The primordial realm, the Valley of Xuanji.

On the island in the center, the aftermath of the battle continues.

The edge of the flowing fire was dotted with the scorching firelight, and it blasted out with a fierce sword.

The person on the opposite side dodged sideways and returned with a punch.

Ye Lingyu couldn't dodge, and he was punched in the shoulder. Humming and flying upside down.

The blow from Bai Zhuo was heavy and domineering, and it was hit head-on, and even a powerhouse of the eighth layer of the Heavenly Rank could hardly bear it.

Ye Lingyu was as agile as a cat, his body adjusted his balance in the air, and at the same time as he landed, he picked up a backhand sword and forced back Bai Zhuo's pursuit.

There was blood hanging from the corners of his mouth, but overall he wasn't in too bad shape.

If he had been hit head-on by Bai Zhuo's blow more than a month ago, he might not have had the strength to fight again. But now that I have eaten it head-on, I can still fight again.

The battle with Bai Zhuo has been going on for nearly an hour, and you have come and gone in the battle, and no one has taken much advantage.

In fact, it has become what it is now, thanks to the long-term life-and-death battle.

It had been a whole month since he came to Xuanji Valley, and in the past month, he had fought dozens of battles with Bai Zhuo, large and small.

In the beginning, he fought a fierce battle with Bai Zhuo one day. After every fierce battle, it takes half a day or even a day to recover from injuries. And later, he was able to fight with Bai Zhu twice a day.

Injuries are recovering and injuries are recovering again, and the constant repetition not only strengthens the resilience, but also increases the strength of the body day by day.

Although every battle comes with the risk of falling, it is this life-and-death battle that constantly pushes his strength to higher heights.

The martial arts technique cultivated the physical body, and now it was hit again and again by the ninth layer of the Heavenly Rank, as if it was tempering a piece of red-hot iron. The sword is forged with iron, and the more it is tempered, the more it can forge the sword. And the current Ye Lingyu is essentially similar to this process.

Bai Zhuo's blow is now difficult to cause fatal damage to him, the strength of this body, how terrifying.

Bai Zhuo had already rushed towards him, and Ye Lingyu reflexively slashed out of the oblique stab with a sword. The blow left a sword mark on Bai Zhuo's body, and he didn't love fighting, so he hurriedly retreated.

The rumbling sound of battle was endless, and the two figures shuttled quickly.

Martial Dao Technique, Spiritual Dao Technique, Soul Dao Technique, these three magic tricks that the world dreams of, Ye Lingyu is running all the time in the battle.

During the battle, the spiritual power is replenished all the time, and the soul and body are also tempered in the battle again and again. Every day is a change for him.

In fact, it is also miraculous to say that although the results of retreat and cultivation of these three methods are there, they are not the kind of rapid surge. But in this kind of high-intensity battle, the improvement brought by the three magic techniques surprised him.

Ye Lingyu clenched the hilt of the flowing fire blade with both hands, and the blade was wrapped in firelight.

The artifact of the Flowing Fire Edge, Ye Lingyu almost pushed the power contained in it to the limit.

In the past, he couldn't bring out the maximum power of the Flowing Fire Edge, but these days, he is also getting more and more sophisticated.

The flames were blazing on the edge of the flowing fire, and the blade of the sword was roaring as if it had come to life. Ye Lingyu shook the blade of the sword lightly, the blade sounded, and a sword fell out.

In the distance, Bai Zhuo blasted out with all his strength, and the fist mark and sword light both disappeared.

Ye Lingyu rushed out in the aftermath of the explosion, and slashed his knee with a sword.

Although Bai Zhuo dodged backwards, there was still a deep sword wound on his calf.

Neither other's attacks were too effective, and they redistanced themselves.

From head to toe, there was hardly a good place to be seen.

He body

There were not a thousand but eight hundred wounds on his chest, dozens of sword marks crisscrossed him, and a huge wound on his abdomen, if he was a living person, the wound would have already hurt his internal organs. The rest of the place is just as miserable.

In the case of Bai Zhuo, if he was a living person, even if he had nine lives, I am afraid that he would have died a long time ago.

These wounds on his body, placed on the body of a living person, are absolutely fatal and serious. But Bai Zhuo was originally a necromancer, even if it became like this, he could still fight, and he was fierce in attack.

Ye Lingyu's gaze swept over Bai Zhuo's body, his appearance was the result of the battle for the past month. Just as Ye Lingyu expected at the beginning, the injuries on Bai Zhuo's body would not heal at all. Every day of fighting, there will be some new wounds on Bai Zhuo.

This is what it looks like...... I guess it's pretty much the same. Ye Lingyu thought in his heart.

Even if he doesn't hurt, doesn't bleed, doesn't even scream for it, there must be a tipping point. As long as he exceeded that tipping point, his body as a necromantic should collapse.

Bai Zhuo swept out with one hand, and the thunder turned into more than a dozen thunder dragons and pounced.

Ye Lingyu urged with the power of time, protecting his body with the edge of flowing fire while shuttling through the thunder.

He moved like a cunning rabbit, dodging as he landed steadily on the raised rock with every step. Jumping one by one, the figure flickering and blurring. Even if the thunder was dense, it was difficult to hit him, Ye Lingyu rushed to Bai Zhuo in a few arrow steps, and the sword blade was lifted from the bottom up.

Seeing that the blow was about to be successful, Bai Zhuo suddenly roared angrily. A blood-red halo ignited on the surface of his body, which turned into a thick layer of armor that enveloped him from head to toe.

Ye Lingyu's sword slashed at the armor, and with the power of the edge of the flowing fire, it was only able to cut through the armor and hurt a little flesh and skin.

