C311 Ten moves (2/2)
There was a bright moon hanging in the middle of the dark sky!
”Winter Night!”
Meng Yu used the self-created Sword-style.
The entire world instantly turned snow-white.
Yamamoto Michoaca had no worries because of his snow-white head.
This was an even purer shade of white, covering Fu Wenjian's ”Thousand Li Snowy” snowflakes.
Suddenly, Fu Wenjian's aura was suppressed, and he felt a sense of suffocation.
His unwillingness was written on his stubborn face.
”Doesn't this guy only have Fifth Level of Fetal Origin Stage and Cultivation Level? How did his aura become so powerful? ”
Chu Han who was watching the battle was extremely shocked. This brat's Sword Intent was so dense, it did not seem like it was something a Fetal Origin Stage cultivator should have.
”See how I'll take care of you!”
Determination showed in Fu Wenjian's eyes.
”Boom!”
He bit the tip of his tongue and spat out his blood essence onto that sword.
The icy cold sword, upon encountering hot blood, instantly flourished with vigor!
With this, he had actually suppressed Meng Yu's ”Winter Night”.
”Die, ant!”
Fu Wenjian swung out his sword, sprinkling it onto the dark blue sky, causing snow to fall and shine resplendently.
At this moment, he was like a king that controlled the life and death of all under the heavens. With a single order, rivers of blood flowed!
”Meng Yu, dangerous!” Liu Rongfei's heart sank to the bottom.
She was someone who used the sword, and was able to see how good Fu Wenjian's strike was.
She had seen Meng Yu use the sword before, but that brat didn't seem to have used such a sword!
”An ant?”
Meng Yu snorted, and the Blue Snake Sword in his right hand was handed over.
”《 Illusory Sword Spell》 first move: Star Dream!”
One shooting star after another shot like lightning towards Fu Wenjian.
In Fu Wenjian's eyes, it had interweaved into a beautiful starry sky.
The dreamy sword tip pierced through many snowflakes, causing this lifeless inanimate object to directly wither and disappear.
”Impossible!” My sword has been sprinkled with blood essence, and has been pushed to the limit. How could it be so weak? ”
Fu Wenjian clenched his teeth.
The domineering attitude from before had completely disappeared.
He took a step back.
On his feet, a series of illusionary footwork appeared.
”You want to escape?”
Meng Yu sneered.
”Under my sword, where can you escape to?”
The dreamy sword light reflected pain in many people's eyes.
Just as Fu Wenjian was retreating.
He seemed to see flowers falling.
A sword shadow appeared silently from a small petal, piercing right into his forehead.
Swoosh.
Blood gushed out, dying the night red.
”No, no, I don't believe it …!”
Fu Wenjian clenched his teeth.
Yes, he did not believe that his sword could be so subpar.
As his body suddenly landed, he heard the young man's indifferent words, ”I'm going to teach me how to use the sword? What a joke! ”
Within ten moves, Meng Yu was the one to win?
But now, it seemed so absurd and ridiculous!
As the wind blew, the heavens and earth became incomparably desolate and murderous.
Everyone present was shocked.
The world was as silent as a graveyard.