Seeing this scene, Yi Yun’s express

Seeing this scene, Yi Yun’s expression changed.

Initially, it was easy for him to beat Tao Yunxiao. But after Tao Yunxiao used the blood ritual on the sinister sword, some changes occurred.

Yi Yun even felt that the surrounding Heaven Earth Yuan Qi was being pulled by that sword into a tiny black swirl.

“Master, that sword…” Up in the air, Lin Xintong frowned when she saw the sword in Tao Yunxiao’s hand.

“Oh.. that’s strange… This sword of the Tao tribal clan isn’t high in quality, and wouldn’t be considered a treasure, but… the way this sword was forged and the mystic runes inscribed on it, don’t look like they were made by humans!”

“If this was a place close to the boundaries of human civilization, then it wouldn’t be odd to have something forged from an alien race… but… this is the Cloud Wilderness and has always been the land of humans. It’s infinitely far away from those alien races. How did such a low quality weapon reach the Cloud Wilderness?” Old man Su did not know but at this time, Tao Yunxiao’s aura was beginning to rapidly grow!

Tao Yunxiao’s lips were painted with fresh blood, under the sword beam of the female sword, he looked ferocious.

“Yi Yun, take an attack from me!”

Tao Yunxiao’s body rose and having activated the ancestral artifact’s energy, Tao Yunxiao was no longer the same as before!

The female sword’s speed was at its limits

“Huh!?” Yi Yun constricted his pupils and in a moment, Tao Yunxiao’s sword was before his eyes!

Although Tao Yunxiao’s swordplay had flaws, but as the saying goes that there was no way of beating a fast move, Tao Yunxiao’s speed was at its maximum, so even if he had flaws, Yi Yun could not use them against him!

Because in terms of speed, Yi Yun was worse than Tao Yunxiao!

Yi Yun felt like Tao Yunxiao with his ancestral artifact had turned into a demon. This sword was giving him energy! What Tao Yunxiao was using wasn’t his own body’s energy, but the energy of the demonic sword.

“Cha!”

Yi Yun dodged Tao Yunxiao’s sword, but the sharp wind that accompanied the sword cut open Yi Yun’s linen shirt!

“Chi!”

A light song rang. The crowd could hear it clearly.

“He got struck!”

The crowd yelled. They could see a foot long hole appear on Yi Yun’s arm. His left sleeve had been cut off.

“No, it’s just the sword’s wind. Yi Yun isn’t injured.”

Although Yi Yun had not been cut, Tao Yunxiao’s sword having accomplished this made the people of the Tao tribal clan extremely excited.

“Young master Yunxiao is sure to win!”

“Kill that kid!”

The people of the vast wilderness were crude. As for the people of the Tao tribal clan, especially the hot-blooded youths, they did not want the tribe to be overshadowed by Yi Yun, and also, they were extremely jealous of Yi Yun.