C11 One Sword Kill

Mu Yun followed Wang Hao into another cave.

"Now you can." Wang Hao ordered Mu Yun, "Don't even think about playing tricks with me, otherwise, you will die a horrible death."

"Oh, how ugly?" The corner of Mu Yun's mouth curled up slightly. His injuries had already recovered to forty percent and he could now unleash around sixty percent of his strength. It was enough to deal with an ordinary expert at the peak of the Martial Spirit Stage.

And when he just randomly read it out loud, he was sure Wang Hao would bring him out, so he could deal with the most powerful Wang Hao first and then go back and deal with those two people.

"You're alone now, do you think you can still kill me?" With a thought from Mu Yun, Mu Yun appeared in his hand. In the dark cave, Mu Yun was still as cold as ever, unstoppable.

"Brat, you're messing with me." Wang Hao finally realized that something was wrong, and his face immediately filled with anger. He had grown up in the Divine Knife Sect, and had the protection of a demon-like brother, he could be said to be unstoppable in the sect, even some elders had to be polite to him. Now, he was actually being played around by an unknown brat, how could he not be angry.

"So what if I'm playing with you? Could it be that I can't play with you?" The smile on Mu Yun's face became even wider, "Not only did I mess with you, I even want to kill you." Mu Yun did not care who his opponent was. As long as he dared to have killing intent towards him, he must die.

"I will not cry until I see the coffin." Wang Hao's face turned ugly, his hand touched his waist, and the long blade appeared in his hand again, "You, a brat at the ninth level of Martial Spirit Stage, can even overturn the heavens. I will take your cultivation technique and your life."

"Is that so?" Mu Yun laughed in ridicule. His cultivation at the peak of the Martial Spirit erupted and the spirit energy on his body surged. Attached to the clouds, the sword blade immediately flashed with a red glow as it let out "Clang clang" sounds like a bloodthirsty Longsword.

"You, how could you possibly be at the peak of the Martial Spirit?" Wang Hao was shocked when he saw Mu Yun burst with power, and the hand holding the saber couldn't help but tighten.

What was originally a 90% sure situation, now had a huge change. This made Wang Hao feel that it was unimaginable, and at the same time, he was even more eager to learn Mu Yun's cultivation technique. Just now, Mu Yun was only at the seventh level of Martial Spirit Stage. If he knew that Mu Yun was someone at the first level of Martial Spirit Stage more than twenty days ago, he wondered what he would have thought.

"Is that so?" Are you surprised? " Mu Yun waved the cloud that was flashing with a scarlet light and hacked down on Wang Hao while he was distracted.

What Mu Yun wanted was this effect. Revealing his cultivation level so that his opponent would have a mental gap and then surprise him to attack. Being able to kill him in one hit was the best. If that didn't work, then he would have to fight.

The sword radiance swirled like thunder or lightning, bringing up a strong wind. In the blink of an eye, it arrived in front of Wang Hao.

Wang Hao's talent was actually quite good, he was already at the peak of the Martial Spirit Stage at the age of eighteen, and he even had a big brother from the Martial Profound Stage to guide him. When he felt the Longsword that was filled with killing intent hacking towards him, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he swung his sword towards the Flowing Cloud Sword.

"Clang!"

After a crisp sound, the two of them both took three steps back. This clash of force was very close and neither of them was at a disadvantage.

"He really does have some skill." Wang Hao's eyes flashed, "But it's useless. I'll let you experience my Overlord Slash."

The spiritual energy on Wang Hao's body started to rage. His clothes fluttered without any wind, and the sabre in his hand became even colder. He took a step forward and swept his sabre towards Mu Yun. The sabre's aura spread out and was tyrannical.

Mu Yun was not afraid at all, he waved his cloud and blocked the incoming attack. The red light on the sword turned orange in the blink of an eye, and it was not as dazzling as the red light. It was not as gorgeous as the red light, and it even made people feel a bit of the warmth of the sun.

With a loud boom, the point where the sword and saber clashed formed an orange and white circle of light that spread out in all directions. It struck the cave walls and even the cave seemed to shake a bit.

Wang Hao's expression was a bit ugly. He felt it the most after this exchange. The orange colored sword ray was twice as powerful as the red one before, and it even made his arm feel a little numb.

