Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 201 Who Will Win? Gods Will Be Slain

As Bi Fenkong ran, he drew his sword, savoring each step and each strike, feeling a sense of exhilaration.

He felt that if he continued practicing like this, he could practice for ten days and ten nights without stopping, until he was completely exhausted.

With this extraordinary talent, cultivation is no longer a painful experience, but an unparalleled joy.

What beauty, what empire, what power—none of it matters to you.

Just keep practicing.

"It shouldn't be long before I break through the sword intent and enter the third realm of the innate world, the [Ultimate Intent] realm. At that time, few in the world will be my match. You wait, as soon as I make another step forward in my cultivation, I will return to kill you."

Even with Bi Fenkong's pride and arrogance, he now had to admit that the seventeen-year-old boy chasing after him was indeed troublesome, and in a hurry, he couldn't defeat him at all.

As soon as Bi Fenkong thought of this, he felt a sense of emptiness in his heart, and something seemed amiss.

Turning my head, I saw a cloud of blood mist filling the sky, and a headless old man in an orange-yellow robe slowly fell backward.

"Uncle-Master Ming!"

He let out a cry of grief, then roared in anger: "What a piece of trash! I've wasted so much energy on you all these years. With your innate cultivation, you can't even withstand a single move."

"Then how long can you hold me off?"

Lu Wubing moved like lightning, and in a few flashes, he caught up with Lu Wubing.

With a flash of sword light, he used the sword as a guide, his body transforming into a stream of light, and in an instant, he pierced Bi Fenkong's brow.

"it's useless."

Bi Fenkong narrowed his eyes to slits. As soon as he saw Lu Wubing draw his sword and turn into a beam of light, he knew that he couldn't match Lu Wubing's speed.

Moreover, he had tested it before, and Lu Wubing's physical strength was unprecedented in his life.

Upon getting close, he gathered all his innate true energy and struck out with a palm, freezing and burning the man's entire body, yet it didn't harm his very essence.

Or perhaps they were injured, but recovered quickly.

This shows that his physique was strong and indestructible, and his ability to withstand injury was far beyond his imagination.

This kind of opponent can only be controlled from a distance, not in close combat, and you can't compete in swordsmanship; otherwise, you'll suffer a great loss sooner or later.

Having been through countless battles, he possessed immense experience. With a single sword strike to his chest, his azure-blue true energy transformed into a sword, and the void before him seemed to solidify into layers of ice, spreading forward in ever-increasing layers.

Lu Wubing's sword thrust was like piercing an ice-covered city wall; every inch it went in was incredibly difficult.

The sword's edge was clearly only three feet away from the opponent, yet its speed had become incredibly slow.

Bi Fenkong chuckled lightly, his figure swayed, leaving nine afterimages, it was impossible to tell which one was real and which one was fake, and they were already more than ten feet away.

Standing atop the tree, his black robes billowing in the wind, he laughed freely:

"Your true energy is insufficient; you pose no threat unless you get close. If you want to get close, you'll first have to endure my dual-energy attacks. Even if your swordsmanship is unparalleled, what use is it if you can't hit anyone?"

There was one more thing he didn't say.

But it was something both of them understood in their hearts.

The speed and agility of both sides were actually quite similar.

Lu Wubing's lightness skill combined the strengths of the three schools, achieving perfection in all aspects, but ultimately he did not reach another level.

Although it's unknown what kind of unorthodox or secret method was used, the sudden increase was several times greater.

The speed is extremely fast.

However, Bi Fenkong possesses five top-tier lightness skills. Over the years, he has tried every means to collect them, and he has not been without success.

In terms of lightness, agility, speed, and stealth, it is actually no weaker.

The speed might have been slightly slower than Lu Wubing's, but that slight slowness was not enough to prevent him from reacting.

He was truly focused on creating distance and using his vast and powerful internal energy to intercept and delay the attack. He couldn't understand how he could have failed.

As Bi Fenkong spoke, he continued to practice his swordplay, creating a net of swords around himself.

It was partly a precautionary measure, and partly continued training.

After acquiring this extraordinary talent, he was unwilling to stop for even a moment.

