The disciples of Beichen Sword Sect were about to draw their swords towards the sky and fight side by side with Su Yunfei to kill those brutal demon monks, but were stopped by Wuyouzi and the elders.
"This is just an illusory scene, made of thunder and lightning. Don't be impulsive!"
"But this scene is too real, I can't bear it. I want to slay demons with Su Yunfei!"
"No! Not to mention whether you can break through the sword energy blockade, even if you break through, this is Su Yunfei's thunder disaster. If outsiders intervene forcibly, it will attract divine punishment and the consequences will be disastrous."
. . With the persuasion of the elders, these disciples of Beichen Sword Sect stopped the urge to rush towards the black cloud and fight alongside Su Yunfei.
They all looked up at Su Yunfei, their fists clenched, veins bulging, their faces filled with anger and unwillingness.
"Su Yunfei kill all those demon monks!"
"You must kill them all, and we will no longer hate you from now on!"
"I apologize to you. I shouldn't have verbally abused you before. I even had the idea of setting you up secretly. I just ask you to kill them all!"
"Kill! Kill them all and avenge the death of the human race at the hands of the demon monks!"
"Although we can't fight the enemy with you, we support you spiritually! Come on!". . . Everyone was cheering and encouraging Su Yunfei, hoping that he could kill all the demon monks on their behalf.
All these words reached Su Yunfei's ears, and turned into endless motivation. He took a deep breath and used his sword to kill the endless demon monks.
When facing the human monks, Su Yunfei often couldn't make a move and had worries in his heart. But when facing the demon monks, he had no worries, only hatred!
Hate from the soul! He wielded the Chixiao Sword to his heart's content, moving as fast as the wind and lightning among the crowd. No demon monk below the emperor's realm could be his enemy with one sword, and if so, he could only stick to two swords.
He was like a demon coming out of hell, killing wantonly, more like a ruthless killing machine, and demon monks were constantly chopped into pieces.
He killed for a full quarter of an hour, blood flowed like a river, and bones were everywhere. He didn't know how many he killed. It seemed that the demon monks couldn't kill them all, and they drowned him like an angry sea.
The disciples of Beichen Sword Sect watched with excitement, and many of them shed tears, because they saw Su Yunfei was like an unyielding fighter, with firm eyes and a fight to the death. Even if his clothes were stained with blood, and even if he was scarred, he was still fighting.
"I'm completely convinced! He is a real swordsman!"
"Although I was very impulsive just now and wanted to go to heaven and fight alongside him, but facing so many demon monks, do I still have the courage to lift the sword? Maybe not!"
"The difference between us and him is not just talent."
"Su Yunfei killed well! Killed happily!"
"I'm proud of you! From now on you will be my idol!" Everyone roared and vented. Su Yunfei's unyielding fighting spirit invisibly inspired all the disciples of Beichen Sword Sect present, making them determined to do well in the future. Cultivation is not about wasting time.
Wuyouzi, the leader of Beichen Sword Sect, was extremely pleased when he saw this scene. He looked at Su Yunfei gratefully and prayed for him, hoping that he could survive this test.
Two quarters of an hour passed, and Su Yunfei was still fighting. At this moment, his eyes were bloody and his hair was bloody, and his green shirt had turned into a bloody shirt. It was unclear whether it belonged to the enemy, his own, or both.
Su Yunfei vented the anger in his heart to his heart's content. The two top mental techniques of Zixiao and Supreme Sword Sutra were running non-stop, providing him with a steady stream of energy.
But against a million monster monks, he couldn't defend himself, so he had to give up defense and attack with all his strength. This meant that his energy consumption was extremely staggering and he was almost unable to make ends meet.
By killing to his heart's content, he has fully adapted to the power of King Jingjianxiu. An hour later, he was still fighting.
At this moment, everyone was stunned and in disbelief.
"What a huge energy reserve to support such a high-intensity battle. Is he really a human?"
"A normal person would be exhausted in half an hour!"
"What a freak, but I like this kind of freak. Kill well, kill all those monster monks!".
. . . With a bang, Su Yunfei was blasted away by several demon monks in the middle stage of the Emperor Realm, and was hit hard on the ground.
puff! Su Yunfei vomited a large mouthful of blood. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and felt a heartbreaking pain that made him almost cry out.
He stood up slowly, his face half covered with messy hair, his expression cold, and his eyes getting sharper. Even if the demon monks were transformed by lightning, they all felt fear at this moment. They couldn't help but wonder who was the demon.
Su Yunfei continued to charge away, and there was another bloody storm. Corpses were scattered all over the field, and the ground was stained with blood. He didn't know how many he killed. The whole black cloud vortex glowed with blood, and there was a faint smell of blood coming towards his face.
Soon, Su Yunfei was knocked back again. Holding back the pain, he stood up and charged for the kill. He was knocked back and charged for the kill again!
Everyone was extremely shocked, and there were crystal tears on everyone's face. They knew that even in the real battlefield, Su Yunfei would be like this when facing the demon monks.
