Chapter 318, in a state of death, with a heart to the light
Now, the situation on Fengyuntai has completely changed. Gu Feichun injured Yan Ting, and victory was already a foregone conclusion. However, he did not expect that Yan Ting suddenly counterattacked and severely wounded Gu Feichun with a knife, thus reversing the situation of the battle.
Although Gu Feichun surpassed Yan Ting in three small realms and crossed a large realm, his movements were greatly restricted due to his serious injury, and the pressure on Yan Ting was no longer as great as before.
The powerful sword that broke through the eclipse storm dealt an even more devastating blow to Gu Feichun. The energy shield that Gu Feichun had gathered in a hurry was destroyed by the sword before it could take shape.
"Good boy, it really opened my eyes." Yuan Zhong suppressed the restlessness in his heart and laughed in a low voice.
"Hehehe, let me tell you, there must be a backup plan, Yan Ting, he won't lose." Han Yang said with a smile while stroking his beard.
Yan Ting suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with strong murderous intent, and his aura surged again. This was the moment when his arrogance was at its strongest and Gu Feichun was at his weakest. If Gu Feichun was given a chance to react, he would no longer be able to occupy his position.
With this weak advantage, even if Gu Feichun's waist was seriously injured, he would be unable to recover.
"Crush the sky with waves, slash with the sword!"
Duanya's black light shot out suddenly, filling a distance of several feet. Yan Ting jumped up high and swung the huge black knife straight down, hitting Gu Feichun.
Feeling the terrifying black sword, Gu Feichun regained consciousness and tensed up again. The Taiwei sword faced Duanya, and a strong roaring sound erupted in an instant.
clang!
The Taiwei sword broke directly and split into two pieces. Duan Ya slashed through Taiwei and cut into Fengyun Tower an inch deep. Yan Ting's face suddenly became ferocious, he turned around and kicked Gu Feichun in the face. Gu Feichun threw his head back and flew away.
A few feet away.
"What... the Tai Mighty Sword... is broken!" Gu Xian's face was horrified in the audience seat. The Tai Might and Tai Ling swords, Yuan Luo level weapons, were actually cut off by Yan Ting's sword!
First, Gu Feiyan was defeated by Yan Ting while holding the Tailing Sword, and then Gu Feichun's Taiwei Sword was broken by Yan Ting's sword. His two sons and two weapons were killed by the same person one after another.
deficit.
Gu Feichun's eyes were dull for a moment, as if he had fallen into a state of soul separation. The Taiwei sword, which had been with him for several years, was full of cracks under Mo Xuanzhang and Xuanji, and finally broke under Yan Ting's Duanya.
"Yan... Ting... you are really good." Gu Feichun looked at Yan Ting, a low and hoarse voice slowly came out of his mouth, like countless evil ghosts, staring at the prey that was about to be torn apart with his own hands.
"I admit that I did underestimate you. I didn't expect you to be a little more powerful than I thought." Gu Feichun's face flashed with a look of pain, the pain of his waist splitting, the pain of Taiwei breaking, the pain of being injured by Yan Ting,
Under the pain, his face gradually became distorted.
"However, it's time to stop here!"
Gu Feichun stood up slowly, and his weak aura suddenly began to surge abnormally.
Xiao Chengfan frowned slightly: "Yuanhun."
A huge white wolf phantom appeared behind Gu Feichun, looking down at Yan Ting, its eyes were majestic, like a beast king.
Yan Ting's face was solemn, and he stood Duan Ya on the wind and cloud platform, without taking a step back, and held his chest high.
"Finally... are you willing to release your soul?"
Mo Xuanzhang sighed deeply, gritted his teeth slightly and said, "Yuanhun, Yan Ting is in trouble now."
He was able to crush Gu Feichun because of his soul. In the conflict between souls, the outcome depends on two factors. One is the warrior's own cultivation strength, and the other is the level of the soul.
The strength of Mo Xuanzhang's first-level Yuanluo is no less than that of Gu Feichun, or even above him, while the Yuanhun level is truly an absolute crusher.
But Yan Ting's own strength is slightly inferior to Gu Feichun's, and he has no soul to match him. How can he defeat Gu Feichun who releases his soul.
As soon as the Lianyou White Wolf appeared, the colors of the crowd in the spectator seats all changed, and Gu Feichun's expression became extremely excited at this moment, as if the pain on his body could no longer have any impact on him.
