Stamina, almost exhausted.

True Qi is also close to exhaustion.

The wounds are not fatal, but they are numerous.

Not surprisingly, the blood that continued to flow out of the wound would completely drain Ye Gucheng's already little physical strength......

No matter how you look at it, Ye Gucheng is clearly at the end of the crossbow.

However, forty moves, fifty moves, sixty moves!

Seventy moves!

Eighty moves!

Ninety moves!

One hundred tricks!

……

Junbao's estimated fifty moves had already arrived, but Ye Gucheng's figure had not yet fallen.

Wei Ziyun faintly sweated on his forehead.

Even if you have always held the mentality of not seeking merit, but seeking no fault, if you want to drag a terrible opponent like Ye Gucheng, you will need to pay no less.

Moreover, I don't know if it's his delusion, Wei Ziyun always feels that as time goes by, Ye Gucheng not only does not slowly weaken as he expected, but becomes more and more terrifying.

Behind this stalemate, there seemed to be some kind of horror that made his heart palpitate, and it was in gestation.

Simon Blowing Snow's palm, unconsciously, couldn't help but press on the hilt of the sword.

He knew that Ye Gucheng was already on the verge of life and death, just like him, and had touched a higher sword realm.

It's just that under Shan Wanjing's stormy attack, Ximen Blowing Snow has no chance to breathe at all, but only vaguely touches this realm, and can only use a sword that will end in the same end.

In contrast, Ye Gucheng was much luckier.

The pressure brought to him by Wei Ziyun and the masters of Ouchi could not only make him feel the breath of death clearly, but it would not make him collapse directly.

Of course, in Ye Gucheng's consciousness at this moment, all the thoughtfulness, all the foresight, and all the worldly ties have long been thrown away, and the only thing left in his heart is how to cut a sword beyond perfection.

"I see!"

Suddenly, a smile suddenly appeared on Ye Gucheng's cold face.

Wei Ziyun let out a "groan" in his heart, and the feeling that made his heart palpitate reached the maximum.

But before Wei Ziyun could react, Ye Gucheng groaned:

"On the night of the full moon, the top of the Forbidden City, a sword comes from the west, and immortals fly outside the sky!"

In an instant, a second round of bright moon seemed to appear on Ye Gucheng's body.

Time seemed to stop there, and the cold sword light flowed quietly but unstoppably through the crowd like moonlight and flowing water.

"White Cloud City Lord, sure enough—"

Wei Ziyun couldn't say the rest of the words, because a fine line of blood had already appeared in his throat.

Poof! Poof! ……

Starting from Wei Ziyun, the sound of falling to the ground came and went.

At this moment, in the three-zhang space centered on Ye Gucheng, only one of his standing people remained.

Rao is a Praetorian Guard who is not afraid of death, and when he sees such a terrible scene, he can't help but be silent.

"Ahem...... Come out, or do you have to worry about me, a dying man...... Ahem......"

Even if Ye Gucheng successfully entered the new realm of the sword path, he would not be like Ximen blowing snow, and he could only cut out a sword that would end up together.

But with Ye Gucheng's physical condition, after cutting out this sword to completely surpass the "perfect" "Flying Immortals Outside the Sky", it was no different from running out of oil.

However, it was precisely because of this that Ye Gucheng could clearly feel that there was indeed a wonderful force that was repairing his broken body.

Yes, the reason why he was able to hold on to the moment of breakthrough at the end of the strong crossbow was of course because his will was as tough as iron, and it was also because of this magical power that came out of nowhere.

"Not scruples, but to cut off any luck in your heart."

In the undulating voice, a figure radiating a subtle light slowly emerged from the top of Ye Gucheng's head.

Since just now, he had been secretly using Dao techniques to restore Ye Gucheng's physical strength, so even Junbao had not been able to find anything abnormal.

And Su Hang's appearance, as expected, once again caused a huge commotion among the forbidden troops.

Stepping on the lotus platform, hanging in the air, his body still exudes a moonlight-like light.

Not to mention this era, even in the era of Su Hang, this appearance is enough to frighten a large group of people.

"What is this—"

Even the well-informed Lu Xiaofeng and the others couldn't help but exclaim in surprise and looked at each other.

In contrast, although Ye Gucheng inevitably showed a stunned look, he finally didn't ask you the sentence "Are you a human or a ghost", but asked rhetorically:

"Aren't you worried now?"

Su Hang didn't answer, but focused his eyes on Ye Gucheng.

Even in Ye Gucheng's state of mind, at this moment, his hairs couldn't help but stand on end.

Not only because Su Hang's pair of pupils did not have the slightest human emotion at all, but also because at this moment, his flesh and blood, his true qi, his secrets, everything, without exception, were exposed under this pair of terrifying pupils.

This is exactly the case, at this moment, all the secrets on Ye Gucheng's body have been thoroughly understood by Su Hang, including the realm of "Sword Heart Clearing" that he had just comprehended.

"Xiao Hang!"

Junbao jumped down from the roof, and he vaguely sensed that Su Hang's situation at the moment seemed to be a little wrong.

Su Hang turned around, and his eyes were directly on Junbao.

This look!

Junbao was taken aback, and Su Hang's familiar eyes immediately reminded him of his previous experience.

And compared to the short-lived in the past, at this moment, the power in Su Hang's eyes penetrated everything, and he didn't know how many times stronger, which made him feel almost the same as Ye Gucheng.

"Xiao Hang, what are you?"

By now, Junbao had naturally guessed that the original Dugu was probably just a character made up by Su Hang, but that strange and terrifying state was still an unsolved mystery.

"Autopsy Immortal."

Su Hang was still expressionless, but he could be regarded as answering Junbao's question.

"Autopsy Immortal?"

With Junbao's knowledge, it is naturally impossible that he has not heard of the Autopsy Immortal, but he is a little unsure whether the Autopsy Immortal that Su Hang said is the one he understands.

"Ordinary ghosts can only regain consciousness on the third day after death, so the three souls and seven spirits are always mutilated, but my three souls and seven spirits are complete, not only can they exist independently and in the world forever, but they can continue to practice and be reborn at any time."

Jun Bao nodded, as far as Su Hang said this, it was no different from the autopsy immortal he knew.

It's just that what is even stranger to him is Su Hang's state at the moment.

Regarding Junbao's questions, Su Hang seems to have answers at this moment:

"After leaving the flesh behind, most of the seven emotions and six desires of the Yin God will be cut off, and they will be more susceptible to the influence of the energy they are cultivating.

Coming into contact with resentment or dirty yin energy all year round, the yin god can easily become extreme and dark;

And vice versa.

And although Yuehua Xinghui does not have any bias, it will be indifferent to people's emotions. ”

I see, just when Junbao was a little stunned, he heard Su Hang continue:

"Of course, only those who are not strong-minded will be affected so easily, and my situation is not so simple."