After several limb-to-body reconnections, the desire to kill became more intense. The temptation was pointless, leaving only a fight between life and death.
Fighting with fists and palms, unwilling to give in, Xuangang charged angrily, each of them saw red for a moment, and when the explosion exploded, it was already a hundred moves.
The blazing red light in Sima Yu's eyes was even more demonic, and he smiled deeply as his fists stirred: "In the past, you and I used sword skills to discuss our friendship, and then we joined the Seven Swords of China. Who would have expected that today, we will decide life and death with the palm of our fists?"
Isn’t it too ridiculous?”
Murong Zhuo's palm became even more violent, but his mouth was as cold as ice: "It is my lifelong regret to discuss friendship with you, and I will definitely cut off all ties today."
While Sima Yu guarded the door, he snorted coldly: "It's not clean. If you have no greed for the divine essence, what's the use of me having Su Qin's tongue?"
Murong Zhuo was unmoved, pressing forward step by step while saying indifferently: "I have realized my mistake long ago, but the culprit is you after all."
Sima Yu couldn't hide his contempt and sneered repeatedly: "The culprit? I only designed to take Feng Sanyi's life, but the Jiangnan Sword Alliance is still standing. What about you? Gu Daxiao, Yusi and Gu Daxiao died because of you.
, the foundation of Bahuang Yuwu Village has also been destroyed, what qualifications do you have to accuse me of being the chief culprit?"
Murong Zhuo's face became more and more serious, and he simply stopped answering, and just used "Tao Zhen Xuan Jie" to continuously strengthen his offensive.
Sima Yu was forced to back down again and again, but he still did not forget to mock: "Are you angry because of shame? If you only know how to deceive yourself and others, you will never be a hero, ha!"
The laughter had not stopped, but the cold air was rising in front of him. Sima Yu did not dare to neglect, and when he slashed with his palm, the strong wind blew, and the ice cone that hit the center of his eyebrows was almost melted into nothingness.
In the blink of an eye, he exchanged palms with Murong Zhuo twice, and then heard Sima Yuchen snort: "Hidden weapon? I wonder who is better between you and Jiang Liu's little sister. Can you take over her five skills?"
Ling Xue and Six-petal Plum?"
As he spoke, several ice picks came one after another, but none of them could go beyond the thunder. Sima Yu said even more calmly: "I have already said that your knowledge is extensive but not refined, mixed but not pure. Only your swordsmanship is unsatisfactory, but you still don't know how to do it."
If you are willing to work hard, it seems that you will never be able to achieve elegance."
Although Murong Zhuo was ridiculed repeatedly, his expression was calm and he said in a serious voice: "Too much talk will lead to mistakes, and death is not far away."
Sima Yu knew in his heart that the long battle was not going to be successful, and he sneered in his mind: "Do you think Fang Wuque gave you the Void Dream Ruyi Dharma with good intentions? Ha! Eighteen kinds of martial arts can be mastered at your fingertips, which may be of great benefit to others, but not to you.
It's like being stuck in mud, making it more difficult for you to reach the pinnacle of martial arts."
Just as he finished speaking, he suddenly saw Murong Zhuo's palms freezing, and a three-foot ice blade suddenly appeared out of thin air, stabbing Sima Yu's throat.
However, it is not easy for the Sword Emperor of Xijiang. Lingxi's two fingers have already intercepted the sword's power, and the unparalleled force instantly disintegrated the entire ice front.
However, at this moment, Sima Yu suddenly felt that something was different. It turned out that there was actually a blazing sword energy hidden in the ice front.
This sword energy was stimulated by Sima Yu's fierce energy, and suddenly became more powerful several times. It remained unchanged and still stabbed his throat!
In the flash of lightning and stone fire, I saw the master's cultivation. Sima Yu's body was filled with fierce energy, and he actually used the same power to forcefully engulf the blazing sword energy.
There was a dangerous scream in his heart, but a bone-chilling coldness suddenly exploded in his throat. Sima Yu couldn't help but change his color in shock, and finally suddenly realized - since there can be fire in ice, how can there not be ice in fire?
Unfortunately, it was too late to realize that Murong Zhuo had planned this paradoxical sword move for a long time. Now that he had gained the upper hand, how could he let his mortal enemy rest? The ice sword condensed again with a sneer, and it stabbed Sima Yu in the heart.
