From one person to nine to five

Chapter 806 Eight Hundred Destruction Monks (2)

Time seemed to stand still.

Both of them used up all their strength to maintain their offensive.

Suddenly, Babai Xuantian's body shook violently, and the golden light on his body became dim.

The side effects of burning his essence and blood finally broke out.

His originally indestructible body began to show cracks.

Xu Fu seized this opportunity and injected another burst of true energy. The blue sword energy instantly surged and its power doubled.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, the golden barrier on Babai Xuantian's body was completely shattered.

The blue sword energy was unstoppable and instantly hit Babai Xuantian's body.

"puff!"

Babai Xuantian spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.

He tried to stand up, but he was powerless. His meridians were broken and his Dantian was severely damaged. He had lost his ability to fight.

Xu Fu also knelt on one knee on the ground, as if exhausted, with his long sword propped up on the ground to support his body. His face was as pale as paper, and his breathing became extremely weak.

He looked up at Babai Xuantian who was lying on the ground, his eyes filled with complicated emotions.

He won, but it was not an honorable victory. He relied on burning his blood and overdrawing his vitality to barely defeat Eight Hundred Mysterious Heavens.

Such a victory made him feel a little empty and confused.

Babai Xuantian raised his head with difficulty, looked at Xu Fu, a bitter smile on his face.

"Xu Fu, you... are indeed... very strong..."

"You are also very strong." Xu Fu's voice was hoarse and low, "If I hadn't burned my blood, I would never have been able to defeat you."

"Victory and defeat are common in the military... I... have no regrets..." Babai Xuantian panted and said, "It's just... a pity... that I couldn't stop... you..."

"I understand your intentions," Xu Fu said, "but my path will not change."

Babai Xuantian was silent. He knew that he was no longer able to change anything.

He slowly closed his eyes, and two lines of tears slid down from the corners of his eyes.

He felt his life force rapidly ebbing away, and he knew that he had reached the end.

His last hope was shattered.

"Maybe... this is... fate..." he muttered to himself, his voice becoming weaker and weaker.

Xu Fu looked at Babai Xuantian quietly, his heart filled with compassion.

He knew that Babai Xuantian was a worthy opponent, a warrior who was willing to sacrifice everything to protect justice.

But he and Babai Xuantian are destined to stand on opposite sides.

Their paths are different, their pursuits are different, and their destinies are also different.

Babai Xuantian's breathing became weaker and weaker, and his body gradually became colder.

He is dying.

Suddenly, Babai Xuantian opened his eyes abruptly, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

He used up his last bit of strength, raised his head, looked at Xu Fu, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

"Xu Fu... do you... think... you... won...?"

"I'll tell you... a secret... Actually... I have... a backup plan..."

After saying that, Babai Xuantian suddenly bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The blood condensed into a blood-colored rune in the air, and the rune exuded an evil and powerful power.

"Go...devour...him..." Babai Xuantian said hoarsely using his last bit of strength.

The blood-colored rune flew towards Xu Fu in an instant like a living thing.

Xu Fu was shocked and felt an unprecedented danger.

He tried to dodge quickly, but his body was so weak that he couldn't move at all.

The blood rune instantly hit Xu Fu's body and merged into his body.

Xu Fu felt as if his soul was torn apart and was in great pain.

He let out a shrill scream, fell to the ground, and convulsed violently.

A ferocious smile appeared on Babai Xuantian's face.

"Xu Fu...you...after all...cannot escape...my...plan..." Although his body had lost its vitality, there was still a hint of pride at the corner of Babai Xuantian's mouth, and his voice gradually dissipated in the sea breeze.

However, his smile before death was like a devil's mark, deeply engraved in Xu Fu's mind.

Xu Fu's body was shaking violently, as if he was suffering from the pain of being cut into pieces. He could feel that an evil and powerful force was raging in his body, madly devouring his true energy and corroding his flesh and blood.

His soul seemed to be torn apart by countless invisible hands. He tried to resist, but found himself powerless. This force was far beyond his imagination. It carried the breath of death and the will of destruction, as if it wanted to devour him completely.