They wept for this fighter who sacrificed his life for righteousness regardless of life or death. Two hours passed. Su Yunfei was holding a sword with both hands. He was panting and weak. There were many visceral wounds on his body. His abdomen was penetrated and half of his left shoulder was cut off. Blood kept dripping. His face looked extremely pale.
The disciples of Beichen Sword Sect looked at this scene, their hearts trembled, and they were extremely worried. They clenched their fists and silently prayed for him.
puff! After spitting out a mouthful of blood, Su Yunfei wanted to rush forward again. At this moment, an unexpected and dumbfounding scene happened for everyone.
I saw that the remaining demon monks all looked extremely frightened, as if they had seen the most terrifying thing, and then their bodies exploded one after another, turning into thunder and lightning and returning to the black clouds.
They were frightened and were completely frightened by Su Yunfei's death. In twenty breaths, the remaining demon monks and the corpses on the ground, with broken limbs and blood, all exploded into thunder and lightning and dissipated.
In the whirlpool of black clouds, there was only Su Yunfei's figure standing proudly, even though this figure was extremely miserable, extremely embarrassed, and extremely weak.
But in the eyes of everyone, he looked so tall and majestic, as if standing behind him, he was not afraid of any difficulties and obstacles.
With a plop, thousands of Beichen Sword Sect disciples all knelt down. When they saw Su Yunfei's majestic back, they couldn't help but worship him and knelt down willingly.
But Su Yunfei didn't see this scene, and he didn't have the strength to watch it. He fell straight down.
"Su Yunfei!" everyone exclaimed. One breath, two breaths, ten breaths. . . For a quarter of an hour, Su Yunfei still did not get up and remained motionless.
"Su Yunfei, get up quickly! You can't just fall down like this, you still have infinite possibilities!"
"Get up! As the most amazing genius swordsman, how can you fall! The human world needs you!"
"If you're a man, get up!"
"Get up! Otherwise I will look down on you!". . . Everyone, including more than a dozen seniors of Beichen Sword Sect, all looked up to the sky and roared with tears in their eyes. They did not want to see an epoch-making genius fall like this, and even if they cursed him angrily, they would scold him back.
As if sensing everyone's call, Su Yunfei moved his fingers. In fact, he didn't fall, he was still exhausted. The eighth thunder tribulation was to help him stabilize and adapt to his realm.
He hadn't had a hearty fight for a long time, and the energy accumulated in his body had nowhere to vent. This time, he vented it all. Although the process was a bit dangerous, he still survived.
Thanks to the fact that he opened all 365 major acupoints in his body during the Breaking Mortal Mirror period, and each major acupoint is a spiritual palace, he has always had much more energy reserves in his body than monks of the same realm.
This is why he has been able to persist for so long. At this moment, Su Yunfei felt unprecedentedly relaxed. Although his body was hollowed out, he felt extremely relaxed.
He could clearly hear the roars of the Beichen Sword Sect disciples, and he was very grateful to them. At the moment when his fingers moved slightly, streams of pure energy instantly appeared in the vortex of black clouds.
This energy repaired Su Yunfei's injured body and replenished his lost energy. Su Yunfei immediately felt extremely comfortable and wanted to absorb more, but the energy disappeared after only fifteen breaths of time. This made him annoyed and felt like he had lost 100 million amethyst stones.
Su Yunfei stood up and bowed deeply to the disciples, elders, heads, and seniors of Beichen Sword Sect below.
Everyone in the audience was stunned. They thought that Su Yunfei died of exhaustion and died, but they did not expect that Su Yunfei miraculously survived.
At this moment, seeing Su Yunfei recover as before and saluting them, the disciples of Beichen Sword Sect became excited. They roared with tears in their eyes,
"Well done to Su Yunfei! Come on!"
"You are my idol!"
"Come on! You will definitely be able to survive the last thunderstorm. After you survive, you will be a truly epoch-making genius!"
"Fellow swordsman, I'm proud of you!". . . Listening to the warm encouragement below, Su Yunfei felt as if he had returned to the Shushan Sword Tomb.
"I haven't received so many cheers in the sect. The people in Beichen Sword Sect are quite good!" Su Yunfei said to himself.
Immediately, he prepared for the last thunderstorm.
"Huh ~ the last level, after passing the huge increase in strength, I am one point closer to invincibility. I can't pass it until I die!" After saying that, he glanced at Ye Qingcheng who was still in the mirror of enlightenment, and then looked at Ye Qingcheng who was still crazy in the treasure shop. Xiao Yunxi and Rongrong, who were looting, took one last look in the direction of the Shushan Sword Tomb.
He shouted: "Come on!" With a roar, a powerful pressure came instantly, and with a plop, thousands of disciples couldn't bear it and fell down.
The moment the pressure came, a huge thunder pillar the size of a house quickly condensed. The moment it condensed, it blasted directly towards Su Yunfei.
Before he could make any reaction, Su Yunfei's body was shattered.
