Chapter 225 Shura Knife and Fire Cloud Sword
Canglan had also mobilized his spiritual power to the extreme at this time, and the whole ground was shaking because of the two of them.
Yan Yi held the Fire Cloud Sword, closed his eyes slightly, and slowly floated in the air.
Canglan also tightly grasped the Shura Sword, red light flashed in his eyes, and his body flew up.
The two were surrounded by powerful spiritual power, and their bodies seemed to be able to crush all sword energy and knife power.
For a moment, the violent breath continued to condense, and the whole space became extremely oppressive.
Just when Canglan's followers held their breath and were about to be unable to bear it, Yan Yi suddenly opened his eyes, and the sword light suddenly flashed.
Canglan shouted directly, and the pungent smell of blood was released from his body and the Shura Sword in his hand.
Yan Yi's expression became extremely solemn at this time, and success or failure depended on this move.
The two figures turned into two rays of light, and suddenly collided with each other.
Boom!
A violent explosion suddenly sounded, and the air wave directly overturned the ground, causing the earth to crack directly.
Canglan's followers looked at this scene with lingering fear, and they all looked at each other.
"Who won?"
"I don't know, it should be the young master who won."
Just as they were discussing, the afterglow of the explosion finally disappeared, and they saw Canglan half-kneeling on the ground, with blood flowing down his arm to the ground.
And Yan Yi, he stood with his chest and head held high.
His sword was also dripping with blood, but it was Canglan's blood.
"The young master actually lost!"
"How is this possible? The young master is at the peak of the fourth level of foundation building. His cultivation is about the same as ours. How can he beat the young master?"
"Don't talk, if the young master hears us, we're done."
"So that's it, you actually suppressed your cultivation and didn't break through, no wonder you were able to catch my knife."
Canglan lowered his head, and the sneer at the corner of his mouth was a little cold.
Yan Yi glanced at Canglan and said in a deep voice: "You lost to Canglan, take your people and go."
"Hmph!" Canglan snorted coldly, raised his head and stared at Yan Yi and said: "What a joke, I don't think I have lost."
Canglan slowly stood up, his eyes suddenly flashed a trace of viciousness, and his figure suddenly flashed, and he returned to his followers.
Yan Yi frowned slightly when he saw this situation, and asked: "What do you want to do?"
Canglan ignored Yan Yi, but looked at his followers.
"Young Master, do you need us to take action?"
A follower looked at Canglan with a flattering face and asked.
Canglan nodded slightly, and suddenly put his hand on the follower's shoulder and said: "Of course, but we have to change the way."
As soon as the voice fell, there was a sneer, and the follower was directly pierced by Canglan.
The follower's pupils suddenly widened, and he hurriedly wanted to retreat, but he found that he seemed to be sucked by the Shura Sword and could not move at all.
Then he saw that the follower's skin began to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the blood on his face disappeared instantly.
But in a moment, the follower turned into a mummy, and the body slid directly from the Shura Sword.
Obviously, after absorbing the follower's blood, the bloody smell on the Shura Sword became more pungent, and the knife force released was more chilling.
Seeing this scene, the other followers all widened their eyes and began to retreat.
"No, young master, we are loyal to you, why do you want to sacrifice us to the sword?"
These followers looked at Canglan as if they were looking at a madman, and everyone began to retreat in fear.
And Canglan said nothing, raised his hand and fell with the knife, very cold and ruthless.
Not long after, all the nine followers brought by Canglan died under his knife.
And there was no pity on Canglan's face, but he felt that it was not enough.
Yan Yi had never expected that things would turn out like this, nor did he expect that the followers led by Canglan were just his sword sacrifices.
"Canglan, the sword path you have practiced has been distorted. If you continue to practice, you will go astray."
Yan Yi stared at Canglan coldly. Seeing Canglan slaughtering his followers like this today really shocked him.
Canglan was not such a bloodthirsty and violent person before, but since he comprehended the Shura Sword Path, he really turned into Shura, cruel and bloodthirsty!
After listening to Yan Yi's words, Cang Lan sneered: "As long as I can defeat you, it's worth it even if I go crazy."
Yan Yi frowned and said coldly: "You killed people indiscriminately in the Xianquan Secret Realm, which has violated the regulations of the Cultivator Alliance. Haven't you thought about your way out?"
"As long as I kill you too, no one will know that I killed you. Then I can say that you were killed by the goblins in this secret realm. Who can blame me?"
Cang Lan sneered, holding the knife and approaching Yan Yi step by step. With every step he took, the tip of the Shura Knife would drip blood.
Yan Yi shook his head and said in a deep voice: "You have lost your mind, you can't kill me."
"The Shura Sword has just tasted blood, and it is at its most powerful. I killed nine people, all of whom were Yin blood. My Shura Sword is now equivalent to a first-grade spiritual treasure. Killing you is like killing a chicken and a dog!"
A cruel look appeared on Canglan's face, causing Yan Yi to frown immediately.
"It turns out that you made them your followers from the beginning just to sacrifice the sword to you." Yan Yi finally understood Cang Lan's thoughts, and his expression immediately became a little cold.
"It is their honor to be able to become the blood sacrifice of the Shura Sword. Please die, Yan Yi!"
Cang Lan didn't say any more nonsense, but jumped up and struck Yan Yi on the head with a knife.
Yan Yi quickly raised his sword to block it, but he was knocked back several steps. Even Huoyun Sword has not calmed down after receiving the attack.
Yan Yi's face became a little ugly. It seemed that his Fire Cloud Sword was no match for the Shura Sword. If the fight continued, he would really die under Cang Lan's sword.
Cang Lan succeeded with one move, and the subsequent attacks became much more fierce, giving Yan Yi no chance to relax.
Yan Yi could only use his own spiritual power and Fire Cloud Sword to barely block it, but this was no solution at all.
Before he could block many knives, his tiger's mouth was so painful that it even cracked and bled.
"Yan Yi! Are you scared? Where is your Fire Cloud Sword Technique? Use it!"
While Cang Lan was attacking, he was provoking Yan Yi wildly.
Yan Yi's expression was a little ugly. He had already consumed a lot of spiritual power when he defeated Cang Lan, and now his spiritual power was completely insufficient to support the move like that just now.
"Damn it, are you really going to die by his sword?"
Yan Yi felt unwilling to accept it. He was not convinced and would die like this. This was too aggrieved for him.
"Let that man go!"
At this time, a familiar female voice sounded, and Yan Yi's expression suddenly became happy, and then turned into endless panic.