Hope is right in front of us, as long as we keep practicing.

Lu Wubing ignored his words, his killing intent boiling even more, but his mind remained as calm as ice water. He stepped lightly forward, slashing through layers of true qi sword light.

Before your eyes, there may be either gloomy desolation or blazing sun.

The sword light roared and howled, breaking trees on the hillside, but it couldn't harm Lu Wubing at all.

Every time he charged in front of Bi Fenkong, he was blocked and forced to retreat quickly.

Two streaks of light, sometimes converging and sometimes dispersing, roared and exploded, shaking the surrounding area, and in an instant, they went ten miles to the northwest.

"Do you feel weak and short of breath? Is your vital energy being greatly depleted?"

Lu Wubing, who had been silent, suddenly looked up and smiled, the red light in his eyes gradually fading. "Touch your face, look at your hair, don't you feel your life slipping away, and your days are numbered?"

"How could that be? I am sixty-five years old this year. I have perfected the cultivation of the dual-polar true qi. It would not be surprising if I lived to be over one hundred and fifty years old."

Taking away your talent would at most shorten your lifespan by a few months to a year; how could it possibly cause you to age prematurely?

Bi Fenkong sneered.

He possessed profound cultivation; although he was over sixty, he looked like he was in his thirties, definitely not over forty.

After the veil was removed, the person revealed a heroic and imposing figure with sword-like eyebrows, phoenix eyes, a nose like a hanging gall bladder, and skin as smooth as warm jade, without a single wrinkle.

Therefore, he did not believe a word Lu Wubing said. He lightly ran the back of his hand across his face and could not say another word.

A flicker of fear crossed his eyes.

He could clearly feel that the area where the back of his hand brushed against was wrinkled and creased, like goosebumps.

I touched my hair; it was all fluffy and dry… Out of the corner of my eye, I saw silver strands like snow under the moonlight.

It felt as if decades had slipped away unnoticed.

It's reasonable to say he's 130 or 140 years old now.

"Ha ha……"

Lu Wubing laughed loudly, and at this moment, he finally saw a glimmer of hope for victory. He said coldly, "Although I don't know how Uncle Bi stole my strongest talent, I still do."

But I never thought that the price I paid with the [Rainbow Step] was too small. The rest would need to be made up with my lifespan, right?

My talent is so useful, so incredibly useful, that you simply can't afford the price to pay.

This is a test, and also a psychological maneuver.

The meaning can be understood from the information unintentionally revealed in Bi Fenkong's words.

Using that [Image] seal to plunder and copy cultivation techniques not only requires using one's own cultivation technique as a base, but also consumes lifespan, with the cost ranging from several months to a year.

This is based on Bi Fenkong's experience from using it multiple times.

In his state of shock, he spoke carelessly, perhaps because he was certain that Lu Wubing could not understand the deeper meaning of his words, and therefore spoke them without any concealment.

From this sentence and Bi Fenkong's appearance, Lu Wubing also figured out something else.

That is, his [Heaven Rewards Diligence] talent destiny is of an extremely high level.

Even if Bi Fenkong used top-tier lightness skills as a basis for trading and copying, the price difference would still be astonishingly large.

So much so that he sacrificed his future potential and lifespan.

The gains and losses involved are unclear to everyone.

Lu Wubing's words were like stabbing into the lungs, essentially telling the other person that no matter how strong they became, their lifespan was limited and they would soon die.

So what's the point of becoming so powerful and achieving so much?

Death is the only way through the ages.

He simply couldn't believe that Bi Fenkong was completely without flaws and had taken life and death lightly.

If that's the case, then he should have the last laugh. If he just keeps running away now, I might not be able to do anything to him.

Therefore, the world is vast and wondrous.

Never assume that you are unique.

Never assume you have victory in your grasp.

Those who climb mountains often will eventually encounter tigers... Those who walk by the river often are bound to get their shoes wet.

Bi Fenkong was like that, and so was I.

Bi Fenkong thought that he could simply use the Ten Directions Seal [Image] to copy the talent of a junior, and then kill him personally after succeeding, without any future troubles. At most, it would reduce his lifespan by a year, which was not a big deal.

