As Zhao Yu gradually crossed into the inner breath of Shenzhao, although Ye Gucheng did not come back to life, he also condensed a trace of vitality. 、

Seeing Zhao Yu's success, Jiang Yuyan reached out with one hand and curled her fingers towards Ye Gucheng.

"Slow!"

Zhao Yu, who was crossing into the inner breath for Ye Gucheng behind him, saw Jiang Yuyan make a move, and hurriedly shouted to stop.

The graft is quite domineering, not only can it devour all the people's internal breath, but even the target's own woodland experience and move magic skills can be plundered together.

This kind of characteristic is a good thing for Jiang Yuyan to put on other masters.

But for Ye Gucheng in front of him, it will kill Jiang Yuyan! 、

After all, Zhao Yu, who had passed the thirteenth level of the Golden Bell Jar, was grinned by the sword intent that penetrated into his internal organs.

Replaced by Jiang Yuyan, it is estimated that it will be cold for a long time!

"Childe ......"

Jiang Yuyan looked at Zhao Yu with some puzzlement.

When the two of them entered the Fengtian Palace, Zhao Yuqian told her to move faster, so as not to completely dissipate Ye Gucheng's spirit.

But it was the best time to see it blindly, but Zhao Yu shouted to stop.

"Wait a minute!"

Zhao Yu didn't explain, and put his hands against the big hole behind Ye Gucheng's back, using both sides.

One hand crosses into the inner breath of the gods, and the other hand transports the flowers and trees.

When the divine breath crossed into Ye Gucheng's body, a terrifying devouring power gushed out from his other hand.

The fierce sword intent that others feared like a tiger was frantically taken out of Ye Gucheng's body by Zhao Yu's other hand.

One in and one out, soon the remaining sword intent in Ye Gucheng's body was swallowed up by Zhao Yu.

It's tedious, but it's actually only half a stick of incense.

And although Zhao Yu seemed to be fine, in the process of devouring Ye Gucheng's sword intent, even Zhao Yu, whose internal organs were already like fine iron, trembled with pain.

"Shoot!!"

Seeing that the sword intent around Ye Gucheng's body had been devoured by himself, Zhao Yu opened his eyes suddenly.

He found that in the process of dissipating the sword intent, Ye Gucheng's remaining essence was also rapidly dissipating.

The two complement each other.

It wasn't until this moment that Zhao Yu understood why Ye Gucheng, who had been lost for a long time, would be so easily condensed by Shenzhao's internal strength.

The answer lies in this condensed sword intent!

This person's understanding and comprehension of the sword has reached an unbelievable level.

Jiang Yuyan saw Zhao Yu's voice, so she didn't hesitate at all, and her hands reached out together, covering Ye Gucheng in the air.

The internal strength of the flowers and trees flowed wildly, and Jiang Yuyan's face turned pale in an instant. 、

The internal breath of the person in front of him has dissipated, and the transfer of flowers and trees has not absorbed the slightest internal strength.

But the experience and understanding of the person in front of him were like a huge wave in the sky, and Jiang Yuyan's mind was dizzy.

But fortunately, in the end, Jiang Yuyan still endured it.

After a few breaths, Jiang Yuyan and Zhao Yu withdrew their palms at the same time and collapsed to the ground.

"Made, this is terrifying, isn't it?"

Looking at Ye Gucheng, who was still elegant and handsome, as if he was asleep, Zhao Yu was completely convinced!

After resting for a while, Zhao Yu turned his head to look at Jiang Yuyan with an inquiring look in his eyes.

Jiang Yuyan didn't speak, just nodded a little weakly.

Seeing that Jiang Yuyan finally won this trick Flying Immortals, Zhao Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, the pain suffered before was not in vain.

"Flying Immortals ...... Beyond the Sky",

Zhao Yu raised his head, looked at the cold full moon hanging in the sky, and muttered softly.

Jiang Yuyan on the side looked at Zhao Yu who was looking up at the sky, and naturally understood what Gongzi was thinking at the moment.

Immediately, without waiting for Zhao Yu to speak, his right hand moved slightly, and the sword that Ye Gucheng scattered under the main hall swept towards Jiang Yuyan as if it had recast its spiritual rhyme.

Looking at Jiang Yuyan, who was holding a sword in his hand, Zhao Yu didn't say much.

He is an anxious child, a typical flower child can't let go of overnight food, and the moment Jiang Yuyan succeeds, he wants to see it. 、

It's just that at that time, seeing that Jiang Yuyan was weak, Zhao Yu couldn't say it.

Fortunately, Jiang Yuyan's ability to observe words and expressions is not small, and she can see Zhao Yu's careful thinking at a glance.

Closing her eyes slightly, Jiang Yuyan pulled out a sword flower with one hand, and then the temperament of the whole person changed suddenly.

Without waiting for Zhao Yu to experience it carefully, the beautiful woman in front of him disappeared in front of him strangely.

At the same time, a little cold light appeared above the sky and fell straight to the top of the Fengtian Temple......

"That's not right......",

Zhao Yu stared at the cold light that fell sharply, but frowned slightly.

Jiang Yuyan's sword in front of him looked no different from the Flying Immortals out of the sky used by Ye Gucheng on the surface.

But in fact, Zhao Yu clearly noticed that Jiang Yuyan's sword was only similar in shape, but it had no charm.

As for the power, it is not half a star away from Ye Gucheng.

Ye Gucheng's flying immortals outside the sky give people a sense of powerlessness that is erratic and unavoidable.

And what Jiang Yuyan is using at the moment is like a flower shelf, which is useless!

A sword fell five steps in front of Zhao Yu's body, and the glazed tiles on the top of the Fengtian Hall shattered in an instant, shooting out in all directions.

And Jiang Yuyan, who was standing with a sword opposite Zhao Yu, also frowned slightly.

Zhao Yu perceived it, and she could naturally perceive it.

In the eyes of the layman, this sword is much more powerful than the sword that Ye Gucheng used to blow snow on the West Gate.

But for Jiang Yuyan and Zhao Yu, the sword just now was just a façade.

But how domineering is the transferable flowers, what she has learned is not only this trick of flying immortals, but even Ye Gucheng's perception and experience, she has plundered it together.

But it's strange here, the same perception, the same experience, the same tricks, but the effect is different.

"Sword Intent!"

Just when both of them were stunned, a cold voice came from behind the two.

Zhao Yu and Jiang Yuyan were startled at the same time, and then looked behind them.

I don't know when, Simon Blowing Snow, dressed in white, went and returned, standing behind the two with a cold expression.

"Sword intent?"

Listening to Ximen Fuxue's words, Zhao Yu was slightly stunned, but he understood for a moment what the sword god in front of him was referring to!

Ye Gucheng's sword has been out of the ordinary martial arts' cognitive category of swords.

What supported him to cast the Flying Immortals outside the sky was not the internal breath or the tricks, but the sword intent that was still dead.

This kind of thing belongs to whoever it is, and even if it is grafted, it cannot be plundered.

"Isn't this a waste of work......

After Ximen Fuxue solved his doubts, Zhao Yu stood up in annoyance.

In order to get Ye Gucheng's trick, he flew out of the sky, but even the emperor threw it aside.

But in the end, it's still a bamboo basket to draw water!

"Let's shoot!"

At this moment, Ximen Fuxue stared at Zhao Yu deadly, his thumb against the hilt of the divine sword in his hand.

Zhao Yu was stunned for a moment and looked up at the sky.

The hour has passed......