He gently raised his hand, then waved it down, and a huge pale wolf claw suddenly appeared in mid-air, slamming down towards Yan Ting's head. The veins in Yan Ting's arms popped up, and they rose up, clashing with the falling claws.
The wolf's claws collided in the air.
boom!
Circles of energy fluctuations sway like ripples
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It spread out and kept hitting the vitality barrier. Yan Ting's knees were slightly bent, and his pupils suddenly opened. Duan Ya fell down under the huge force of the wolf's claws, and the back of the knife pressed on his shoulders, which was like an overwhelming force.
The strength continued to surge down, and Yan Ting's face gradually turned painful. He gritted his teeth and tried hard to hold up the wolf's claws, but he felt very weak.
"Yanting, die!"
Gu Feichun shouted angrily, and made a tearing motion with his palm in mid-air. The phantom of the wolf's claws crossed Duanya, and the huge force directly knocked Yan Ting away more than ten feet.
After rolling several times, Yan Ting half-crouched with difficulty. A deep red mark appeared on his shoulders, and his arms were shaking wildly.
"The beast king is angry!"
Very suddenly, the white wolf's whole body seemed to be dyed with a strange layer of scarlet, as if he was bathing in a sea of blood. Traces of blood-colored aura slowly rose, making Yan Ting feel several times more pressure than before.
"Chun'er." Gu Xian shouted out loud.
Although the Wrath of the Beast King can maximize the power of the soul, it will also greatly increase Gu Feichun's consumption, especially in Gu Feichun's current seriously injured state, which cannot last long.
"I will kill you!"
Gu Feichun ignored Gu Xian's screams, and the fist containing infinite power suddenly blasted out. A bloody wolf claw shadow covered the fist, enlarged to several feet in mid-air, and rushed towards Yan Ting.
Overwhelming pressure shrouded the world, and Yan Ting's eyes seemed to be filled with bloodshot eyes. His trembling arms seemed to be filled with divine power at this moment, pouring violent demonic energy into Duan Ya, and the Duan Ya blade exuded a terrifyingly rich force.
With the black light, as Yan Ting waved his arms, Duan Ya also faced the wolf's claws.
"Don't resist, you..."
boom!
Before Mo Xuanzhang could fully roar, Duan Ya and Wolf Claws had already blasted together. The air waves stirring up the storm were swirling in the sky. The entire Fengyuntai seemed to have fallen into an unprecedented disaster. Visible to the naked eye, two waves of
The disaster storm caused by the collision of forces swept dozens of feet, and then spread throughout the Fengyuntai.
The moment the collision broke out, it was like the sky was shattering and the earth was shattering, huge rocks were piercing the sky, and thousands of people seemed to hear the roar of thunder from the sky.
Under the storm, Yan Ting flew backwards. He spurted blood from his mouth and nose, and two lines of blood flowed from his ears. Duan Ya also flew out at this moment, directly smashing out of the Fengyun Tower and piercing the ground fiercely.
"Yan Ting!" Qin Feiling's heart seemed to explode, and a shrill roar came from her mouth.
Xiao Chengfan, Buyunya, Mo Xuanzhang, Xiang Xinyue...these people Yan Ting was familiar with all looked horrified and horrified, but at the same time they were horrified, with deep pain and worry.
Yan Ting...is he going to lose?
Gu Feichun knelt on the spot, and the shadow of the Lianyou White Wolf behind him sometimes solidified, sometimes illusory. He was already seriously injured, and he used the Beast King's Fury to release the full power of his soul. He was already at the end of the crossbow. In his current state, he must maintain his soul.
It was extremely difficult to release him, but he still forced his release because Yan Ting was not dead yet, he was not dead...
Yan Ting was lying on the ground. He wanted to reach out and touch Duan Ya, but he found that he couldn't stretch out his hand at all and couldn't even move.
"Is it dislocated?" Yan Ting had such a thought in his heart.
He raised his head slightly, and what was exposed to everyone's sight was his face stained by blood. Everything he looked at was chaos, and he could only barely make out the outline of Gu Feichun.
He swallowed the blood stuck in his throat with difficulty, then put his right hand on the ground, twisted his arm, and pressed his body down suddenly. There was only a click, and the dislocated joint of Yan Ting's right hand was reset again.
"Is this... so simple and crude?" an Amber disciple said in shock.
"Huhehehe..." A short gasp came from Yan Ting's mouth, and his dark eyes were like a deep reincarnation, staring straight at the blurry outline on the Fengyun Platform.
