848 Angry Flame (whispering begging for a monthly pass)

"This is the Sixteen Swords of Water Cloud?"

When this exclamation sounded, almost all the Jade Immortal Cultivators present had a look of contemplation on their faces, looking carefully below.

And the rest of the Heavenly Immortal Heads and Hall Masters all stood up and watched in amazement.

Although he had no intention of interfering, his eyes were full of disbelief and stunned.

"Since the founding of my sect, there are only four people who can combine the thirty-two types of water cloud swords into the sixteen styles. How is this possible?"

"It should be that the sixteen swords are not wrong, this Yuanming actually only used the power of the twelve dragons from beginning to end, if it is not for the power of melting rain and turning clouds, if it is not for this water cloud sword. How can this son compete with the Polar Thunder?"

"About a hundred years ago, I saw a real person use it. There are some differences, but they're about the same—"

This person is really terrifying and terrifying, looking at his sword intent is mellow, and his sword skills are all unsatisfactory. These sixteen-style swords, Xuan Ao is no less than the real person in charge. Obviously, I don't know how long I have been enlightened, but I have endured it so far, and I dare to provoke this person by allowing others to bully Lian Hai, which is really blind."

"I remember that this son has only been practicing for more than 10,000 years. It's only one step away from the Jade Immortal Realm—"

"It's only twenty years at most, hey, within this sect, I'm afraid that another great power will be born"

Yue Yu didn't hear the sound of discussion, the sword of Xuan Bing condensation, and the cyan Xuan soldier urged by the extreme haze, only collided once, and it was already cracked.

The Jade Immortal Realm also has the power of thirty dragons at the lowest, and Extreme Lil is the best among them. The power of the forty-two dragons is surging like a wave

Almost after every exchange, Yue Yu would take the initiative to shatter the ice condensed on the sword. Before the power of the counterattack completely rushed in, he took the initiative to split the ice sword and unload most of the power it had undertaken.

But even so, after several times, his body was like being hammered. The skin of the seven orifices is overflowing with some fine blood spots.

It's not all pretending, a pole, although he doesn't put it in his eyes. But in addition to this person, there were more than ten Heavenly Immortals working together, which was enough to make him feel that it was difficult to deal with it.

Ten percent of the power can only be used forty percent. Most of his mind is used to control his own mana

However, in the eyes of everyone in this hall, Yue Yu at this moment was like a reef standing immovable in the torrent. Although it is a sword for one person, it is difficult for it to be shaken even by the storm.

The blue water pool on the body has not expanded since it expanded to a radius of 500 zhang. However, it is even more condensed and heavy, and the various immortal weapons involved in it are already forty huge. But in the violent whirlpool, it is difficult to get out.

The more than ten Heavenly Immortal Cultivators were all drenched in cold sweat. It was as if he was at a loss, and he could only stand outside the whirlpool. No matter how the magic weapons of the Xuan War change, no matter what kind of Taoism. will be absorbed by this vortex scroll, except for only making Yue Yu a little more difficult, it has almost no effect.

It was almost unconscious, remembering Yue Yu's previous words.

"Water is the softest in the world, and it can control all things"

"Water can also be the most rigid in the world, and it can be used as a thousand swords"

And the extreme mist in mid-air was already furious to the extreme. The blue water lake is only 500 zhang square. But the mist and clouds have spread to all corners of the hall.

——Almost every bit of water vapor, every bit of water system spirit son, can be used by Yue Yu. The frost stone sword, almost every sword slashed, could directly turn a large amount of water into a Xuanbing giant sword. Heavy as a mountain, its momentum is incomparable.

A continuous sword and sword, combined with the melting rain and cloud sword qi, forced him to the point of embarrassment. Obviously, the cultivation is beyond a realm, and it is obviously the immortal treasure that is better, but there is nothing helpless

The cyan Xuanbing suddenly made a cracking sound, and almost without looking, the extreme mist could already feel it, and there was already a spiritual array on the sword, which was injured by the power of extreme frost, and cracks were produced.

The fury in his chest was almost immediately ignited

"What about your vertical water cloud sixteen swords? today I want you to pay for my life in vain—"

Within a pair of sleeves, more than ten immortal talismans shuttled out in an instant, directly blasting towards Yue Yu. There was also a huge iron chain shooting out, shuttling and circling in all directions, and in just a moment, the 3,000-zhang space was firmly locked.

Then there were countless tiny iron chains, piercing into the lake around Yue Yu's body in all directions. layer upon layer of superimposed entanglement, gradually, almost locked him completely.

Three swords slashed out in a row, and the immortal talisman was smashed into powder. In Yue Yu's eyes, the coldness was faint, like a deep pool, absorbing all the light, and there was hardly any luster.

And the Great Innate Xuan Ice in his body was really determined by the fire, and he was once again urging with all his might. Transform that water mana into the true qi of melting rain and clouds little by little.

The battle intent became more and more high-spirited, and the monstrous sword intent was even more sharp and sharp. Even the extreme haze in front of him is really as strong as a mountain. He also has the power to cut them to pieces

He bit the tip of his tongue violently and spat out a mouthful of blood. The frost stone sword rose sharply in an instant, and the water around Yue Yu's body also expanded by seventy zhang again

The countless streams of fine water inside, like knives, are still constantly twisting and cutting. Smash all the chains to pieces.

