A few hours passed, and it was already midnight.

Yue Buqun's spiritual power had been consumed by nearly half, and he was already a little embarrassed.

But the other party is not much better, the speed has decreased, and the slashing power of the throwing knife is much weaker.

Yue Buqun was a little relieved, even if his realm was one level lower, the accumulation of his spiritual power was no worse than that of the other party, and even stronger, however, Yue Buqun did not show it.

But soon, Yue Buqun's face changed.

Unexpectedly, the foundation building period monk of the Great Luo Sect was wealthy, and a small pill was in his stomach, and he was fierce and majestic.

Yue Buqun knew that there must be a similar blood replenishing elixir in his storage bag, but unfortunately he had just bought the relevant basic knowledge books, and he didn't have time to read them, so he couldn't tell which one was for cultivation and which one was for blood recovery.

He Yicheng also sensed the embarrassment of this sword cultivator, and secretly rejoiced in his heart, and finally saw the hope of killing the other party.

In the middle of the night, he was ready to give up several times and go home.

This special sword cultivation is like a stubborn stone by the river, slippery and slippery, and hard and useless, if you are not careful, you may knock out your big teeth.

I just can't bear this breath, now it's okay, I can't kill you directly and quickly, then I'll consume you.

Therefore, He Yicheng no longer took risks, followed not far or close, and sacrificed his own high-grade magic weapons and spiritual weapons one by one, attacking Yue Buqun from afar, and constantly consuming Yue Buqun's spiritual power.

The shuttle is extremely fast and has strong attack power, but it goes straight and is relatively easy to dodge and block, and after several fruitless attacks, it is decisively replaced.

The Soul Suppression Bell can shock the opponent's divine sense, and can even directly blast the opponent's divine soul away, but Yue Buqun has seen this kind of magic weapon, and he has already taken precautions, He Yicheng has no way to take that kind of soundproof and god-defying composite barrier, and he returns in vain.

He Yicheng sacrificed a pair of spirit hooks again, divided the left and right, the sound of the east and the west, and the double hooks attacked, which made Yue Buqun have a big headache, and he almost hit the trick several times.

But He Yicheng had already made up his mind, and he was not impatient, he withdrew the spirit hook and sacrificed another spirit needle, which made Yue Buqun tremble.

He Yicheng's attacks continued, not giving Yue Buqun the slightest opportunity to breathe, constantly consuming Yue Buqun's spiritual power.

This way of killing stirred up the high sky, from afternoon to night, and from night to dawn.

The great sun jumped out of the clouds, emitting ten thousand golden rays, and below it, the East China Sea was in front of you.

But this night was the longest and most arduous night in Yue Buqun's life, and he almost died many times, but he still couldn't escape He Yicheng's pursuit.

At this moment, Yue Buqun's eyes were blurred, and his mind was running at high speed for a long time due to the high speed of his divine soul, and in addition to being still agile in his attack and defense, his reaction to the outside world was almost numb.

His face was as pale as snow, his body was extremely weak, his clothes were torn, his hair was scattered, and the sword-shaped hairpin was slanted into the hair ball, crumbling.

The gentleman's sword in his hand had been broken in half, leaving only more than two feet long, but it was still as smooth as new, and he instinctively slashed out the sword qi and fought with He Yicheng.

He Yicheng couldn't have imagined that this sword cultivator was so tenacious that he stayed up all night, but he still maintained his fighting spirit.

Sword cultivators, it's really hard to mess with!

Although he secretly admired it in his heart, his heart to control it to death was even hotter.

With such a sword cultivation, if he is not killed all at once, when he survives, it will be endless trouble.

However, the gap in the realm is not something that this poor sword cultivator can make up, and at this point, this sword cultivator's spiritual power is about to be exhausted, and death is imminent.

He Yicheng glanced at the sea in the east in the distance, knew Yue Buqun's thoughts, and smiled coldly: The sea is right in front of you, but can you get out?