He let out a shrill scream, rolling and struggling on the beach, his black clothes were torn, revealing his blood-stained body. His face was distorted, veins bulged, and his eyes were filled with fear and despair.

He felt that he was walking step by step towards the abyss of death. He wanted to call for help, but found that his throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand and he could not make any sound.

Suddenly, the power in his body stopped raging and began to condense, forming a blood-colored vortex in his dantian. The vortex slowly rotated, emitting a strange light, like a huge eye, staring coldly at
Xu Fu felt that his consciousness was being swallowed by this bloody vortex, and he began to lose control of his body. His thinking became dull, his memory began to blur, and his emotions were dissipating.

"No...don't..." He shouted desperately in his heart. He tried to retain his consciousness, but found himself like a fallen leaf in a storm, unable to resist.

His body slowly stood up, his eyes became empty and dull, but a strange smile appeared on his face, exactly the same smile that Babai Xuantian had before he died.

He stretched out his hand and slowly grasped the sword in his hand. The faint blue light on the sword became dim, as if it was eroded by evil power.

"Xu Fu" raised his head and looked at the body of Babai Xuantian, his eyes filled with cold murderous intent.

"Babai Xuantian...you are dead...but your soul...will never have peace..." The voice of "Xu Fu" was low and hoarse, like a demon from hell.

"Xu Fu" slowly raised the long sword in his hand, the tip of the sword pointed at the body of Ba Bai Xuan Tian, ​​an evil force emanated from the sword, distorting the surrounding air. Just as "Xu Fu" was about to swing the sword, his body suddenly shook, and a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes.

"No... I... can't..." He screamed in pain in his heart, trying to regain control of his body.

"Xu Fu's" body began to tremble violently, and the sword in his hand kept shaking, as if he was fighting a fierce battle with the evil power in his body.

"Let me go...let me go..." He roared madly in his heart. He wanted to break free from the control of this evil force.

However, the evil force was too strong and his resistance seemed so weak.

"Xu Fu's" body was once again controlled by evil forces. His eyes became empty and dull, and the smile on his face became even more weird.

"It's useless...you...can't...defeat...my...curse..." The voice of "Xu Fu" sounded again, full of pride and ridicule.

"Xu Fu" slowly raised the long sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword pointed at the body of Babai Xuantian again.

At this moment, pictures suddenly flashed through Xu Fu's mind.

He saw his parents teaching him to read and write when he was young; he saw him sailing across the ocean alone in his youth to seek immortals; he saw him working hard in his middle age to refine elixirs to seek immortality for Qin Shihuang; he saw him standing alone on the shore of the East China Sea in his old age, gazing into the distance and missing his hometown.

These images flashed through his mind quickly like a movie, allowing him to find himself again.

He remembered his dreams, his pursuits, and his responsibilities.

He cannot be controlled by evil forces, he cannot let Babai Xuantian's conspiracy succeed!
"Xu Fu's" body began to tremble again, and the struggle in his eyes became more intense.

"I...want to...defeat...you..." He said hoarsely, using all his strength.

He began to mobilize his remaining true energy, trying to suppress the evil power in his body.

His will is as strong as steel and his faith is as unshakable as rock.

He condensed his consciousness into a sharp sword and stabbed it into the blood vortex in his body.

"Ah..." Xu Fu let out a painful roar, his body shaking violently, as if he was going through a test of life and death.

The bloody vortex sensed Xu Fu's resistance and began to fight back frantically, emitting even more powerful evil power, trying to devour Xu Fu's consciousness.

Xu Fu's consciousness was like a small boat drifting in a storm, which could be swallowed up at any time.

However, he did not give up. He still gritted his teeth and persisted. He used his will to fight against the erosion of evil forces.

As time passed, Xu Fu's body became weaker and weaker, and his consciousness became more and more blurred.

He felt that he was about to collapse and was about to be completely swallowed up by the evil force.

Just when he was about to despair, a flash of inspiration suddenly came to his mind.

He remembered his swordsmanship, the Canghai Swordsmanship.

