After saying this, Xu Yang began to murmur secretly in his heart, and his eyes flashed coldly, unable to hide his deep resentment and hostility towards Su Twelve.
"Damn guy, you dare to covet my Wuchen Sword! If you fail later, I'll see how you end up!"
Although the Wuchen Sword has not fallen into his hands, it has been marked by him as belonging to him. In his heart, it is already something that belongs to him.
Even... he has already thought that when he goes back this time, he will try to find another opportunity. No matter what the price is, he will trade this Wuchen Sword.
Now, in his eyes, Su Twelve's actions were tantamount to coveting what he had.
How could he endure this!
Su Twelve didn't pay attention to the attention of the people behind him or the old man's thoughts.
Standing in front of the stone table where the Wuchen Sword was, he did not act in a hurry, but looked at the formation mask in front of him.
Recalling in his mind the scenes of Xu Yang trying to absorb the Flying Whisk just now, Su Twelve silently learned from it and summed up the experience and lessons.
"First, he spent a lot of real energy to save people, and then he forcibly broke the formation mask. Then he was caught off guard and was injured by the sword energy of the Wuchen Sword."
"This formation condenses into a defensive light shield. Apart from forcefully breaking it, there are not many other possibilities."
"But after the formation is broken, the Wuchen Sword cannot be taken by force. Maybe... you can try to take it with gentle strength."
After just stopping for a moment, Su Twelve's eyes flashed with light.
The next second, he suddenly raised his hand.
"Great Brahma Holy Palm!"
A low shout was like a muffled thunder exploding in the cave.
As the voice echoed, the true energy in Su Twelve's body surged, like hundreds of springs converging, all flowing into the palm of his hand.
Suddenly, Su Twelve's hand glowed with golden Buddha light. With Xu Yang's warning in mind, with this palm, Su Twelve channeled his true energy into his move.
It is more accurate to calculate the level of skill required to break the formation.
The Thirteen Skills of Palm Luck
With great power, he slapped the stone table's defensive light shield hard.
"Crack!"
With a crisp sound, the formation only remained in a stalemate for a moment before the mask shattered.
After shattering the defensive light shield with one palm, Su Twelve continued to reach down and grab the Wuchen Sword that looked like a whisk on the table.
Before his palm fell, the whisk on the table seemed to feel something, trembled slightly, and flew out of the air with a whooshing sound.
The same performance and reaction are generally the same as when Xu Yang ingested them before.
But just a second before the whisk flew into the air, and the moment when the mask of light almost shattered, Su Twelve put out both hands, and the palms of both hands were gently swaying in the air.
Accept the righteous energy of heaven and earth, gather the true energy of the body, transform the universe into infinite, and become the power of Tai Chi.
A gentle breeze suddenly rose and swept through the entire cave.
In an instant, the fierce force in Su Twelve's palm disappeared without a trace, and was replaced by waves of soft force.
Qi is like waves, energy is like tide.
Between the two palms, the invisible breath condenses into a ball, generating a steady stream of suction.
With Su Twelve as the center, a ten-foot-wide space is under control.
The Wuchen Sword that shot out of the air was affected by this force, and its direction was unknowingly changed before it could stabilize its body.
In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Su Twelve.
Su Twelve looked calm and indifferent, silently gathering energy.
Easily, I grabbed the whisk in my hand.
However, the moment he grabbed the whisk, the thousands of silk-like filaments of the whisk in his hand all stretched straight.
A flash of light flashed by, and the whisk's true form appeared, turning into a half-black handle about seven inches long.
Half white flying sword.
The flying sword appeared, and its soft strength was greatly reduced. Instead, a strong and soft sword intent rushed out.
"boom!"
Under the impact of the sword intention, the Tai Chi profound power stimulated by Su Twelve Yun Zhenyuan was directly destroyed.
The sword intent that remained was still attacking in all directions.
One of the sword lights passed through Su Twelve's shoulder easily, leaving a striking sword wound.
Su Twelve's body trembled, and the pain on his shoulders spread all over his body. Countless sword energy as thin as a hair, astonishing as a hair, wreaked havoc in the meridians in his body along with the bursts of pain.
The shocking pain also made Su Twelve's face become extremely pale, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
At this moment, what he held in his hand seemed not to be a flying sword, but a wild horse, a powerful dragon or snake.
The 'dragon' struggled hard, and its power continued to increase suddenly, as if it might escape at any time.
In order to grab the Wuchen Sword, Su Twelve had no time to think too much, let alone the fact that his own meridians were injured by the sword energy. He immediately mobilized the true energy in his body frantically and firmly held the Wuchen Sword in his hand.
He allowed the Wuchen Sword in his hand to struggle, but showed no sign of letting go.
As a result, the sword kept releasing terrifying sword energy, like a rushing wave, attacking Su Twelve's body.
Especially the wound on the shoulder that was penetrated was the target of the most sword energy.
Blood flowed gurglingly, but in the blink of an eye, Su Twelve was covered with sword wounds, as if he had become a bloody man.
This appearance looks extremely miserable.
But a pair of eyes exuded a determined look, and the hand holding the sword never let go.
However, no matter how firm his eyes were, the increasingly faint breath was still enough to show that at this moment, he was completely relying on a
Willpower persists.
Seeing this scene, the seven people from the Huanyan Realm not far away who had not yet left could not help but take a breath and look horrified.
I don't quite understand Su Twelve's crazy behavior.
Li Piaoyu's eyes widened, she turned to Li Piaoyue and sighed: "This... this guy, isn't he crazy?!"
Li Piaoyue shook her head gently, staring at Su Twelve's figure with cold eyes, "No, this person is really smart, and his vision is very vicious."
Li Piaoyu was slightly surprised, "Huh? What did Sister Yue say?"
"The Secret Treasure Pavilion has a special formation. Once the Wuchen Sword is released, the formation can be mobilized to activate more powerful attack methods."
"If he lets go, even if he doesn't lose the opportunity, he won't have any hope anymore. But in his hand, with the true energy blocking him, this Wuchen Sword cannot rely on the breath of the formation, so the power it can exert is limited."
"In this case, as long as you persist, you may be able to tame this sword."
Li Piaoyue continued to speak.
As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Yang, who was watching and adjusting the injury next to him, pursed his lips and said: "To tame this sword? Just rely on him?"
"The power of this sword is not only due to the formation of the Secret Treasure Pavilion. This dust-free sword absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the essence of the sun and the moon for thousands of years, and the weapon spirit is about to take shape. At this moment, it is the strongest and most amazing sword spirit in it.
when."
"With my strength, even if I wasn't injured due to carelessness beforehand, and I didn't lose my true energy by saving Junior Brother Qin, I can't say that I can definitely defeat this sword based on my own strength."
"I'm afraid... we have to rely on the Japanese Seal Forbidden Style to have any hope!"
"But he...hum!"
A light flashed in his eyes, and Xu Yang spoke firmly.
Hearing this, the few people who had not spoken yet nodded their heads.