This was Mu Yun's Ninth Layer Sword's second layer — — Orange Sword.

Mu Yun's attack had gained the upper hand, so he pressed forward step by step, not giving Wang Hao the slightest opportunity to catch his breath. Mu Yun's move had gained the advantage slightly, and he pressed forward step by step, not giving Wang Hao any chance to catch his breath.

At first, Wang Hao was still able to use this opportunity to counterattack, but gradually, he was left with only the ability to defend and no longer had the strength to fight back.

"Go to hell." Mu Yun finally found a weak point of Wang Hao. He changed his sword style and went straight for Wang Hao's heart like a nimble snake.

Wang Hao was shocked. He hurriedly held his saber in front of his chest and also retreated.

"Ding!"

With a light sound, the tip of the sword touched the back of the blade. The seemingly agile Longsword contained a huge amount of power, causing Wang Hao's body to fly backwards and heavily smash into the wall of the cave.

"Cough, cough."

Wang Hao coughed violently twice as a trace of madness appeared on his face: "You forced me to do this." With a swipe of his hand, a Pill appeared in his hand.

"Berserk Dan." Mu Yun immediately recognized the Pill and immediately waved his sword. He wanted to kill it before Wang Hao could eat it, so as to avoid any future troubles.

"Hahahaha, you know what?" Wang Hao threw the Pill into his mouth and let out a series of mad laughter.

With a "pu" sound, the tip of the sword pierced into Wang Hao's chest, but only by an inch. No matter how hard Mu Yun tried, it was difficult for him to advance an inch because the sword was now firmly grasped in his hand. Blood was constantly dripping from the gaps of his fingers.

"Tsk tsk, come! Today, you will undoubtedly die." Wang Hao revealed a cruel smile, the aura on his body became incomparably violent, continuously rising, and finally broke through the Martial Spirit Stage, reaching the first level of Martial Essence Stage.

"I was still a step too late." Mu Yun quickly pulled Mu Yun back from Liu Yun and retreated more than a meter. His expression was a little ugly.

The Berserk Pill was something that practically every cultivator knew. It was a Martial Profound Stage Pill, capable of stimulating the body's potential and burning one's blood essence, allowing one to quickly raise their level in battle by several levels. However, not many cultivators were willing to consume it. After using it, one's body would be greatly harmed. The light cultivators would be weak for a period of time and would not be able to use force.

Now that Wang Hao had taken the Berserk Pellet, his cultivation had instantly jumped a whole level, and upon reaching the Martial Essence Stage, if Mu Yun wasn't injured, he could easily deal with him based on his bonus. But now, dealing with him was a bit too much for him.

"I can only try the third strike. If I don't succeed, then I'll have to wait for death." Mu Yun made up his mind. He no longer cared about the injuries on his meridians, and crazily channeled his spirit energy to gather on top of the cloud. The spirit energy on the cloud began to rage, and the orange color slowly turned yellow.

"Go to hell." Mu Yun used all his strength to lift himself off the ground. With a 360 degree rotation, he appeared in front of Wang Hao and swung his sword diagonally at Wang Hao's shoulder.

Wang Hao neither dodged nor blocked. With a "jie jie" sound from his mouth, he circulated all the spiritual energy in his body, raised his saber and swept towards Mu Yun's waist.

This exchange of attacks could be said to be ruthless. It relied on speed, and whoever was faster would win; it also involved courage. Whoever was timid and changed their moves first would lose, and the loser would die on the spot.

Mu Yun's eyes became serious. His hand movements did not change as he increased his strength by a bit. "Hua", Liu Yun cut into Wang Hao's left shoulder and sliced through his lower right abdomen without any obstruction. Wang Hao's knife also cut Mu Yun's shirt.

"My brother … Will... Report for me... "Vengeful." Wang Hao's mouth was filled with bubbles of blood as he said in an intermittent manner.

At this moment, Mu Yun's face was pale, his forehead was covered in sweat, his vest was completely wet, and his body almost stumbled and fell. Mu Yun quickly leaned on the ground and took a few deep breaths to calm his mind.

Mu Yun waved his hand and cut off Wang Hao's head. With heavy steps, he walked towards the cave where the spirit liquid pool was located.