He Yicheng swallowed the pill for the third time, and the spiritual power in his body soared, and the meridians of his whole body were a little painful, and his brain's thinking was also affected a little, but he couldn't take care of it.

The final blow must be delivered!

With a move in his mind, the flying knife emitted a dazzling sword, and he slashed hard without any scruples, flickering around Yue Buqun's side, attacking frantically.

Yue Buqun could no longer perform delicate operations, his body sword light was trapped and trapped, unable to continue flying eastward, and a broken sword swung with all its might, blocking the flying knife from suddenly becoming violent slashing and slashing.

The sword light and sword light were frantically impacting, and countless sword qi and swords shattered, bursting into the sky and scattering, more gorgeous and colorful than the morning glow.

A spiritual bell with a large head slowly rose from He Yicheng's body, and the bell mouth was facing Yue Buqun.

"When ......"

The furious bell rang loudly, shattering all the clouds for the last tens of miles.

Yue Buqun instinctively laid down several soundproof and shockproof barriers, which shattered like tissue paper, and the loud noise roared in Yue Buqun's soul space, shaking his soul to the point of shattering.

Yue Buqun barely split the flying knife far away with a sword, his whole body shook heavily, and a mouthful of blood spurted out head-on, he just calmed down slightly, and before he could think of how to deal with the big bell, a small seal suddenly flew out of the clouds below him, appeared under him, and blasted up from the bottom up.

Yue Buqun only instinctively blocked the sword, and the small seal suddenly became as huge as an elephant, and the incomparable huge force slammed into it, blasting his broken sword away, without a moment's pause, bombarding his body.

Yue Buqun didn't even have time to vomit blood this time, his body was thrown high, his clothes were torn, the storage bag placed inside flew out, his hair was scattered, and the hairpin was thrown into the clouds in the sky.

He Yicheng looked coldly at the sword cultivator whose waist was almost broken, and the fluctuation of his divine consciousness was already as if it were nothing, and he was going to die at the sight of it.

Glancing at the rudimentary storage bag that was flying in the air, his body moved, and he moved over, grabbing the falling storage bag with his body.

The divine sense was swept away, and the storage bag ban was still in effect, and he was not dead yet?

He Yicheng glanced at the sword cultivator who was falling towards the sea, only to see that the corners of Yue Buqun's mouth were full of blood, his face was snow-white, he felt his gaze, and suddenly opened his eyes, a pair of emotionless eyes, looking at him coldly.

He Yicheng's heart tightened, he felt bad, his mind moved, and he activated a talisman spiritual shield, and the other defensive spiritual weapons didn't have time to sacrifice at all, and before his body could make any movements, a sword light flashed down from the clouds, destroying the withering and decaying and breaking his spiritual shield, piercing into his spiritual soul space.

It's unbeatably fast!

The incomparably brilliant sword light instantly split his divine soul space into two petals, extinguishing his vitality without hesitation.

The sword light flashed, and the sword-shaped hairpin flew back to Yue Buqun's side and reinserted it into Yue Buqun's hair.

This is Yue Buqun's real flying sword, only three inches and three minutes long, refined by fusing iron essence with several metals, it is the highest level of performance of Taihua Sect Taihang Peak.

Yue Buqun wanted to laugh, but he couldn't.

He showed weakness for half a night, just for this moment.

But in fact, his spiritual power was indeed used to the limit, if He Yicheng was not in a hurry to strangle him and continued to grind with him slowly, Yue Buqun could only turn around and go to sea and no longer entangle with the other party.

Fortunately, He Yicheng chose to attack wildly, thinking of leaving him behind, and indeed almost half of his body was torn apart, and if he didn't treat his injuries, I am afraid he would have to explain here.

Yue Buqun's divine sense moved, grabbed He Yicheng's corpse, swept through it, untied his necklace, ring, jade pendant, belt, hairpin and other items containing traces of spiritual power flow around his waist, and put the flying knives, big bells, seals, etc. hovering in the air into the storage bag.

Then a fire burned his body clean.

Glancing at the west, his body moved, and he threw himself into the vast East China Sea.