To his utter surprise, not only did he fail to kill his opponent, but he also suffered a great loss. After losing so many soldiers and generals, his lifespan was severely depleted, and he himself was injured and forced to flee.

Lu Wubing never expected that his unique talent could be copied and stolen...

This is somewhat absurd.

But existence implies reason. In this world, with the Ten Directions Seal so strange and wondrous, nothing is impossible.

Just like the character "形" (shape), the boundless vitality of heaven and earth flows into one's body, making the body almost impervious to damage, as long as it is not an attack that obliterates one to the cellular or atomic level and turns one into ashes.

Even if severely damaged, it can be repaired by washing with vitality (except for the head temporarily).

It is quite unreasonable that someone at such a low level of attainment would possess such illogical abilities.

Lu Wubing even suspected that if he perfected the [Form] character seal, his physical body would be immortal as long as he remained in this world.

Even if it's ground into powder or ash, it can be restored in an instant.

This is not a cultivation technique, but rather an established rule governing the universe.

Those who are in this realm are subject to these rules.

And what about the character "影" (shadow) on the seal?

He only needed to comprehend a few fragments to be able to use objects to substitute for forms, hide his true form, and create clones.

Although it can only be used once in a short period of time, it will be immediately broken if it encounters a range attack that is too powerful to exceed the limit.

But it is still a magical ability that is incomprehensible to most people.

The idea of ​​a human body made of flesh and blood being transformed into a shadow without any substance is simply unscientific and completely violates the laws of physics.

The same applies to the seal with the character "形" (shape) and the seal with the character "影" (shadow).

Therefore, the character "像" (like) could, of course, disregard the rules and directly copy regardless of strength or weakness.

Lu Wubing saw the inscription and gained some insight, guessing that there might be a price to pay, but he didn't know what that price was.

At this point, it can be confirmed that it is lifespan.

It's understandable to sacrifice one's most precious possession—life and lifespan—to try and replicate someone else's talents and skills in order to change one's fate.

But in any case, it is still a very illogical thing.

Regardless, these are the rules of the Ten Directions Seal.

Each of the ten seal images possesses an extraordinary power.

If used properly, one can naturally dominate the world and become the revered ancestor of the Dao.

If used improperly, one could be ambushed and killed by a master in the blink of an eye, perishing prematurely...

Therefore, from the moment he obtained this seal image, Lu Wubing knew that the news must never be leaked.

Otherwise, even if I had ten lives, it wouldn't be enough to kill me.

Even with your closest relatives and your beloved bedmate, you must not reveal the slightest secret.

He had no idea what other extraordinary abilities existed in this world.

If you encounter a master who can read minds and search souls... and the people around you know too much, then you're just asking for trouble.

Moreover, Bi Fenkong must die.

If he becomes distraught and spreads the news that he has obtained the true seal of the Ten Directions Seal, then there will be a big problem.

Of course, there is another reason: if Bi Fenkong doesn't die, once he breaks through his realm with the efficiency of "Heaven rewards diligence", he will be the one who dies.

Given the domineering and ruthless nature of this Ziyang Sect Master, he would absolutely not allow anyone else, besides himself, to possess such heaven-defying cultivation talent.

Of course, Lu Wubing thought the same thing.

The situation is extremely awkward; they're just chasing after Bi Fenkong and attacking in vain...

He clearly had a superior swordsmanship and a much stronger physique than his opponent; in a head-on confrontation, he would definitely have the upper hand.

However, because the difference in their true energy was too great, even from a distance of more than ten feet, Bi Fenkong's sword energy was so powerful that he had no choice but to block and break through it.

The situation has reached a stalemate.

Therefore, there must be a way to make Bi Fenkong regain his sense of luck and prefer to fight to the death rather than flee.

"Uncle-Master Bi, although my talent is formidable, breaking through to the next level is not something that can be achieved overnight. I just don't know if you can break through to the Realm of Returning to Truth before you die of old age? It's a pity that you are on the verge of immortality, but your life is not long."

"Boy, you've reminded me... During our previous exchange of blows, your body possessed an incredibly powerful vitality, clearly indicating that you've cultivated a life-extending technique."

