Chapter 2065 Blood Spirit Blade
The Blood Spirit Blade is a powerful secret technique of the Wood Clan, which has the power to kill gods and destroy Buddhas, but only the clan leader can practice this technique.
It is said that practicing this technique requires one's own blood and essence as the price, and once it is performed, the true essence will be greatly damaged. However, the power it explodes is invincible among the same level.
Man Xuan has fought with Mu Yan for so many years, and he knows the Wood Clan inside and out. He knows that Mu Yan has practiced this secret technique, but has never used it, so he said it just now.
When seeing Mu Yan perform this technique, all the strong men of the Wood Clan were shocked. With the price and power of the Blood Spirit Blade, the successive clan leaders have never used it easily. They have never seen Mu Yan being forced into such a situation.
As the spiritual power continued to be injected, the Blood Spirit Blade in front of Mu Yan became more and more sharp. Ye Chunyang looked at it, frowned slightly, and uttered a light exclamation.
He shook his sleeves, and the Thunder Sword shone with brilliance, and turned into eighty-one flying swords again, and scattered, and dense sword shadows fell towards Mu Yan.
He could feel that this Blood Spirit Blade seemed unusual. It should be some hidden means of Mu Yan. He would not be careless.
"Come on, I will let you taste the power of the Blood Spirit Blade now." Seeing Ye Chunyang advancing instead of retreating, Mu Yan sneered and showed a touch of excitement.
Although it would cost him a great price to use the Blood Spirit Blade, as long as he could get the Gate of Immortal Trace, all this would not matter.
What's more, the flying sword on Ye Chunyang was so powerful that he was also very interested.
At this moment, Mu Yan pointed his finger and uttered the word "go". The Blood Spirit Blade's brilliance surged, suddenly soared into the sky, and went straight to the Great Thousand Sword Formation.
On the other side, Man Xuan's eyes flashed violently for a few times, and a mysterious spell was formed in his hand, and he also recited some ancient spells!
The next moment, the aura on his body became turbulent and weird, and he transformed into a series of phantoms, and he couldn't tell which one was the real one. Then, with a roar, the Buddha's mantra that enveloped him was shaken away, and several figures flew out together.
Then he flashed, and several phantoms attacked Ye Xiaobao together.
These two late-stage returning to the void cultivators each used their best means, and seemed to be trying to kill Ye Chunyang in one fell swoop.
A flash of surprise flashed in Ye Chunyang's eyes.
It was indeed a bit surprising that the two were able to break free from his suppression and fight back, but he still stood in the air, his figure did not move, and he easily controlled the sword formation and clones.
"Fellow Daoist, it seems that you are in some trouble? Do you need me to help you solve one or two?"
The voice of the mysterious man sounded in Ye Chunyang's mind, with a sense of gloating.
Ye Chunyang frowned slightly, shook his head slightly and said: "Thank you for your concern, I can still deal with these two people by myself!"
"Oh, if that's the case, then it would be the best." The mysterious man smiled and said: "But if you need help, you can ask at any time. I still hope that you will take me to find treasures. I hope you don't die here."
"Don't worry, sir, I don't want to die so easily." Ye Chunyang said with a gloomy face.
The mysterious man chuckled and stopped talking. At this time, the blood light soared up and collided with the Great Thousand Sword Formation. There was a sharp sound of ding-dong, sparks flew in the void, and blood and lightning intertwined and spread.
Under the slash of the blood spirit blade, the Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder in the Great Thousand Sword Formation actually showed some signs of sharp reduction.
Ye Chunyang saw this scene, and his expression changed slightly.
The Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder killed evil and destroyed gods, and was the first in attack. At this time, it was slightly restrained, which shows that the secret technique of the Wood Clan is indeed extraordinary.
However, Ye Chunyang was not panicked. He raised his hand and the sword formation gathered immediately. At the same time, his magic power was urged, and the light in the sword formation was bright. After being slightly restrained, the Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder immediately became more powerful.
Ye Chunyang was calm in control, but Mu Yan on the opposite side could not help but be surprised!
The Blood Spirit Blade could clearly suppress the Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder just now, how come the opponent became so strong in the blink of an eye?
Could this human youth still have some reservations?
"How is it possible? Who is this kid and how can he have such strength?" Mu Yan's heart trembled violently. He and Man Xuan had almost tried their best, but Ye Chunyang seemed to be at ease. How could they fight?
The more Mu Yan thought about it, the more incredible it was. This person looked so young, while they were old monsters who had been famous for a long time. The other party had practiced for a longer time than them, but how could he have such terrible strength?
"We have already made a grudge today. If this person is not eliminated, he will bring disaster to my Mu clan in the future. No matter what, he must be killed here!"
Thinking so in his heart, Mu Yan gritted his teeth and cut his palm again, and the blood mist in front of him surged.
A violent sound rang out in the void, and the blood spirit blade suddenly glowed, and its power increased several times. The sharpness suddenly overshadowed the Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder, but at the same time, Mu Yan's face became extremely pale, as if his true essence was greatly damaged.
Seeing this, Ye Chunyang's eyes flashed with surprise. He didn't expect that this blood spirit blade secret technique was so strange that it could continuously increase its power by the caster's blood.
His eyes turned cold, and his figure flashed in the air.
