The battle broke out instantly. The ninth-rank Wuxiang Pavilion Master thrust his weapon at the little fat man's head, but as a shield warrior, he directly blocked it with his shield.

Despite his extreme caution, he still regretted it the moment he made contact.

He felt an overwhelming force coming from the shield. How to describe that force? It was probably over a thousand without any additional energy. With just one strike, the bones in his right forearm were dislocated.

"Seventh Rank!" The Pavilion Master of Wuxiang Pavilion looked down at the chubby boy and said coldly, "With this level of skill, you can't even withstand three of my moves!"

Despite the pain, Little Fatty drew his sword and, with the force of cutting water, slammed down from the air with a reverse shield. Facing such a formidable enemy, he knew very well that he had no chance of winning.

However, just because he has no chance of winning doesn't mean Jiang Yuan has no chance. He only needs to lure the Pavilion Master of Wuxiang Pavilion to the location where Jiang Yuan is lying in ambush, and then they will still have a sliver of hope!

"Trying to escape? Do you think it's possible?" The Pavilion Master of Wuxiang Pavilion slowly stepped forward. He enjoyed watching his prey struggle before his eyes; it was a pleasure.

"We have no grudge against each other, why do you want to kill me!" Little Fatty started to reason with him, hoping to lower the other party's guard as much as possible.

"Is that so? Then how did you find my Holy Spirit Clan's stronghold? Did you get lost?" The Pavilion Master of Wuxiang Pavilion dragged his sword. The prey in front of him was no match for him. He could kill him whenever he wanted.

"A Holy Spirit Clan stronghold!" Little Fatty feigned surprise.

"Whether you are or not, you're definitely going to die!"

The Pavilion Master of Wuxiang Pavilion swung his sword. He didn't use any other power because even without using skills, his own energy was already over nine hundred, which was enough to kill his opponent.

"Sharing the Battle Song of the Earth!"

An energy link passed silently, and Little Fatty made a desperate last stand, unleashing a powerful Holy Strike towards the opponent's longsword.

"Seventh-Order Divine Battle!"

"Divine Wings - Fight!"

"Holy Wings - Soldiers!"

The purple-gold mingled with darkness, and he received the blessing of battle intent and divine power, while the God-Slaying Spear was empowered by the 'Soldier' ​​Wings, making this his most powerful state.

When the Pavilion Master of Wuxiang Pavilion was only ten steps away from him, he shot out like an arrow, frantically activating the Soul Skill of the God-Slaying Spear in his hand.

A hundredfold stealth kill!

Although it's only twenty-three times, it's enough.

The broadsword cleaved the shield, and the spear pierced the heart.

Jiang Yuan's sneak attack caused the spear to pierce through the chest of the Wuxiang Pavilion Master, from back to front, so fast that no one could react.

The God-Slaying Spear unleashed its divine power, and before the Pavilion Master of the Formless Pavilion could react, his entire body was already filled with divine energy.

When Jiang Yuan saw the information fed back by the Sky Eye, he was even more grateful for the sneak attack. Otherwise, let alone killing each other, it would have been a miracle if they had just survived.

Earth Spirit Clan Holy Spirit, Ninth-Order Emperor (Five Wheels), Psychic Energy: 912, Talent: Blade of Wrath.

Blade of Wrath: Intermediate talent, the higher the rage value, the stronger the energy blade unleashed.

"Dark Hunter!" The Pavilion Master of Wuxiang Pavilion spat out a mouthful of blood, sensing the approach of death.

"die!"

Jiang Yuan thrust his spear forward, intending to end the other's life completely. However, due to his outburst, the Pavilion Master of Wuxiang Pavilion was thrown dozens of meters away, spear and all.

"If you want to kill me, then let's do it together!" The Pavilion Master of Wuxiang Pavilion ran forward two meters and broke free from the God-Slaying Spear. He felt that his life was about to end, so he fiercely tore off his headband, and the mark of the Earth Spirit Clan shone with an extremely bright light.

"Reopen!"

