Immortal Sword Pavilion

Chapter 682 One after another broke the formation (for subscription, recommendation)
Outside, on the tidy white jade square, a throne sits on it.

The throne is made up of verdant trees, and majestic vitality is bred in it.

Amidst this thick vitality, cyan vitality gathered, forming a canopy above the nine-foot-high phantom.

As time passed, the green color on the canopy became more and more cohesive.

hum!
At this moment, the condensed canopy suddenly stopped.

On the white jade square, at the moment, among the five cyan masks, the southernmost one, accompanied by the sound of a sharp sword, shattered from it.

Bang!
A cyan figure leaped out from it, and at the same time, the cyan hood that was splitting suddenly shattered at this moment, turning into wisps of green energy and dissipating.

"Phew, it's still too much force to forcibly condense into sword threads with the Nirvana Sword Intent." Thinking of this, Zhou Yu let out a breath of foul air slowly.

At this time, he looked extremely embarrassed.

There are already many damages on the gorgeous Qinglan battle armor, and it is full of sharp sword marks, even if it is completely shattered in the next moment, it is not surprising.

And within this battle armor, Zhou Yuyuan's mid-stage body was even more miserable.

Blood seeped out of his whole body continuously, dyeing him into a blood man.

Compared with these flesh wounds, the meridians in his body were severely damaged.

Especially when using Qijue Sword Meridian, forcibly raising the realm, it caused damage to many meridians in his body, and his overall strength was reduced by at least [-]%.

"This replica is really difficult to deal with, but no one can live arrogantly after imitating my face." Zhou Yu's eyes were filled with pride.

"Ton, ton, ton..." Along with his throat throbbing, the wine made by Zuixian poured into his stomach.

Before the wine was refined, the fifth-grade healing holy medicine, Dragon Blood Pill and Soul Ningxiang, which Xia Bing gave him, were swallowed into his abdomen one after another.

boom!
Huge vitality and the power of the elixir exploded in Zhou Yu's body.

If an ordinary monk was seriously injured and took the power of the elixir recklessly, his meridians would definitely be damaged.

But Zhou Yu didn't have this worry, and a trace of the five elements in his body gushed out from his internal organs.

The moment five light spots of different colors emerged, the Five Elements Dao Palace condensed into one and turned into a melting pot of the Five Elements, which was about to devour and refine this majestic vitality and the power of the elixir.

Bang!
A jet-black mist of blood erupted from Zhou Yu's body and dissipated outside Qinglan's battle armor.

Although this battle was miserable, it was rewarding.

In a sense, defeating the clone is considered a breakthrough.

As long as he carefully understands after the war, Zhou Yu is sure to break through the realm again, and at the same time, he will deduce his cultivation to the peak of Nascent Soul within ten years.

But right now, it's not the time to sort them out.

As the vitality in the body warmed and nourished the meridians while adjusting the breath, Zhou Yu's eyes were not idle.

I saw that on the wide square in front of me, apart from the place he broke, there were blue fog covering all around.

Above the fog cover, streaks of aura continued to rise, turning into mysterious rune light chains and flying towards the place where the giant was sitting, blending into the green canopy above the throne.

The canopy is like a cloud of smoke, and it has a radius of ten feet at this moment. The aura contained in it is that even Zhou Yu can feel a sense of depression in his heart.

More importantly, he faintly felt the power of his five elements within the canopy.

"Could it be that the cyan fog mask has a way to steal other people's power besides copying its own power?" Zhou Yuning thought with eyebrows.

Bang!
At this moment, a sharp energy erupted from the west.

Zhou Yu turned his head to look, and saw a young man in white robe holding a feather fan and a stern man with a bow and arrow on his back, rushing out from a blue hood.

"Unexpectedly, someone can get out of this trap one step ahead of us?" Sensing Zhou Yu's gaze, Mu Ran's heart moved, and he cupped his hands in Zhou Yu's direction.

"Ziyun, are you sure you will meet this person?"

"Potential does not mean strength, but this person is carrying a sword box. As a sword repairer, his strength will not be much worse." As soon as the words fell, there were streaks of crimson streamers running in Ziyun's body.

Within this stream of light, although his seemingly embarrassing body has not changed, the aura of his whole body is constantly improving at this moment.

"Even you find it tricky. It seems that there is a reason why this person was able to pass the Siqu Peak one step ahead of us." Mu Ran smiled slightly, with a little surprise in his eyes, but he didn't pursue it too much.

But just as he took a elixir to heal his wounds and looked at the surrounding situation at the same time, in the southwest corner of the square, there was an astonishing surge of devilish energy.

boom!
I saw a monk wearing a black robe with a sinister face, walking out of the broken blue hood.

As soon as Fang appeared, there was still joy in his eyes, but when he felt the gazes of Zhou Yu and Mu Ran, his sinister face suddenly froze.

But as a demon monk, his state of mind is so high, but after being slightly stunned, he covered his sleeves with his hands and walked to the side and sat cross-legged.

"The people who can come here are really not easy." Zhou Yu moved his eyes away from the hole covered by the demon monk, and sighed in his heart.

Although he came out first, he didn't feel the slightest complacency because of it.

After all, neither the two young men nor the more powerful demon monk should be underestimated.

While he was thinking, he saw a cyan sword light not far ahead, and an old man in gray robe also broke out.

"Another person in the realm of transforming gods." Looking at this person, Zhou Yu couldn't help but glance at the Mozong monk again.

"This battle is really difficult." Qu Feng looked at the people present, and after a little thought, there was a trace of fatigue in his eyes, and he flicked his fingers.

Swish!
Accompanied by a sharp sword light, the cyan fog cover three steps away from him exploded, revealing a miserable young man.

"Thank you, Master Uncle, for helping me out." Xiao Yun said with a distressed expression.

"Hurry up and heal, we don't have much time." After Qu Feng finished speaking, he closed his eyes and began to adjust his breath.

Seeing the spiritual light rising above the blue mist, he can naturally guess that this blue mist can use the duplicate body to steal one of their ways.

In fact, if he hadn't pinned his own way on the magic weapon of his own life after cutting himself, he might have fallen on it.

"This place is really weird." Xiao Yun wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, and after sweeping his gaze over Zhou Yu and the others, he swallowed the elixir and began to adjust his breath.

As everyone broke through the formation one by one, only Wang Jie and the three of them were on the entire square, and the strange blue mist shrouded it.

Seeing the aura of the three runes on it rise and float towards the blue canopy above the throne, everyone including Zhou Yu fell silent.

"This array seems to be able to absorb our cultivation base. If it continues like this, I'm afraid it will be unfavorable to us in the future. The younger generation is bold, please take action." As soon as the voice fell, accompanied by the sound of a sword, Zhou Yu held the Qingming Sword, Suddenly cut off.

(End of this chapter)