Compared to other injuries, this injury is insignificant.

Bai Zhuo took advantage of Ye Lingyu's old power to fade and the new power to rise, and slammed into it with a punch. The distance was too close, Ye Lingyu couldn't dodge, and he punched him in the chest.

He let out a "grunt" in his throat, a mouthful of blood spurted out from between his teeth, and his body flew out like a meteor.

According to this trend, it will inevitably fly directly out of the island.

A shadow next to him flashed over, his palm lightly supported, and he hit a soft force to catch Ye Lingyu.

Yaoshang's palm swirled slightly, removing the excess strength, allowing Ye Lingyu to fall to the ground smoothly.

"How are you?" Yaoshang anxiously checked Ye Lingyu's injuries.

Ye Lingyu clutched his chest and vomited out another mouthful of blood.

The increase in bearing capacity is improved, and it is still a little difficult to bear the next trick head-on. In the previous battle, the attacks he ate were no longer one or two, and the battle was no longer very good.

"That's the end of today. Yaoshang persuaded. In every battle, the person who shot was Ye Lingyu, but the person who was most worried was her.

Every time she saw Ye Lingyu almost dying, she could break out in a cold sweat.

Ye Lingyu wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeve, nodded a little unwillingly, and retreated from the island with Yaoshang.

In a cave outside the island, both men sat cross-legged.

A bonfire illuminates the cave and brings warmth to the surroundings.

Ye Lingyu sat by the fire, and the firelight illuminated his pale face.

The two secret techniques had dissipated, and the Chaos Fire was recovering from his injuries.

Yaoshang looked at him quietly through the firelight, and this kind of waiting was now used to it.

Almost an hour later, Ye Lingyu opened his eyes again.

"How's it going?" asked Yaoshang softly.

"It's no big deal. Ye Lingyu said. He let out a long breath of turbidity, and some blood recovered on his face

Hue. The healing is over, he used to be so seriously injured, it would take at least half a day to recover, but now it is enough to recover for an hour.

The injury has recovered, and his breath is still a little vain.

He reached out and grabbed a wooden stick, stirred it in the fire a few times, and did not raise his head: "How are you doing today?"

Yaoshang smiled slightly, moved her buttocks, and sat next to Ye Lingyu: "I feel no different from yesterday, if the lord is not at ease, you can check it yourself." ”

Ye Lingyu twitched the corners of his mouth, grabbed her wrist, and poured a spiritual power into her body.

Yaoshang has the seal planted by Cangdu in her body, but the power of that seal is continuing to weaken. At the beginning, it was said that it could last for two months, and it was not long before the end of the time limit.

During the recent inspection, Ye Lingyu could clearly feel the weakening of the sealing power in Yaosheng's body. The further back, the more obvious the weakening.

Yaoshang didn't say anything, but Ye Lingyu could feel that the sealing power was much weaker than when he checked it yesterday.

Isn't it going to last long...... There was a feeling of melancholy in his heart.

In this state, I'm afraid I can't support it for even half a month.

Most of the time had been spent on conquering the white burn, and there was not much left for them at the moment.

Ye Lingyu withdrew his hand and gently rubbed his temples.

"Bai Zhuo has accumulated a lot of injuries on his body, and I think I will be able to get the Taiyi Pure Evil Flower in a few days at most. Ye Lingyu said with a comforting tone.

"Taiyi's pure evil flower is in hand, and the last thunder that the Lord needs is also in hand. The Lord can reach the top in one step with the Yin Yang Dao Wheel, and the Holy War of the Five Clans should be over by then. Yao Shang held a small wooden stick and slid it gently on the dirty ground.

If Ye Lingyu can reach the top, he doesn't have to be afraid even if he encounters a deserted night. When the time comes, the battle with the Protoss will be able to determine the winner and loser.

"Probably so. Ye Lingyu replied ambiguously. Seeing Yaoshang painting two villains on the ground, her ability as the master of the succubus is not small, but in terms of painting skills, she can't bear to look at it directly. Ye Lingyu could vaguely tell that she was painting a man and a woman, but she didn't dare to compliment her like that.

"Ugly ......," Ye Lingyu said.

Yaoshang turned around, and a pair of eyes seemed to be about to eat people: "I painted according to the dignity of the Lord, this is called painting a scoop according to the gourd, and I will draw whatever the original looks like." ”

Ye Lingyu pouted: "That's your own poor ability, you can't complain about others, don't frame you." ”

Yaoshang bit her red lip, used one hand as a needle, and poked Ye Lingyu's waist twice to vent her dissatisfaction.

Ye Lingyu muttered in his mouth, showing his poisonous tongue skills. While hiding and blocking, he was chased by Yaoshang to retaliate.

It's not once or twice that the two of them have fought like this, and to a certain extent, they have become accustomed to it.

In these days of daily worry, this is the only time when the tense nerves can be relaxed.

After a while, the two calmed down again.

It is rare to enjoy a moment of calm, and the exhaustion of the great war comes up, making people feel drowsy.

Ye Lingyu closed his eyes and breathed, and he didn't know how long it had been. Obviously, there was a sudden feeling of palpitations.

The curtain opened, and the firelight in front of him jumped slightly.

"Did you feel anything?" Ye Lingyu asked Yaoshang, who was leaning against him.

Yaoshang sat up and looked at the entrance of the cave: "I don't feel anything, what's wrong?"

Ye Lingyu frowned, and stood up with a kick on his feet.

Illusion?

He was puzzled and ready to take a look at the entrance of the cave.

There was a loud bang, and there was a violent tremor in the cave.

(End of chapter)

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