2536: C2536 It's a Horrible Sight

C2536 It's a Horrible Sight

"Puff!"

Feng Yixiu's entire body was bathed in blood. He couldn't help but spurt out a large amount of blood. The bright red color was even more shocking.

The spirit master in the Spirit Weapon was like a god. Not only did he perfectly grasp all of Feng Yixiu's techniques, he could also use even more powerful techniques.

Putting aside the fact that Feng Yixiu couldn't summon the battle spirit to fight the Spirit Weapon, even if he used all of his strength, it would still be difficult for Feng Yixiu to defeat the Weapon Spirit Master in the Spirit Weapon.

"You are still too weak. You should cultivate for a period of time before challenging me. I will keep this Sacred Weapon for you first." The white-clothed Spirit Master did not continue to attack. Instead, he turned around, leaving behind a cold and powerful figure.

"Hold on, it's not over yet..."

Although Feng Yixiu was covered in wounds and his Qi was abnormally weak, and his face was deathly pale, he still struggled to get up from the pool of blood.

The Red Bird's flame began to burn fiercely, and the scarlet-golden flame was rising crazily. Feng Yixiu's injuries were also recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Crackle..."

Feng Yixiu slowly raised his right hand. The violent lightning was roaring and condensing into a flickering lightning spear once again.

The white-clothed Spirit Master's footsteps suddenly stopped, and a faint smile appeared on her face. However, when she turned around, she returned to her usual cold and domineering manner.

"I forgot to tell you something. Once you die in the Spirit Weapon's space, it will be the same as brain death. You will also die in real life..." The white-clothed Spirit Master narrowed his eyes and warned with a serious expression.

Hearing this, Feng Yixiu's expression also became solemn. Although it was rare to hear that a battle spirit emperor died during the process of obtaining the awakening Spirit Weapon, according to the records of the Battle Spirit Realm over the years... This was not an impossible thing to happen.

Although the Weapon Spirit Master was born from the subconscious, they were individuals that possessed a completely independent will. There were some crazy fellows among them who did not care about their own lives at all.

"Why are you telling me this? Do you think you can scare me away like this? You are underestimating me too much... " Feng Yixiu frowned slightly, as if he wasn't frightened by the threat of death.

"Hehe... You sure have a tough mouth. Since you insist, then I can only fulfill your wish!"

The white-clothed spiritual master sneered and disappeared from where he stood without any warning, appearing beside Feng Yixiu as if he had teleported.

If one were to observe carefully, one could clearly see that there was a layer of invisible Lightning Spirit Robe on the surface of the spear. The condensed lightning light was unusually dense.

This was the ability of the holy spear in the white-clothed Spirit Master's hand. In an instant, his speed had increased by several times, and his strength had also been greatly enhanced.

"So fast!"

After Feng Yixiu activated the White Devil Eyes, he could barely catch a glimpse of his opponent's figure. However, his body, which had yet to fully recover, could not keep up.

No matter how slow his reaction was, he knew that the white-clothed Spirit Master had finally used the power of the Sacred Spear. However, he could not see the true ability of the awakening Spirit Weapon for the time being.

"Moon Slayer Flower!"

Everything happened in a split second. Feng Yixiu did not even see how the white-robed Spirit Lord swung the spear. A completely materialized white crescent slash had already cut off the Qiongqi wings on his back.

"Ah!"

The sudden pain made Feng Yixiu cry out involuntarily. The Qiongqi wings had merged with his body. It could be said that they were part of his body. The pain he was suffering now was no less than having his legs cut off at the same time.

"I can't take it anymore? It's still far from over..." The white-robed Spiritual Lord's gaze was serene, without the slightest hint of emotion. He raised the spear with both hands high above his head. The lightning that attracted the attention of the Spiritual Lord bloomed at this moment.

But this time, it was not only the lightning. Feng Yixiu also felt a bone-piercing cold attack. The surroundings were frozen with a thick layer of frost in the blink of an eye.

Having lost the Qiong Qi wings and the cold air entering his body, Feng Yixiu could only watch helplessly as the holy spear attacked his chest. Then, his body was sent flying. The mountain-like strength made him unable to resist at all.

This spear was the most powerful attack that could shake the entire world. The first attack alone had made Feng Yixiu's chest cave in. He had several ribs in his chest. It completely turned into powder, and a sweet taste came from his throat as he spat out a mouthful of black blood.

Feng Yixiu was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, and he didn't even have time to react. It was impossible to tell when the figure had attacked. He could only feel an even heavier strike mercilessly hitting his face.1

The terrifying strike almost made Feng Yixiu lose his consciousness. The blood and Qi in his body kept churning, and his body started to tremble uncontrollably.

However, this was far from the end. The Eight Desolations was a continuous explosive skill. Once it was used, it would not stop easily. Its speed and strength would only become more and more shocking. No one knew better than Feng Yixiu how terrifying this spear skill was.

Even when it was the third spear strike, Feng Yixiu had already completely given up on trying to catch the opponent's position. In any case, even if his eyes caught up, there was no way he could dodge it.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The white-robed Spiritual Lord's speed was getting faster and faster. Heavy attacks kept bombarding Feng Yixiu's body. Currently, no one was watching the battle. If anyone was watching, they would be able to see a magnificent lightning feast.

Ever since Feng Yixiu was sent flying into the sky, he had never had a chance to land on the ground. All he did was bounce back and forth in the sky.

The terrifying lightning light paralyzed his entire body. The bone-piercingly cold frost Qi was actually suppressing the burning of the Red Bird's flame. His recovery speed could no longer keep up with his injuries. If this continued, he was afraid that he would really be beaten to death.

The difference in strength between the two of them was too great. This was a one-sided slaughter. It was already an unimaginable miracle that Feng Yixiu was able to persist until now.

In just a moment, the white-robed Spiritual Lord had completed seven consecutive attacks. However, he suddenly stopped at the critical moment, and allowed Feng Yixiu to land freely from a thousand meters above the ground.

Although he did not make the final attack, the Eight Desolate Dragon Entwined around the Sacred Spear did not disperse. She could launch the final attack at any time.

"Boom!"

Feng Yixiu fell heavily from the sky. His vision had become blurry, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier. The Red Bird holy flame also became extremely illusory, as if it could be completely extinguished at any time.

At this moment, his entire body was in a terrible state. Other than the slight trembling of his fingers, the rest of his organs were no longer under his control.

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