Sima Yu only felt the cold air in his throat spread rapidly, and the surrounding air channels were blocked. Although he was full of anger and wanted to retaliate, he was biased but not strong enough. He could only use his remaining strength to dodge, hoping to slow down this situation.
A round of decline.
Murong Zhuo knew that Sima Yu's blazing martial arts was the nemesis of Hanshuang Zhenqi, so he would not let go of this fleeting opportunity to defeat the enemy.
In an instant, I saw frost blades curling up in the snow, cold light moving in the sky, and fierce sword light shining ten steps forward. The sword wind was like a mysterious god passing through, and it was bound to cut off the opponent's life.
How could Murong Zhuo's reputation for his unique skills be wasted? In addition, at this moment, even if Sima Yu can reach the gods, how can he remain impregnable?
At the slightest moment, an empty door suddenly appeared under Sima Yu's ribs, and then there was only a muffled sound of muscle tearing, and hot blood splashed everywhere on the spot.
The pain penetrated to the core of his heart, and it aroused Sima Yu's rage and desire. The energy in his body instantly rose to its peak. He was restrained by the loud shouts, and the cold air evaporated. His blood-red eyes were as bright as red demon stars. When the power surged, he immediately
It shattered Murong Zhuo's ice sword.
Murong Zhuo hit the target with all his strength. At this moment, he was already gathering strength. At the moment when he was retreating gracefully, the ice sword reappeared in his palm, and he threw it with the power of thunder. A hurricane swirled up in the ear-piercing scream, and the ice sword was life-threatening.
It shot directly towards Sima Yu's eyebrows.
Sima Yu had not recovered his energy in time and was already at the end of his powerful crossbow. How could he dare to confront someone head-on at this moment? He had no choice but to lean back and evade.
But Sima Yu was still a little too slow after all. The ice front split his hair on the spot and screamed so fiercely that the master of the sect almost fainted.
Before he had time to reverse his decline, two waves of energy, one cold and one burning, struck his chest angrily, revealing a boundless killing intent.
Knowing that there was no room for him to evade, Sima Yu simply made a desperate move, and at the same time, he also used both palms to attack the ice and flames.
With a huge buzzing sound, four palms were struck again, and Sima Yu suddenly felt that the fierce energy in his palms had been absorbed by his opponent's energy, just like a long river bursting its embankment, unstoppable.
At this moment, the Biangu Cold Energy also took advantage of the weakness and entered, following the meridians and approaching the center of Sima Yu's Qi Sea.
The sea of qi is the source of internal power. Once it is broken by the enemy, martial arts practice in this life will be ruined.
After all, Sima Yu is a master of martial arts. He can make immediate decisions about life and death. Lieyuan Zhengang shows off the power of the Flame God. He explodes in anger in an instant, and the sky-shattering roar shocks hundreds of miles. This is the Kongtong sect's secret skill-Piercing Gold and Breaking Jade Roar.
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Murong Zhuo's ears felt like being struck by thunder, his whole body's zhenqi surged like boiling, and the two currents of ice and fire almost exploded on the spot.
With a muffled groan, Murong Zhuo gathered up his strength and flew back. Several ice cones formed between his fingers, waiting for the right opportunity to counterattack Sima Yu.
Sima Yu's continuous dramatic battles have already pushed his physical strength to the limit, like a strong bow drawn like a full moon, with the bowstring stretched to the point where it can no longer be stretched.
Murong Zhuo's several ice picks may not be a threat in normal times, but at this moment, they are like sharp blades cutting off the bowstring, moving the whole body with a single stroke.
All of a sudden, I heard a continuous muffled sound, and the ice pick hit Sima Yu's shoulder. Sima Yu finally couldn't hold on any longer. He raised his head and a bloody arrow burst out like a fishy mist. He stumbled back in dizziness, and his whole body was already shaking.
Murong Zhuo made several preparations and fierce attacks, and finally gained the upper hand. But he knew full well what his opponent could do, so he resisted the surge of energy and blood, raised both palms in mid-air, and struck Sima Yu's chest mercilessly.
Sima Yu seemed to have lost his consciousness, but at the critical moment he was still unstoppable. When he hit the palm, the string broke and flew out like a kite, falling straight into the cold and deep underground cave.