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Chapter 174: Watching the Battle at Forbidden Ridge

Qin Ming left Jialing City and rode on the Silver-Winged Frost Bee back towards Wangyue Island.

It flew in the air for about half a day.

Suddenly.

His powerful divine sense detected that a large number of monks were gathering a few miles away.

There is an undulating mountain range there, and a bluestone Great Wall was built on the nearby mountains. It winds and stretches like a long dragon entwined between the mountains.

Qin Ming originally wanted to leave directly, but perhaps when he heard the topics discussed by those monks who had rushed over, he suddenly became interested.

He immediately put the silver wing into the spirit beast bag, and his breath-concealing technique revealed his cultivation level at the initial stage of foundation building. Then he casually stopped a cultivator at the late stage of Qi training and asked him questions.

The cultivator in the Qi training stage was controlling the magic boat and flying quickly towards the gathering place, but he was stopped by someone unexpectedly.

A trace of anger flashed in his eyes, but when he realized that the magical power emanating from the other party was far greater than his own, a smile reappeared on his face.

"Hehe! Senior, what advice do you have for me?" The Qigong cultivator smiled and bowed respectfully to Qin Ming.

He looked at the bearded man in front of him with a face full of flesh, and cursed his bad luck in his heart, and was immediately frightened.

Qin Ming pretended to be profound, snorted coldly and asked: "Humph! Why are you running? Is my family that scary?"

"Tell me what happened up ahead. If you don't satisfy me, I'll break your legs!"

The cultivator in the late Qi training stage was so frightened when he heard this that he trembled all over. He quickly replied honestly, "Reporting to the senior, today is the day when Linghu Yang and Wei Wuya, the first swordsman of Wei State, are scheduled to compete. In a while, the two will start the duel at the Forbidden City Ridge. Many cultivators are rushing to witness this once-in-a-century event."

"The younger generation is also rushing to join in the fun."

Qin Ming was stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect that it was about Wei Wuya.

"Hey! Tell me again, who is that Linghu Yang? How dare he challenge Wei Wuya?"

"Ah? Don't you know? Linghu Yang is the hermit who has been in the limelight recently. With his perfect foundation building, he defeated the False Dan Patriarch and became famous in the Wei Kingdom's immortal cultivation world."

Qin Ming frowned and thought about it. It seemed that he had heard people talking about this person when he was in Canghai Fairy City, and he had some impression of him.

'No wonder he dared to challenge Wei Wuya, it seems he has some strength.'

"Okay, get out of here now?" Qin Ming said in a muffled voice.

The Qigong cultivator felt as if he had been pardoned after hearing this, and left in a sweat.

"What a damn bad luck! Is it not suitable to travel today? How could I meet such an evil star? Fortunately, the other party is not a wicked person, otherwise I would be miserable."

……

Qin Ming looked at the direction where the monk left and thought to himself: "It's quite interesting~"

"Then I'll just go and see the Wei Kingdom's cultivation world. What is the ceiling of the foundation-building period?"

Thinking of this, Qin Ming also flew towards the Forbidden Ridge.

After a stick of incense.

Qin Ming arrived at the scene where the fight was about to begin. The Forbidden Ridge was already crowded with people and very lively.

"Who do you think will win this battle?"

"Need I say more? Of course it's Linghu Yang! He is the peerless genius who can defeat the Fake Dan Patriarch and has not appeared in a hundred years!"

"Wei Wuya is the best swordsman in Wei State. Is this a false reputation? After so many years of hard training, I'm afraid his sword skills have already reached perfection! Linghu Yang is definitely not his match."

"Then do you dare to make a bet? Just bet on your top-grade magic weapon?"

"Come on! Who's afraid of who? Let's make it clear in advance. If you lose, you must hand over the hundred-year-old Wind Spirit Grass!"

"Okay! That's it! Who's afraid of who?"

"..."

Such scenes are constantly played out in the Forbidden City.

Qin Ming was also stunned. Before the fight between Wei Wuya and the other man started, the cultivators in the audience had already started placing bets.

Whoosh!
Whoosh!
At this moment, two dazzling rays of light came from the distant sky, approaching in an instant.

Two heroic figures stood in the air, staring at each other.

Linghu Yang had an upright figure, sharp eyes, and tough facial features. He held a long sword, a top-grade spiritual weapon, in his arms, and said to Wei Wuya calmly, "This battle will determine who is better, and whether we live or die!"

"As you wish." There was no fluctuation on Wei Wuya's face.

The monks who were watching from the surroundings couldn't help but get excited after hearing such a simple, rough, yet domineering opening statement.

Qin Ming was also secretly observing in the air nearby. He just released his divine sense to investigate and found that the fluctuations in the magic power of the two were almost the same.

Whoosh!
Whoosh!
The war is about to start.

In the sky, two rays of light intersected, flashing a dazzling light, causing the people below to exclaim in surprise.

boom! boom!
Two deafening noises rang out, and Wei Wuya and Linghu Yang had already started fighting in mid-air.

Some monks only felt that the noise was huge, but they had no idea what was going on.