And at this time, every time he took a breath, Yue Yu felt that his understanding of this Water Cloud Sword and the True Qi of Melting Rain and Clouds was deeper. Many changes that he had never thought of, and problems that could never be solved, were unfolded in front of his eyes one by one, and all of them were solved. It's as if a door has been opened in the brain.

The sword technique and the magic power are also more and more closely coordinated, and they are even more mysterious and wonderful.

Gradually, Yue Yu also felt that he and the Shui Yun Sword behind him were even more consistent with the aura and sword intent.

And with the resonance of one person and one sword, the water spiritual power that converged towards him would gradually increase by one level almost every second.

By this point, it had increased to 20%.

Looking up, I saw that the real person was extremely gloomy, and his eyes were even more flickering. One hand is already wrapped into the sleeve.

Yue Yu smiled coldly and swallowed a mouthful of blood foam. The frost stone sword in front of him suddenly shook endlessly. Although it was a stream of melting rain and cloud sword qi, it slashed out non-stop, but from time to time there was a strange sword sound.

And at this moment, in the hall, all the dozens of immortal cultivators who were watching the battle were puzzled. The Shui Yun Sword, which was enshrined behind the throne of the Sect Leader, also suddenly let out a crisp trembling sound. It actually floated up in the air, suspended in mid-air.

The twelve jade immortals nearby were suddenly shocked again, and they all looked over. I only felt that at this moment, these two water system immortal soldiers seemed to have established a mysterious connection, and they kept resonating and vibrating.

The entire mountain protection array was also mobilized one by one, frantically pouring the spirit of heaven and earth into the frost stone sword.

And around Yue Yu's body, the blue light is also more abundant. The concentration of the power of the water spirit. The momentum of the sword intent, which was nearly doubled, was also even more fiery and unbearable, forcing everyone in this hall to take a few steps back again,

"Old Pifu, do you dare to say that your disciple has no way to take death?

A water-colored sword qi broke through the air and slashed away. The sword was fiery, and it was more than three times as strong as before. Fifty huge water dragons, entangled in the melting rain and clouds, roared endlessly. In an instant, the entire Lianyun Peak also shook violently,

The dazzling blue light also reflected the face of the real person in the extreme light.

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At the top of Lianyun Peak, there was a sharp and sharp sound of metal violently colliding, shaking the ninety-nine peaks of Shuiyun Mountain. And then the next moment. A flash of blue light flew out.

- Piercing to the sky above 1.7 million zhang, then crumbling and disintegrating, turning into a little bit of cyan dust, which gradually sprinkled from the sky.

At this moment, above the peaks, the treasure light rising into the sky is becoming more and more dense. Almost all of them were at a loss, looking at the direction of the top of the Lianyun Peak. Sensing the main peak, there were more and more intense fluctuations in spiritual power.

There were more than 100 rays of light, flying towards that place and falling on the top of the peak. But they are all Heavenly Immortal Monks, and the Jade Immortal Elders in the sect.

And below the spirit immortals, they can only wait and see from afar, and their expressions are uncertain.

The mighty sword intent that rushed out from the top of the peak, even if it was thousands of miles away, was also strong and domineering. Even the Heavenly Immortals, whose cultivation was a little weaker, did not dare to approach easily.

"That seems to be the Extreme Haze Master Ancestor's personal companion Feng Qi Sword, you said master him, will there be anything wrong-"

Above the Extreme Abyss Peak, on the right side of the floating island exclusive to Yue Yu. Ming Xiu looked extremely worried, and also looked at the water blue sword light, shining from time to time.

Although he is already in his heart, he has long regarded Lian Hai as his uncle. But for this older generation of disciples, Ming Xiu still didn't dare to be disrespectful.

And Ming Dao's eyebrows have been wrinkled into a Sichuan character.

"It seems to be the melting rain of my sect, not like a foreign enemy is coming. Could it be that it is the senior uncle who stands out for our Extreme Abyss Peak?"

Ming Xiu was stunned when he heard this, and he wondered how could this be possible? He would rather believe that the person who shattered the Wind Qi Sword of the Extreme Mist True Person was his own master, Yuan Ming.

It's just that this thought, he thinks it's ridiculous when he thinks about it himself.

I only hated in my heart, when Master Fang Cai went to Lianyun Mountain alone, he couldn't rush to persuade the teacher.

Not far from this floating island, Yuan Jing is also stepping on the void, floating on hundreds of thousands of zhang. But his face was as pale as paper, and there was not half a trace of blood.

is different from Ming Dao and Ming Xiu, you can only wait and see. With his cultivation as the realm, he can perceive more with his spiritual sense.

And at this moment, in his mouth, he was muttering from time to time.

"How is that possible? That person, how can it be Yuanming? My junior brother, how can he have such a mana cultivation?"

"With the ability of the extreme master, it seems that it is not low. Even with the troops, they can't be saved. Isn't that a joke?"

"The sixteen-style sword of water clouds, melting rain and turning clouds into supernatural powers, when did he learn it?"

"Now that Lian Hai is dead, I'm afraid that Uncle Ji Ji can't help it. So what did I do all these years to curry favor with and even offend Yuanming?"

PS: It's so sad and miserable. Since yesterday's **, there have been five chapters now. The subscription is skyrocketing, but the monthly pass has not moved, and only 40 votes have been received. It's too miserable to open up the wasteland now, is it because it's not cool to write? It's getting less and less confident, alas—