Above all spirits

Chapter 183 Desperate Situation (Part 2)

A powerful gust of sword wind howled out.

In an instant.

Countless sword shadows were like fragile paper, mercilessly torn and pulverized.

However, the thousands of sword shadows were simply too numerous, and combined with the woman's agility and speed, it was impossible to completely destroy them all in a short time.

But I was lucky during the National Day holiday.

Within the large area torn apart by the sword wind, the most authentic blue light was keenly captured.

That's enough.

"found it!"

Eleven lightly.

"Lingering Clouds!"

The silvery-white air instantly gathered on his arm and the blade, and he slashed down without hesitation.

The "Wind Sweeps Away Clouds" technique is a low-grade Saint-level sword move, perfectly complementing Eleven's Heaven-Opening Sword Intent.

It neutralized the enemy's first wave of attacks with the force of a whirlwind sweeping across the sky.

Especially for area-of-effect attacks.

He then immediately changed tactics, gathering his strength to cut down everything in front of him.

Its power is immense.

It was as easy as tearing through the clouds.

Therefore, it was named Remnant Clouds.

Although he couldn't keep up with the woman's speed, Eleven was very clear about it.

If this attack from Canyun hits, the opponent will definitely not be able to withstand it.

This way.

The opponent will inevitably find it difficult to unleash a second or even a third sword strike that is nearly synchronized within a short period of time.

If such a high-intensity, rapid slashing attack loses its rhythm, it needs to regroup and launch an attack.

Thousand Blades Break?

It collapsed on its own without being attacked!

Wind pressure is approaching.

Wherever the silver greatsword passed.

The space itself seemed to tremble slightly.

Ye Ying'er remained expressionless.

He had expected that he would be no match for her in terms of strength against the greatsword.

Therefore, the first strike is not fatal; the key is skill.

The intention is to transform force and receive.

"Qiang——!"

Ye Ying'er bit her red lips lightly. Even though she had prepared in advance, she still felt a violent vibration from the sword.

My arms trembled uncontrollably.

It almost slipped through my fingers.

Is this the sword move enhanced with sword intent?

Regardless, she withstood the first sword strike, but as Eleven had predicted, she would be unable to wield the sword for a short period of time.

but!

I'm interested too!

Heavenly Demon Emperor's Intent - Formless!

The brute of the Temple of War!

Are you willing to bet?

A jet-black sword suddenly appeared in Ye Ying'er's left hand!

"Die! You War God Temple are bullying people!"

They didn't overlook even the slightest gap.

After such an intense collision, although his own offensive was slowed down, his opponent also needed to catch his breath!

He shifted his body to the side and slashed at Eleven's neck.

Simultaneously.

It conjures up a sword aura powerful enough to threaten the opponent.

after all.

Too outrageous and it becomes unbelievable; just the right amount makes people unsure and wary.

really.

Eleven did not align with Ye Ying'er's "blessing" as a lustful person.

He could only sigh inwardly at how he hadn't expected his opponent to use his left hand to wield the sword.

And he was equally skilled with the sword in his left hand.

It is capable of posing such a threat to itself.

They had no choice but to abandon their original offensive plan.

Retreat and dodge.

One wrong step.

Every step is wrong.

The jet-black sword slashed across the air in front of Eleven's neck.

Immediately afterwards, a point of blue light appeared.

Like a ray of dawn breaking through the darkness.

So dazzling.

It carried Ye Ying'er's most genuine killing intent.

Eleven's heart was pounding.

Three swords!

He swung three swords almost without pause!

Although one of the swords was replaced by a left-handed sword!

but!

More importantly, this sword strike is even stronger than the previous two!

Faster!

One sword strike to feed the opponent!

A sword strike that is illusory!

One fatal blow!

This is Ye Ying'er's fighting style.

He even gave up the greatsword in the eleventh round.

Just to speed up my retreat!

but!

Ye Ying'er's final strike was a stab!

Dodging backwards can only delay the march of death.

Eleven understood, but there was simply no way to dodge to either side in such a short time.

Ye Ying'er's second sword strike is a horizontal slash, so retreating is the best way to dodge it.

Who knew the next sword strike would come so quickly and so powerfully!

He could only continue retreating!

It's all a scheme!

She really is a witch!

Such deep scheming!

But in a battle between the strong, the outcome often hinges on the details.

Can't escape!

Am I really going to die here?

What a disgrace!

If only I had known...

I won't try to be a hero...

If it's just about defense, leave it to Zero...

He shouldn't be like this...

A strong sense of death enveloped Eleven.

Even the visibility started to dim.

Although the Holy Body is strong.

Even with external assistance, limb regeneration is not just wishful thinking.

But beheading won't work.

will die.

If Gu Yun were here, he would surely nod in approval, for my fighting style has a successor!

I'll aim for your head and hit you!

Just as the blue light was about to pierce through his neck.

When death suddenly struck.

The point of blue light in front of them suddenly shifted in a bizarre manner.

It glides across the skin.

Only a faint line of blood remained.

In stark contrast.

It was a burst of crimson blood that followed a "whoosh!" sound!

But this isn't blood from the National Day holiday!

Instead, it was Ye Ying'er, whose face was filled with pain, right in front of her!

"Eleven, you were careless!"

A cold voice came from behind Ye Ying'er.

That familiar voice, however, did not bring Eleven any chill.

It even ignited the lifeless eyes of Eleven.

He shouted excitedly after surviving the ordeal.

"Brother Zero!"

Ye Ying'er bit her lip in frustration.

He held back the blood welling up in his throat.

She knew the attack from behind would come, but she didn't expect it to come so soon.

This time.

She had the idea of ​​replacing one.

Because there was no other way out for her.

A bluish light flashed.

They attempted to attack Eleven again.

A cold glint flashed in Zero's eyes; he naturally wouldn't give Ye Ying'er that chance.

Without the slightest pity or hesitation.

Suddenly, he raised his right foot and stomped hard on Ye Ying'er's jade-like back, which was already stained with blood!

Blood splattered again from the sword wound where bones were already faintly visible!

Ye Ying'er felt a sudden darkness before her eyes.

An irresistible force struck from behind.

Followed by.

It felt as if every inch of my internal organs was being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, constantly being squeezed and twisted.

The pain was so intense that she almost fainted.

The same moment.

The powerful inertia caused her to plummet downwards like a cannonball.

Countless floating stones in the void were smashed to pieces by her.

Until the momentum weakens.

Accompanied by a dull thud.

He was deeply embedded in a huge rock.

"Ahem—!"

Ye Ying'er slowly leaned back and coughed twice, covering her mouth with her hand.

If it weren't for her peak Holy Body, she wouldn't even have the strength to sit up right now.

As for the power of inner demons.

After taking that sword strike to his back, all the enhancements to his body were suppressed to a negligible degree.

Even the concept of "blessing" seems to have been affected.

This might be the main reason why Ye Ying'er's intuition told her she was no match for that man.

but.

What good will it do to know?

Without the support of inner demon power, even a peak Saint Body would need considerable time to recover from such a terrifying injury.

Now all she can do is pray for a response from the Heavenly Demon Lord.

From the moment the wooden plaque shattered and became ineffective, she called out to the Heavenly Demon Lord in her heart.

"Wow--!"

Despite Ye Ying'er's best efforts to restrain herself.

But she no longer had the strength to suppress the blood that had been accumulating in her throat for so long.

He spat it onto a rock to the side.