Above all spirits

Chapter 492 We Lost (Take a short break during National Day holiday)

otherwise.

Did they really think that ordinary ice elemental power, even if it rose to the level of rules, could trap a virtual beast that also possesses the power of the rules of illusion and reality for thousands of years? Could it allow the power left behind by Huang Wu Hui's true form to remain for "a thousand years" while Huang Wu Hui's true form was asleep? Although it was just an estimate.

That was the power of extreme ice that Huang Wu Hui had absorbed from all other elemental forces. Its characteristic was freezing, enough to freeze space, and it was even rumored to have touched time.

At this moment, Huang Xiaoyu was quietly transforming into the extreme metal power that had been absorbed by an element.

As for the power of extreme ice.

Huang Xiaoyu was still self-aware. No matter how much she admired Huang Wuhui, she knew that was the late stage. What use was the extreme ice power in the early stage? Just kidding, didn't you see that even Gu Yun couldn't be frozen?

A burst of golden light!

Confidence boosted!

"Qiang!"

The crisp, clear sound of the strike was pleasant to the ear.

But it did not bring Huang Xiaoyu any sense of comfort.

Instead, it cast a shadow over the hard-won confidence.

Because she knocked the knife out of Gu Yun's hand.

At the cost of losing his magical treasure, Gu Yun managed to dodge the sword strike.

Incomprehensible.

This means that the situation has once again slipped out of Huang Xiaoyu's control.

After the previous encounters.

Huang Xiaoyu concluded that the longsword in Gu Yun's hand was not a spiritual treasure of the same level as her own sword. Several times she could feel that after the sword and blade clashed, a small nick appeared on Gu Yun's longsword, which she felt was of the grade of a one- or two-pattern spiritual treasure.

But I am a precious four-patterned spiritual treasure!

The number of spirit patterns on a spirit artifact can indirectly reflect the materials used in its forging.

Given such a large gap.

If it's an open confrontation.

The sharpness of the [Sharpness] of the Extreme Gold Power is enough to physically cut through Gu Yun's longsword.

Huang Xiaoyu's original plan was to use this opportunity to catch Gu Yun off guard.

But now.

Everything has changed.

"Your sword seems a little different."

A sentence drifted out of Gu Yun's mouth in a low voice.

What Huang Xiaoyu didn't know was...

Because the death energy of the [Return to Silence] property erodes everything, it not only gives Huang Xiaoyu a headache, but Gu Yun himself also feels a bit troubled. Therefore, Gu Yun is more aware of the state of the longsword than Huang Xiaoyu.

Although he didn't know what kind of power Huang Xiaoyu planned to use to destroy his magical treasure, based on the previous times, Gu Yun didn't doubt whether she could do it.

The words have not yet fallen.

Gu Yun then took out a dagger from his spatial ring, his movements still clean and swift, maintaining his advantage of striking first.

The purple-gold magic surged once more, and a flash of cold light from the blade aimed straight for Huang Xiaoyu's throat like a falling star.

Huang Xiaoyu's expression changed drastically. He staggered backward and hastily parried with his sword, completely losing the posture of wielding a sword.

At the same time, ice crystals covered her arms as armor.

"clang."

There was a loud bang.

Huang Xiaoyu's hand holding the sword trembled violently, and the ice armor that had just solidified shattered like fireworks.

Her chest heaved violently, and a trickle of black blood seeped from her nasal cavity; the force of the stab had damaged her internal organs.

How could someone possess such terrifying physical strength?

Having used his power: Huang Xiaoyu, who was in the Supreme Golden Body, could not perceive the difference, but at this moment he could feel it very clearly.

Gu Yun did not use his powers.

Racial talent alone?!

Isn't the Shadow Demon race's racial talent, the Hollowfication, a useless ability?

Is he a half-Asura?!

"clang!"

Gu Yun swiftly closed in, raised his hand, and swung his sword upwards, deflecting Huang Xiaoyu's longsword that was held in front of him.

