As he spoke, Jiang Deng shook his clothes to shake off the dust.
Just now, it seemed that she had used her body to fight against the meteorite head-on, and shattered the meteorite with her physical strength, but the truth was not that simple...
First of all, over the past few days, her cultivation has reached the middle stage of the Jindan realm, and her physical strength is also at the middle stage of the Jindan realm. If she uses the "Eight Gates Kung Fu", her physical strength can be improved to the late stage of the Jindan realm in a short period of time.
But she only opened it for a moment. After smashing the meteorite, she closed the eight gates again. In total, she didn't use much spiritual power.
There was silence for a moment.
Then there was a burst of exclamations, obviously Jiang Deng's actions completely shocked them.
Who would have thought that a seemingly weak female cultivator would have such strong physical strength?
It's much more eye-catching than the sword move by Lin Jun just now!
There was an emotion in Lin Jun's eyes that others could not understand. For some reason, when he saw that Jiang Deng was safe and sound for the first time, he felt a strong sense of joy and excitement in his heart.
What's going on?
Is it because Jiang Deng is the only one still alive that he has the chance to kill Jiang Deng with his own hands? Yes, it must be because of this reason that he is happy.
Unlike Lin Jun's complicated emotions, everyone in the Taichu Sword Sect was simply happy for Jiang Deng. After all, the stronger Jiang Deng was, the higher their chances of winning the game.
Only the people from Lingxiao Sect on the opposite side were not very happy.
Especially Qiu Song, who was scolded by Jiang Deng, was so breathless that he said, "...Who is crying? I was just laughing, okay?"
"Tsk," Jiang Deng said with a look of disgust, "My dear son, your laughter is almost like crying, but don't worry, mother won't abandon you just because you are mentally ill."
"Who is your mother? Don't talk nonsense!" Qiu Song hurriedly denied.
Jiang Deng raised his eyebrows slightly, "Hmm? I didn't realize you have a hobby of being someone else's mother? Well, if you give me a thousand high-grade spirit stones every month, I will recognize you as my mother."
"Who are you calling a mother? Who is a mother? Apologize to me now, or I'll kill you, believe it or not!"
Qiu Song was so angry that his face turned red and his neck became thick. If his fellow disciples around him had not stopped him, he would have gone to find Jiang Deng to fight him.
"Brother Qiu, forget it. We men shouldn't argue with women."
"That's right, later we'll defeat the people from the Taichu Sword Sect and take this woman into our hands. Then we can torture her however we want."
"Brother Qiu, women are the most vicious. She is deliberately trying to provoke you. You must not fall for her trick. You must put the overall situation first!"
Just as everyone from the Lingxiao Sect was trying to persuade Qiu Song, Sun Caimo, who had been silent the entire time, suddenly spoke up, "You look down on women? Well, I've finished my end, and you guys can fight the people from the Taichu Sword Sect on yourselves."
"What?!"
Now everyone in Lingxiao Sect was dumbfounded.
Sun Caimo is the strongest among the younger generation of Lingxiao Sect!
Sun Caimo is the only Yuanying realm cultivator among them. Now they can fight the Taichu Sword Sect on equal terms, all thanks to Sun Caimo's support.
If Sun Caimo really died, how could they continue to fight against the Taichu Sword Sect? They could just surrender!
"Senior Sister Sun, no, no, no!"
"Senior Sister Sun, just think of it as us farting and it stung you. We were wrong."
"Senior Sister Sun, please don't go..."
The disciples of Lingxiao Sect instantly abandoned Qiu Song and turned to comfort Sun Caimo.
When has Qiu Song, who has always lived a life of luxury, ever suffered such injustice?
Qiu Song was so angry that tears welled up in his eyes. He pointed at Jiang Deng and Sun Caimo and complained, "None of you women are good!"
Jiang Deng scratched his ears and said nothing, just watching Qiu Song opposite him jumping up and down in anxiety.
She knew that the calmer she acted, the angrier Qiu Song would get, and the more furious Qiu Song became, the more unreasonable he would appear...
Sun Caimo, who was standing opposite, was also well aware of this. She coughed lightly and said, "Alright, I was just joking with you. If we want to defeat the Taichu Sword Sect, we have to obey Junior Brother Qiu's command."
Sun Caimo looked at Qiu Song expectantly, "Junior Brother Qiu, what should we do next?"
"Yes, Senior Brother Qiu, you said before that the weakness of Taichu Sword Sect is these two people, but they don't seem to be easy to deal with. Do we still need to continue to deal with them?" Kong Hao also asked.
Qiu Song was speechless and said, "How do I know that these two people didn't participate in the sword formation not because they were too weak, but because they were too strong?"
Sun Caimo sneered, "You didn't expect that, did you? Jiang Deng is the Peak Master of the Taichu Sword Sect. If she really didn't have the skills, how could she become the Peak Master of the Taichu Sword Sect? If we underestimate her, we will only suffer."
"Since you know her identity, why don't you tell me?" Qiu Song said angrily.
Sun Caimo pretended to be surprised and asked, "If I tell you, will you listen?"
Qiu Song: “…”Okay, he really won’t listen.
"These two people are most likely bait deliberately thrown by the Taichu Sword Sect to trick us into attacking them first, so as to consume our strength and eventually be defeated by the sword formation."
After a while, Qiu Song finally calmed down and said calmly, "So, let's ignore them for now and focus on breaking the formation first. We'll defeat the weaker opponents in the sword formation one by one, and then deal with these two."
"good."
The people of Lingxiao Sect gathered their strength and launched another wave of magic attacks towards the people of Taichu Sword Sect.
The No-Retention Sword Formation is a defensive sword formation. If you want to maintain the formation, you cannot take the initiative to attack.
Fortunately, the sword formation consumes very little spiritual power, so a long tug-of-war can be carried out. Therefore, they only need to maintain the sword formation and drain the spiritual power of Lingxiao Sect to win, and there is no need to rush to attack.
However, it would be really boring to continue like this.
Xia Chenqing, the team leader, humbly said, "Master Jiang, Junior Master, you two are not restrained by the sword formation. Why don't you take advantage of the Lingxiao Sect's spell and attack them at close range?"
"No."
Jiang Deng and Lin Jun said in unison.
Xia Chenqing gritted his teeth and asked again, "The competition is very important to us. The sooner the competition is over, the sooner we can return to the sect and concentrate on training."
"Sure, I have no objection."
Jiang Deng agreed very readily this time, and Lin Jun also nodded slightly to show his agreement.
Xia Chenqing was about to show joy on his face when he saw that the two people who had agreed well did not move.
"...What happened again?"
Jiang Deng pointed at Lin Jun, his tone showing no sign of negotiation. "Let him go first. I'm afraid if I leave first, he'll attack me. After all, it's not like he hasn't done this before."
Lin Jun said with a cold face, "I don't trust her either."
"Humph, do you really think everyone is as characterless as you?"
"Thank you."
Jiang Deng and Lin Jun looked at each other, and a strong murderous aura spread between them, as if whoever went on the field first would be stabbed in the back by the other without hesitation.
To be precise, in this competition, Jiang Deng and Lin Jun’s biggest enemy was not Lingxiao Sect, but themselves.
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