The power of the Seventh Realm is fundamentally different from that of the Eighth Realm.
No matter how Zheng Xiu relied on Xinghuo, how he relied on Zhao Si's natal sword, before the power of true energy and the gathered energy of heaven and earth, at best he could only shorten the gap between the two as much as possible, and it was impossible to achieve a direct confrontation.
Under such pressure, he can draw a sword faster than him.
This can only show that Zheng Xiu was acting before, and it can only show that although her real energy is far inferior to Yuan Wu's, her physical strength exceeds Yuan Wu's.
An extremely tenacious will allows the body to perform some actions it wants to complete as quickly as possible even when it is seriously injured.
But Zheng Xiu's situation at this time is obviously not just due to will.
In Yuan Wu's perception at this time, among the many flesh and blood in Zheng Xiu's body, it was as if a force like a steel noose was rapidly spinning and exploding.
This kind of secret art about the flesh body King Kong can only come from those ascetic monks in Donghu.
Dozens of sparks gushed out from the edge of the small sword in Zheng Xiu's hand, crossed his downward sword intent, and landed on his chest.
It was just dozens of very thin sparks, but the moment it landed on his chest, there were countless dense and sharp piercing cutting sounds.
There are many sword qi like crystal dust in the star fire, like bright gems.
But these condensed sword qi could not pierce Yuan Wu's flesh and blood, but only cut the clothes on his chest.
More than a dozen dark scales floated on Yuan Wu's skin, emitting black flames.
The crystal sword energy in these sparks and the dark flames impacted and were all blocked, and then quickly turned into finer powder.
There was a loud bang.
Yuan Wu's sword qi hit the water, and where the sword tip landed, the qi reached the bottom of the Wei River in an instant, forcing all the water away.
In the next instant, the forced water flow formed a ring-shaped huge wave, mixed with a thousand tons of sand, and exploded outward.
Zheng Xiu's body fell asleep, and the gushing water vapor flew backwards.
There was some surprise in Yuan Wu's eyes.
There was surprise in the depths of her eyes at this time.
The scales floating on Yuan Wu's chest had a familiar aura to her. They were Youlong scales, but they were not the Youlong scales of the Youlong that Baili Suxue was riding on.
The dozen or so Youlong scales of Yuanwu have an older aura, and the aura is deeper and purer, and it even feels like it has been soaked in the aura above the eighth realm for a long time.
This could only come from the former You dynasty.
It is not surprising that the royal family of the Great Qin Dynasty possessed some relics of the former You Dynasty.
But the point is that even she never knew Yuan Wu had such a thing.
Having received Zheng Xiu's sword forcefully on his chest, Yuan Wu's expression remained unchanged.
He knows Zheng Xiu too well.
From the moment Zheng Xiu was about to duel with him, he knew that Zheng Xiu wanted to destroy him as well as himself.
Even if he can't be killed in the end, Zheng Xiu will definitely force him to use all means of concealment.
It's just the same for him.
He also wants to use Zheng Xiu to see how powerful Wang Jingmeng and the people around Wang Jingmeng are.
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The black scales on Yuan Wu's chest disappeared.
He stood on top of the huge waves, looked at Zheng Xiu, did not pursue, but took a deep breath, and at the same time adjusted the blood flow in his body, he held a long sword in his hand.
It was a very simple sword style, but the sword energy surging from the sword instantly turned the world in front of him into a vacuum.
An astonishing amount of heaven and earth vitality was sucked in by this vacuum, but it did not gather on the sword in his hand, but appeared directly behind Zheng Xiu.
A beam of sword light quietly appeared behind Zheng Xiu who was flying upside down, and landed on the back of Zheng Xiu's neck.
Looking at Yuan Wu's sword and feeling the unique aura in this sword energy, there was a burst of exclamation outside the port.
Most of those who exclaimed were practitioners in blue or purple robes.
These practitioners are all from Lingxu Sword Gate.
Lingxu Sword Sect is as famous as Minshan Sword Sect, so it is impossible for these practitioners to be prone to violent mood swings like ordinary practitioners.
They were shocked at this time because Yuan Wu's sword was the secret sword of Lingxu Sword Sect, and it was a secret sword that they could not comprehend or master.
The reason why the secret swords of each sect are called secret swords is not because it is difficult to master, but because of their powerful power and unique sword intent. It contains many ways of cultivation in this sect, and the comprehension of the law of vitality is a sword technique that even ordinary sect disciples do not want to teach, lest it be known to outsiders.
The secret sword of any sect naturally represents a powerful lethality that exceeds that of ordinary swordsmanship.
Now Yuan Wu's seemingly random sword is naturally so.
However, what shocked the practitioners of Lingxu Sword Sect who reacted the fastest was that Zheng Xiu didn't swing his sword to block the sword energy that appeared behind him.
The little sword she held tightly in her hand burned even more violently.
Two streams of violent fire surged from the depths of the sword embryo, one flame was extremely condensed and compact, like red iron that had been tempered thousands of times, and the other flame roared with a strong wind, as if someone had waved a giant sword countless times. The hammer compressed the gust of wind into this flame.
These two kinds of flames come from the vitality of Zhao Yi and Zhao Si respectively, but they both carry Zhao Jianlu's arrogance and the terrifying scorching heat that burns everything.
However, when these two flames surged, there were many pale and indifferent star lights dancing wildly like thousands of little snakes from countless holes in Zheng Xiu's body, merging into these two flames.
The three flames blended and cooled rapidly.
It turned into a flameless sword energy without temperature.
This sword energy ignored the stabbing sword behind her at all, but pointed directly at Yuan Wu's throat in a very chilling way.
Yuan Wu's sword is faster than her.
This sword light fell on the back of Zheng Xiu's neck.
A strange and shrill phoenix cry sounded in the air.
An unimaginable coercion was released from the golden phoenix clothes on Zheng Xiu's body, and pieces of golden light formed in front of the sword energy, forcefully forcing the sword energy to stop in the air.
The two forces clashed, and Jin Huili made a cracking sound.
First, there was a crackling sound in the invisible depths of the golden phoenix garment, followed by Zheng Xiu's neck, and even the bones and flesh all over his body.
In the perception of most practitioners at this time, even though the phoenix garment on Zheng Xiu has unimaginable defensive power, Yuan Wu's sword still caused serious trauma to her, even enough to make her whole body Shattered and cracked.
However, in this extremely short period of time, a chilly dead air spread deep inside Zheng Xiu's body like a tide.
All the other practitioners haven't sensed this aura yet, but there is a hint of bitterness in the depths of Yuan Wu's eyes.
He felt it.
He was deeply impressed by this breath.
This came from the most fearsome opponent he encountered in the Lushan League, Yan Ying.
Darkness seeped out of Zheng Xiu's fair skin.
She didn't die.
Her body did not disintegrate instantly.
The sword in her hand didn't feel any slowness either.
The cold and dead flame fell towards Yuan Wu's throat.