"I'll fight you to the death..."
The sight of his juniors being slaughtered made Yun Yao roar. The dignified executive elder of the Yun Family, the leader of the first defense formation, had actually given up on the core of the formation. His body suddenly shifted, and he suddenly rushed towards Fang Xing who was far away. Then, the dense sword Qi in his palm slashed towards Fang Xing. This strike contained his anger, and it was as white as the Milky Way pouring down from the heavens.
"Clang clang clang..."
The black light in Fang Xing's palm rose upwards, and it collided with Yun Yao's sword light.
Boom!
The black and white sword lights intertwined, and then with a rumble, spread out, and surged in all directions.
"Great Elder, save me..."
A sword cultivator of the Yun Family who was guarding the formation shouted desperately. He was affected by the sword Qi, and his figure was revealed, as if he had been seriously injured.
"Hehe..."
Fang Xing and Yun Yao exchanged a blow head-on, and he was not at a disadvantage, but a hint of a smile appeared in his eyes.
"You... You stop..."
Yun Yao was shocked, and the second strike went straight out.
With just one slash, the little devil's shadow had already disappeared. He hurriedly turned his head and immediately saw that the little devil had already strangely rushed behind the few juniors of the Yun Family who had revealed themselves. Streaks of black light burst forth and directly shattered the sword lights that the juniors had hurriedly sent out. Then, he cut off their heads. His expression was gloomy and cold as his figure disappeared once again.
"Enough, juniors of the Yun Family, retreat quickly..."
Yun Yao could not care less at this point. He could not stand such a massacre, and the Yun Family could not afford to lose these juniors.
In addition, he even vaguely realized that the formation that he was guarding should have been a help to him, but at this moment, the little devil seemed to have taken advantage of a loophole. In addition, the demonic sword Qi in his palm, in the entire Metal Element Formation, the Dao nature of the formation was mutually generated, and the mana was in harmony. The Metal Element Formation, which should have been suppressing him, seemed to have been stolen by the little devil, and its power was fierce.
If he wanted to leave the formation, it would be impossible to stop him. However, he just had to kill without end, as if he really wanted to slaughter all of the Yun Family's younger generation.
Under these circumstances, he no longer cared about the operation of the great formation. He directly ordered the Yun Family juniors to retreat to the edge of the formation and away from the battlefield.
As for himself, he gave up on the power of the grand formation. He wanted to use his true Sword Dao to stay at the heart of the formation and kill this little demon!
On the surface, it seemed that he, as the master of the formation, had given up the power of the formation, which was equivalent to suffering a great loss and greatly weakening his strength.
But for Yun Yao, he felt that this was the best choice he could make right now!
As long as the formation master did not retreat, the formation would not be considered broken!
Those sword cultivators of the Yun Family who were already trembling in fear from Fang Xing's murderous aura were no longer courteous. After receiving this order, they immediately retreated to the edge of the formation and hid behind Yun Yao in fear. The huge metal element grand formation seemed empty for a moment. There was only Yun Yao, who was holding his sword in his sleeves, and Fang Xing and the Great Golden Crow, who were facing him from a distance.
"Little demon, you've killed too many people of my Yun Family. How are you going to compensate with your life?"
The furious Yun Yao did not say much to Fang Xing. He locked onto Fang Xing's aura and charged forward with his sword in a reverse grip.
At this moment, Fang Xing was expressionless. He took out a huge black sword from his storage bag. The black light in his palm merged with the huge sword. Immediately, the demonic will surged and black flames burned along the sword. It was the manifestation of the demonic will. As he swung the sword, an unimaginably powerful sword will surged up to the sky and collided with the sword qi in Yun Yao's palm.
"If I don't take it seriously, do you think I'm easy to bully?"
With a loud shout, the whistling sword qi intertwined with black and white and rushed out in all directions like a gale.
In the midst of the chaos, the two of them exchanged nearly a thousand swords in the blink of an eye. The sound of the swords clashing shook the surroundings and cut people's souls.
Boom! The swords shook the sea of clouds, and the ferocious murderous aura rolled.
At this moment, the Great Golden Crow and the swordsmen of the Yun Family did not intervene. They allowed Fang Xing and Yun Yao to fight.
The group of sword cultivators of the Yun Family's younger generation were already dazzled by what they saw. They had thought that with Elder Yun Yao personally taking action, it would be a piece of cake for him to kill the little devil. But no matter what, they did not expect that when they actually started fighting, the situation where Elder Yun Yao easily gained the upper hand was completely different from what they had imagined. In the battle, they were actually evenly matched, and the little devil was even growing stronger.
Yun Yao, who was in the middle of the battle, felt more and more frightened.
He was originally filled with anger and wanted to kill Fang Xing with his sword. But now, he suddenly realized that the little demon's swordsmanship was frightening and profound. It was not inferior to his at all. He originally thought that this little demon, who only knew how to plot and scheme, and if he had the chance, he would be able to kill him with one strike, actually had the strength to fight him. In fact … he could even defeat him with a cultivation base of the middle stage …
Previously, he always used tricks and schemes, but in reality … he just did not want to fight head-on.
He felt that the little demon's swordsmanship was becoming more and more cunning. At the beginning, it was inexperienced and clumsy, but at the end, it became more and more skillful. The little demon's swordsmanship was like a majestic river, vast and endless, forcing him to be restrained. Yun Yao was angry and afraid. He suddenly shouted, and his aura surged. He used the secret technique of the Yun Family, and his spiritual power increased by three times. His sword was like an evil dragon.
