Galaxy Sword Emperor

Chapter 50

Ye Mo shuttled through the jungle, his speed stimulated to the extreme, and he ran fast regardless of consumption, but he still couldn't get rid of the seventh-rank real martial arts master who was chasing after him.

"You are not as fast as him, there is no other way but to fight with your back!" Wujun Zhongcan said lightly.

Ye Mo also had flashes of lightning in his heart, not because he didn't want to fight, but because he was at the seventh rank of real martial arts, which he could not compete with.

While thinking about it, the coercion from the seventh-rank realm of real martial arts behind him became stronger and stronger, Ye Mo frowned, and turned his direction again.

"Hmph! I'm just playing tricks. In the face of absolute strength, everything is useless!" The seventh-rank master of real martial arts snorted coldly, and his speed increased sharply again.

A coercion emanated from the body, rushing towards Ye Mo from afar.

Ye Mo suddenly felt his whole body sank, and his speed involuntarily slowed down a bit. The aura of the seventh-rank real martial arts could not do much harm to him, but this time it would affect his speed, which is not what Ye Mo wanted to see .

In an instant, the master of the seventh rank of true martial arts approached tens of feet again.

"If I didn't have the Wufeng Sword's weight of [-] catties, maybe my speed could still be improved!" Ye Mo thought to himself, but if he was asked to discard the Wufeng Sword, he still felt very reluctant.

"Where are you going to escape?" The seventh-rank master of Zhenwu sneered again and again, clapping his hands one after another.

The palm wind roared, and it blasted towards Ye Mo through a distance of ten feet.

Ye Mo's face changed, and he turned sideways to avoid it, but was instantly enveloped in the opponent's palm.

One blow forced Ye Mo back from fleeing, and the indescribable satisfaction on the face of the seventh-rank real martial arts master was not because his cultivation base was enough to arouse his true energy a distance of ten feet.

Rather, the set of martial arts I practiced is called "Geshan Palm", which is a palm technique for long-range attacks. It is not very useful in ordinary times, but it shows an advantage at this moment.

Ye Mo stood up slowly, there was no way to avoid it, and there was only one battle left.

The Wufeng sword pointed at the opponent, even though the opponent's palm was cold and threatening, his eyes were full of fighting spirit, without any fear.

"Boy, your agility is pretty good, and you managed to escape for so long under my pursuit. Do you want to go back with me obediently, or do you want me to do it yourself?" The seventh-rank real martial arts master smiled lightly.

What answered him was a powerful and heavy blow from Wufeng Sword.

The sword energy was vertical and horizontal, and under Ye Mo's vigorous infusion, the dark sword embryo exuded an unstoppable aura, and with a fierce sword, it slashed at the waist of the seventh-rank real martial arts master.

The seventh-rank master of Zhenwu gave a cold snort of disdain, grabbed it with one hand, and the winds of five fingers shot out at the same time, forming five cables of true energy, and there was a kind of floating breath flowing out.

Wufeng Sword was tightly entangled with five chains of true energy, forcibly breaking the sweeping momentum of Wufeng Sword.

The face of the seventh-rank master of Zhenwu turned serious. Just now, he thought that his cultivation base was sure to be sure, but the power transmitted by the black sword made him almost unable to control it.

This kid actually has such terrifying power.

"Let me go!" The strength of the fingertips soared, and they wanted to take away Ye Mo's long sword!
"How can it be that easy?" The hand holding the Wufeng sword was suddenly moved forward, and at the same time, the Big Dipper stepped forward, and the speed surged to the extreme.

Taking advantage of the opponent's momentum, he suddenly approached him, a huge amount of true energy roared out, and the finger wind wrapped around the Wufeng sword shattered.

"Huh?" The seventh-rank real martial artist raised his brows, stomped his feet, and stepped back. At the same time, he raised his Wufeng Sword to the top of his head with his palm on the sky.

Ye Mo's arm went numb, and the powerful force transmitted by the Wufeng Sword made him almost let go. He hurriedly sank to his dantian, and barely stabilized his figure.

"Bi Luozhang!" Seeing Ye Mo's powerful combat power, the seventh-rank real martial arts expert expected that he would not be able to capture him easily, so he could only wound him first.

The shot was no longer reserved, and as soon as Bi Luo palm was released, a bone-piercing chill gushed out out of thin air, as if he had fallen into the [-]th floor of hell, and it was gloomy and icy everywhere.

Bi Luozhang, Huangquan Road, with one palm out, ghosts and gods cry.