In Jiang Yuantian's eyes, the Pavilion Master of Wuxiang Pavilion in front of him went from the ninth rank to the super ninth rank, and then from the super ninth rank to the Void Spirit Realm.

"Let's perish together with the final blow I've delivered with my life!" The Pavilion Master of Wuxiang Pavilion pressed down on the bowl-sized wound with one hand to prevent his organs from falling out, while wielding the long sword in his other hand.

"It's no use!"

Jiang Yuan turned the God-Slaying Spear around, its butt plunging straight into the opponent's head. The previous deputy pavilion master of the Wuxiang Pavilion was devoured by the dragon soul within the spearhead when he unsealed his power, and this time, it would be the same!

"Godslayer - Dragon Soul!"

Jiang Yuan shouted out the dragon soul within the God-Slaying Spear from the bottom of his heart, and a dragon roar that resounded through the soul resounded out.

"The power of rules... I never expected to encounter a divine weapon here!" The Pavilion Master of Wuxiang Pavilion seemed to have resigned himself to his fate, but a hint of madness lurked deep in his eyes.

"Die!"

The gun barrel had already struck, and the Pavilion Master of Wuxiang Pavilion was about to die in the next second. However, something Jiang Yuan did not expect happened.

"Sacrifice, Blade of Wrath!"

The Pavilion Master of Wuxiang Pavilion did not stop Jiang Yuan from swinging his sword at him. Instead, he decisively chose to perish together with Jiang Yuan, unleashing an extremely dense red light blade from his long sword.

Bang! The head of the Wuxiang Pavilion Master was shattered, but the blade had already reached Jiang Yuan.

"A psionic attack exceeding 10,000!"

Jiang Yuan knew without even looking that this was a light blade powerful enough to kill him. What was the concept of 10,000 points of spiritual energy? It was an attack that could split even a small mountain. Even with the seventh-level Great Wilderness Body Tempering Technique and two levels of Divine Wood Scripture, he couldn't block it.

"The Guardian of Sacred Relics!"

At the critical moment, the chubby boy behind him used his shield to block, but the red light blade seemed to have locked onto its target and pierced through the meteorite plate and the chubby boy's body in the form of light.

This was the fatal blow from the Pavilion Master of Wuxiang Pavilion, filled with his boundless resentment; he would not kill anyone but Jiang Yuan!

He hated Jiang Yuan's sneak attack, he hated his own underestimation of his enemy, but all of this had already happened, and he could only do his last thing to drag his enemy down to hell with him.

As for Little Fatty, in his eyes, this shield warrior couldn't even beat the black-robed man, and would die sooner or later.

"Brother Yuan!" Little Fatty cried out anxiously, but the red light blade had already landed on Jiang Yuan's arm.

boom!

Jiang Yuan, who was just in front of him, suddenly disappeared. The ground in front of Little Fatty became a crater with a diameter of ten meters, and Jiang Yuan!

They've disappeared!

"Brother Yuan!" Little Fatty's lips were trembling. Even a ninth-ranked warrior couldn't withstand such an attack, so how could a seventh-ranked warrior who wasn't primarily focused on defense possibly block it?

"If you die like this, how am I supposed to explain this to my sister-in-law when I get back!"

Little Fatty's voice carried a hint of disbelief, as if everything he had experienced was unreal, and he wished that everything before him was a dream.

However, reason told him that Jiang Yuan had been blasted into dust in the previous attack.

"The Pavilion Master is dead!"

The black-robed men who rushed over were all shocked to see the corpse on the ground missing half a head. They all knew how strong the Pavilion Master was, but now he had suddenly died. Anyone would find it unreal, yet such a thing had indeed happened.

"Brother Yuan is dead!"

Although both the man in the black robe and the chubby boy were in a state of existential crisis, the hatred between enemies was palpable. Almost from the moment they met, both harbored the desire for revenge.

"Cough cough!"

Suddenly, a cough broke the silence.

"You bastard, I'm not even really dead yet and you've already cursed me twice. What a great brother you are!"

A hand emerged from a large pit ten meters in diameter.