"Winning this achievement, no matter what, will be enough to support me breaking through my lifespan limit, reaching the Return to Truth Realm, and adding another fifty years to my lifespan."

Bi Fenkong, who had been despondent, now had eyes that blazed like torches.

He thought to himself, "This junior apprentice in front of me is a treasure trove."

Previously, he was only focused on locking in his strongest talent and didn't pay any attention to the other techniques and secret skills.

Looking back now, it was a mistake.

Whether it was acquiring the opponent's amazing swordsmanship or obtaining that strangely powerful body-refining secret technique, one's strength would have greatly improved long ago, allowing them to kill this kid with their sword. They wouldn't be in such an awkward situation now.

The potential of a person's talent, which is rewarded by Heaven, is naturally very high, but it cannot be converted into immediate combat power in a short period of time.

Now, compared to his prime, he has not only not become stronger, but has actually become weaker.

However, it's not too late to change your mind at this point.

Killing this kid might be difficult, but even just touching him wouldn't be too hard. If we risk injury, we should be able to succeed.

My mindset changed.

Bi Fenkong did not retreat but advanced, his body surrounded by six yang flames, his sword edge dark and icy.

The two opposing energies sometimes merge and sometimes attack each other, each going its own way.

As the sword technique unfolded, a giant two-colored millstone appeared in the sky and on the ground, enveloping Lu Wubing within it.

This time, he spared no effort in using his true energy, and calmed himself down, advancing step by step, waiting for the right opportunity to strike.

Lu Wubing seemed to know that if the other party succeeded and then took away his physical talent, the other party's combat power would increase exponentially, and he would be even less afraid of injury, which would be a big problem.

Therefore, they became more cautious in their attacks.

Use sword to break sword, use move to break move.

They fought and retreated simultaneously, no longer attempting to get close.

Bi Fenkong was overjoyed upon seeing it.

What the enemy fears is what they have to do.

Knowing that he had found the solution to the problem and that victory was within his grasp.

There are no more scruples now.

"Feng Tian!"

He shouted loudly, and the six yang radiances shone brightly, with six blazing orbs of light spinning rapidly around him.

Suddenly, his body turned into a blazing lava, transforming into a dazzling golden-white light.

The speed suddenly increased by nearly double.

In a flash, he appeared before Lu Wubing and placed his hand on his chest.

This surprise attack was several times faster.

It is almost comparable to Lu Wubing's Flowing Light Sword Style.

As his five fingers were about to touch the young man in blue's chest, a smug smile appeared in Bi Fenkong's eyes.

At the same moment, a smile appeared on Lu Wubing's lips. Just then...

He had kept the Vast Ocean Divine Sword hidden for so long, and suddenly changed his tactics...

In terms of the strength of one's true qi and its enhancement to various techniques and lightness skills, Lu Wubing could not possibly catch up with this Uncle Bi.

But in a life-or-death battle, the difference between the strong and the weak is not just about true energy or divine will.

In martial arts training, techniques, methods, mind, intention, and momentum—when any one of these aspects is mastered to the extreme, it has its unique and wonderful applications.

Lu Wubing's swordsmanship was so exquisite and powerful that no one in the Tianxing Sect could match him.

Furthermore, it possesses a crystal-clear sword bone structure and has cultivated a clear sword heart.

In his eyes, all martial arts techniques held no mystery.

At the same speed, his reaction time is always a fraction faster than others, and he is more likely to find a solution.

Bi Fenkong suddenly unleashed a powerful attack, thinking that he would either succeed or die trying.

Unexpectedly, all that could be seen was a half-moon, which was slowly falling.

A flash of sword light appeared from nowhere and disappeared without warning.

However, they did not attack his head, throat, or heart...

Bi Fenkong had already laid down more than ten layers of true energy in these vital areas, so even if he was hit, he could block and retreat in a short time. He was not worried about this.

To his astonishment, the hand he was about to press against the other person's chest somehow ended up pressing against the ground beside him.

With a thud, a huge crater was created in the ground, its bottom frozen in a deep blue ice, its depths unfathomable.

'I missed! I actually missed! How...how could this be so strange?'

