shot towards Gui Yi along with the sword wave.
"Humph! You want to defeat me in ten minutes with just the two of you trash? Dream on! "
Although Gui Yi had lost the Bloodthirsty Sword, he was still as arrogant as ever.
"Even if I don't use the Bloodthirsty Sword, killing late-stage Yin Yang Realm martial artists is like child's play to me."
The Great Elder of the Zhang family, Zhang He, was a late-stage Yin Yang Realm martial artist.
When Gui Yi killed him, he did not use the Bloodthirsty Sword. Instead, he relied on a variety of spells to kill him.
Therefore, Gui Yi was very confident that he could withstand the attack for ten minutes.
"I'll let you show off for another ten minutes. Ten minutes …" The corner of Gui Yi's mouth curled up as he said sinisterly.
However, before Gui Yi could finish his words, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his aura instantly dropped from the pinnacle Yuan Core stage to the late-stage Yuan Core stage!
"Hehe, Gui Yi, I might have to disappoint you."
The Dark Emperor laughed when he saw the cold light he had slashed at Gui Yi's neck. "It's easier for the two of us to kill a late-stage Yin Yang Realm martial artist than playing around."
"Oh, right." As he spoke, the Dark Emperor seemed to have thought of something and added, "Recently, there have been four or five pinnacle Yin Yang Realm martial artists who have died in our hands. You haven't even reached the Yin Yang Realm. Killing you won't give me any sense of accomplishment at all."
Pfft!
Gui Yi spat out a mouthful of blood when he heard the Dark Emperor's mocking words. His body could not help but tremble.
"Damn it! I was too careless!"
Gui Yi cursed inwardly. His eyes quickly turned as he tried to think of a countermeasure.
In Gui Yi's opinion, the black dog's cold light was nothing to be afraid of, so he only used 10% of his strength to block it.
As for the remaining 90% of his strength, he put it all into Ning Yue's sword wave.
In the end, he managed to block the sword wave, but the black dog's cold light slashed his throat.
Gui Yi's face darkened when he felt the cold breath from his throat. He wished he could swallow the black dog alive!
However, Gui Yi knew that he couldn't be impulsive. He had to stay calm.
"Ning Yue, the experts from the Corpse Sect will arrive in less than half an hour. If they find out that I'm dead, they will definitely do everything they can to investigate." The closer it was to a life and death situation, the calmer Gui Yi became. His calmness was somewhat terrifying.
In fact, Ning Yue admired Gui Yi for being able to remain so calm even in the face of death. It had to be said that his mental fortitude was really strong.
However, in the face of absolute strength, mental fortitude was nothing.
To hell with it!
Kacha!
Ning Yue didn't want to waste time with Gui Yi. He stomped his feet on the ground, causing the bluestone floor to crack.
"Specter Corpses, come here!"
Seeing that Ning Yue was about to arrive in front of him, Gui Yi couldn't help but shout, "Two Specter Corpses, stall the four puppets. The other two go all out to kill Ning Yue!"
"It's too late to think of this now."
Ning Yue's eyes turned cold. The Red Demon Sword in his hand continued to expand in front of Gui Yi's eyes. Finally, it pierced Gui Yi's throat under his horrified gaze.
Puff!
The flying sword pierced Gui Yi's body and blood splattered everywhere!
The scene was a little bloody.
"Come out!"
Gui Yi firmly grabbed the Red Demon Sword with both hands and wanted to pull it out from his neck.
"Ah!"
However, just as Gui Yi's hands came into contact with the Red Demon Sword, he screamed like a pig being slaughtered.
Whoosh!
Two bloody palms fell to the ground.
"My … hand."
Gui Yi lowered his head to look at his arm. His eyes were slightly bloodshot as he stuttered, "Ning Yue, return … my …"
Plop!
Before he could finish his sentence, Gui Yi's body fell backward with a loud thud.
"Gui Yi, you should feel honored to be killed by a peak King rank flying sword."
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