Crossing the Cultivation Realm: Two Souls Coexist

Finally, in a collision of power, Gu Yang's broadsword cut off Qian Ruihong's other arm.

Qian Ruihong's body drew a sad arc in the air and fell heavily to the ground.

His halberd also lost its luster at this moment and fell to the side.

Gu Yang stood in place, his sword resting on the ground. Although his body was covered with scars, his eyes gleamed with victory.

However, this victory came at a huge price. His physical strength was almost exhausted, and he eventually collapsed to the ground due to exhaustion.

"Are you okay? There are pills in the storage ring. Take some to recover."

Hu Qing walked over and used his soul power to drag Gu Yang, who was lying on the ground gasping for breath, under a tree.

"Go and get Qian Ruihong's storage ring! Go!"

Hu Qing quickly flew to Qian Ruihong's side. At this moment, he was not dead yet, still had a little life, and fell into a coma.

He used his soul power to turn Qian Ruihong over, fumbled around, and pulled off all three storage rings from his fingers.

Seeing the dull halberd next to him, Hu Qing also planned to pack it up and take it away. However, he could not use the storage ring, so he could only move it bit by bit and slowly push it to the tree where Gu Yang was.

Gu Yang used up his last bit of strength to take out the pill he had snatched from Zhu Gongsheng from his storage ring, swallowed it with trembling hands, and then sat down to meditate and practice on the spot.

The people fighting in the sky also noticed something unusual. The emperor and the imperial teacher stopped and stared at Gu Yang under the tree.

"Zhu Pei, I cancel your wanted order. You are still the prince of the East Sea Kingdom. All your punishments are lifted. Let me go and kill that little thief!"

The emperor also made up his mind to kill Gu Yang. This guy was too abnormal and was constantly growing. This time he was able to defeat the seriously injured Qian Ruihong.

He was scared. The sense of crisis this time reminded him of the feeling of licking blood on the blade of a knife on the battlefield. He must not let this little thief grow up.

Zhu Pei and Zhu Mingyuan looked at each other and burst into laughter:

"Gu Wenye, Gu Wenye! Do you think I can trust you again? Once that guy recovers, it will be three against two. If I win, everything will come back to me."

The emperor looked at the two men and was so angry that his head hurt. Seeing this, the imperial teacher pretended to be kind and said:

"Then do you know how you lost your position? Look, it was that guy down there who reported you. Otherwise, how could we have shut you down so quickly?"

Zhu Pei looked at Gu Yang, not expecting that the cause and effect were still there. He hesitated. Now it seemed that once that boy recovered, he might not participate in the battle, but would reap the benefits instead.

Zhu Mingyuan's eyes were like swords, staring at the emperor and the other two, and he chuckled:

"Father, don't hesitate any longer. That emperor's son sent someone to kill his wife. It's a mortal enemy. The brother below will settle the score."

After thinking for a moment, Zhu Pei realized that this was indeed the case. In terms of hatred, no one present could surpass the emperor.

He wiped his boxing gloves and continued to block the emperor and the imperial teacher with Zhu Mingyuan, giving Gu Yang more time to recover.

The four continued to fight, like four violent storms colliding over the mountains, and every confrontation carried the power to destroy the world.

A trace of determination flashed in the eyes of the national teacher. He knew that this battle was related to his brother's survival and he could not hold back at all.

He swung his hands suddenly, and the sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds. Thunderbolts, like the wrath of the gods, struck Zhu Pei and Zhu Mingyuan.

A faint glow appeared on Zhu Pei's boxing gloves, and every punch was accompanied by a sound of breaking through the air, dispersing the thunder one by one.

Zhu Mingyuan's spear turned into rays of light and shadow, directing the thunder to the side to avoid damage. The surrounding mountains were all shattered, and rocks continued to roll down.

The emperor's sword suddenly burst out with dazzling light, and his figure turned into a shadow in the air and instantly appeared behind Zhu Pei.

Zhu Pei sensed the crisis behind him, but it was too late to react.

The emperor's long sword, carrying unparalleled sword energy, pierced Zhu Pei's back.

Zhu Pei's armor was as thin as paper under this sword. The sword energy penetrated his body and brought up a cloud of blood mist.

Zhu Pei groaned and rushed forward suddenly, trying to escape the emperor's pursuit.

But the emperor's swordsmanship was so exquisite that his long sword followed closely like a leech attached to the bone.

Zhu Pei's boxing gloves drew traces in the air, trying to block the emperor's attack, but every contact made his injuries worse.

"Father!"

When Zhu Mingyuan saw Zhu Pei injured, he was extremely anxious. He instantly increased his morale, held the silver spear in his hand to disperse the incoming lightning, and stabbed directly at the national teacher.

At this moment, a trace of determination flashed in the eyes of the national teacher, and he recited an ancient spell, and the spiritual power in his body was completely ignited at this moment.

The thunder in the sky became more violent, and the lightning bolts were like chains, trapping Zhu Pei and Zhu Mingyuan.

Zhu Pei's boxing gloves and Zhu Mingyuan's spear became sluggish under the restraint of thunder and lightning, and their bodies were firmly locked by the power of thunder and lightning.

The National Master's body became transparent at this moment, his life was burning, and his spiritual power reached its peak at this moment.

A satisfied smile appeared on his face. He knew that he had used his life to buy a glimmer of hope for his brother.

Looking at the two people who were still struggling, the National Master took out a glass jar from his storage ring, which contained a sleeping monster.

He crushed the jar, and the monster woke up and grew up instantly. Its realm continued to rise, and it soon reached the peak of the late Jindan stage, but it never broke through to the Yuanying stage.

This is a giant dragon with a rotten body and covered with black crystals. Its head has turned into bones, white flames are coming out of its eye sockets, and it is hovering in the air with its bony wings covered with spikes spread out.

"Brother, shoot your blood into the dragon's head, quickly!"

The body of the national teacher is about to dissipate, and he can only release the undead flying dragon that has not yet been nurtured. He has no essence and blood left in his body. This is the price of burning his life.

When the emperor saw this, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, but he had no time to be sad.

This was the time his younger brother had left for him with his life. He threw out a trickle of blood and dripped it into the head of the undead flying dragon.

His body turned into a stream of light and rushed to the other side of the square, where Gu Yang was healing under a tree.

The emperor's sword drew a perfect arc in the air, carrying unparalleled sword energy, and slashed straight at Gu Yang's head.

Gu Yang felt the threat of death, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, but his body was no longer able to react.

Hu Qing pushed him aside with all his strength. The sword energy brushed past Gu Yang's waist, stirring up gusts of wind. The Chao Wen Dao on his body was damaged, revealing the lining inside.

Hu Qing was hit by the sword energy, his body split into two and fell to the ground.