Fairy, why bother with me? I am really a yellow-haired villain.

Rumble!

Loud noises!

The entire secret realm shook even more violently.

The sword energy rolled and the gas explosions continued.

The killing field formed by the four spiritual golden swords abruptly stopped the seven thousand waves that were about to swallow everything.

However, even so, some sharp sword energy still penetrated the defense of the killing field and hit Yun Zhonghe.

Although these sword energies had been greatly weakened during the fight, they were still quite powerful, causing Yun Zhonghe to feel severe pain all over his body, as if his bones were broken.

"Eight thousand waves! Nine thousand waves! Let's see how long you can hold out!"

Li Yifeng shouted coldly, and no longer moved closer. Instead, he stood in the center of the wave, like the master of the huge wave, and swung his heavy sword. Each sword gathered terrifying energy, as if he wanted to bring the entire world under his control.

It's like a tsunami thousands of feet high!

Nine Thousand Waves, the pinnacle that the Thousand Waves Sword Technique can reach.

In this vast wave, Yun Zhonghe's figure seems so small.

"Double!"

Yun Zhonghe also gritted his teeth and condensed four spiritual golden swords again, echoing with the previous four. The eight spiritual golden swords instantly combined into a larger and more terrifying killing field, resisting Li Yifeng's tsunami!

Now, Yun Zhonghe can easily control eight spiritual golden swords at the same time to launch a killing field!

Sword energy splashed everywhere, and each sword energy seemed to be able to tear the space apart. The entire secret realm began to collapse under the impact of this force.

The viewing area was completely silent. No one uttered a word. Even the exclamations were stunned by the power. All that was left was wide-open eyes, fixed on every detail on the battlefield.

The nine thousand layers of Thousand Waves Sword Technique, a killing field sword formation composed of eight spiritual golden swords.

These two monsters are both perverted to the extreme.

At this moment, any sigh seems meaningless, even a waste. Not missing any details and learning and understanding as much as possible from them are what the representative disciples from all over the five continents want.

This battle was far beyond their level, and they could only look up to it.

……

Yun Zhonghe was seriously injured.

His waist, chest and legs were all seriously injured. When the two sides fought, the aftermath of the overflowing sword energy fell on him, like a sharp blade, cutting his body and causing shocking wounds.

There's no way, my body is too fragile.

It would be fine if it was just a flesh wound, but the problem was that Li Yifeng's storm-like attack actually triggered a hidden danger that had been hidden in Yun Zhonghe's body for a long time.

The residual spiritual power of extreme cold!

Because he had borrowed power from Mu Jixue several times, more and more hidden dangers accumulated in Yun Zhonghe's body. Now that they were out of control, they not only ran rampant in Yun Zhonghe's internal organs, but some of them even tried to invade his sea of ​​consciousness.

Chapter 430: The Battle of the Gods Part 3

Yun Zhonghe’s previous chills were also due to the influence of the extreme cold.

The influence of the extreme cold made Yun Zhonghe feel very uncomfortable at this time.

In comparison, although Li Yifeng was also affected by the aftermath of the battle, his strong physique meant that he was not in any serious trouble.

But even so, both of them stood in place and performed sword skills, without the initial fighting that moved around.

My physical strength is exhausted and I don’t have much spiritual power left.

His sea of ​​consciousness continued to condense spiritual thorns, launching round after round of attacks on Li Yifeng.

This battle allowed Yun Zhonghe to raise his control over his mental power to a new level.

The spiritual thorn that could only be instantly released to the size of an iron nail can now instantly grow larger and turn into a long sword!

However, it is a bit difficult to go further and condense it into a spiritual hammer.

In order to maintain the sword formation composed of eight spiritual golden swords, and in order to suppress the spiritual power of extreme cold, Yun Zhonghe no longer has the ability to brew the spiritual hammer.

Unless he was willing to give up the defense of the sword formation, but in that case Yun Zhonghe would be instantly overwhelmed by the nine thousand waves and would have no power to resist.

The extreme cold spiritual power corrodes the bones, causing more pain than flesh wounds.

If it weren't for the influence of the extreme cold spiritual power, perhaps it would be possible to condense a stronger mental attack.

However, he could only condense his spirit and fly the long sword continuously towards Li Yifeng's sea of ​​consciousness, but he still failed to defeat Li Yifeng. Yun Zhonghe was already somewhat powerless.

Fall! Fall!

Yun Zhonghe shouted in his heart.

Li Yifeng was also gritting his teeth.

Why hasn't Yun Zhonghe been eliminated yet? What makes him still standing there?

Li Yifeng wants to win, he must win.

If he can't even defeat the weak with the strong, how can Li Yifeng compete with those who are stronger?

Pour it for me!

puff puff!

However, what responded to Li Yifeng was Yun Zhonghe's increasingly sharp spiritual sword.

hum~

The sea of ​​consciousness was in turmoil and riddled with holes. Li Yifeng could no longer hold on and knelt on one knee on the ground, his face as pale as paper.

