Chapter 15 The Magic of Decay

Ying Yu was pulled into the disturbance and even pulled out the sword in his hand. The spiritual power in his body flowed like a stream, but he just wanted to preserve himself and avoid attacks as much as possible.

Because he is self-aware, if he is careful, there is likely to be unexpected accidents.

Although he doesn't know anything about mysterious Taoism, he is still not afraid of the almost crazy crowd around him with a long sword in his hand.

In such a chaotic battle, he rarely maintains a clear mind, like being illuminated by a full moon, flawless and clear.

The boiling war broke out, the glow was shining, and the blood splashed!

He retreated while fighting and came to a mountain wall. This is a pretty good terrain for him, so that he doesn't have to fight in all directions, but only block crazy crowds in three directions.

He used all his strength and still felt a burst of effort, and his spiritual power was quickly consumed.

After all, he is just a mysterious cultivation. Although people above the virtual world basically fly to fight at high altitude, there are also many people with secluded cultivation on the ground, which is a huge threat to him and may pay precious lives at any time.

"I will be very dangerous if it goes on like this." Ying Yu thought to him that he should find a chance to escape from this place, otherwise anything could really happen in the chaos.

The different colors flash, showing a different charm all over the world. The power shown by attacks from different groups of people in all directions will naturally not be the same, such as fireworks blooming, various doors, and thunderbolts endlessly.

In the crowd, Xiao Ruoli was not as worried as Yingyu. Relying on her strong cultivation, she could not touch her body. Her delicate body dodged and was extremely flexible. She walked step by step and there were many phantoms, just like dozens of her existence, and no one could attack her.

On the contrary, she took action from time to time, igniting some people who gradually calmed down and went crazy again.

She didn't know that Ying Yu was also here, thinking that the other party was still waiting around the Chu River. She was without threat and seemed quite free. With this mischievous smile on the corners of her mouth, most of the anger in her heart because of the inexplicable disaster in the Chu River finally dissipated.

The terrain of the ruthless peak is steep and steep, and there are many gullies and cliffs, which is also a fatal threat to people who can't fly. Many people fell off the cliff and fell into mud. The death was miserable and his flesh and blood was blurred.

Originally, after 40 years, the peaks that once blooded like waterfalls have become quite beautiful, which is a scenic spot on earth.

However, this disaster seems to go back to 40 years ago. All the flowers and trees were destroyed, and the strange stones cleared the pool were broken and polluted. Blood gathered into a stream and flowed to the low slope, and the body was not at peace. In the aftermath of the battle, flesh and blood flew across. The scene was terrible.

The desperate peak has really become a cold hell without feelings!

Under a cliff, Ying Yu was cold all over, his face was solemn, and he held the cold sword tightly in his hand. He felt the threat!

A man in red who was half stained with blood and had long hair rushed to him, regardless whether they knew each other or not.

This man was higher than Yingyu. His eyes were full, his palms were waved, and the surging blood overflowed, forming a blood-red three-foot giant tiger, roaring with a cold and murderous intention.

Ying Yu turned the sword, shining as bright as a star, and a spiritual power spiral nest appeared in front of him, with the power to crush everything, and twisted the rushing blood tiger into pieces on the spot.

At the same time, he spit out a mouthful of blood and involuntarily retreated. The long sword in his hand was also quickly cracked, and then broke, and each fragment reflected a crazy face under the faint light.

He could only secretly shout bad luck and turn over on the ground to avoid the other party's successive attacks. Then he casually touched the ground, and a sword-shaped weapon fell into his hand as if it were nothing, and he picked it up and stabbed the enemy.

When he stabbed the sword out, he saw the appearance of the sword in his hand and was immediately speechless.

It is a long sword that has been placed for many years. It is three feet long and rusty, muddy and watery. It looks very round and blunt in its eyes and has no sharp edge at all.

This makes Ying Yu sigh helplessly. I'm afraid such a sword is more unbearable than the long sword he just broke.

However, the surprised scene quickly happened in front of us. The man who attacked Yingyu had a fiery red color in one hand, as if there was a fire burning, and directly hit the rotten sword. Obviously, he did not pay attention to such a broken sword.

However, the palm of the man in red was easily pierced. The sword did not stop and continued to rush forward. A faint light flashed, piercing the heart of the man in red, and blood spilled out.

"Ah, how come..." Before his death, the man finally woke up in pain, his eyes showed disbelief, and slowly fell down.

Ying Yu knew that the surprise was only part of it. If the man in red hadn't been seriously injured in other battles before, I'm afraid he wouldn't have died at his hands. He can still stand, which can be said to be a fluke.

He squatted with his sword and gasped quickly. He was also surprised to see the rotten sword stained with blood. This sword really turns decay into magic. Who would have thought that such an inconspicuous broken sword would have such a sharp edge?

He saw the sword from beginning to end and looked at it very carefully without letting go of it at all, but he couldn't see what was going on. It seemed that the long sword in his hand was really placed in the mountains all year round, and no one cared about it, so it became so ordinary.

But after seeing the power of this sword, he understands that this sword is just an appearance. This sword is by no means unusual.

"Yes!" Ying Yu suddenly thought, how can ordinary monks hold the seemingly rusty broken sword in their hands?

Although he did not deny that someone might know the mystery of this sword, he glanced around and found that there were not many bodies here. Judging from the corpses, the weapons they used were obvious, not this rusty sword, so the sword was probably here early.

He had a bold idea in his heart, with twinkling eyes, mixed joy and worry!

In the chaotic crowd, the sword soul of the king of Chu flew up and down and flashed. In the overwhelming attack of the monks, such light was not enough to attract attention. But many people stared at the sword soul of the king of Chu, even if they did not divert their attention in the battle of life and death.

Suddenly, the speed of the sword soul of the king of Chu soared, and the purple light swallowed, like a meteor across the peak of ruthlessness, straight to the rain!

Ying Yu raised his head, his eyes were filled with the sudden light, and the earth seemed to turn purple. He couldn't see it, but he was shocked, because he knew how powerful the attack of the sword soul of the king of Chu was. There were countless people who died in this move, but such an attack came to him now!

He understands that he can't resist such an attack with his own ability.

He wanted to avoid, but the speed of his body was not as fast as the flying speed of the sword soul of the king of Chu. He wanted to resist, but his hand seemed to be slower than before, and it was completely too late.

The action of the sword soul of the king of Chu attracted some attention, and many monks looked over. When people saw Ying Yu, they thought that he would die under the attack of the sword soul of the king of Chu. No one would think there were other results, including Xiao Ruoli who happened to see.

"Peepy!" Xiao Ruoli's eyes were full of apprehention in an instant, and she opened her mouth and shouted. She would never expect this scene in front of her.

"Hum!" The void trembled, and the sword soul of King Chu came quickly and made the sound of Qingyue's sword.

At the same time, the rotten sword in Ying Yu's hand trembled, as if expressing something. Bright purple light flowed on the sword, and the soil and wet water fell, revealing its original appearance.

It is a purple sword, three feet long, as light as nothing. On the one hand, the sword body depicts a picture of mountains and rivers, which is lifelike; on the other hand, the word "Chu Xuan" is written, which is magnificent!

This is the sword of the king of Chu!

Ying Yu's eyes suddenly contracted, but he could not be happy, because the sword soul of King Chu was approaching his eyes, and the sharp edge pointed straight to his forehead, as if he could turn him into a dead body the next moment.

"Boom!" A strong explosion sounded, and the earth around it sank within a few feet, and the rolling dust rose up, blocking the sight of the crowd.