"Yi Yun's hand …"
Everyone's attention was originally attracted by Feng Lin, but now they saw that Yi Yun's sword-wielding hand was covered in blood. All the blood vessels in it had ruptured. Even his bones and meridians were severely damaged.
Yi Yun's hand had been injured so badly with just one slash.
That sword move was too terrifying …
"Yi Yun's hand has been injured to such an extent. The power of that sword move far exceeds Yi Yun's control. Yi Yun's cultivation level is limited, and with such a large amount of energy injected into his meridians, it was torn apart …"
The Tai Ah Divine City warriors were extremely worried as they looked at Yi Yun.
With the price of one slash, could Yi Yun's hand still be used?
"Yi Yun!"
At this moment, the Tai Ah Divine City's City Lord stood up. He was far away in the seats of honor. He looked at Yi Yun with eyes full of praise.
"You have already done very well. If you can't continue fighting, there is no need to force yourself."
The Tai Ah Divine City's City Lord did not expect Yi Yun to win the overall group championship. It was too difficult.
Now, the Tai Ah Divine City's City Lord knew that Yi Yun's right hand could no longer be used. At least, Yi Yun could no longer use that terrifying sword move again.
His arm could not withstand it.
Without that sword move, and with a large amount of Yuan Qi left, it would be extremely difficult for Yi Yun to fight the Yun Long Divine Kingdom elites in such a state. It should be said that it was almost impossible for him to win.
Looking at the Yun Long Divine Kingdom, there were still 13 people sitting in the participant benches. Especially the black-clothed pale youth, he caught the attention of the Tai Ah Divine City's City Lord. His strength could be described as unfathomable amongst the Yuan foundation realm warriors.
How could Yi Yun win under this situation?
At this moment, the black-clothed youth was no longer sitting quietly in the corner. He stood up and hugged his sword. His dark eyes looked at Yi Yun.
Yi Yun also looked at the black-clothed youth. His right hand was still trembling gently as blood constantly dripped down.
"What a pity …"
At this moment, the black-clothed youth's Yuan Qi transmission rang in Yi Yun's ears. His voice was cold and emotionless. It made people feel a chill in their hearts. "If I knew you had such strength, I would have fought you personally. But now, with your hand like this … you can no longer fight me."
The black-clothed youth looked at Yi Yun's hand and revealed a look of regret.
Although the contestants were allowed to consume elixirs and relics to heal their injuries during the round robin battle, the effects were limited due to the short duration of the battle.
Anyone could tell that the injury on Yi Yun's hand had injured his bones and meridians. Even if it was treated immediately, it would only heal a small portion in a short period of time. If he were to use that sword move again, Yi Yun's hand would probably be completely crippled!
This made the black-robed youth feel that it was a pity.
He was a martial arts fanatic. Amongst his peers, he was the best. It was lonely to be an expert. What he desired the most was to have an evenly matched elite to have a hearty battle. Originally, if Yi Yun was able to use that attack, he would have been qualified to do so.
Yi Yun looked at the black-dressed youth in silence. He had expected that the battle would be very difficult, and now, it was indeed so. It was even more difficult than he imagined. Just the second battle had seriously injured his arm.
As Feng Lin was too strong, Yi Yun had no choice but to do so.
Yi Yun could not use the sword attack that was infused with the Pure Yang Sword Palace's concept again. At least, he could not slash out with that kind of power. If not, the burden on his arm would be unbearable.
"Yi Yun, don't force it!"
Seeing that Yi Yun did not respond, the Tai Ah Divine City's City Lord said again. In this alliance tournament, there was a possibility of death when experts exchanged blows. Even if it was not fatal, it was not impossible for a serious injury to cripple someone, or to be bedridden for a year or so. And for an elite like Yi Yun, half a year's time was too precious. He could not afford to waste it.
"Thank you for the City Lord's concern. I wish to carry on fighting."
Yi Yun's voice was calm. When the Tai Ah Divine City warriors heard this, their hearts sank. Seeing Yi Yun in such a state made them worry.
How could he carry on fighting with his Yuan Qi greatly depleted and one of his hands seriously injured?
"Since you insist, then alright …" The middle-aged scholar gave Yi Yun a deep look before slowly sitting down.
"Haha! This Yi Yun is suffering because of his pride. He clearly can't hold on any longer, yet he's still holding on! "
On the Yun Long Divine Kingdom's side, a youth dressed in embroidered clothes gave a disdainful smile. The youth's embroidered clothes were the Yun Long Divine Kingdom's noble robes. There was a flying black flood dragon embroidered on the noble robes. This was equivalent to the Tai Ah Divine Kingdom's viscount title. To be able to advance to viscount at this age, this youth was definitely not weak.
"An arrow at the end of its flight does not speak bravely. Yi Yun is done for. His hand is crippled and he has less than 70% of his Yuan Qi left. There's nothing to be afraid of!" Another Yun Long Divine Kingdom elite said.
"He could have admitted defeat in a dignified manner, but he doesn't know what's good for him. He insists on courting death by standing on the stage. If that's the case, I'll go up and finish him!"
The youth dressed in the flying black flood dragon robe grinned as he jumped onto the Divine Wilderness Stage with his saber in hand.
"This battle, I'll do it!"
The youth in the black flood dragon robe pointed his saber at Yi Yun's eyebrows and revealed a provocative smile, "Yi Yun, you are very arrogant. You have been winning every battle, but unfortunately, you are destined to be defeated by me, Murong Guang. Come, let me see what skills you have left. Bring it all on!"
Murong Guang's voice was wanton. The surrounding Tai Ah Divine City cultivators were enraged hearing this.
"Who does he think he is!? Taking advantage of someone's perilous state and still pretending. He's shameless to the extreme! "
Some of the more experienced cultivators wished they could rush up and chop Murong Guang up.
"If Senior Yi Yun was not injured, he wouldn't even be Senior Yi Yun's match!" A Tai Ah Divine City rookie junior sister was so angry that her chest heaved.
However, Murong Guang only sneered at this, "Battles only look at the outcome. What's the point of the process? So what if he's a genius? He will still be defeated by my hands! Regardless of the reason, being defeated by my hands is a defeat. It will never be washed away. Just like a Saint, being f * cked by me is f * cked! Hahaha! "
Murong Guang laughed, but at this moment, he was suddenly stunned.
He saw Yi Yun take out a jar from his interspatial ring. Yi Yun opened the jar's lid and it was filled with a thick and sticky liquid.
"What is this?"
Before Murong Guang could see it clearly, Yi Yun had already drunk the entire jar of red liquid.
This jar contained precious blood, the precious blood of the Golden Crow species!
After Yi Yun killed the Golden Crow species in Fallen Star Gate, he had placed the Golden Crow species' corpse into his interspatial ring. He then extracted the Golden Crow species' heart blood and placed it into a blood jar. This was where the Golden Crow species' essence was.
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