Devouring Sword God

Chapter 88
Drops of cold sweat dripped from Yang Yunhua's forehead. With his Golden Core cultivation, he could feel the breath of death when facing this small Youzi sword, which was enough to show how terrifying the power of the Purple Punishment Sword in Yi Xiaoyao's hands was.

At the same time, a doubt flashed in Yang Yunhua's heart, why didn't Yi Xiaoyao die after being hit by his arrow?

At this moment, Yi Xiaoyao looked at Yang Yunhua's cold gaze like a poisonous snake, as if telling him "You've been tricked".

Such a result is indeed a strategy that Yi Xiaoyao came up with in a flash.

Just now, Yi Xiaoyao realized that he was on the ground and the enemy was in the sky. Even if he had the ability, he couldn't touch the enemy at all, so he could only be beaten passively.

Therefore, if Yi Xiaoyao wants to reverse the ending and kill the enemy, he must first lure the enemy down.

Yang Yunhua's arrow did hit Yi Xiaoyao, but it was blocked by the Bloodletting Sword.

The Bloody Sword is not an ordinary soldier, and coupled with the spirit-eating sword technique and Yi Xiaoyao's extreme reaction speed after practicing the Nine Heavens Dragon Soaring Art, it is not a big problem to block an arrow at the Golden Core Realm.

At this time, Yi Xiaoyao's wrist felt a faint throbbing pain, which was caused by blocking the arrow just now.

But even so, Yi Xiaoyao's goal has been achieved.

Because now, Yi Xiaoyao only needs one thought, and the Purple Punishment Sword in his hand can take Yang Yunhua's life.

At this moment, the three Yang brothers also discovered the abnormality of their father Yang Yunhua, and they all showed doubts.

"Father, what's wrong with you? Isn't that Yi Xiaoyao there?"

Yang Dalang asked as he walked towards Yang Yunhua.

Yang Yunhua quickly raised his hand to stop him, "Da Lang, don't come over!"

After finishing speaking, his right hand was filled with strong spiritual power, and he raised his hand and slapped Yi Xiaoyao.

"Little beast, I want to see if it is your sword or my palm."

Yang Yunhua yelled, facing such a scene, he had to take a gamble.

However, the answer is clearly the former.

Yi Xiaoyao saw Yang Yunhua slapping him with his palm raised, the corner of his mouth curled up slightly, and said softly, "Of course, it's my sword!"

Before the words fell, spiritual power was instantly injected into the Purple Punishment Sword.

All of a sudden, streaks of dark purple sword energy shot out directly from the Purple Punishment Sword with an incomparably terrifying aura.

Yang Yunhua's palm was still half an inch away from Yi Xiaoyao, and it stopped immediately, and it would never be possible to make any further advances.

After the burst of sword energy from the Purple Punishment Sword, Yang Yunhua's body was already riddled with holes, and a hole as big as a bucket was broken in his chest, cutting off all vitality in an instant.

Seeing Yang Yunhua falling slowly, Yi Xiaoyao finally heaved a sigh of relief.

Because the Purple Punishment Sword is a one-time spiritual weapon, after exhausting the sword energy injected into it by the Palace Master, it is like ordinary iron, so Yi Xiaoyao threw it away casually.

Now that the most dangerous Yang Yunhua has been dealt with, Yi Xiaoyao has to face the remaining three Yang brothers.

At the same time, the three Yang brothers were stunned by the sight of their father falling in front of them.

The father of Jindan Realm, unexpectedly met each other, and died so miserably?

"Father!!!"

"Who is it! Get out!"

The three cried out in grief, but because they had witnessed the death of their father, none of them dared to go easily.

The next moment, Yi Xiaoyao walked out from behind the saber-toothed silver tiger's body, holding the Bloodbath Sword, and appeared in the line of sight of the three Yang brothers.

"It's not worth it to work for Duan Xiu and lose your own life."

Yi Xiaoyao squinted his cold eyes, looked at the three people who were within a hundred feet of him, and spoke lightly.

The three Yang brothers were startled and angry. How could they have thought that the one who killed their father was Yi Xiaoyao who was not yet dead.

"It's actually you!"

Then, the three of them immediately set up their bows and fired arrows. On the three arrows, the extremely sharp tips pointed at Yi Xiaoyao, glowing with a faint cold light.

Yi Xiaoyao suddenly felt as if he was stared at by the cold eagle eyes, locking his breath.

But Yi Xiaoyao didn't panic, instead a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Heh, attacking in the dark from a distance, maybe you can cause me a lot of trouble, but now..."

Before the words fell, Yi Xiaoyao's figure disappeared in place, and a sharp arrow was nailed to the old tree behind him.

"What!" Yang Dalang, who shot that arrow, suddenly turned pale with shock, and exclaimed: "This kid is so fast!"

Yi Xiaoyao's figure dodged the arrow just now, and immediately rushed towards the three Yang brothers.

How can the speed of the Nine Heavens Dragon Soaring Art, which has reached great success, not be fast?
Moreover, at this moment, Yi Xiaoyao could see when the opponent was shooting an arrow, so he had enough time to react.

For ordinary people, such arrows are much less threatening than the previous back arrows, but for Yi Xiaoyao, the threat is almost zero.

Exercising the Nine Heavens Dragon Soaring Art with all his strength, Yi Xiaoyao had crossed more than half of the distance between the two sides in an instant, and the cold voice sounded again.

"But now, in close combat, you can only let me fiddle with it!"

This sound made the faces of the three Yang brothers tense.

As Yi Xiaoyao said, archers can display their strength far beyond the same realm at a long distance, but in close combat, their strength is not just as simple as being greatly reduced.

"Don't listen to this kid's bluff, even if we are not good at close combat, how can we let him get close so easily?"

Yang Dalang spoke to the other two, and then the three of them shot three arrows at the same time with great tacit understanding.

These three arrows were at tricky angles, blocking Yi Xiaoyao's forward route, even if he used the Nine Heavens Dragon Soaring Art, he might not be able to dodge them, as long as Yi Xiaoyao dared to approach them again, he would definitely hit the arrows.

However, Yi Xiaoyao would not retreat.

The Soul Devouring Sword Technique unfolded in an instant, a layer of sword-shadow black cover airtightly protected the whole body, and the speed of his feet was not slack at all.

Ding!Ding!Ding!
Three crisp golden and iron symphonies sounded, Yi Xiaoyao easily blocked the three arrows, and his figure was only ten feet away from the three of them.

The faces of the three Yang brothers all changed, how could they have expected that Yi Xiaoyao could block their arrows.

"Don't panic, he is only at the fourth level of foundation building, and the three of us at the seventh level of foundation building, even in close combat, he is definitely not our opponent!"

Yang Dalang once again stabilized the mood of the other two, and the three of them burst out with spiritual power, raising their palms and attacking Yi Xiaoyao who was approaching.

Yi Xiaoyao's smile spread from the corner of his mouth. With his current strength, even someone who is good at close combat at the seventh level of Foundation Establishment may not be his opponent, not to mention that the three in front of him are so weak in close combat.

"I don't need a sword to kill you in close combat!"

Yi Xiaoyao chuckled, raised his hand and slapped Yang Dalang who was the closest.

The two palms intersected instantly, and there was an explosion of spiritual power.

"what!"

Yang Dalang screamed with his face turning purple, he only felt that his arm seemed to be smashed to pieces by the huge force of a monster.

(End of this chapter)