Yin and Yang Qi, one Qi breaks the law!
This was the confidence of True Monarch Youyun. Even though his cultivation had been reduced to Foundation Establishnt Great Perfection, True Monarch Youyun still didn't think there was anything impressive about soone who had managed to kill so many enemies with just four slashes of his saber.
Bullying the weak? The Way of Youyun is more than enough to dissolve all things.
A gust of wind blew past, and ng Yu's long sword flicked up, with an endless assault of wind striking forth, yet his figure disappeared without a trace.
The sword light, at that mont, twisted into lightning!
Everyone knew that a battle would occur, but no one expected it to end so swiftly!
The figures touched in an instant, collided, and then ca to a halt.
One, the exchange between ng Yu and True Monarch Youyun took rely a breath's ti!
As the wind blew, ng Yu's sword was pure wind, a gale arose, stirring waves, a breeze moved, figures stood double, the Clear Wind Slash, one sword to break through!
The most extre sword strike, designed purely for killing.
Whether it was the enemy's one hundred thousand wisps of Youyun Qi or three thousand black death silks, under the grotesquely distorted form of ng Yu, it was like a breeze blowing through, ultimately, it was a strike of the sword!
A few deep bloodstains appeared on ng Yu's shoulder, a result of the Nascent Soul True Monarch's horsetail whisk, but True Monarch Youyun clutched at his neck, trying to prevent the blood from gushing out.
Because his neck had already been severed halfway!
"Excellent swordsmanship, utterly ferocious!"
He said so.
He lost and was not convinced, he had anticipated that ng Yu was a swordsman who would engage in close combat, but he had never thought that ng Yu's swordsmanship would be so fierce.
Before his ten thousand wisps of Youyun Qi could form an array, he rushed forward without hesitation, and then his figure just recklessly sliced with each strike!
What the hell kind of fighting style is this? In reality, if you do this, you might win a hundred tis, but lose once and you are dead!
Betting life against life, if I had also adopted this mindset, both you and I would be 'logging off' together!
Although the neck wound was fatal, luckily this body was at Foundation Establishnt Great Perfection, and as long as he didn't go into intense combat imdiately, he wasn't going to die anyti soon.
"Hmph."
His throat recovered, and he could speak again.
"True Lord, you have lost. I hope you will adhere to the wager. I have no designs on the Taihe Sect, let alone thoughts of annihilating the sect to loot its treasures. I will say it again, I am only at Foundation Establishnt, I need to achieve the Golden Pill of Achievent, and then the Nascent Soul, at the least two hundred years later, right?"
ng Yu's words made True Monarch Youyun pause for a mont.
Indeed, ng Yu was currently just at Foundation Establishnt, no matter how one stirred the Golden Core, without two or three hundred years, a Nascent Soul was unattainable. So, in the anti, would one support a weak genius and then stabilize the situation in the northwest, or stand on the side of the Myriad Gold Pavilion and fight to the death?
In history, ministers always preferred monarchs who were just in their twenties. You invest in him, and he will not suddenly die, causing all your plans to co to naught. At the sa ti, such a person is more reasonable, able to negotiate, and even knows gratitude, as opposed to the rciless old ghosts in their forties and fifties.
As for two hundred years later... True Monarch Youyun's eyebrows and beard were already white, he had invested all his energy in achieving the Nascent Soul, but his future path was already cut off. In two hundred years, he might not even exist anymore.
"I..."
Just as he was about to utter the words "I concede," ng Yu suddenly swung his sword out.
Soone had sneaked over quietly but was detected by ng Yu.
"ng Yu, you are playing dirty. That's not nice."
The people from the Myriad Gold Pavilion, grinning, stood to the side.
They could not just allow True Monarch Youyun to concede. On the contrary, they wanted to strike ng Yu's face hard.
"In swordsmanship competition, what counts is fairness and justice, not your way of exploiting True Monarch Youyun's hesitation to gamble with your life, winning victory but in reality employing shaless tactics."
The first True Lord to say this was nad Dan Yangzi.
"Blood God Sect, Blood Transmutation Divine Saber... that sword strike was very good, but it's too vicious and damages harmony with heaven."
The second True Lord said this, smirking disdainfully.
"You have a choice, roll out of the Ascension List, otherwise, every ti I see you, I will kill you once!"
