Crossing the Cultivation Realm: Two Souls Coexist

In Hu Qing's perception, Gu Yang's energy was so weak that only a trace remained, and it was particularly weak.

Originally, Hu Qing thought it was because the distance was too far, but Zhu Mingyuan's aura was like a scorching sun next to Gu Yang.

It seemed that something unexpected had happened to Gu Yang. He didn't dare to delay any longer. He stretched his stiff legs and flew straight towards the two of them.

The sky was like a huge curtain, dotted with stars. The moon was covered by dark clouds, and the extremely dark surroundings were occasionally filled with the cries of birds.

Hu Qing was flying in the air, faster and faster. The biting evening wind scraped against his stiff face like a sharp knife, and the atmosphere around him became increasingly desolate and tragic.

Hu Qing felt a strange force sucking at his soul, but due to the statue, his body did not react at all.

He noticed that the surroundings were getting colder and colder, so cold that his soul was trembling.

Is it the wind?

But at this moment, there was no wind, the chirping of insects had all disappeared, even the startled birds had disappeared. It seemed extremely quiet and extremely strange.

The closer Hu Qing got to Guyang, the more confused he became. The battle waves in front of him knocked down the big trees one after another and smashed them to the ground, showing a hint of life.

After passing over a swamp, the view widened. Under the vast sky, two figures intertwined above the clouds and started a thrilling duel.

Hu Qing looked around and finally found Gu Yang on the nearby mountain wall. His limbs were all embedded in the mountain, his head was lowered, and there was blood all around him. It was obvious that he had been treated inhumanely.

He walked closer to check and found that Gu Yang was unconscious, with wounds of all sizes all over his body. The blood that oozed out made him feel thirsty. His throat moved slightly and he swallowed his saliva.

"Guyang! Guyang!"

Hu Qing tried to shout twice, but got no response. He slowly took Gu Yang out of the mountain.

The limbs are in strange orientations, and they make a "cracking" sound when moved gently.

"All of his limbs are broken. I invested two breaths of spiritual energy and expelled it all. It looks like his meridians are also broken. If he doesn't have a sixth-grade or higher elixir in this life, I'm afraid he will become a cripple."

The man sat on Hu Qing's dantian and asked Gu Yang to diagnose him bit by bit. The more he looked, the more frightened he became. This move was too cruel.

"Tsk tsk tsk, who is that old man over there? He's so vicious! Your friend is just unconscious and not dead yet, but that guy over there is about to die."

Hu Qing gently leaned Gu Yang against the tree, took off the storage ring in his hand, took out two blood-dispersing pills and fed them into his mouth.

The anger in Hu Qing's eyes grew stronger and stronger, and he turned to look at the two people fighting in the sky.

The emperor's sword drew afterimages in the air, and every time he swung the sword, there was a sound of breaking through the air, as if even the air was being torn apart.

Zhu Mingyuan's spear drew streaks of light and shadow in the air, and every time he defended himself, it seemed extremely difficult.

Although his spear skills were agile, he seemed somewhat powerless in front of the emperor's swordsmanship.

The spiritual power was constantly colliding, tearing apart the clouds that were gently blowing around.

A trace of disdain flashed in the emperor's eyes, and his sword suddenly burst out with dazzling light. His figure turned into a stream of light in the sky and instantly appeared in front of Zhu Mingyuan.

Zhu Mingyuan's pupils suddenly contracted, and he swung his spear hastily, trying to block the emperor's attack.

However, the emperor's swordsmanship was so exquisite that his sword drew a perfect arc in the air, easily bypassing Zhu Mingyuan's spear and piercing his chest.

Zhu Mingyuan's expression changed, and he quickly retreated, but his speed seemed so slow in front of the emperor.

The emperor's sword ruthlessly pierced Zhu Mingyuan's chest, and blood immediately gushed out from his wound, staining his armor red.

Zhu Mingyuan's body shook violently in the air, his silver-white spear slipped powerlessly from his hand, and his body fell from the sky like a kite with a broken string.

The emperor stood above the clouds, his sword dripping with blood. There was no mercy in his eyes, only cold murderous intent.

A black shadow passed by on the ground, rescued the seriously injured Zhu Mingyuan, gently placed him on the ground, and also fed him two blood-dispersing pills. Then it rushed into the sky towards the emperor.

"Who are you? You're not the statue from before!"

"Never mind me, today is your death day!"

Hu Qing took out the "Kan Tu" and held it in his hand, swung out a sword flower, and the familiar feeling was imprinted in his mind.

"It's my turn, it's my turn. This kind of ant is easy for you to deal with."

The man ran out from Dantian, came behind Hu Qing, put his hands on his ears, and began to impart his experience.

Hu Qing felt that he had many more memories that did not belong to him, all about swordsmanship. Ten thousand sword swings and thousands of fights all emerged in his mind.

Hu Qing injected the deadly spiritual power into the "Ni Tu", and a black phantom appeared on the long sword. After becoming familiar with some of the moves, he stabbed directly at the emperor.

The battle between the two unfolded in the air, and the long swords collided in the air, making a crisp sound of metal clashing.

Hu Qing's swordsmanship improved under the guidance of the man behind him. In front of the emperor's swordsmanship, he went from being a little powerless to being able to fight back and forth.

Each of the emperor's swords carried powerful spiritual power, and every attack made Hu Qing feel tremendous pressure.

Although Hu Qing also reached the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, his body began to crack and he obviously could not withstand any more damage.

After several collisions, the "Kan Tui" in Hu Qing's hand suddenly made a crisp breaking sound, and the sword body shattered into countless pieces under the emperor's blow.

"Hahaha, you dare to use a low-grade spiritual weapon to collide with my high-grade spiritual weapon, not to mention that the long sword you gave me was given by me, right?

Boy, I have guessed who you are. Although I don't know how you did it, as long as I kill you and get the three fragments of the holy artifact, everything will be clear. "

The emperor swung his sword and released a sharp sword energy straight towards Hu Qing's head. He used his spiritual power to advance and flew straight to the right, avoiding the sword energy.

Hu Qing was feeling very annoyed at the moment. He didn't expect that the "Ni Tu" he often used would break so easily. Now he didn't have any weapons. Was he going to fight him with his bare hands?

"Didn't you say you had a solution? What should we do now?"

Hu Qing looked at the man behind him and dodged two more sword energies while talking.

"How would I know your sword is so fragile? Didn't your friend pick up my sword last time? Look for it quickly, maybe it's still in your storage ring."

The man was also a little helpless. The body of this fool was still a little too weak. However, the body of the person below was okay. His meridians were all damaged, but he was able to practice again after taking over the body. It was really a blessing for him after all the hard work he had put in for so many years.

While dodging the emperor's sword, Hu Qing rummaged through his storage ring and finally found a gray fire stick.

He took it out, blocked the emperor's sneak attack, injected spiritual power into it, and all the dust on the fire stick disappeared, and it emitted a golden light.