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The sharp edge of the Demon Saber, accompanied by a burst of sabre aura, cut through Yang Muyun's snow sword qi, and also cut through the obstructing air. It was extremely fast, and the two sides of the blade emitted a wild energy.

Yang Muyun realized at this moment. He could no longer attack Wang Luo, and the advantage of attacking had disappeared in an instant.

The sharpness of the Heaven's Might was unstoppable. He had no choice but to retreat with his sword, splitting out more than half of his true qi to block the Demon Saber.

Once again, he flipped his body over and the sword spun in the air, stabbing out from under Yang Muyun's armpits. Yang Muyun also turned around and turned around.

"Clang!" When the sword hit the Demon Saber, Yang Muyun felt a huge force and his body was pushed backwards. He could only take a few steps to stabilize himself.

But how could Wang Luo give him another chance to breathe? He also flew to Yang Muyun's side at almost the same time, and the Demon Saber fell from the sky into Wang Gu's hand as if it had a mind of its own.

"BOOM!" This time, it was the collision between the Zhen Qi and the True Qi. Yang Muyun had subconsciously held the sword in front of him, and felt the Demon Saber fiercely hacking down from above.

The impact of the collision almost caused the sword in Yang Muyun's hand to slip out of his grasp. If it wasn't for the fact that the materials required to forge the sword were extraordinary, Yang Muyun would probably have already used a piece of scrap metal.

However, this move was still hard for Yang Muyun to endure. After all, it was the full strength of a heaven's master, and wasn't so easy to defend against, especially against a powerful weapon like the Demon Saber.

He knew he was no match for Wang Luo, so he had been dodging all this time, but that one blow was too fast. Before he could even react, Wang Tong had already attacked him with all his might.

This time, he managed to withstand the attack head on. His arms were numb, and his internal organs felt as if they were overturned by a raging river. This was the result of the backlash from a moment ago.

"Pfft!" In the end, Yang Mu couldn't hold it in any longer. He felt a sweet taste in his throat as he spat out a mouthful of blood. It was obvious that he was injured.

Wang Gu looked at Yang Muyun's sorry state and knew that he was finally injured, "Young Master Yang, it's better if you don't resist anymore. It's better for you to quickly surrender, I can still give you a quick death."

"In your dreams!" Yang Muyun spat out a mouthful of blood onto the ground, but his tone was very firm.

"Alright, it seems like you are a bastard who is determined to get what you want." Wang Gu's face was a bit ugly, "Alright, then don't blame me for being merciless."

"Hu hu!" The Demon Saber danced in the air, stirring up the surrounding air and creating whistling sounds. A dim light mixed with this strong energy.

It wasn't like the murderous light that contained a trace of assassination from Cui Rong, but instead, it was a terrifying and ruthless aura, as if it wanted to tear someone to shreds.

"Yang Muyun, prepare to die." Wang Gu's toes tapped the ground as he flew over. The Demon Saber caused a violent wind to blow, and he was right in the middle of the storm. A hurricane appeared out of nowhere, causing the cold wind to roar above the Lion Ridge.

"Hualala!" The wind also blew through the dense forest surrounding the Lion's Ridge. The flickering leaves were blown off and the branches were broken off one by one. For a time, the entire area was a mess.

Yang Muyun narrowed his eyes. He was naturally able to see how powerful this move was. Moreover, he could also feel a killing intent and fear that was not easy to detect within it.

How fast was a gust of wind? It could be in a single breath, or it could be in the blink of an eye. When Yang Muyun felt danger again, Wang Luo was already three meters away from him.

A shadow of death began to envelop Yang Muyun's heart, but it seemed as if it was suddenly shattered by something, and quickly disappeared.

Three meters, in the end, was still three meters.

Yang Muyun smiled. He suddenly felt as if something had happened, but it also felt as if he hadn't encountered anything. In any case, he felt as if his soul had been blessed.

He felt a type of power, as if water had flowed into a canal, start to circulate from his inner force and guide the Upper Sky sword. On the sword's body, a little astral wind began to appear.

"..."

"Master, why am I standing here?" The young Yang Muyun still had a tender aura on his face as he stood at the windy side of the cliff, slowly walking forward with difficulty.

His master, Lin Yao, who was standing by his side, didn't move at all. There was no expression on her bedraggled face, only a pair of spirited eyes staring at Yang Muyun as she opened her mouth and said: "This is a perfect outlet, the wind here is strong and violent."

"If you want to master the Wind Sword, you must comprehend the power of the wind here. Only by knowing it and understanding it will you be able to learn how to control it and make it useful to you." Lin Yao indifferently explained as her silhouette stood in the wind, completely unmoving.

Hearing Lin Yao's words, Yang Muyun just nodded and didn't say anything more. He continued to walk forward with his head buried.

"Mu Yun, raise your head. Only by facing the fear in your heart can you become fearless. The only thing you're afraid of is yourself!" Lin Yao looked at Yang Muyun and loudly said.

Yang Muyun shivered, and slowly raised his head. Just at this moment, the wind at the mouth of the wind suddenly intensified, becoming violent and fierce. Yang Muyun's eyes showed signs of retreat, then his feet slipped and he fell onto the ground, being blown backwards by the wind.

"Sigh …" Lin Yao let out a long sigh and instantly left the place. She appeared beside Yang Muyun and picked him up. He was still a child after all.

"Master, I'm sorry, I failed."

"It's alright, let's work hard next time. Mu Yun will remember that there are no difficulties in this world and is only afraid of those who wish to. Only by cutting off the thorns that hold difficulties can you see the flowers blooming on the other side. "

The young Yang Muyun nodded. Although he didn't really understand, he still took these words to heart.

"Mm, let's go." As soon as she said those words, Lin Yao stretched out her hand. The domineering mountain wind from a moment ago immediately turned as gentle as a rabbit, as it coiled around Lin Yao's body.

"Buzz!" In a split-second, the mountain breeze dispersed between the cliffs like soft silk fabric, caressing Yang Muyun's face. For some reason, Yang Muyun suddenly smiled happily.

"..."

"Roar!" The wind howled, and the devils of hell attacked.

The pressure from the Demon Abyss Blade became stronger and stronger, but Yang Muyun wasn't affected at all and only gently smiled.

All of a sudden, he raised the sword in a strange manner, just like how Lin Yao had raised her own arm at the edge of the cliff all those years ago.