Bi Fenkong was amazed by the sword's wondrous power. He reacted swiftly, colliding with Lu Wubing with his body and raising his shoulder high.

He silently activated the [Image] character seal in his mind, and had already prepared a unique sword technique to be used as a last resort in the exchange.

Unexpectedly, he still underestimated this crescent moon sword technique.

It slopes all the way down.

His body tilted uncontrollably, his palm slamming into the deep hole in the ground, while his shoulder hit nothing at the same time.

In the midst of the chaos, he pressed down with his feet, his body parallel to the ground, and with a flash of light, he leaped into the air.

The longsword in his hand was already protecting his flanks, its light shining like the blazing sun, trying to block the possible second sword light that might come.

Sword Light didn't come.

About three inches below my armpit, I felt a slight pain, I don't know when it started.

More than ten layers of true energy were instantly shattered, and ninety percent of the power was dissipated, leaving only a layer of finger force, which caused the muscles and bones to vibrate.

He used the force to propel himself forward, instantly covering ten zhang (approximately 33 meters), and then regained his footing, a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

In this close-quarters attack, neither side really gained any advantage.

His palm strike was deflected by the opponent's miraculous swordsmanship, causing his true energy to roar and injure the opponent's physical body.

As he retreated, Lu Wubing struck him with a finger, but it didn't seriously injure him.

In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged blows, each sustaining minor injuries, making it a draw.

However, he had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

It seems something has been overlooked.

It seemed as if a sword technique had appeared in my mind, with turbulent blue waves, layer upon layer of waves, and a chilling sword intent.

This is?

The Azure Waves of the East Sea Sword Intent? How did I learn that? Oh no, it's an exchange/seizure...

Turning his head, Bi Fenkong's eyes were filled with disbelief, and a huge sense of regret suddenly rose up.

Behind them, at the spot where the battle had just taken place, the young man in blue robes stood with his clothes billowing in the wind, his hair billowing behind him. His face had matured, his heroic spirit had grown even stronger, and his sharp aura was soaring.

The Vast Ocean Sword in his hand emitted a deep blue light, its radiance reflecting in all directions, like the ebb and flow of seawater, covering a radius of seven zhang around him.

Even more outrageous, the aura emanating from the young man in blue suddenly surged like a tidal wave…

Originally, his internal energy was only at the third rank, but in the blink of an eye, it had risen to the first rank.

The true energy surged and roared, making a loud whooshing sound.

The meridians and acupoints are lit up simultaneously, like stars in the sky.

His body also faintly became transparent, and all twenty-four meridians lit up at the same time, as if the gates of heaven and earth had suddenly opened.

A ray of sunlight, with lightning speed, suddenly pierced into his Baihui acupoint, and simultaneously lit up his lower abdomen, Dantian, and Tanzhong acupoint.

Transforming acquired energy into innate energy, the innate true energy rapidly grew stronger, breaking through multiple barriers in the blink of an eye, until reaching the second innate realm, where it was on par with the true energy he had cultivated for over fifty years.

"how is this possible?"

Bi Fenkong merely blinked, and the young man in blue before him completed the transformation from a third-grade internal force cultivator to a second-stage innate true qi cultivator.

A person can be transformed into a living person.

He couldn't accept it; his mind went blank in shock.

Lu Wubing chuckled and said, "Anything is possible. You stole my talent image of 'Heaven Rewards Diligence,' so I'll repay you by taking your divine skill 'Dark Sun Manual.' It's fair."

What I didn't expect was that after seizing the cultivation technique, they also took your current cultivation level. Good, very good.

Never before had Lu Wubing felt so powerful.

He has always felt that his internal strength is insufficient, so his various magical sword techniques and profound sword intent cannot be brought to their full potential without the support of internal energy.

Despite his profound understanding of swordsmanship and martial arts, achieved through diligent practice, far surpassing that of Bi Fenkong, he was still completely bogged down by Bi's kite-like fighting style. The discomfort he endured was beyond the comprehension of outsiders.

At this moment, his true energy surged like a vast ocean, and with a gentle flick of his sword, he unleashed boundless power.

He felt that his mind, physique, swordsmanship, and movement techniques were all improving rapidly.

