The First Sword of the Universe

Chapter 532 Ding Chunqiu's Day of Suffering!
Ding Chunqiu, who resembles an old immortal with white hair, is indeed a rare martial arts prodigy.

His self-created "Dissolving Power Technique" was renowned throughout the world, deeply feared and revered by everyone in the martial arts world.

In comparison, Su Xinghe, the senior disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect, performed much worse.

Back then, we studied martial arts together under the same master, but because I was distracted by other things, my martial arts skills gradually fell behind.

Now, Ding Chunqiu has cultivated to the Heavenly Realm, becoming a top master who can rival his master.

On the other hand, Su Xinghe, despite being respectfully called the Concise and Eloquent Master in the martial arts world, is actually the worst among the disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect.

The most useless person ever!

Therefore, when he saw that Ding Chunqiu was able to neutralize all of his master's attacks with his own created Dissolving Power Technique, he felt extremely bitter, jealous, and heartbroken.

However, he quickly composed himself and led his disciples to retreat rapidly towards the outer hilltops.

He had witnessed the vastness of the battlefield when top masters clashed. Furthermore, having already completed the plan to lure out the traitor Ding Chunqiu, staying here was no longer useful and would only be a burden.

With his master, senior brother, and junior brother present, Ding Chunqiu, that traitor, is surely doomed today.

Both Wu Xingyun and Li Qiushui had absolute faith in Wu Yazi.

Upon seeing the master and disciple begin to fight, he immediately floated back a distance, keeping his eyes fixed on the battlefield to prevent Ding Chunqiu from escaping.

In the battlefield.

With his flowing sleeves, Wu Yazi once again unleashed several phantom images of flying goddesses, rushing towards Ding Chunqiu; however, they were all pulled into the six five-colored vortexes around Ding Chunqiu and instantly obliterated.

After several attempts.

Wu Yazi knew that this was a strange technique derived from Lingbo Weibu, but he was helpless against his own unfilial disciple, so he immediately changed his tactics.

With a sway of his body, he transformed into a streak of ethereal white light and rushed towards Ding Chunqiu.

With a raised arm, more than a dozen palm prints instantly appeared in the air.

Each palm print represents a different move, and a dozen palm prints represent a dozen different martial arts techniques.

These martial arts techniques are either exquisitely refined, as solid as a mountain, subtly varied, or as beautiful as blooming flowers.
But when they come together, they form a picture of celestial couples dancing, carrying an ethereal and otherworldly aura, which descends upon Ding Chunqiu.

It was as if Ding Chunqiu was to be captured in this mysterious painting, which seemed to be created by a scholar of otherworldly origin.

Xu Xingchen, who had drifted nearby, was surprised to see Wu Yazi's move. His eyes lit up and he was secretly amazed.

He knew that Wu Yazi's Langhuan Paradise had collected martial arts manuals from all over the world, and his martial arts skills must be incredibly diverse.

It now seems that Wu Yazi had mastered all those incredibly complex martial arts techniques, reaching a level where he could effortlessly execute them.

Moreover, he skillfully combined his martial arts prowess with his mastery of painting, creating a unique and refined martial art.

This glimpse fully demonstrates that Wu Yazi not only possessed unparalleled martial arts talent, but also had the innovative ability to integrate and innovate.

Speaking of this, his eldest disciple, Su Xinghe, seemed to have been influenced by his master's ideas, and incorporated the eight miscellaneous skills he was proficient in into his martial arts, creating the technique of creating eight clones.

However, his martial arts level was too low and his skill was too shallow. Even if he used that miraculous martial art, he would not be able to compete with the top masters of the Heavenly Realm.

Ding Chunqiu's expression was solemn and serious as he faced his master's close-range attack using the "Divine Couple Dancing" technique, but a hint of ferocity flashed in his eyes.

He quickly retracted his palms, and six five-colored vortexes spun and danced, then converged in front of him with a whoosh.

The powerful force of rotation and dissolution pulled at the image of the divine couple dancing, attempting to absorb and dissolve it completely, just like the previous phantom images of flying goddesses.

A faint smile appeared on Wu Yazi's lips. His hands continued to change, and the celestial couple in the painting showed joyful smiles on their faces. Their bodies spun and intertwined, and their four arms bloomed like flowers, as if gently pulling open a curtain to both sides.

But then there was a soft, tearing sound, like the sound of tearing silk.

The five-colored vortex that had swept across the area immediately shattered into pieces, transforming into a violent gale that swept in all directions.

