Chapter 560: Flaws, Maneuvers, Counterattack, Defeat Xingxu,

"I remember that when I lost to Junior Brother Ci Song at the Fenglin Peak last time, Junior Brother said something that I still remember vividly. Junior Brother said at that time that all the spells of the Yin-Yang family were useless to you. After the defeat, I thought that maybe the spells I learned were too low-grade, and coupled with my own weak strength, I made a fool of myself in front of Junior Brother."

Then Xingxu raised both hands at the same time, slowly formed seals in front of himself, and then began to draw spells. Purple light kept flickering between his fingers. As his fingers danced, those flickering purple starlights were like living things, like scrolls, wandering between his hands, and those spell symbols were like living things jumping between his fingers.

"So after returning home, I learned a new spell from the elders at home, and kept practicing, which was also considered an entry."

"This spell is called the Fengxie spell, Junior Brother Ci must be careful."

Xingxu's voice was light, and his hands suddenly pushed forward, and a round spell like a living thing flew towards Ci Song.

Ci Song saw this, his face showed a solemn expression, but a flash of pleasure flashed in his heart. All the spells of the Yin-Yang family were no different from pure talent for him now.

Ci Song raised his hand to touch the jade pendant on his waist, holding the Han Guang Sword in his hand, and a strong sword intent was released from Ci Song's hands, and the black and white dragons lingered in Ci Song's arms again.

"Zongheng Bihe."

The black and white dragons merged into the Han Guang Sword and the Shui Han Sword respectively, and then Ci Song jumped up and rushed straight to the Xingxu above. Now he only had 20% of his talent left, but this 20% of talent was only enough for him to perform the move of Zongheng Bihe.

Unlike the unstoppable offensive of Zongheng, the move of Bihe lies in change. Bi is open, and He is closed. It can be open or closed, attack or defend. It is unpredictable and unpredictable.

The foundation of this move lies in the control of the talent of heaven and earth and the vertical and horizontal swordsmanship. Ci Song's two swords are constantly swinging, and endless sword light interweaves from his two swords. The swinging of the two swords seems to tear open the space, revealing countless afterimages that are either in the distance, inside, or in the past. Those afterimages are either performing vertical and horizontal sword moves or performing bihe sword moves, changing constantly and difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake.

"Junior Brother Ci, my Yin-Yang family's spell has locked you at the moment of release. Even if you have transformed into so many phantoms, the Fengxie spell can still lock your real body, and you still can't avoid this move."

Xingxu's voice sounded in Ci Song's ears. As he finished speaking, those wandering spell symbols seemed to be alive, and instantly rushed into a residual image. Then Ci Song showed his true body, and the purple air instantly enveloped Ci Song. Then, lines of spells began to spread rapidly on Ci Song's arms.

Those spells were like living things, wriggling on Ci Song's skin, emitting a faint purple light. This naturally included Ci Song's face. The wriggling spells on his face made Ci Song look a little more evil.

"Junior Brother Ci, you are defeated. Fengxie spell, destroy."

The talent was condensed in Xingxu's palm, and then he suddenly clenched his fist, and a smug smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Anyone who was hit by the Fengxie spell would instantly lose control of his talent and lose his combat power as long as he activated this spell, and the spell would continue to devour the soul, talent, and then the dantian, meridians, and finally die completely. This spell is the highest-level spell that Yin-Yang School disciples can access. Although it is not as terrifying as the Saint's Curse, it is also extremely vicious.

"Junior Brother Xingxu, it seems that the lesson you learned at the top of Fenglin is not enough."

Ci Song, whose half of his face was covered by the spell, showed a smug smile on his face, and Ci Song's actions did not stop as Xingxu expected.

Xingxu immediately realized that something was wrong. When he was about to raise his hands to cast a spell, his hands were instantly frozen by an extremely cold air. Then the extremely cold air that froze his arms turned into two streams that continued to extend from his shoulders and instantly spread throughout his body.

He looked down in shock and saw a smile on the corner of Mo Yao's mouth as she played the flute. That smile was somewhat similar to his own proud smile just now.

At this time, Ci Song and the countless afterimages behind him had come to Xingxu, "vertical and horizontal."

Xingxu was instantly enveloped by Ci Song and the phantom. Countless sword lights intertwined, completely surrounding Xingxu. This move of vertical and horizontal swords was unpredictable and uncertain. Ci Song's countless afterimages seemed to have turned into countless clones, completely surrounding Xingxu. Those sword lights kept flashing, or slashing, or stabbing, or slashing horizontally, or twisting straight. Under the release of endless sword lights, Xingxu's originally indifferent expression finally became ferocious. In just a breath of time, his body was covered with sword wounds.

"Break it for me."

In Xingxu's palms, a destructive force continued to gather. His expression became more and more ferocious. An extremely terrifying aura was constantly released from his body, instantly breaking the shackles of the cold air. The destructive power in his palms continued to spread to the surroundings. At this time, he clearly felt that the power of Ci Song and the sword shadows around him was also constantly getting stronger.

"Not good."

Xingxu's face finally changed drastically. He watched with his own eyes as the spell on Ci Song's face began to gradually dissipate, and then turned into talent and was absorbed by Ci Song.

"Senior Brother Xingxu, I have said that the Yin-Yang family's spells are ineffective against me."

Xingxu heard Ci Song's voice again, and then saw Ci Song holding the sword with both hands and stabbing forward suddenly. This sword, like piercing the sky, instantly pierced Xingxu's chest.

"How is it possible?"

Xingxu looked at Ci Song in disbelief. He couldn't understand why Ci Song was immune to Fengxie's spell. Yin Yang Family had been passed down for thousands of years, and had never met anyone who was immune to Fengxie's spell. But Ci Song in front of him not only did not lose his fighting power instantly after being cursed as he expected, but also broke his spell, and even became Ci Song's tonic, replenishing his talent?

"No."

Xingxu's eyes flashed with reluctance, but at this moment, he was powerless to save the situation. He saw the rich purple talent around him instantly separated into black and white, and then dissipated instantly, and then his body fell from mid-air and landed on the high platform.

Xingxu covered his pierced chest with both hands, and spurted out a few mouthfuls of blood. He looked up at Ci Song not far away. At this moment, Ci Song also fell back to the ground, panting. The Wenyun Orb that was originally floating beside him also completely lost its light at this moment, turning into dust and dissipating in the air.

Ci Song adjusted his breath, looked at the seriously injured Xingxu, and said: "Brother Xingxu, all is fair in war, and the principle of using the opponent's strategy against him is the simplest. Han Tuo was a ready-made example."

The sword he struck through Xingxu's chest on the right side. For ordinary people, this blow is enough to be fatal, but for Xingxu, whose literary cultivation has reached the level of a literary master, although it is a serious injury, he only needs to recuperate before he can be cured.

Just when Ci Song breathed a sigh of relief and was about to sigh at the difficulty of victory, he suddenly saw a hint of madness in Xingxu's eyes.

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