Aiming for the Immortal Path

After saying this, Xu Yang began to murmur secretly in his heart, and his eyes flashed coldly, unable to hide his deep resentment and hostility towards Su Twelve.

"Damn guy, you dare to covet my Wuchen Sword! If you fail later, I'll see how you end up!"

Although the Wuchen Sword has not fallen into his hands, it has been marked by him as belonging to him. In his heart, it is already something that belongs to him.

Even...he had already thought that when he returned this time, he would try to find another opportunity. No matter what the price is, this Wuchen Sword must be traded.

Now, in his eyes, Su Twelve's actions were tantamount to coveting what he had.

How could he bear this!

Su Twelve didn't pay attention to the attention of the people behind him or the old man's thoughts.

Standing in front of the stone table where the Wuchen Sword was, he did not act in a hurry, but looked at the formation mask in front of him.

Recalling in his mind the scenes of Xu Yang trying to absorb the Flying Whisk just now, Su Twelve silently learned and summarized the experience and lessons from it.

"First, he spent a lot of real energy to save people, and then he forcibly broke the formation mask. Then he was caught off guard and was injured by the sword energy of the Wuchen Sword."

"This formation condenses into a defensive light shield. There are not many other possibilities except forcefully breaking it."

"But after the formation is broken, the Wuchen Sword cannot be taken by force. Maybe... you can try to take it with gentle strength."

After just stopping for a moment, Su Twelve's eyes flashed.

The next second, he suddenly raised his hand.

"Great Brahma Holy Palm!"

A low shout was like a muffled thunder exploding in the cave.

As the voice echoed, the true energy in Su Twelve's body surged, like a hundred springs converging, all pouring into the palm of his hand.

In an instant, Su Twelve's hand glowed with golden Buddha light. With Xu Yang's warning in mind, with this palm, Su Twelve channeled his true energy into his move.

It also calculates the level of skill required to accurately break the formation.

The Thirteen Skills of Palm Luck

With great power, he slapped the stone table's defensive light shield hard.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, the formation only remained deadlocked for a moment before the light shield shattered.

After shattering the defensive light barrier with one palm, Su Twelve continued to reach down and grab the Wuchen Sword that looked like a whisk on the table.

Before his palm fell, the whisk on the table seemed to feel something, trembled slightly, and flew out of the air with a whooshing sound.

The same performance and reaction are generally the same as when Xu Yang took them before.

But just a second before the whisk flew into the air, and the moment when the mask of light almost shattered, Su Twelve put out both hands, and the palms of both hands were gently swaying in the air.

Accept the righteous energy of heaven and earth, gather the true energy of the body, transform the universe into infinite, and become the power of Tai Chi.

Waves of breeze suddenly rose and swept through the entire cave.

In an instant, the fierce force in Su Twelve's palm disappeared without a trace, and was replaced by waves of soft force.

Qi is like waves, energy is like tide.

Between the two palms, the invisible breath condenses into a ball, generating a steady stream of suction.

With Su Twelve as the center, a ten-foot-wide space is under control.

The Wuchen Sword shot out of the air, and under the influence of this force, its direction was unknowingly changed before it could stabilize its body.

In the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Su Twelve.

Su Twelve looked calm and indifferent, silently gathering energy.

Easily, he grabbed the whisk in his hand.

However, the moment he grabbed the whisk, the thousands of silk-like filaments of the whisk in his hand all stretched straight.

A flash of light flashed by, and the whisk's true form appeared, turning into a half-black handle about seven inches long.

Half white flying sword.

The flying sword appeared, and its softness was greatly reduced. Instead, a strong and soft sword intention rushed out.

"boom!"

Under the impact of the sword intention, the Tai Chi profound power stimulated by Su Twelve Yun Zhenyuan was directly destroyed.

The remaining sword intent was attacking in all directions.

One of the sword lights passed through Su Twelve's shoulder easily, leaving a striking sword wound.

Su Twelve's body trembled, and the pain on his shoulders spread all over his body. Countless sword energy as thin as hair, astonishing as a hair, wreaked havoc in the meridians in his body along with the bursts of pain.

The shocking pain also made Su Twelve's face become extremely pale, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

At this moment, what he held in his hand seemed not to be a flying sword, but a wild horse, a powerful dragon or snake.

The 'Dragon' struggled hard, and its power continued to increase suddenly, as if it might escape at any time.

In order to grab the Wuchen Sword, Su Twelve had no time to think too much, let alone the fact that his own meridians were injured by the sword energy. He immediately mobilized the true energy in his body frantically and tightly held the Wuchen Sword in his hand.

He allowed the Wuchen Sword in his hand to struggle, but showed no sign of letting go.

As a result, the sword kept releasing terrifying sword energy, like a rushing wave, attacking Su Twelve's body.

Especially the wound on the shoulder that was penetrated was the target of the most sword energy.

Blood flowed gurglingly, but in the blink of an eye, Su Twelve was covered with sword wounds, as if he was a bloody man.

This appearance looks extremely miserable.

But a pair of eyes exuded a firm gaze, and the hand holding the sword never let go.

However, no matter how firm his eyes were, the increasingly faint breath was still enough to show that at this moment, he was completely relying on a

Willpower persists.

Seeing this scene, the seven people from the Huanyan Realm not far away who had not yet left could not help but take a breath and look horrified.

I don't quite understand Su Twelve's crazy behavior.

Li Piaoyu's eyes widened, and she turned to Li Piaoyue and sighed: "This... this guy, isn't he crazy?!"

Li Piaoyue shook her head gently, staring at Su Twelve's figure with cold eyes, "No, this person is really smart, and his vision is very vicious."

Li Piaoyu was slightly surprised, "Huh? What did Sister Yue say?"

"The Secret Treasure Pavilion has a special formation. Once the Wuchen Sword is released, the formation can be mobilized to activate more powerful attack methods."

"If he lets go, even if he doesn't lose the opportunity, he won't have any hope anymore. But in his hand, with the true energy blocking him, this Wuchen Sword cannot use the breath of the formation, and the power it can exert is limited."

"In this case, as long as you persist, you may be able to tame this sword."

Li Piaoyue continued to speak.

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Yang, who was watching and adjusting the injury, pursed his lips and said, "To tame this sword? Just rely on him?"

"The power of this sword is not only due to the formation of the Secret Treasure Pavilion. This dust-free sword has absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and the essence of the sun and moon for thousands of years. It is about to take shape. At this moment, it is the strongest and most amazing sword in it. when."

"With my strength, even if I wasn't injured due to carelessness beforehand, and I didn't lose my true energy by saving Junior Brother Qin, I can't say that I can definitely defeat this sword based on my own strength."

"I'm afraid... we have to use the Japanese Seal Forbidden Style to have any hope!"

"But he...hum!"

A light flashed in his eyes, and Xu Yang spoke firmly.

Hearing this, the few people who had not spoken yet nodded their heads.