Although the main energy surging within his body was Dark Sun Yin Yang True Qi, the attack power of this true qi was not much different from that of Vast Ocean True Qi.

Its extreme coldness and special attack attributes surpass even the true energy of the vast ocean.

With a thought, true energy bursts forth, annihilating the void and freezing all directions.

"I only thought about getting benefits from you, but I never expected that you would comprehend the seal in such a short time and instead devise a scheme to lure me close and seize the cultivation technique I was practicing. Nephew Lu, you have a good mind and a good plan."

"Uncle-Master Bi, you flatter me. If I have hope of achieving immortality in the future, I will certainly not forget your kindness today. Enough of this small talk, please, give me your life."

This time, Lu Wubing swung his sword.

The sky seemed to have been cleaved open by a deep, dark slit, stretching for over twenty feet.

The mountain collapsed with a deafening roar.

A streak of light flashed and arrived in front of Bi Fenkong in an instant.

Bi Fenkong roared and brandished his sword, causing the six yang energies around his body to explode simultaneously.

Amidst the blazing flames and flowing light.

He felt that the true energy he emitted was like light clouds and drifting catkins, unable to withstand the solid sword light.

His own speed gradually couldn't keep up with the blue-robed youth's Flowing Light Thrust and Void Slash.

They only exchanged three sword strikes.

He was drenched in sweat.

A hint of fear appeared on his aged face.

We dare not fight now.

Using five sets of lightness techniques, he dashed left and right, borrowing and deflecting force, barely escaping with his life from the sword light. His clothes were disheveled as he rushed towards the left side of Fengling City.

Just as they were about to approach the city, the green shadow behind them drew ever closer, the howling wind filling their ears, the flashing sword light, and the sword intent piercing straight to their hearts.

Bi Fenkong's eyes hardened, and he cried out, "Uncle-Master, save me!"

At the same time, his body twisted and his shape changed slightly as he reached out and touched his head.

Three thousand white hairs fell in the wind, revealing a shiny bald head, and a hint of compassion appeared between his eyes and brows.

He threw the longsword in his hand and struck backwards with both hands in a staggered motion.

With a flick of his ten fingers, hundreds of streams of blazing true energy tore through the void, crisscrossing to form a net that blocked Lu Wubing's path.

"Even if you have a thousand schemes and ten thousand ingenious methods, you will not escape death today."

Lu Wubing slashed down with his sword.

Hundreds of laser-like finger strikes simultaneously shattered.

Bi Fenkong's back exploded with true energy, his flesh and blood split open, revealing his bare white bones.

Dark golden blood, scattered across the sky.

He grunted, accelerated again, and charged forward without looking back.

Lu Wubing was feeling strange, wondering where he could possibly escape to while he was injured, when he heard a Buddhist chant that sounded like a great bell.

"Amitabha……"

An old monk appeared from the nearby temple. He was dressed in a gray robe, with a deep-set forehead and long, drooping eyebrows.

The monk stood with one hand in front of his chest. He had just appeared in the temple when he blocked Bi Fenkong's path.

“One should be lenient when one can. Why don’t you put down your sword, benefactor? I wonder where my nephew Yuan Du has offended you.”

"Step aside."

When Lu Wubing saw Bi Fenkong fly away without looking back, he felt an indescribable sense of disgust.

“He is not Yuandu, old monk, you have mistaken him for someone else.”

Lu Wubing intended to ignore the monk, and lotus flowers bloomed beneath his feet as he was about to fly past.

Unexpectedly, the old monk struck down with his palm, and a huge golden handprint appeared in mid-air, crashing down with a thunderous roar.

bang...

The two men's energy clashed.

At the same time, his expression changed.

Lu Wubing stepped back five paces.

The old monk stepped back ten paces, his face glistening with a clear, icy blue light.

"So it was a villain from the Demonic Sect, using the Cycle of Life and Death Technique. No wonder even my nephew's perfected Maha Extreme Flame Finger couldn't withstand it. Today, even if we fight to the death..."

"Since you're courting death, don't blame me."

Lu Wubing's eyes sharpened slightly, a hint of crimson appearing in them.