"How is this possible?"

A look of surprise flashed across Ding Chunqiu's eyes, and he subconsciously pushed his arms forward with all his might.

The remaining five five-colored vortexes immediately began to spin wildly, rushing out one after another with a deafening roar as they tore through the air, like a speeding dump truck hurtling towards the divine couple.

They were determined to smash them apart and make them vanish into thin air.

The smiles on the faces of the divine couple remained unchanged. With a gentle wave of their four arms, the five-colored vortexes were easily torn apart as if they were made of paper.

Thump thump thump thump.
Five consecutive blasts of air exploded.

One ring after another of shockwaves continued to surge outwards.

It disrupted the air currents within a radius of several meters, and at the same time blasted open the ground below, creating craters of varying sizes, with soil flying up to three meters high.

The canopies of several lush trees were suddenly pressed down by the strong wind pressure, and they all snapped with a series of cracking sounds.

Broken branches and fallen leaves littered the ground, only to be swept up by the ensuing gale and scattered in all directions.

Five consecutive circular shockwaves forced Wu Yazi and Ding Chunqiu back.

But after circling halfway through the air, the two collided again.

The four arms transformed into exquisite afterimages, and the explosive sounds of their violent collisions were as dense as firecrackers being lit.

It was menacing and roared incessantly.

Despite their fierce battle, their movements were as agile and ethereal as immortals, displaying a carefree and unrestrained style in every gesture.

"It's been decades since I last saw you, and your martial arts have indeed improved considerably, you unfilial disciple."

"However, this martial arts skill alone is not enough!"

Amidst the fierce exchange, Wu Yazi's calm and composed voice rang out.

next moment.

Their figures blurred for a moment, then suddenly split in two, transforming into the divine couple formed by their own combined techniques.

Two figures danced lightly, rotating in turn, their four arms moving with incredible agility, piercing through Ding Chunqiu's layers of protection and striking him with a series of crackling blows.

Rings of energy exploded one after another.

Ding Chunqiu's body shot out diagonally downwards like a cannonball.

Click! Click! Click!

It crashed through several large trees, each as thick as a man's waist, and slammed them onto the rocky ground.

With a deafening roar, the ground trembled and a fierce wind arose.

The rising dust and dirt splashed onto the canopies of the large trees that had been bent over by the strong wind, creating a dense sound like rain pattering on banana leaves.

"This is impossible."

"I don't believe your martial arts are so much better than mine." "I don't believe my 'Dissolving Power Technique' can't defeat you."

With Ding Chunqiu's unwilling roar, the billowing dust suddenly parted to both sides, and his figure soared into the sky once again.

With disheveled hair and eyes flashing with fierce anger, Ding Chunqiu gathered his hands together, and billowing five-colored smoke quickly emerged from his body, forming six rapidly spinning five-colored vortexes that aggressively engulfed his body and rushed towards Wu Yazi not far away.

"Your power-dissolving technique has already been broken by me. What use is it to use it again now?"

Wu Yazi, with his flowing sleeves, and another fairy with a seductive figure and an indistinct face, stood in the void, sneering repeatedly.

Then, with a flickering movement, his four arms bloomed like layers of flowers.

scoff!scoff!
Amidst the piercing sound of tearing silk.

Before Ding Chunqiu, who was rushing over, could react further, the six five-colored vortexes around him were torn apart again, exploding into rings of raging wind.

The divine couple that Wu Yazi had transformed into danced and twirled, their steps intertwined and flashing. Their four arms once again nimbly pierced through Ding Chunqiu's defensive moves, striking his chest, back, cheeks, and ribs with a series of crackling sounds.
Ding Chunqiu was beaten into a spinning top, spinning wildly in the air.

Completely powerless to fight back, it could only let out a pitiful and helpless wail.

While violently beating the wicked disciple in front of him who had kept him hiding in a cave for decades, constantly on the verge of death, and tormented by terrible pain for half his life, Wu Yazi sneered and said, "How many years has it been since I reached the Heavenly Realm? How many years has it been since you, my wicked disciple, reached the Heavenly Realm?"

"Although the Heavenly Realm is the highest realm of martial arts, there are still differences in strength within the same realm."

"You unfilial disciple, you are no match for your master."

"No, you're lying to me; when I knocked you off the cliff back then, your skills weren't this advanced yet." Ding Chunqiu howled like a defeated dog, "No matter what, I will not be defeated by you, I absolutely refuse to be defeated by you!"

