Just as Jiu Mozhi left, Ling Yujiu spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed on the ground. This battle with Jiu Mozhi had caused Ling Yu to suffer unimaginable injuries.
Ling Yu adjusted his breathing on the spot for a while before dragging his heavily injured body back to the small town. At this moment, he was not in a suitable state to continue on his journey.
Thus, Ling Yu rented a small courtyard in town to recover from his injuries. As for Duan Yu's safety, Ling Yu didn't need to worry about it. Duan Yu had his own fortuitous encounter.
This time, Ling Yu had to recuperate for a whole month before he could completely recover. This was because Ling Yu's body contained a large amount of snake blood essence that had not been refined.
However, what was worth rejoicing about was that this time, by absorbing the remaining essence of the snake's blood, Ling Yu's cultivation had also broken through to the peak of the pinnacle realm.
Ling Yu was confident that if he were to meet Jiu Mozhi again, he would at least be invincible even though it would be difficult to defeat him.
After this battle, Ling Yu also discovered his own shortcomings. Right now, he only had the Yi Yang Finger and the Yin-Yang Disillusionment Palm, two ultimate arts, but they were somewhat insufficient.
Ling Yu took out the Hundred-Foot Sword Scripture that he had obtained previously, as well as the Wandering Dragon Sword that Zhuo Bufan had in his hands previously. He unsheathed the sword, and a sonorous sound rang out in this quiet place. He placed the scabbard aside and carefully examined the sword in his hand. The blade was unsheathed, and it was like a pool of autumn water. It was cold and extremely sharp, and a green light flashed.
This Wandering Dragon Sword was a rare divine weapon. Since it had fallen into his hands, he should not let it be covered in dust. It was time for him to practice a sword technique.
However, the sword techniques passed down by the Duan Clan were all too ordinary. Now, Ling Yu intended to comprehend the Sword Dao within the Hundred Feet Sword Scripture and create a sword technique that was truly suitable for him.
Just like that, Ling Yu remained in the courtyard, comprehending the Hundred Feet Sword Scripture. Just like that, Ling Yu didn't eat or drink, and continued to maintain this state for more than two days.
It turned out that he had fallen into an epiphany. At this moment, Ling Yu's body was surrounded by a mysterious aura. Even the ancient tree beside him was following Ling Yu's aura, rotating between life and death.
On the morning of the third day, when Yin and Yang were rotating and everything was recovering, Ling Yu opened his tightly shut eyes. His eyes were shining brightly, as if there was a sun and moon contained in his eyes.
Ling Yu stood up with a sword in his hand and began to practice his sword technique. He slashed out with his sword, and his killing intent was dense. Traces of terrifying deathly stillness spread out.
The surrounding flowers, grass, and trees all lost their luster. An invisible sword intent had wiped out their vitality. He used more than ten sword techniques in a row, and a terrifying aura rushed into the sky. It was as if a domain of death had descended.
Streaks of gray sword Qi shot out in all directions. The killing intent within them was earth-shattering and made people's hair stand on end. For a moment, it was as if doomsday had arrived in the courtyard.
Ling Yu felt that the Death Sword Intent had already reached perfection, and he had also performed a total of 36 moves.
The last sword thrust out, and a wisp of sword Qi shot out and pierced through a big tree in the courtyard.
As the sword Qi swept past, the tree that was originally green turned yellow in the blink of an eye. The dead leaves on the tree withered.
A single sword strike had wiped out the vitality of a large tree. This kind of sword art was truly terrifying.
Suddenly, Ling Yu took a deep breath and changed his sword technique. The sword qi was like silk, dense and flexible, becoming full of vitality. The deathly stillness in the entire courtyard suddenly dissipated.
Swoosh swoosh swoosh. Streaks of sword light flashed, gentle as water, slowly moving. The strands of sword qi actually gave people an incomparably warm feeling. There was no killing intent at all. Instead, it was filled with the beauty of life and vitality.
Ling Yu had evolved his Sword Dao. The profound meaning of the two mysteries of life and death was unimaginable.
After another thirty-six sword techniques, Ling Yu put away his sword and stood there. His aura calmed down, and there was a mysterious aura circulating around him. Sometimes it was full of vitality, and sometimes it was deathly silent and deep. It was extremely terrifying.
A moment later, Ling Yu put away his sword and stood there, comprehending the sword technique from before." This sword technique has a total of 72 forms, containing the power of life and death. From now on, it will be called the Life and Death Two Forms Sword.”
Ling Yu sheathed his sword and looked at the courtyard he had lived in for more than a month." It's time to leave."”
Ling Yu rested for a day in his small courtyard. The next morning, he rode a group of horses and left the small town, heading towards Gusu City.
Although Duan Yu had encountered some dangers along the way, Ling Yu was still worried. Furthermore, Ling Yu also wanted to meet with Nan Murong and Bei Qiao Peak.
Ling Yu's current cultivation was not weaker than them. If there was anyone else in the Heavenly Dragon World who could defeat him, it would be the Three Carefree Elders and the mysterious old monk from Shaolin Temple.
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