There were creepy howls of ghosts and wolves coming from his ears, Ye Mo frowned, and hurriedly stabilized his mind, becoming more and more afraid of this seventh-rank true martial arts master.

This palm technique can actually shock people's minds, what a strange method!
The shadow of the palm filled the air, and it suddenly turned into a burst of flowers. There were flowers and five leaves, and there were leaves but no flowers.

Ye Moru fell into the ice cave, and his heart also turned pale. The true energy in his body exploded, and a long sword appeared in his palm from nowhere, and the sky was full of light and rain.

Hundreds of sword qi lingered in the air, and the tyrannical murderous aura was erratic, so my heart felt a little more at ease.

"The method is not bad, but the strength is a lot weaker!" The seventh-rank master of real martial arts sneered again and again, and suddenly pressed his right hand, and there was a violent fluctuation in the void.

Wherever the palm wind passed, all the sword energy shattered.

A smear of blood seeped out from the corner of Ye Mo's mouth, but his eyes were flickering with coldness, hidden sword skills, thousands of sword moves, only one sword.

The stabbing of this sword was his hope, and it was also a fatal spell.

The sword qi shuttled out of the gaps between countless palm winds and sword rain, and the aura was restrained. When the real martial arts seventh-rank master reacted, the strange sword qi was already close at hand.

The face of the seventh-rank real martial arts master changed drastically. He didn't expect Ye Mo to have such means. His free left hand stretched out like lightning, and a blue true air flow flowed out of his palm, protecting his flesh and blood.

He held that sword energy in the palm of his hand, and with a firm grip, the sword energy turned into pieces.

"Pfft..." The master of the seventh rank of Zhenwu was also shocked, and opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood, his face paled a lot.

"I didn't expect you to have such means. No wonder those trash died in your hands. But today, you are destined to be unable to escape. Let me see how many attacks like this you can make!" There was a distorted smirk on the face of Pin Gaoshou.

Ye Mo leaned on the ground with his sword, panting heavily, and there were bursts of heart-rending pain in his meridians.

Shicai's sword strike was a sword that hurt both sides. In order to send out this sword, he even forcibly resisted the opponent's palm. He thought he could severely injure him, but he underestimated his means.

Looking at the opponent who was approaching step by step, Ye Mo's heart was cold.

"Brother Jun, protect my heart!" Ye Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, and a bright light flashed away.

"Are you really sure you want to use this trick? With your current strength, if you force it, your soul will definitely be traumatized!" Wujun Zhongcan said helplessly.

The corner of Ye Mo's mouth turned cold: "It's better than dead!"

The sigh of Wujun heavy silkworm came from the ear, it was the existence of the primordial spirit, and because it penetrated through many voids, the primordial spirit was severely damaged in the turbulent flow of space.

Previously at the bottom of the lake and when dealing with Ye Wuming, they took a lot of power, and they have not fully recovered at the moment, so even if they want to help Ye Mo, they don't have that ability.

So at this moment, he can only rely on himself.

Ye Mo also knew the state of Wujun Heavy Silkworm, so he chose another way.

"Capture!" The seventh-rank real martial arts master casually grabbed, and strands of true energy burst out from the palm of his hand, and hundreds of true energy swarmed towards Ye Mo!

Suddenly, Ye Mo yelled loudly, and a terrifying aura filled the air instantly.

The raging air current tore all the surrounding trees to pieces, and the true energy lines of the seventh-rank real martial arts masters were also smashed to pieces by the chaotic air current.

The face of the seventh-rank master of real martial arts changed drastically, and he stared dumbfoundedly at Ye Mo, whose aura was constantly rising. A small pale golden ancient seal slowly emerged from the top of his head!

The terrifying coercion spread, and the seventh-rank real martial arts master felt that the surrounding space seemed to be sealed, and the pressure on his legs suddenly increased.

"Go..." Ye Mo's eyes flashed, and the ancient seal above his head suddenly spun.

The Cloud Turning Seal, which Ye Mo got by the lake, was broken due to the fierce battle with the Green Fire Flowing Snake, but after so many days of nurturing, it has gradually recovered a little.

Now the fragments have begun to slowly merge. Although there are dense cracks all over Yin's body, the breath of the magic weapon is still not something ordinary people can resist.

The spinning cloud seal suddenly magnified hundreds of times, turning into a huge body more than ten feet high, and crushed it fiercely towards the stunned seventh-rank real martial arts master.

At the same time, Ye Mo's eyes darkened, and he passed out directly.

(End of this chapter)