Qin Ming saw clearly that the two geniuses who had completed their foundation building had exchanged dozens of blows in just a short moment. With the naked eye, one could see a red sword light and a blue glow intertwined with each other, striking from the sky to the ground, razing the nearby hilltops to the ground.

Many monks who were watching the fun, seeing this terrifying power, could not help but control their magic weapons and fly away.

He was afraid that he would be affected by the aftermath of the fight between the two and end up dead.

For a while.

In the distant mountains, rocks were crumbling, dazzling spell roars were heard one after another, and smoke and dust were rolling.

Wei Wuya, as the number one swordsman of the Wei Kingdom, controls a top-grade spiritual magic sword. Sword light flashes all over his body, sometimes turning into a sword and shield, and sometimes turning into a sword formation when attacking, forcing Linghu Yang into danger several times.

Wherever the sword passed, it was unmatched and everything was chopped into dust.

And Linghu Yang was not an easy person to deal with. He wielded a golden long sword spiritual weapon, and his body was surrounded by colorful flames. His momentum was so strong that it was almost as strong as Jiadan.

"Hmph! Brother Wei, you have great skills. Next is the strongest attack of my life. If even this move can't defeat you, then I admit defeat." Linghu Yang's eyes showed madness and he was full of fighting spirit!
Then, a drop of dark red blood flowed out from between his eyebrows and instantly dripped onto the blade.

boom!
The ancient golden sword seemed to be completely awakened by something, and instantly turned into a golden starlight and disappeared.

It was obvious that some extremely terrifying secret method was activated at the cost of consuming one's essence, blood, and lifespan.

Immediately, Linghu Yang put his hands together and raised them above his head.

boom!
A blue blade shadow several dozen feet long suddenly appeared on Linghu Yang's body, emitting an aura that could destroy the world!

Even Wei Wuya couldn't help but frown when he saw this, and cursed inwardly: What a lunatic!
Qin Ming transformed into a big bearded man, who was standing in the sky watching the show with great interest.

He suddenly felt something was wrong.

Wei Wuya was standing right in front of Qin Ming. He did not expect that Linghu Yang's attack, which came at the cost of burning his essence, would be so powerful.

Qin Ming was just about to hide away to watch, when he saw the shadow of a sword incarnated by Linghu Yang, slashing towards Wei Wuya with devastating force!
boom!
The cultivators standing on Qin Ming's side and watching the battle were so frightened by the sword that pierced through the sky that their faces turned pale. They secretly groaned and regretted not standing further away.

They didn't expect that they could tell what was going on just by watching the excitement. They could only pray silently in their hearts that Wei Wuya could withstand this powerful spell.

"Oh my goodness!"

"Isn't this attack of Linghu Yang beyond the scope of Foundation Establishment magic?"

"This guy is really crazy. It's too late to get away."

"I hope Wei Wuya can find a way to deal with it, otherwise it will be terrible!"

Just as everyone was fleeing in all directions.

The blue blade shadow, which was dozens of feet long, burst out with momentum again under Linghu Yang's control. It instantly rose more than ten feet higher and slashed down straight ahead!

An unexpected scene appeared.

Faced with such a powerful trump card, even Wei Wuya, known as the best swordsman in the Wei Kingdom, did not intend to take the blow head-on.

Wei Wuya took out a grey talisman and immediately slapped it on himself, then he disappeared out of thin air.

He instantly appeared a mile away.

Even Qin Ming was stunned by this operation.

"Damn it! Wei Wuya is such a coward!"

"It's over, it's over, the knife is coming down, run!"

"It's too late. I'm dead."

"..."

Qin Ming's face twitched. He didn't expect that just by being a spectator, he would be affected by the fight.

Seeing that Linghu Yang's strongest attack had already locked onto the airspace where he was, there was no way to avoid it unless he had a void-transfer talisman like Wei Wuya's.

The monks nearby wailed and looked despairing.

Roar!
at this time.

A huge blood-red shadow with four arms that reached from sky to earth appeared in mid-air. It was more than twenty feet tall and stood upright.

The moment the bloody four-armed giant figure appeared, it exuded an unrivaled aura and sent out layers of shock waves in all directions.

The monks who were affected were like a small boat drifting in the huge waves. They were blown to and fro in an instant, and some even fell directly from the sky.

The bloody four-armed giant ape phantom was not afraid at all when facing the oncoming sword light.

Crackling!

I saw it stretching out its four arms, with five fingers put together and turning them into fists, like a bloody demon. It crossed a distance of dozens of feet in an instant and struck towards the phantom of the sword in the sky!

boom! boom! boom!
click!
After several earth-shaking collisions, the blue blade light in the sky was instantly shattered by a few punches from a giant blood-colored shadow, and dissipated like foam.

Bang!
The residual power of the fist shadow continued unabated, and it hit Linghu Yang who was in the air behind him. He was blasted into the mountain behind him like a cannonball.

On the mountain, a clear black indentation with the word "太" suddenly appeared.
hiss!
The monks watching the battle gasped, not only because they were relieved to have escaped death, but also because they were so shocked by the scene that it took them a long time to calm down.

Wei Wuya, who was not far away, was also shocked. He looked at the bearded man transformed by Qin Ming, and his heart was already surging.
(End of this chapter)