Supreme Martial God Technique

Xue Jian's final momentum, under the catalysis of the Crazy Sword Art, was fixed at the third level of the Enlightenment Realm.

On the other hand, the spirit fox has been weakened and has been reduced to the second level of the Enlightenment Realm.

One is rising, the other is falling.

In terms of momentum, the spirit fox has been suppressed by Xue Jian.

Obviously, the spirit fox is most aware of this feeling at this moment.

But the spirit fox is not afraid at all, staring at Xue Jian with a pair of huge eyes, not afraid at all.

Although it can't speak, its eyes have represented everything.

Xue Jian is like a crazy demon at this moment.

His hair and clothes move without wind.

This Crazy Sword Art is really worthy of the word "crazy".

Just from Xue Jian's eyes, it can be seen that his momentum has changed again at this moment.

There is nothing else in his eyes except crazy killing and blood.

"Go to hell."

Sweeping the sword, in an instant, it can be seen that the power of this sword is really the spirit of shaking the world.

The entire Wanglong Slope trembled slightly.

Under the pressure of the sword energy, even the air was forced to make way.

It slashed directly at the spirit fox with sharp and domineering force.

This sword made Wu Yun, who was far away, shudder.

This attack was not much weaker than the palm he saw Qi Xiuyuan blast out that day.

It was really terrible.

But even with such a terrifying attack, the spirit fox did not show any fear.

It was obviously defeated, but it still rushed forward.

It rushed forward.

Boom!

A beam of energy light spit out from the spirit fox's mouth.

It collided with Xue Jian's terrifying sword energy.

There was a loud bang.

In an instant, the entire Wanglong Slope trembled violently.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying energy wave spread out.

Like a raging sea, it lifted many of the corpses on the ground.

But as expected, the spirit fox was split in half directly under the impact of the sword energy.

Although it was made of energy and could heal itself.

But being split in half directly was also a serious injury for it as an energy body.

Only the spirit fox let out an unwilling roar in the air, and gradually disappeared.

The most terrifying thing is.

The injuries suffered by the spirit fox will be doubled on Bai Lier.

Although Bai Lier was not split in half at this moment.

But she only cried out in pain and fell to the ground.

Her face was pale and blood was pouring out of her mouth.

It is obvious that her internal organs and meridians have suffered serious injuries.

I don’t know if the demon pill was injured.

If the demon pill is injured again, it will be troublesome.

"Bai Lier!"

Wu Yun shouted, enduring the severe pain in his body and wanted to go forward to check Bai Lier's injuries.

At this moment, Wu Yun's heart was pounding.

He was extremely angry and annoyed.

He was angry, angry at why he always encountered such a terrifying strong man.

He was annoyed, annoyed at why his strength was so low, and he could not even protect the people around him repeatedly, but had to ask others to protect him.

Various emotions intertwined in his heart.

He barely stood up and ran towards Bai Lier.

But as soon as he stood up, he saw a figure appear in front of him.

It was Xue Jian.

At this moment, Xue Jian, under the catalysis of the Crazy Sword Art, had no emotions at all.

There was only endless killing.

In other words, any living creature in front of him must die.

And at this moment, Wu Yun became his target.

"Humph, you feel sorry for that fox? Don't worry, I will let you go to hell to accompany her right away."

Xue Jian said coldly, and then he raised his sword directly.

Wu Yun ignored the severe pain in his body and roared angrily: "You bastard, get out of here."

Suddenly, the Wuyu Star Plate in his hand flew out and hit Xue Jian.

Seeing the Wuyu Star Plate, even Xue Jian, who was under the Crazy Sword Technique, was stunned for a moment.

"It's actually a divine weapon, and it's actually another divine weapon."

Xue Jian shouted excitedly, "Wu Yun, you are really a treasure pot, and you actually have two divine weapons. Well, since the Demon Feather Golden Bell has already belonged to me, I will treat this divine weapon as your death gift to me."

Boom!

The long sword in Xue Jian's hand and Wu Yun's Wuyu Star Plate smashed together.

But as expected, Xue Jian was only shocked back two steps.

Wu Yun was directly shocked and flew away, and fell to the ground after being dozens of meters away.

The pain in his body worsened again.

Cough cough...

After a few coughs, large mouthfuls of blood spurted out of his mouth.

His face was already pale, even to the point of being bloodless.

The damage caused to his body by Xue Jian's two attacks was serious enough to endanger his life.

If he doesn't heal his wounds in time, Wu Yun will probably face the baptism of death.

But at this moment, how could Xue Jian let Wu Yun go to heal his wounds?

His figure flashed, and he appeared in front of Wu Yun again like a ghost.

The disheveled look made Wu Yun nauseous.

But his eyes were still fixed on the Wuyu Star Plate in Wu Yun's hand.

"Hehe, very good, another artifact, with these two artifacts in hand. It seems that my Xue family will replace the Martial Arts Academy sooner or later."

Then, Xue Jian's eyes turned and looked at Wu Yun, with a sneer on his lips.

The sword in his hand gradually rose and stabbed directly at Wu Yun's throat.

If there is no miracle, Wu Yun's head will be chopped off directly by this sword.

His life will probably end here.

"Is this life over?"

Wu Yun asked himself.

At this moment, countless images flashed in his mind.

He himself had nothing to be reluctant about.

But he felt that there were too many people he felt sorry for.

Luo Yao, Xiao Jin, Bald Bird, Bai Li'er, Bai Ling.

And those relatives, friends, and elders in the Southern Continent who were looking forward to his return.

But everything was about to end, Xue Jian's strength was too terrible.

Just two moves, and he didn't even have room to fight back.

Facing the sword stabbed by Xue Jian, Wu Yun just watched.

He didn't close his eyes, and he didn't compromise.

He was only full of resentment, resentment, and disobedience.

Xue Jian's arrogant laughter rang in his ears.

"Hahahaha... hate me? Disobedient? In the next life, I'll wait for you to come back and kill me."

Seeing that the sword was about to chop down.

Wu Yun even felt that the sword had touched the skin on his throat.

Even if it went down a little further, Wu Yun would have been dead.

But at this critical moment.

But he found that the sword had not moved at all.

Including Xue Jian's body.

The picture seemed to be frozen.

One person, one sword, just stood there, motionless.

Wu Yun was surprised and said to himself: "What's going on?"

"Cough, cough cough cough..."

At this moment, only to hear a low cough not far away.

A staggering old man, leaning on a cane.

Step by step, slowly walked over.

Seeing this person, Wu Yun's pupils suddenly contracted.

It was the martial arts academy, the gravekeeper, Du Xingning!

The Supreme Martial God Technique