The next moment, Ye Chunyang appeared in the sword formation and looked up into the sky.
Seeing Ye Chunyang forcibly rushing into the attack of the Blood Spirit Blade, Mu Yan was shocked, but then he laughed wildly, looked at Ye Chunyang sarcastically and said: "Boy, you are really looking for death. Do you think that my Blood Spirit Blade can be resisted so easily? Since you are here to die, I will fulfill your wish!"
After the loud laughter, Mu Yan clasped his palm towards the void, and the majestic mana poured down towards the Blood Spirit Blade. A sharp buzzing sound broke out in the field, and the Blood Spirit Blade suspended in the air swelled in the wind, revealing its sharp edge.
With a "swish", the Blood Spirit Blade rushed into the air again, slashing out a blazing blood light, trying to defeat the Great Thousand Sword Formation.
But at this moment, an amazing scene appeared.
Ye Chunyang, who was in the sword formation, gently clenched his palm, and 81 flying swords circled in the air, like the scorching sun, and then slashed on the Blood Spirit Blade with one finger.
It can be seen that the lightning at this time has all turned into gold, and the sky is full of golden light. Some of the Wood Clan monks who were a little closer were shrouded in the sword light and were instantly slashed into serious injuries, vomiting blood and retreating.
Everyone looked horrified and immediately retreated far away, then raised their heads to look at the place where the two fought, and only heard a "clang" sound, and the swords intersected.
"Bang!"
A low explosion sounded, and the light on the Blood Spirit Blade was quickly dimming. It was covered with fine cracks and became shaky. Mu Yan, who was not far away, spit out a large mouthful of blood, and his breath suddenly became weak.
"The Blood Spirit Blade is the supreme secret technique of my Wood Clan. How can you...dissolve it?"
Mu Yan raised his head and looked at Ye Chunyang with a look of fear as if he had seen a ghost.
"A mere spell, who can it do?" Ye Chunyang looked indifferent, raised his hand again, and the sword rain fell like a tide.
Mu Yan took a breath of cold air, and his back felt cold.
A ruthless look flashed in his eyes, and he raised his hand to grab a Wood Clan master who was in the early stage of returning to the void beside him. Before the man could react, he was caught by Mu Yan in front of him.
Looking at the dense sword formation flying in front of him, the Wood Clan master looked horrified, but before he could say more, the sword light had passed through his body and strangled his true essence.
At this time, Mu Yan had already escaped several feet away, running for his life.
"Clan leader, you..."
The Mu clan master opened his eyes wide, and he couldn't believe it until the moment of his death.
Mu Yan snorted coldly, and continued to fly away without saying a word.
He was deeply aware of Ye Chunyang's horror. Even the Blood Spirit Blade couldn't defeat him, so there was no need to think about the Gate of Immortal Trace. At this moment, he just wanted to save his life.
Ye Chunyang was also a little surprised by this scene. He didn't expect Mu Yan to use his clan members to achieve his goal.
However, since the other party was determined to take his life from the beginning, Ye Chunyang would certainly not be merciful and immediately pointed his sword.
"Swoosh!"
The swords crossed the void and chased Mu Yan. In less than a breath, the cold sword light appeared behind the other party.
Feeling the sword intent coming from behind, Mu Yan's face turned pale, and he screamed and accelerated his escape. But no matter how fast he was, how could he possibly match the power of the Great Thousand Sword Formation to tear the void? With a flash of sword light, a golden thunder dragon fell straight down from the sky.
"Fellow Daoist, spare my life! Don't kill me!"
Mu Yan's face was as pale as paper, and he begged for mercy in fear.
He was the patriarch of the Mu clan, a strong man in the late stage of returning to the void. He didn't know how much time and cost he had spent to get to this point today. He didn't want to die.
But his voice did not slow down the sword dragon at all. The next moment, his body was covered by golden thunder light, and muffled sounds came out. Without even a scream, he turned into a ball of blood mist and exploded.
Ye Chunyang flicked his sleeves, and the surrounding sword energy dissipated, and there was silence in the void.
Mu Yan evaporated from the world, and his soul and soul were completely annihilated.
But at this time, Ye Chunyang saw a blood blade floating not far away, and his eyes condensed slightly.
With a clenched hand, the blood blade flew into his hand.
This thing is the Blood Spirit Blade that Mu Yan used when he fought with him just now. It was condensed with Mu Yan's blood. I didn't expect that this blade would still be there after the other party fell.
After the fight just now, Ye Chunyang was also slightly interested in this blade. Now that he has left it, he can study it.
"You?"
A weak voice came.
Man Xuan, who was about to continue fighting with Ye Xiaobao, suddenly felt a chill rush to his forehead after seeing this scene, and felt unprecedented fear.
"You... Who are you? Why do you have such magical powers?"
Man Xuan's voice was trembling, and he looked at Ye Chunyang in horror, respecting him like a god.
Ye Chunyang glanced at Man Xuan, his face expressionless.
"You go too."
After spitting out a few words coldly, Ye Chunyang sent a divine thought to Ye Xiaobao, and the Buddha light of the Brahma Golden Holy Lotus suddenly increased, and the golden Sanskrit light was thousands of feet, suddenly covering Man Xuan's body.