Yun Zhonghe seemed to see hope, and immediately mobilized more spiritual swords to chop forward.

"Well……"

Li Yifeng endured the severe pain in his sea of ​​consciousness.

"It's not over yet!"

"You think you're sure to win?"

Li Yifeng roared, and the surrounding spiritual power gathered again!

The acupoints all over the body are flashing with dazzling light!

His physique has reached an unprecedented level after being tempered by essence and blood, but these flashing acupoints alone are not enough. The next moment, some of the originally dark acupoints also began to flash with light!

A blush quickly spread across his face, and Li Yifeng's face turned red!

Bang bang bang!

The sound of his heartbeat roared like an engine in the secret realm, and his momentum rose again.

"Yun Zhonghe, do you think I will lose?"

Li Yifeng tightly grasped the heavy sword, and every time he swung it, an acupoint in his body would light up. That was the door to his potential that had not yet been opened, and it was forcibly pried open at this moment.

An acupoint lit up, like the brightest star in the night sky. Then, the second sword was swung down, and another acupoint was activated, and two acupoints were opened!

"Do you think I would give up so easily?"

Three swords! Three acupoints open!

"Do you think it's that easy to surpass my height?"

"..."

Four orifices open!

……

Yun Zhonghe was really about to vomit blood.

After finally pushing Li Yifeng to this point, he actually used a secret method to temporarily improve himself.

Even if he wins, Li Yifeng will probably have to lie down for several months.

"This guy... is really tough!"

Yun Zhonghe gritted his teeth, he felt he could not stand anymore.

His body was shaky, growing colder, and his consciousness was a little hazy.

If this continues, Li Yifeng will be judged as having lost his combat ability by the secret realm spirits without any action and will be kicked out of the secret realm.

Never fall down!

Yun Zhonghe made up his mind and pierced his sea of ​​consciousness with the condensed spiritual thorns. It was an unimaginable pain, but he used it to force himself to stay awake and not let his consciousness sink.

Such an action makes people gasp. This ruthless person is so cruel to himself!

Yun Zhonghe barely managed to stabilize his consciousness and began to think.

Li Yifeng used a secret method, which also meant that this was his final burst. As long as he could hold on, victory would be his.

"Long sword!"

With a low shout, the spiritual sword burst out with brilliant light!

The long sword flew out of the air and went straight to Li Yifeng's sea of ​​consciousness!

Li Yifeng's sea of ​​consciousness shook again. After barely stabilizing himself, his spiritual power burst out and he raised his sword and slashed across!

The waves were so surging that they almost threatened to overwhelm the sword formation. A large amount of sword energy was like a wild horse running wildly, pouring towards the direction where Yun Zhonghe was.

Yun Zhonghe tried hard to defend himself, but his chest was hit by the aftermath again. His sternum snapped and broke, and blood gushed out of his mouth.

After swinging his sword, Li Yifeng half-knelt on the ground, gasping for breath.

"Fuck... this guy... is he really that fragile?"

He was about to collapse.

Yun Zhonghe can handle it better than he thought!

Brother, what's wrong with you?

Yun Zhonghe's chest was heaving violently, the pain almost made him faint. He felt like he was still standing on the field. He struggled to move his body again, controlling the sword formation that had become slightly loose while continuing to concentrate his spiritual long sword.

Li Yifeng's face was ashen. Looking at the spiritual long sword that was still charging towards him, he felt that it was a bit unreasonable.

Just how strong is this guy's mental strength?

"hateful!"

"bring it on!"

"Keep fighting!"

"See who's the last one out!"

Li Yifeng went crazy and grabbed the heavy sword again. Blood was gushing out of his seven orifices, but he still held the heavy sword tightly and danced the Thousand Waves Sword Technique desperately.

"come!"

Facing Li Yifeng's crazy attack, Yun Zhonghe gritted his teeth and roared in response. He endured the severe pain in his chest and suddenly shot out several spiritual long swords.

The battle between the two has completely lost its original exquisiteness and magnificence. It has gradually evolved from the flexible use of various skills and strength to the current simple and crude round-based contest of punches and kicks. It has completely become a direct confrontation of willpower and physical strength to see who can't bear it and fall down first.

Blood gushed out of Yun Zhonghe's mouth like a fountain, and every breath was accompanied by severe pain, but he still gritted his teeth and held on.

But gradually I felt powerless...

Time seemed to be stretched at this moment, and every second felt like a year. This lasted for about a minute. Yun Zhonghe felt that his body and mind had reached their limits, and he really could not fight anymore.

If you keep hitting me, I feel like I'll be beaten to death.

It broke out again and again, and was hit again and again.

Mutual exchange.

Even the pain was numb.

I just can't see the other person fall.

Fuck you...

Why isn't it over yet...

Both of them had the same idea.