Black Death Mou's blade had mutated. Not only was the blade covered with disgusting eyes, but the horizontal blades had also increased the attack range.
Especially the move he was using now, Moon Breath. The Form Eight Moon Dragon Wheel Tail was a horizontal slash with a large area of effect.
The huge sword aura almost covered the entire street from left to right. At the same time, it also sealed off all the possible hiding places for Yang Lei.
In addition, the breath of the moon was the first derivative breath of the initial breath of the sun, and it might even be more powerful than the other basic breaths.
As a result, Black Death Mou's sword qi was covered with small crescent-shaped sword qi, which could cause even more terrifying damage.
Because of Black Death Mou's blade, his sword energy had changed. The small crescent-shaped sword energy had also become bigger.
In short, he had finally shown his true ability, which was equivalent to acknowledging Yang Lei as an opponent.
Normally, Yang Lei only had one option left.
However, he did not do so.
Yang Lei even chose to charge forward instead of retreating, and actually bumped head-on into it.
His vision had been completely blocked by Black Death Mou's attack, but Yang Lei pulled out the scabbard at his waist and forcefully put a part of the hilt into the scabbard, making a posture of holding the saber with both hands.
The level-eight Willow Lifting Saber was actually a single-handed saber technique, but the level-eight sect had another saber technique called the Spring and Autumn Saber.
The Spring and Autumn Saber was actually similar to the Green Dragon Crescent Saber. It was a long weapon that was more suitable for battlefield and horse battles.
At this moment, Yang Lei was barely able to use this method to turn the long saber in his hand into a two-handed long saber. With a wave of his hands, he raised it diagonally from bottom to top.
"Clang."
Sparks flew everywhere as Yang Lei managed to find an opening in Black Death Mou's attack.
Immediately after, Yang Lei rushed over and changed the direction of his blade. He then gathered the strength of his hands and slashed down fiercely.
As mentioned before, Bajiquan did not have any fancy moves, but was mainly domineering.
Retreat?
Yang Lei's life motto was that there was no escape. If there was no room for escape, then he would kill his way out.
Just like that, he broke through Black Death Mou's seal and rushed to the front of him, slashing down.
This time, it was different from the previous Willow Lifting Saber. The Willow Lifting Saber should be better at defense.
On the other hand, the Spring and Autumn Great Saber displayed the dominance and boldness of a level eight sect to the extreme. Yang Lei did not play around with Black Death Mou. His goal was very simple, which was to kill you with one slash.
Black Death Mou opened his eyes wide. Actually, he had entered a special state, which was to see through the world.
Now, in Black Death Mou's eyes, he could easily see through the overall structure of any living creature, including Yang Lei's blood flow, and even the oxygen flow in his body through his lungs.
However, what surprised Black Death Mou was that Yang Lei actually didn't know any breathing techniques. He didn't need to take a deep breath to enter the so-called full concentration. Yang Lei even held his breath during the battle.
However, the power he displayed was far beyond imagination.
Why?
Black Death Mou could see that there was a mysterious power flowing through Yang Lei's body from his abdomen. That was the true source of Yang Lei's power.
It was different from the breathing technique. It was the mental cultivation technique of a level eight sect, similar to the internal energy in martial arts novels.
Through Yang Lei's muscles, Black Death Mou could tell that there were no other changes to this move. He only wanted to slash at his body.
Black Death Mou snorted coldly. How could such a simple action threaten him?
However, Black Death Mou suddenly realized that although his reaction speed was fast because he was in the state of penetrating the world, everything else seemed to be in slow motion.
But in reality? Yang Lei's speed wasn't slow. Although this slash didn't have any fancy moves, it was extremely simple and unadorned. It combined speed and strength perfectly. It was already too late for him to dodge sideways and counterattack.
Helplessly, Black Death Mou had no choice but to retreat.
"Boom!"
The ground shook. Yang Lei's strike was not a sharp blade, but a hammer smashing into the ground. The ground under his feet was shattered by him, and cracks quickly spread to the surroundings.
Black Death Mou frowned deeply. Even he might not be able to withstand such a terrifying power.
However, while he was retreating, Black Death Mou had already retracted his long saber and swung it forward again while Yang Lei was still using his old moves.
Breath of the Moon Form Seven, Disaster Mirror. The moon shone.
"Swoosh swoosh."
A wave of Saber Qi shot out from Black Death Mou's hand, heading straight for Yang Lei's face.
The battle between the two had always been ever-changing. At this moment, Yang Lei had yet to raise his saber and was in danger of being hit.
Suddenly, Yang Lei stomped on the ground.
"Boom!"
Bajiquan had always had the reputation of 'shaking the sky with a swing of his arm, shaking the nine provinces with a stomp'.
Generally, Bajiquan rarely used its feet to attack. The reason was that ancient martial arts emphasized the stability of the lower body. It would never deliberately raise its legs like Taekwondo. That was a performance.
Real ancient martial arts would never raise their feet above the chest. That would be too much of a flaw.
Especially Bajiquan. The so-called stomping of the feet generally had four functions, namely: One, it can help the fist momentum, two, it can strengthen the foundation, three, it can increase the power, four, it can attack the lower body.
At this moment, Yang Lei stomped his foot and the entire street was destroyed even more thoroughly.
Even the ground in front of Yang Lei was churning. Starting from him, the ground even lifted the floor tiles and rushed towards Black Death Mou like a wave.
When Black Death Mou's sword qi arrived in front of him, the two forces collided. With a boom, it was as if a bomb had been buried here. Neither of them could do anything to the other.
In fact, Yang Lei had the advantage in strength. He was a latecomer, and he couldn't use his full strength like Black Death Mou. He might not be able to use 100% of his strength in a hurry.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yang Lei put away his saber and stood up. Only then did he adjust his state and posture.
Black Death Mou didn't chase after him anymore. He knew he had lost his chance.
The two of them looked at each other under the night sky.
At this moment, both of their expressions were extremely serious and solemn.
Black Death Mou had to admit that Yang Lei's strength was beyond his imagination. This ghost, who had almost no blood of Ghost Dance Shi Wucai, might be a special case.
" You're very strong." Black Death Mou no longer looked down on Yang Lei. Instead, he acknowledged his strength.
Yang Lei had to admit that the Black Death Mou had not lived for hundreds of years in vain. He had almost cultivated the Breath of the Moon to the limit, as well as the corresponding sword skill.
Even though Yang Lei was called a rare genius by his grandfather, Black Death Mou had cultivated for hundreds of years and was one of the few people who had reached the level of penetrating the world.
He was definitely not that simple.
However…
" I didn't pay much attention to the sword skills in this world before," Yang Lei said." But now it seems that you can use breathing techniques to make the sword skills stronger. Perhaps I can release my internal strength to increase its power."”
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