According to the records in that Sacred Body Record, there was a time interval between the activation of the Divine Power of True Martial Protective Body, and two successive attacks within one breath would make it impossible for Yu Ling to use True Martial Protective Body again.

"Doomsday calamity, gloom and cold fire? Hmph, you're really miscellaneous! ”

A hint of surprise flashed in Yu Ling's eyes, even he didn't expect that the hole cards on Yan Moyu's body would be so endless.

"Still, you're going to die!"

Yu Ling's fist broke through the wind and fire, and slammed into Yan Moyu's chest!

"Poof!"

But Yu Ling's pupils shrank, and there was a sound of bones shattering on his fist, and his punch did not hit Yan Moyu's chest, but slammed heavily on the blood-red lotus petal on Yan Moyu's chest.

"Gifted with supernatural powers, absolute defense!"

Yan Moyu took a deep breath, with this talent and supernatural ability, he finally blocked Yu Ling's blow.

"Hmph, it's not enough!"

Yu Ling's brows furrowed slightly, but as the light of his body flashed, his right arm was intact again.

"Eight breaths, the interval between his True Martial Saint Body is about eight breaths!"

Yan Moyu took another deep breath.

In Yan Moyu's hands, the Thousand Lotus Sword appeared again, and the power of the two holy bodies in his body was also released without reservation, and the white flames once again enveloped Yan Moyu's whole body.

"Eight breaths, you must kill Yu Ling within eight breaths, otherwise he will recover after that."

Yan Moyu cheered himself up in his heart.

"You still have so much power?"

Seeing Yan Moyu's current appearance full of fighting spirit, Yu Ling's eyebrows raised, and Yan Moyu's toughness surprised him a little.

But that's all, he doesn't think he will lose, as the son of that person, he should be invincible, how can he be defeated?

"True Martial Tiangang Fist!"

Yu Ling didn't even bother to talk nonsense with Yan Moyu anymore, and directly started it, and when he came up, he was the strongest attack.

"Space Concussion Sword!"

Yan Moyu did not use the space shock this time, but used the space shock to show his own sword moves, as Yan Mo Yu threw out a sword, the white flame on the white flame sword erupted, and the space shock was endless, and for a while, Yu Ling's True Martial Tiangang Fist was suppressed!

"Glimpse, slash!"

Yan Mo Yu's figure flashed, and hundreds of Yan Mo Yu figures appeared in the sky, and the white flame swords in his hands slashed out in unison, and hundreds of sword rays slashed towards Yu Ling from all directions.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

There was a series of explosions at the bottom of the sea, and the fluctuation of the terrifying power and the power of the Holy Body made Zhou Budong, even if he had already stepped into the half-golden immortal realm, his face couldn't help but change greatly, this was already enough to threaten the attack of the half-golden immortal powerhouse.

"Haha, hahaha! Is this the attack, is that all you attack! ”

Yu Ling rushed out of the explosion, and the long knife in his hand suddenly extended, instantly piercing Yan Moyu's chest.

The long knife pierced through the chest, and the powerful force on the long knife almost tore Yan Moyu's body to pieces.

However, Yan Moyu didn't care about the injury on his chest, and rushed straight towards Yu Ling.

Yu Ling snorted coldly and said: "The gap in strength is not something that can be made up by hard work, you are just the remnant of the Heavenly Fox clan that should have been extinct a long time ago, and I am the noble bloodline of the Yu family, you and I are like clouds and mud, there is a world of difference, just by you-"

"yes, I think so too!"

Yan Moyu snorted coldly, and his body appeared in front of Yu Ling in an instant.

Yan Moyu's speed made Yu Ling's pupils shrink, this Tianhu clan's remnants were really desperate, and they could get close to him at such a fast speed when they were pierced through his body by his Hundred Pheasant Knife.

However, this is useless, after being pierced by the Hundred Pheasant Knife, it will leave an unhealable wound on the body, unless the cultivation reaches the half-golden immortal realm, this wound will continue to bleed, even a monk at the peak of the Divine Spirit Tribulation will not be able to last too long.

Although this Hundred Pheasant Knife is not an artifact, it is also the top among demigods, and having this ability can be said to be the nemesis of the Divine Spirit Tribulation Cultivator!

Therefore, the moment the Hundred Pheasant Knife hit Yan Moyu, Yu Ling knew that Yan Moyu must be dead, and he was still very tolerant of a dead person.

"Bang!"

Yan Moyu's body was kicked away by Yu Ling and embedded in a rock.

The wound on his chest still hadn't healed, and bright red blood kept flowing out.

Yan Moyu frowned, he desperately approached Yu Ling, and he only left a wisp of blood burning spell on the other party's body, but as long as he had the talent of True Martial Protection, it would be difficult for him to cause any substantial damage to Yu Ling.

If he wanted to hurt or even kill Yu Ling, he could only take advantage of the interval between the eight breaths of the True Martial Protector Body, and once this time was exceeded, the True Martial Protector Body would once again be able to clear Yu Ling's own negative state.

As for killing Yu Ling with absolute strength, Yan Moyu has not tried, but Yu Ling's strength is not inferior to him, and it can even be said that he is stronger than him, in this case, Yan Moyu has no possibility of killing Yu Ling with absolute strength.

