Just in time
"There is a way, but …"
The Red Devil gritted his teeth and said, "Not to refine the dead spirit energy, but to seal it in the Red Devil Sword."
"I'll leave this to you. I'll block Yan Mo first!" Ning Yue said in a low voice.
"With my strength, I can only seal the dead spirit energy for three minutes at most. After three minutes, the dead spirit energy will definitely break the seal!" The Red Devil said again, "At that time, if we can't find a way to suppress it, it will break the Red Devil Sword, or explode in the Red Devil Sword!"
"Three minutes, huh."
Ning Yue took a deep breath, his expression solemn.
Logically speaking, it would be very difficult for Ning Yue to kill Yan Mo in three minutes. But now that things had come to this, he had no other choice! He could only fight with his life on the line.
The next moment, Ning Yue took out the Red Devil Sword that he had put away long ago, and the Primordial Qi in his sea of consciousness was frantically injected into the Red Devil Sword.
Buzz!
With the injection of Primordial Qi, the Red Devil Sword let out a buzzing sound.
Ding!
When the buzzing sound reached its peak, Ning Yue's legs bent slightly. With the sword in front and his body behind, he charged at Yan Mo like a cheetah.
"Kid, you forced me to do this!"
Looking at Ning Yue who was constantly approaching him, Yan Mo's eyes shone brightly.
After a low shout, Yan Mo flicked his sleeves, and a silver-white whip appeared in his hand in an instant.
Crack!
Yan Mo quickly waved the whip in his hand, making cracking sounds.
God Striking Whip!
The whip that Yan Mo took out was called the God Striking Whip, a middle-grade King level Dharma treasure.
The God Striking Whip had a special characteristic. It was tough, comparable to the body of a warrior at the peak of the Creation Realm.
Ordinary Dharma treasures and flying swords could not affect it at all.
"Kid, I want to see whether the flying sword in your hand is stronger, or my God Striking Whip is stronger!"
The corners of Yan Mo's mouth curled up, and the God Striking Whip quickly lashed out to meet the Red Devil Sword.
Swoosh!
However, what happened next caused Yan Mo's pupils to shrink, and he could not help but retreat.
Ning Yue raised his sword and slashed at the God Striking Whip.
The sword and the whip collided. What Yan Mo had expected did not happen. Instead, the Deity Striking Whip was broken by the flying sword in Ning Yue's hand!
Yan Mo opened his mouth slightly as he looked at the small section of the whip that had fallen to the ground. His face was filled with confusion.
The Deity Striking Whip was a middle-grade king rank magic treasure, yet it was broken just like that?
A flying sword that could cut the Deity Striking Whip in half …
Did that mean that the red flying sword in Ning Yue's hand had reached the Emperor Level?!
When he thought of this, Demon Yan's face burned with passion.
The God Striking Whip was only a mid-grade King Grade Magic Treasure, so losing it was losing it. If he could obtain a Monarch Grade Flying Sword, then everything would be worth it.
"Brat, hand over the flying sword in your hand and I can leave your corpse intact," Yan Mo said coldly as he threw the remaining half of the God Striking Whip to the side.
"Noisy!"
Ning Yue knew very well what he had to do.
The Red Fiend could only seal the Dead Spirit Qi for three minutes. After three minutes, the Dead Spirit Qi might very well break the Red Fiend Sword.
There was only three minutes left for Ning Yue.
There was not much time to begin with. How could Ning Yue possibly waste time talking nonsense with Yan Mo here?
Therefore, after Ning Yue said this, he gripped the Red Fiend Sword again and charged at Yan Mo.
"Humph! Refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit! "
Yan Mo snorted coldly. He fully unleashed the aura of a peak Creation Realm and pressed down on Ning Yue.
At the same time, in order to quickly defeat Ning Yue, Yan Mo wrapped all the Primordial Qi in his body around his wrist. His fist brought along an extremely violent Primordial Qi gale as it ruthlessly slammed towards Ning Yue's head.
The power of Yan Mo's punch was extremely great. It could be said to be the most powerful move he could execute at this stage.
In the past, Yan Mo had used this move to easily kill martial artists of the same level.
He first used his aura to oppress the other party, then combined it with the Primordial Qi in his body to deliver a shocking punch.
"Your oppressive aura is useless against me."
The Primordial Qi in Ning Yue's consciousness churned. The Primordial Qi on his right fist was no less than that on Yan Mo's fist.
The oppressive aura of a Supreme Martial Artist might be able to affect Ning Yue.
However, Ning Yue did not take the oppressive aura of a peak Creation Realm seriously at all.
"Palm of Life and Death!"
When the Primordial Qi on his fist had gathered to its peak, Ning Yue suddenly opened his fist into a palm and grabbed at Yan Mo's fist.
"Don't think that you can block this punch of mine just because your palm defeats my fist. To tell you the truth, if you think that way, you are dreaming and deceiving yourself with Primordial Qi," Yan Mo said sinisterly.
"Is that so?"
Just as his palm was about to collide with Yan Mo's fist, a smile appeared at the corners of Ning Yue's lips.
"Hmm?" Ning Yue's sudden action caused Yan Mo's heart to skip a beat. He faintly felt that something was wrong.
However, Yan Mo was a martial artist at the peak of the Creation Realm. He had a firm will. He shook his head and tried hard to calm himself down.
Then, Yan Mo's fist unavoidably collided with Ning Yue's palm.
Bam!
A muffled sound rang out.
The huge force that came from the palm caused Ning Yue's pupils to shrink slightly. Pain appeared on his face.
"Hahaha, boy, your fate has long been decided. Fighting with me, you are destined not to have a good ending!" Seeing Ning Yue's appearance, Yan Mo laughed wildly at the sky.
Puff!
However, just as Yan Mo's arrogant laughter fell, a crisp sound rang out in the area.
Yan Mo had wanted to say something, but when he heard this crisp sound, he was instantly dumbfounded.
Yan Mo lowered his head and looked at the blood-red flying sword that had pierced into his heart at some point. His eyes widened and his mouth opened. He extended his palm and pointed at Ning Yue, saying in disbelief, "How is this possible!"
Puff!
Ning Yue kicked Yan Mo's body and used the force to retreat rapidly.
"Yan Mo, nothing is impossible in this world. Where there is desire, there is weakness."
Ning Yue wiped the blood off the Red Demon Sword and said calmly, "You want this flying sword of mine. This is desire. Desire has blinded your eyes, causing you to only notice when the flying sword pierced into your heart."
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! "
As Yan Mo spoke, he retreated backward.
"You want to leave?"
Ning Yue naturally knew what Yan Mo was planning. However, he did not plan to let Yan Mo go. Against a martial artist at the peak of the Creation Realm, he had to kill him on the spot. Moreover, he had to kill him until nothing was left.
"Go!"
As soon as he said he would, Ning Yue quickly threw out the Red Demon Sword in his hand.
Whoosh!
The Red Demon Sword drew a beautiful arc in midair. Under Yan Mo's almost despairing gaze, it drew closer and closer to him.
"No … Puff!"
Yan Mo let out a hysterical scream.
The next moment, the scream came to an abrupt end. Yan Mo opened his mouth slightly, wanting to say something. However, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and fell backward with an indignant expression.
Puff puff!
The Red Demon Sword pierced into Yan Mo's chest. In a short few seconds, Yan Mo had been devoured into a skeleton.
Crack!
Ning Yue waved his hand and a strong gust of wind blew, turning Yan Mo's remaining skeleton into nothing.
"Three minutes, just right."
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