"I have cultivated for a lifetime and reached the Golden Core Mahayana. I don't believe that I will lose to a little demon like you!"
In this sword, Yun Yao had the intention to risk his life. He made a dangerous move and released his murderous intent.
If the battle continued, he was afraid that he would be killed by the little demon!
Rumble!
A long rainbow rose from the sea of clouds, and with an unparalleled momentum, it slashed toward Fang Xing!
"A mere Golden Core Mahayana cultivator of the Yun Family dares to block my way?"
At this moment, Fang Xing's face was filled with ferocity. His eyes were gloomy, and he pointed his huge black sword at the sky. "If you want to defeat me, ask Yuanying for help!"
As the furious roar shook the surroundings, a terrifying baleful aura spread out from the huge black sword. The huge black sword seemed to have disappeared at this moment. After which, it turned into rays of black light that spread out in all directions. After which, they gathered together again, twisting and entangling, and actually combined into an indescribable black sword light. It directly collided with Yun Yao's sword, and with a loud bang, it shook.
Within the first array, smoke and clouds surged, and the sky and earth shook. It seemed that the foundation of the first array had been shaken.
At this moment, even the Great Golden Crow raised its wings to protect itself, to avoid being hurt by the scattered sword Qi.
And the group of young swordsmen of the Yun Family were even more miserable and anxious. They desperately used their sword light to defend themselves, but there were still more than ten people who were injured by the whistling sword Qi. They screamed and fell to the ground, their Dharma clothes torn, and cracks appeared on their protective swords.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
Yun Yao stepped on the void, and continuously retreated. His footsteps were heavy, and when he stepped on the void, it was as if he was stepping on a huge drum. At this moment, the body of the Great Elder of the Yun Family of the Bitter Seas was covered with wounds. He was in a sorry state, and his aura was extremely weak. The messy hair in front of his forehead drooped powerlessly, and the sword in his hand, which was forged with the secret method of the Yun Family and nourished with his flesh and blood for nearly a thousand years, was broken into pieces, and only half a foot long was left.
And in the air opposite him, Fang Xing held the huge black sword in his hand, looking at him from afar. His aura was tyrannical, and his murderous aura was like clouds.
"As expected, the more I fight, the more I understand. I have to use battle to nourish the sword!"
He frowned, muttered, and looked at the ball of black light in his palm.
"... It's just that the Yun Family's sword way is still a little lacking as a whetstone. It can't grind out the true meaning of the Great Sword Demon Technique..."
"Pfft..."
Yun Yao, who was already seriously injured, suddenly heard these words. The injuries that he had forcefully suppressed immediately erupted, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Is this sarcasm?
How many generations has the majestic Yun Family's sword way been passed down in the Divine Continent?
In his eyes, it's actually a whetstone?
And it's a whetstone that's not good enough?
A hatred that bordered on madness began to grow in his heart. His face was filled with anger, but suddenly, he began to laugh lowly. Then, his laughter became louder and louder, more and more crazed. That kind of laughter, even the Yun Family juniors could not help but tremble in fear. They looked at him with fear and worry. But Yun Yao did not care at all. His laughter became louder and louder, and in the end, it was like rolling thunder.
"This old man has reached the peak of the Gold Core realm, and has held the Yun Family's talisman for three hundred years. How could I lose to a mere middle stage Gold Core junior like you?"
His eyes were cold, and he shouted loudly, "This old man can't lose, and you can't pass this round either!"
"Crack crack..."
The sound of glass shattering rang out from within his body, and the aura on his body suddenly became a little strange.
"Great Elder, why do you have to do this..."
At this moment, a few of the Yun Family's juniors who were more knowledgeable were already shouting with all their might. As they shouted, they seemed to want to step forward to stop Yun Yao, but they did not dare to approach him. Subconsciously, they wanted to get as far away from him as possible...
These people could already see that Yun Yao had already reversed his Gold Core, and this was the sign of his Gold Core self-detonation!
"Anyway, this old man brought the juniors of the Yun Family out to guard the formation, and we suffered heavy casualties. When I return to Misery, I will not have the face to continue as the Great Elder, and I might even be punished. Moreover … this old man is a grand Gold Core realm sword cultivator of the Yun Family, and I represent the Yun Family's sword way, how can I lose? How can I lose? What's more, I lose to a child at the middle stage of the Gold Core realm? If this gets out, how can the Yun Family's sword way stand? "
Yun Yao gritted his teeth and muttered. He looked fiercely at Fang Xing, and as he reversed his Gold Core, he was about to rush towards Fang Xing.
But the little devil did not seem to be worried at all. He picked his nose as if nothing had happened.
"Little devil, let's die together. It can be considered a draw!"
Yun Yao suddenly shouted, and waved his broken sword. He was about to reverse his Gold Core with all his strength and rush towards Fang Xing.
"... Watch me, Big Golden Lord, flapping my wings..."
But at this moment, a golden light suddenly rushed over, and sent Yun Yao, who was completely focused on Fang Xing, flying. Then, the golden light rushed up, followed by a claw, then a wing, and then a sharp head. After a series of crackling sounds, the Great Elder of the Misery Sea Yun Family, who was already an arrow at the end of its flight, was beaten into a mess. He fell to the ground like a rag doll.
"Reverse the Gold Core? Reverse my ass! "
At this moment, the golden shadow finally stopped, and proudly floated in the air. Its voice was cold. "Do you really think I am here to watch the show?"
At the edge of the formation, the remaining juniors of the Yun Family suddenly felt a deep despair.
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