Devouring Sword God

Chapter 495 Borrow a Hand
Seeing Qing Yuan'er's expression, Yi Xiaoyao's heart sank suddenly.

It seems that as he expected, that old man has repented!

"Are you still sure?" Qing Yuan'er asked Yi Xiaoyao.

Yi Xiaoyao knew that Qing Yuan'er was asking him if he was sure of surviving from the powerhouses of these major forces.

He didn't answer directly, but glanced at the figures in the void.

These strong men exuding a strong murderous intent are all the people sent by the major forces to protect their arrogance, and their cultivation bases are all at the middle stage of the Yin-Yang realm.

If this catastrophe is inevitable, if Yi Xiaoyao wants to leave alive, he can only burn the baby soul at the cost of his cultivation.

Only in this way can we fight.

However, the outcome of the battle, Yi Xiaoyao will be very tragic, and the chance of surviving is extremely small.

Because these powerhouses are different from those Tianjiao who were killed, they have all mastered the profound meaning, and they are numerous.

Thinking of this, Yi Xiaoyao gave Qing Yuan'er a wry smile, and responded to her previous question: "Maybe."

Qing Yuan'er's beautiful eyes showed worry, Yi Xiaoyao had always been so confident before, but now that he said maybe, it meant that he didn't have much confidence to survive.

"Hmph! Lustful grandpa is so hateful, he promised to help you, but then he backtracked!" She said angrily in a low voice.

As soon as the words fell, Qing Yuan'er immediately covered her little head and let out a painful cry.

Yi Xiaoyao's complexion changed, because he just saw that a skinny old arm appeared behind Qing Yuan'er when she was scolding Mu Changhun, and hit her head hard .

This kind of action, when Yi Xiaoyao saw Mu Changhun for the first time before, Mu Changhun knocked Qingyuan like this.

Immediately afterwards, Yi Xiaoyao seemed to remember something, and his expression became strange.

Back then, Mu Changhun said that he could solve Yi Xiaoyao's troubles with one hand.

And Yi Xiaoyao said that when the time comes, he will need to borrow Mu Changhun's hand to help him solve his troubles.

Obviously, the arm that hit Qing Yuan'er at this moment belonged to that dead old man.

This made Yi Xiaoyao speechless for a while, that old man, it was really weird, he actually pulled out a hand to help him.

However, this also made his tense heart finally relax.

Qing Yuan'er also found this arm, although she was angry, she still smiled.

I saw the old arm trembling in front of Yi Xiaoyao, nodding towards his brow.

Yi Xiaoyao didn't evade, and let his fingers touch the center of his eyebrows. Then, a wretched voice came into his mind.

"Hey, boy, if you want to lend me an arm, I will lend you my arm, but whether it can solve your current troubles or not depends on you."

This voice changed Yi Xiaoyao's expression slightly, it seemed that it was not as simple as he imagined.

The arm was still pointing between his eyebrows, and the old voice continued to come.

"To tell you the truth, I have exhausted my cultivation due to using my magic weapon many times recently. The power contained in this arm can only help you suppress an opponent for a moment at most. Whether you live or die depends on your own destiny." La!"

"By the way, if you can survive, don't forget to consciously come to me and be a sweeping boy!"

As soon as the words fell, the arm fell into Yi Xiaoyao's hands.

Yi Xiaoyao frowned, because at this moment he felt the hidden power in his arm, and it turned out to be surprisingly little!

The old man didn't lie, this arm probably couldn't even kill a person, so it could only suppress an opponent for a while.

"Too unreliable!"

Yi Xiaoyao gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice, feeling extremely disappointed.

At this time, the powerful men in the void had already waited a little impatiently.

"Yi Xiaoyao, you are dying, and you still have the mind to flirt with the little palace master of the Desolation Palace here!"

"Come out quickly and die!"

"Today, I will kill you and expose your corpse to the wilderness!"

An extremely angry voice came from the void.

Yi Xiaoyao's face turned cold, since he couldn't hide, let's fight!

The big deal is to die, so what is he afraid of?
Everyone's eyes changed, and they saw the Qingpeng's huge wings flapped behind Yi Xiaoyao, disappeared in place in an instant, and shot directly into the sky.

The direction he shot was obviously one of the strongest men with the strongest cultivation and aura. Because that man was the strongest, the surrounding area was the weakest.

At this moment, Yi Xiaoyao's plan was to use that arm to suppress the strong man and escape from the siege.

But all the strong men in the void, seeing Yi Xiaoyao like this, did not do anything, still guarding the position they sealed, looking at Yi Xiaoyao with a sneer.

Why couldn't they see Yi Xiaoyao's actions, but in their view, it was absolutely impossible for Yi Xiaoyao to break through that strong man.

And the strong man Yi Xiaoyao shot at was a gray-robed middle-aged man from the Tianya Sword Sect, who had the fifth level of Yin and Yang.

"Hmph! Since you choose to come to me to die, then I will fulfill you!"

The gray robe gave a cold shout, did not draw his sword at all, and burst out a strong aura, and raised his hand at Yi Xiaoyao the moment his coercion bloomed.

A silver storm blew up in the void, and in the storm was an extremely terrifying silver sword glow, exuding a faint aura of profound meaning, piercing through nothingness.

Yi Xiaoyao's face was solemn, and he directly sacrificed the old arm in his hand. Suddenly, a majestic barren force erupted from the arm, turning into palm prints to meet the sword storm.

The two forces competed against each other, and the palm print of the old arm suppressed the other side with incomparable dominance.

But Yi Xiaoyao could also feel the power contained in his arm, which was exhausted with the palm print.

Therefore, he didn't wait for the result of the confrontation at all. Behind him, Qingpeng's huge wings fluttered wildly, and his figure flashed wildly in the void, taking the opportunity to escape.

"what?!"

Tianya Sword Sect's grey-robed middle-aged man's complexion changed suddenly, apparently he did not expect the power of Yi Xiaoyao's palm to be so overbearing.

But when he saw Yi Xiaoyao running away, he felt relieved, because it meant that Yi Xiaoyao could not perform such a domineering attack a second time.

"Hmph! Want to escape? It's just delusional!"

The gray-robed middle-aged man let out a yell, drew his sword and cut off the palm print in front of him desperately, and then came after Yi Xiaoyao.

Yi Xiaoyao, who was fleeing, felt the violent wind behind him, and his complexion changed.

After all, the difference in cultivation between the two was too great, and within a short time, the gray-robed middle-aged man caught up with Yi Xiaoyao.

At this moment, Yi Xiaoyao, who was fleeing ahead, stopped suddenly.

"Hmph! You know you can't escape, so obediently wait to die?"

The gray-robed middle-aged man sneered, slowed down, and stepped slowly towards Yi Xiaoyao.

However, he saw that Yi Xiaoyao turned around suddenly, with a strange look of surprise on his face.

"I think, you should be the ones who should escape next!"

Yi Xiaoyao licked his lips, opened his mouth lightly, and then sacrificed his old arm again, a palm print of desolation that was more majestic than before, and shot out with a bang!

At the same time, in a stone room in the barren palace, Mu Changhun suddenly opened his old eyes.

"Oh? Understand so quickly?"

Mu Changhun was quite surprised, and then smiled incomparably satisfied: "As expected of being the descendant of Emperor Qing, it seems that such a test can't help this kid at all."

It turned out that lending this arm was actually just a test by Mu Changhun for Yi Xiaoyao.

As long as he passes the test, the troubles he encounters can be easily resolved with only one hand.

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(Third update.)
(End of this chapter)