The Canghai Sword Technique is a unique sword technique created based on the tidal changes of the East China Sea. It contains infinite power and changes.

Why didn't he use the Cang Hai sword technique to fight the evil power in his body?
Xu Fu's consciousness began to work, and he imagined his consciousness as a sword, a sword containing the power of the ocean.

He began to practice the Cang Hai sword technique within his body.

"Cang Hai Sword Technique, Thousands of Waves!"

His consciousness transformed into blue sword energy, surging towards the bloody vortex like waves.

The blood-colored vortex felt the impact of the blue sword energy and began to vibrate violently.

"Cang Hai Sword Technique, raging waves breaking the shore!"

His consciousness turned into a huge blue sword energy, slashing towards the bloody vortex like a huge wave.

The bloody vortex was shattered into countless blood threads, scattered throughout Xu Fu's body.

"Cang Hai Sword Technique is just a drop in the ocean!"

His consciousness condensed into a point, transformed into a tiny blue sword energy, and pierced into the core of the bloody vortex.

The core of the bloody vortex is the source of evil power.

As long as the core of the blood vortex is destroyed, the evil power in the body can be completely eliminated.

The blue sword energy penetrated numerous obstacles and finally pierced the core of the blood-red vortex.

"Ah..." The bloody vortex let out a shrill scream and collapsed completely.

Xu Fu's body shook violently, and he felt the evil power in his body disappear without a trace.

He regained control of his body.

He slowly opened his eyes; his gaze was clear and bright, and his face returned to its usual calmness.

He successfully defeated the curse of Eight Hundred Mysterious Sky!
He staggered to his feet, and the sword in his hand began to emit a faint blue light again.

He looked at the body of Babai Xuantian, his eyes filled with complicated emotions.

He knew that Babai Xuantian was a respectable opponent, a warrior who was willing to sacrifice everything to protect justice.

But he and Babai Xuantian are destined to stand on opposite sides.

Their paths are different, their pursuits are different, and their destinies are also different. Just after Xu Fu took a few steps, a suffocating bloody smell spread again. The body of Babai Xuantian, which had been cold, suddenly began to vibrate violently, emitting waves of strange red light.

The ground began to tremble, as if something terrible was about to break out of the ground. The air became thick and it was difficult to breathe. Xu Fu turned his head suddenly, and his face suddenly became solemn.
Around the body of Babai Xuantian, countless blood threads spread out like tentacles, dancing wildly in the air, interweaving with each other, forming a huge blood-red vortex. The vortex kept spinning, getting bigger and bigger, and the evil aura it exuded became stronger and stronger.

Suddenly, the vortex stopped spinning, and all the blood gathered towards the center, compressed, and condensed, eventually forming a human figure. The outline became clearer and clearer, and more and more complete, finally presenting a hideous figure.

That was not the original appearance of Babai Xuantian, but a Shura god with a blood-red body, knotted muscles, a distorted face, and three heads and six arms!

Each head had a hideous look and was full of tyranny, and the six arms held different weapons: a blood-red long sword, a mace covered with barbs, a string of skull beads, a blood mirror engraved with runes, a giant axe burning with netherworld ghost fire, and a tightly clenched, still bleeding, human heart!
“Hahahaha…” The Asura God laughed wildly towards the sky. His voice was as deafening as thunder, with a creepy echo.

"Xu Fu! Do you think I can be defeated so easily? This is only a part of my strength! I have already sacrificed my soul to Shura Dao in order to gain more powerful strength! The me now is the real me!"

Xu Fu's face turned pale. He knew that the real battle had just begun. Eight Hundred Xuantian had already anticipated his failure and was ready to sacrifice his soul and transform into Shura! This crazy obsession was chilling.

"You are already dead! Even if you become Shura, you cannot change your fate of failure!" Xu Fu said in a deep voice. He knew that the most important thing now was to keep his mind steady and not be overwhelmed by the terrifying aura of Shura God.

“Death? Hahaha… I have long transcended life and death! Now, I am the incarnation of Shura Dao, the symbol of destruction! I will tear you apart completely and let your soul never rest in peace!”

(End of this chapter)