He was not having a good time, and Gu Feichun was not having a good time either. He used Beast King's Fury while half-disabled, and faced Duan Ya head-on. His current state would never be better than his own.
"You're... not dead yet..." Gu Feichun's eyes suddenly shrank, and at the same time, his half-kneeling body slowly stood up. The disillusioned white wolf had reached the end of its rope and would disappear at any moment.
"You're not dead...how could I...die - uh ah -"
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Yan Ting suddenly roared violently and rushed towards Gu Feichun. Gu Feichun did not expect that Yan Ting still had some strength left and stopped staying where he was to meet Yan Ting.
Bang!
The two punched each other almost at the same time, hitting each other's face. Both of them spit out a mouthful of blood and fell back at the same time. But Gu Feichun's strength seemed to be stronger. Yan Ting staggered back a few steps and almost raised his head.
After falling down, he took a big step back to support his body, then suddenly looked up at Gu Feichun, and after a moment, he pounced on him like a wild beast.
"Uh-huh -" Gu Feichun, despite his vague consciousness, kicked him out. Yan Ting hugged Gu Feichun's feet with both hands and threw them to the side. Both of them fell down.
As if going crazy, Yan Ting punched Gu Feichun's right leg with his fist. Gu Feichun let out a miserable wail. Suddenly, a wolf's claw several feet in size condensed in his hand and hit Yan Ting's head without even looking.
Bang!
Yan Ting wiped the ground and spun and slid several feet away, with a bloody hole appearing on his forehead. If not for his physical strength, this blow would have been enough to explode his head.
One blow blasted Yan Ting away. Gu Feichun wanted to stand up and finish Yan Ting, but his right leg could no longer stand up. Under the serious injury, his body lost the protection of his vitality, and the bones of his right leg were broken by Yan Ting.
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He had no choice but to support himself with both hands and use one left foot to move. But every time the left foot jumped, the injuries on his body worsened, especially the most serious wound on his waist, which was already splitting.
The upper part was torn again and blood flowed out.
He covered his wound and stared at Yan Ting, the dying lamb, like a hungry wolf. He was right in front of him, just a few feet away, and he could almost kill him.
"Yan Ting, stand up quickly!"
"Get up, leader!"
"Yanting, you are almost winning, get up... get up!"
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"Could it be that God really wanted him to die? Alas..." Bai Gu sighed weakly. When Yan Ting severely injured Gu Feichun, he had hope in his heart and felt that Yan Ting might win.
However, Yuan Luo is Yuan Luo after all. The power of the Yuan Soul crushes Tian Yuan. The slight advantage gained by Yan Ting's serious injury was wiped out by the attack of Gu Feichun's Lianyou White Wolf. Now, he is facing the threat of death.
"To be able to do this, even if he dies, it is enough honor." Wen Jingrong's eyes narrowed slightly. The eighth-level Tianyuan forced the second-level Yuan Luo to death. Yan Ting was enough to become the most powerful person in the history of Zhulu Academy.
A glorious stroke.
Unfortunately, he still lost.
Yan Ting's mind was filled with blood. He opened his eyes slightly and saw a light that he had not seen for a long time, even though that light was extremely weak.
I can still see the light, and I haven't lost consciousness yet, so why can't I stand up?
As long as I don't faint, as long as I don't die, I can't fall, I can't fall...
Yan Ting bit the inside of his mouth, trying to regain some of his consciousness. The wolf claw hit his forehead, inflicting almost fatal injuries on him, but fortunately, it did not kill him directly.
"If I'm not dead, then I have a chance to survive. I have no reason to wait for death... I can't wait for death... I can't wait for death... I want to live... live..."
"Uh-huh-uh--" There was a weak whimper, as thin as a mosquito's groan. Even Yan Ting himself couldn't hear it clearly. He suddenly opened his eyes, opened the blood that was stuck together, and saw Gu Feichun punching towards
He smashed it down.
He jerked his head, and Gu Feichun's fist hit the ground of Fengyuntai beside his head.
Click!
"Uh-huh-"
Gu Feichun broke his finger bones and screamed. Yan Ting took advantage of the situation and kicked Gu Feichun in the leg. The power of this kick was extremely weak, and even people in the Condensation Realm could not be hurt, but Gu Feichun was in such a state that he could not even condense his energy at the moment.
It was very difficult, and I could only stand on one foot. I lost my balance for a moment and fell directly to the side.