Although it's unclear how Master Bi managed to establish a monk identity and utilize Buddhist martial arts, if this old monk were to cause trouble and allow him to escape with his life, that would be disastrous.

The consequences would be endless.

Lu Wubing said no more.

Calm your mind and think deeply.

A sword strike as swift as a flash of light.

His true energy suddenly erupted, and his flesh and bones also crackled at the same time.

A streak of light, moving at a speed invisible to the naked eye, flashed and disappeared from the old monk's throat.

Without turning back, he flashed and caught up with Bi Fenkong again.

Behind him, the old monk let out a sorrowful sigh, chanted "Amitabha," and then sat upright on the ground, his breath ceasing.

Lu Wubing was extremely anxious at this moment, and he showed no mercy in his attacks, killing anyone who stood in his way.

After chasing for another twenty miles, they arrived at Fengling City.

I also saw an elegant and magnificent pavilion.

A young nobleman stood atop a tall building, gently waving a feather fan. Two strangely-looking old men sat upright; one wore a golden robe with a long beard and a red face; the other wore a white robe with a bald head and large ears.

The two raised their glasses to drink at the same time...

Bi Fenkong, on the other hand, swayed back to his original form and pounced forward.

"Your Highness, save me!"

Lu Wubing had just caught up when he sensed the young master looking up at him and heard him say, "Elder Yun, Master Dong, please save Mr. Bi and kill the blue-robed thief."

Upon hearing this, the two old men dressed in gold and white robes stood up simultaneously, their bodies erupting like volcanoes, unleashing two incredibly powerful divine intents.

A sharp aura emanated from one of them, carrying with it the chilling intent of frost and snow. His sword intent was even stronger than Bi Fenkong's, subtly raising a sense of alertness within the user.

My mind seems to be turning into loneliness, with a feeling that all thoughts are about to vanish.

The other person twitched his long ears slightly, his hands blossomed like lotus flowers, and his ten fingers formed a mudra.

Lu Wubing's vision blurred, and he could no longer see the tall buildings and pavilions, nor could he see any human figure.

All that could be seen was a golden Buddha standing upright in the void, which suddenly made one feel insignificant and want to kneel down and prostrate oneself.

"Humph!"

Lu Wubing sneered.

The Eight Swords of Subduing Dragons, specifically the "Leaderless Dragons" technique, has already been quietly unleashed.

Within the soul, boundless sharpness shines.

Without a sound, a bloodstain appeared between the young master's eyebrows, his eyes glazed over, and he fell backward.

Several guards with swords around him also fell to the ground at the same time.

The two old men, one in gold and the other in white, changed their expressions drastically.

The old man in golden robes shouted sharply, pushing forward with both hands to block the boundless power of his thoughts.

The long-eared, bald old man pressed his hand down on the young man's chest, a ripple of energy protecting his life and spirit.

Just as the two made their move, a streak of light passed through the back of Bi Fenkong's head as he rushed towards them, and emerged from his forehead.

Blood splattered.

A flash of azure light streaked across the sky.

Bi Fenkong's head had already turned into hundreds and thousands of ice crystals, which whistled as they struck the two people on the pavilion who were about to take off.

At the same time, a faint blue shadow flashed behind him, and a fair, jade-like hand gently pressed down, tearing open Bi Fenkong's clothes and lightly touching his skin, where a faint light flickered.

"Little tricks."

The bald old man withdrew his hand seals, flicked his sleeves, and hundreds of ice crystals were collected in his sleeves. His figure became ethereal, and when he reappeared, he was already standing behind Bi Fenkong.

Just as he was about to launch an attack, he saw the bright moon shining and the gentle breeze blowing. The figure in green who had attacked had already disappeared.

It was as if it had been quietly erased from the entire moonlit sky, its whereabouts unknown.

……

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If you don't want to watch it anymore, there will always be something you want to watch.

It's really crashed, the subscriber count has really dropped, you don't need to say more, it will end.

As I always say, the more subscribers and supporters I get, the more I'll write; the fewer supporters I get, the less I'll write.

Watch and cherish it.

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【Ask for monthly ticket】

(End of this chapter)