The main gate was suddenly wide open.

Her full breasts and slender waist are on full display.

Unfortunately, there was no one to appreciate this beautiful scenery.

Only merciless purple flames rose between Gu Yun's indifferent blood-red eyes.

He immediately raised his leg, ready to kick.

He showed absolutely no pity or tenderness towards women.

Knowing that she could only withstand the next wave of attacks head-on, Huang Xiaoyu's composure vanished, replaced by a morbid madness.

She humiliatingly unleashed her power once more: the Supreme Emperor's Golden Body. Without the Supreme Emperor's Golden Body's blessing, she would likely have been seriously injured as a result.

But I don’t know why.

After meeting Gu Yun's gaze, Huang Xiaoyu even lost confidence in the Extreme Emperor Golden Body that the Extreme Emperor Demon Clan was so proud of.

She only felt that suffocating feeling when facing beings of a higher status.

She realized she was going to lose.

Do not!

She can lose!

But you absolutely cannot let your carelessness cause problems in front of everyone!

Such a humiliating defeat!

If she had considered that Gu Yun might have mastered elemental transformation, she wouldn't have suffered such a series of defeats!

If I could do it all over again!

She can win!

Huang Xiaoyu could no longer maintain her previous arrogant demeanor and roared angrily.

"If you dare to harm me, the Imperial Palace will surely..."

"cough!"

The words have not yet fallen.

Huang Xiaoyu felt as if her throat was filled with gushing blood, rendering her unable to utter a sound.

The unprecedented abdominal cramps caused Huang Xiaoyu's face to contort, even though this was under the influence of the Supreme Golden Body.

"boom!"

Nothing could stop Gu Yun's kick.

This kick.

It shattered any illusions Huang Xiaoyu might have had.

Magic Limitless Second Solution (increases skill damage) + Double Battle Spirit (increases base attack power) + Magic Might (penetrates defense) + Yin Yang Life and Death Diagram's [Return to Silence] trait (inflicts true damage + healing reduction) + Death Qi (abnormal damage) + Dark Force (additional fixed damage)!

What does it mean to deliver a kick that damages beyond the heavens?

And this is not the limit!

There's still room for improvement in its powers.

But even so.

This was no longer something Huang Xiaoyu could bear.

While it wouldn't be an instant kill—even Mu Wu had a trump card to save his life, not to mention Huang Xiaoyu—Gu Yun didn't really intend to kill her, but making Huang Xiaoyu incapacitated for a short time was still within his grasp.

Although Yue watched this scene with great excitement from afar, for some reason, her own abdomen also started to hurt.

That kick felt so familiar.

The air was compressed, creating a sonic boom cloud.

It has not yet reached the body.

The ice armor that had instantly formed on Huang Xiaoyu's chest had begun to crack.

"boom!"

It was accompanied by the cracking sounds of shattering ice and breaking bones.

The graceful figure plummeted like a cannonball, carving a prominent furrow in the forest below and raising clouds of dust that churned and surged.

This scene made all the demons watching swallow hard, wondering what would happen if they were kicked like that, and all the demons secretly resolved never to engage Gu Yun in close combat.

Gu Yun stood still in the air, without continuing the pursuit.

Because he sensed that several extraordinary figures were already lurking around Huang Xiaoyu.

It can't be called hidden.

Otherwise, Gu Yun wouldn't have noticed it immediately.

It's as if it's warning itself to stop here.

When the smoke and dust cleared.

Huang Xiaoyu coughed twice, gritted his teeth, stuck his longsword into the ground as a crutch, and barely managed to prop himself up.

She tried to stand up, but the intense tearing pain from her internal organs and the still-repairing broken bones forced her to kneel on one knee.

Her delicate body trembled slightly.

Large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The once magnificent clothes were now riddled with cracks, revealing skin stained with bruises and dust.

Uncontrollably, drops of blood trickled from the corner of his lips.

The cold, dark red plum blossoms bloom on the ground.

she was.

Lost.