This was the third True Lord, whose expression was utterly indifferent.
ng Yu was not angered; he likewise looked at the three True Lords with a smiling face, as well as the nine Golden Core Masters following behind them.
Hmm, the colors on everyone's hands indicate their Cultivation.
"You're right, how about one-on-one? Hey big brother, shall we spar a bit?"
The shaless ng Yu said with a smiling face as he invited a Golden Core Master from the Myriad Gold Pavilion.
The Golden Core from the Myriad Gold Pavilion kept a straight face and did not respond.
Before coming here, perhaps everyone had the idea of challenging ng Yu, but after seeing the Wind-Slicing Strike that broke True Monarch Youyun's technique just now, the only thought everyone had was, Golden Cores should not accept the challenge and avoid making a fool of themselves!
"Ah, how about you?"
ng Yu then invited another Golden Core.
"Hey, big brother, you, why don't you co and have a one-on-one with ?"
ng Yu invited the nine Golden Cores one by one, but no one moved.
That Wind-Slicing Strike was still fresh in everyone's minds.
The most ruthless and cunning strike, Wind-Slicing Strike!
"Ah, you nine Golden Cores, not one of you will step out and duel ... What about the three seniors?"
ng Yu's expression was still full of joy, showing no sign that he was facing three foes even more formidable than himself.
ng Yu's practice with Bai Hu was publicly known as ng Yu being defeated by Bai Hu, and he was sincerely learning combat techniques from Bai Hu, including the two tis when Little Fox carried ng Yu's head around for everyone to see that ng Yu was defeated by Bai Hu, and so on.
ng Yu had many faults, but he really did not care for empty fa, nor would he trouble himself for a little false reputation.
If one day he did start to seek such fa, it would definitely be because he wanted to launch a satellite into space.
"You don't despise us for bullying the weak?"
"How could I, how could I, Senior, I am the Young Sect Master of the Blood God Sect, my father is in the Divinity Transformation stage, and I've also inherited the Moon-Watching Sect and will establish my own sect in the Western Wastes in the future. I am a figure of so repute, and on the Ascension List, we are all at Foundation Establishnt, so you can't say it's bullying the weak. Besides, nobody dies here, so please feel free to kill . No matter how you kill , I won't hold a grudge over it."
The Nascent Soul Master was taken aback.
"Really, when we fight offline, it's for life and death interests, for the sake of our subordinates, but in the virtual online world, seniors, please loosen up a bit. You kill , I kill you, it's all just virtual, why can't we let go?
There's no such thing as bullying the weak or ganging up, I really don't care, I bear no grudges, go ahead and kill ."
ng Yu said with a smile, moving towards one of them, and the next mont a burst of sword light shot directly at the Nascent Soul True Monarch in front of him!
Still the wind!
The two passed by each other, a streak of blood rose from ng Yu's body, while that Nascent Soul was cut in half at the waist!
"You?"
The opponent's face was full of disbelief. ng Yu should have died too, right?
"The Cultivation Technique I practice has a set called 'Eighteen Falls of Soiled Clothes', you mistook it for the 'Borrowing Force to Strike' technique. So when your sword hit , I was able to divert it."
ng Yu's shoulder now bore a deep wound.
Between life and death, in this deadly fight, it was not that he was much stronger than the Nascent Soul, but rather he was a bit luckier this ti.
"Wait for !"
The Nascent Soul, though not dead, looked at his own body and suddenly gritted his teeth, circulated his True Qi, and died.
"Mhm."
ng Yu, wounded on the shoulder, nodded, looking at the remaining eleven people, "Alright, beautiful, is it our turn now?"
The second Nascent Soul was a petite and exquisite woman, exuding a firm and confident aura.
However, now she hesitated.
Their physical bodies were in the Central Plains, and this mission was an opportune task. According to the Myriad Gold Pavilion's plan, they would negotiate first, or it would be even better to capture ng Yu. If he were to run, they would constantly pursue him.
No matter how strong a Foundation Establishnt Divine Soul was, it had its limits; kill him a few more tis and he wouldn't be able to co online anymore. Moreover, this kind of pursuit would also give confidence to the related Sects, but what the hell was happening now?
Why wasn't this man running but instead eagerly fighting with them?
Was he sick?
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