In terms of spiritual power and the power of the Holy Body, Yu Ling can also be said to crush Yan Mo Yu, and the only advantage that Yan Mo Yu has is probably this physical body that has surpassed the limit of the Divine Spirit Tribulation Cultivator, but when facing Yu Ling, it is useless.

"Holy Power Wuji!"

The white flames on Yan Moyu's body rose, and the spiritual power in his body was actually burning!

Yu Ling snorted coldly and said, "The vitality is strong, no wonder the Heavenly Fox Clan has been extinct for so long, and there are still remnants of evil that are ready to move." ”

"Yan Moyu, the spiritual power in your body can't afford to be consumed like this."

Yu Wanhuan couldn't help but remind Yan Moyudao.

"If I don't fight, I'm dead, and I don't want to lose to this guy!"

Yan Moyu snorted coldly.

The blood feud between the Tianhu clan and the Yu family can only be completely dissipated by the death of one party, and now Yan Moyu is absolutely impossible to retreat in front of the people of the Yu family, especially Yu Ling in front of him, who is still the son of that person.

Even if there is Yu Duhuan in his Qiankun world, but if he is really unfortunate to die in battle, Yu Duhuan's life in his Qiankun world will not be in danger for the time being, and he also has a son-

Even if this is a fantasy world, but now that the blood feud is in front of him, Yan Moyu can't care about anything else.

If he dies, the Sky Fox clan in this world has not died out, he still has a son, and an aunt, he is not afraid!

"Die!"

Yu Ling didn't want to entangle with Yan Moyu anymore, such an opponent was really boring.

With the hundred pheasant knife in his hand, it cut in from Yan Moyu's right shoulder, and slashed straight into Yan Moyu's abdomen, almost cutting Yan Moyu's body in two.

But Yan Moyu just snorted, and the spiritual power on his body burned even more vigorously.

"Yan Mo Yu, although the Blood Burning Spell can also be used on oneself, burning one's spiritual power can indeed gain huge power in a short period of time, but this is undoubtedly drinking to quench your thirst, you will die in your current physical condition!"

Yu Wanhuan was shocked and reminded Yan Moyu again.

"Then you have to pull Yu Ling as a backpad!"

Yan Moyu replied regardless of it.

"Boom!"

The white flame sword in Yan Moyu's hand slashed out, and the entire Endless Sea trembled, and an ancient divine tree rose from the ground.

"Sword intent, such a strong sword intent!"

Fang Tong of the Heavenly Sword Sect couldn't help but gasp, such a powerful sword intent was almost going to crush all sword intent.

The Heavenly Sword Gate is studying the way of the sword, and there are no less than 100 kinds of sword intent comprehended by the strong people in the gate, but none of the sword intent has such a tendency to dominate the world, and even the sword intent in Fang Tong's own body, the moment he encounters this sword intent, he has a desire to surrender.

"This sword intent is definitely impossible for a Divine Spirit Tribulation cultivator to comprehend."

Zhou Bufu frowned and said.

"If such a powerful sword intent appears on the body of a half-golden immortal powerhouse, then the deity really wants to fight with it, but unfortunately, the other party is just a god robber monk, and he is vulnerable."

Ling Tian Dao Venerable smiled slightly.

"Sword intent, are you still a kendo powerhouse? But alas, you're still not my opponent, so you're still going to ——! ”

Before the word "death" could be spoken, Yu Ling's pupils shrank, the torso of the divine tree in front of him shook, and a wisp of sword light pointed directly at his face.

Yu Ling was shocked and hurriedly resisted with a hundred pheasant knives.

But with a "sonorous" sound, the hundred pheasant knife in his hand was actually cut in two by the sword, and the demigod-level hundred pheasant knife was actually cut off.

And that wisp of sword power was undiminished, directly piercing Yu Ling's eyebrows.

"Boom!"

Yu Ling's entire head was blown apart.

Yan Moyu took a deep breath, even so, Yu Ling still wouldn't die, and he wouldn't even use his True Martial Body.

"You remnant, damn it!"

Yu Ling was furious, the Hundred Pheasant Knife was his favorite spirit soldier, and now it was destroyed in the hands of a Sky Fox clan, and the other party was obviously not his opponent, like an ant-like existence, in this kind of loss of his beloved treasure, and the feeling of being slapped in the face by an ant, Yu Ling can calm down!

"True Martial Tiangang Fist!"

Yu Ling roared, and the True Martial Emperor appeared behind him again, he had to kill this person to relieve the hatred in his heart!

Now Yan Moyu's body is already full of holes, half of his body is only a little connected, and if he hits the True Martial Tiangang Fist again, his body will really collapse, due to the effect of the Hundred Pheasant Knife, his physical body will not be able to recover, and what awaits him is only a dead end

"Boom!"

The Shenmu sword shot fiercely, and Yu Ling couldn't get close for a while, constantly resisting the sword light shot out by the Shenmu.

"Five Demon Reincarnation!"

Yan Moyu's five-headed demons once again coalesced together to challenge the True Martial Emperor.