With a defiant roar, his body, spun like a top, rapidly emitted billowing, multicolored poisonous smoke.

Some of the toxic fumes are crimson like blood, with a foul and fiery stench.

Some of the toxic fumes were as white as bone, filled with the stench of decay.

Some of the toxic fumes were a deep, eerie green, and chilling.

Some toxic fumes, a bluish-white cloud, may have no odor, but they are terrifying and make your scalp tingle.

Some toxic fumes are yellow smoke, carrying a dry, suffocating, and murky odor.

The colorful poisonous smoke billowed and spread rapidly in all directions, covering an area of ​​several feet in just a breath, and even enveloping his master, Wuyazi.

"Master, my martial arts are inferior to yours, and even the Dissolving Power Technique cannot harm you. But I do not believe that your body is immune to all poisons and can withstand the attacks of the seventy-two different kinds of deadly poisons in my body."

Amidst the billowing smoke and toxic fumes, Ding Chunqiu roared angrily.

His ability to strike fear into the hearts of countless people throughout the world, besides the extremely terrifying Dissolving Power Technique, was his unparalleled poison skills.

now.

His martial arts skills were no match for his master's.

The "Dissolving Power Technique" was useless against his own master.

All he can rely on now are the seventy-two kinds of deadly poisons in his body.

In fact.

Ding Chunqiu is right.

Although Wu Yazi had cultivated to the Heavenly Realm in his youth, he was ambushed by his wicked disciple Ding Chunqiu and knocked off a cliff, leaving his bones and muscles shattered beyond recognition.

If it weren't for his immense internal strength keeping him alive until his last breath, he would probably have already died a violent death.

For so many years, he hid in a cave, barely surviving, with the primordial energy of heaven and earth continuously transforming into internal energy, so he didn't have to worry about running out of internal energy.

But he could no longer cultivate or improve his martial arts skills.

If he hadn't met Xu Xingchen, even if he had miraculously recovered from his injuries, his internal strength would only be comparable to Ding Chunqiu's current level.

But he was lucky enough to meet Xu Xingchen, and then his senior sister came to his door.

The healing manual that the three of them developed through discussion and research had effects that exceeded their expectations.

Not only were Wu Yazi's injuries completely healed, but through the process of rejuvenation and regeneration during the healing process, he was able to circulate the Beiming Divine Art, absorb a large amount of the primordial energy of heaven and earth, and transform it into his own internal strength.

When his body regenerated to the "advanced age" of ninety, his internal strength also achieved a leapfrog growth.

Although not as much as the internal energy Xu Xingchen gained during his first and second rejuvenation processes.

However, it also increased his internal strength by a full half.

Furthermore, the Healing Holy Scripture incorporates a portion of the essence of the Nine Yang Divine Skill, thus those who have practiced the Healing Holy Scripture indirectly possess the ability to be immune to all poisons.

nowadays.

The tragic Ding Chunqiu continuously releases various deadly poisons, attempting to use this last means to win himself a chance to survive.

The result only made him more and more desperate.

Enveloped in colorful poisonous smoke, Wu Yazi remained completely unaffected by the gas, and even his hammering of Ding Chunqiu did not slow down in the slightest.

Crackling!

Shockwaves burst forth from the bursts of energy, constantly churning the surrounding five-colored poisonous smoke, peeling it away layer by layer like an onion, until it dissipated into the air.

Some of the toxic fumes didn't dissipate in time and fell into the woods below.

Vast expanses of green leaves have given rise to a variety of negative changes.

It may turn charred black, decay into mud, turn blue, or become dry and white.
Even the branches and trunks connecting the leaves are affected, constantly extending into various poisoning symptoms.

This shows just how potent and terrifying Ding Chunqiu's poison was.

But if he can't hurt his master, it's all for nothing.

Bang!
Then came another loud, explosive sound.

The swirling, sticky, five-colored poisonous smoke suddenly expanded outwards several times.

"Ah~~~~!"

With a shrill scream, a white figure shot out of the five-colored venom and flew higher into the sky.

The surrounding martial arts practitioners were immediately in an uproar.

They all guessed that the disheveled figure thrown high into the air was none other than the Starry Night Old Monster, Ding Chunqiu.

However, only a few experts among them could clearly see Ding Chunqiu's current disheveled state.

While screaming in agony and spinning like a top, Ding Chunqiu was dressed in rags, with disheveled hair, a bruised and swollen face, and a bump on his forehead.

He looked absolutely disheveled!
(End of this chapter)