When Jiang Deng heard Danqing's words, she was no longer sad.
If we talk about misery, Danqing is the more miserable. At least her natal sword, the Chongguang Sword, has never recognized anyone else as its master, but Danqing's natal weapon has recognized someone else as its master. No wonder Danqing is unhappy.
“Here it comes!”
As Shi Tongling's reminder sounded, Jiang Deng quickly put away his wandering thoughts and saw Duan Chuan's figure appear at the end of his sight.
Duan Chuan walked over with confident steps, holding his broken sword.
However, his height was a flaw. Even though he held his head high and chest out with great imposing manner, his height only reached Fan Wuyin's chin. The height comparison between the two looked very sad.
"Third Brother, you are finally here."
A smile appeared on Fan Wuyin's face, but the smile did not reach his eyes.
Duan Chuan didn't give him any face at all, "Yes, I am here to kill you."
"Heh!" Fan Wuyin scolded softly, "Third Senior Brother, you're really clueless. I've only been giving in to you, but you really think you're a dish?"
Duan Chuan replied succinctly, "It's better than you not even having a dish."
"In that case..."
Fan Wuyin raised his head suddenly, demonic energy surging from his body, even the Tuwei Knife in his hand was filled with demonic energy, and his aura was terrifying. "Third Brother, please don't blame me for disregarding the friendship between us!"
Duan Chuan continued to speak harshly, "Who is a fellow cultivator like you?"
“…”
Fan Wuyin didn't say anything else and started to attack directly, using his ultimate move right away.
"Devil's Sword Technique, Nine Slashes of the Devil!"
Under his control, a steady stream of demonic energy poured into Tu Weidao. As he swung the sword again and again, the sword energy containing demonic energy transformed into nine demon statues!
Each of these nine demon statues was three meters tall, with ferocious expressions, and they pounced towards Duan Chuan with their fangs and claws bared!
“Tsk tsk tsk…”
Jiang Deng, who was standing behind the rockery, was amazed. He didn't expect that the fifth disciple was so powerful.
Danqing's voice was heard in the Eight Gates World explaining, "This Heavenly Demon Sword Technique is a divine-level sword technique. Only the master of the Tuwei Sword can practice it, but it is extremely challenging for the sword master's talent. Some demon cultivators spend their entire lives stuck at the first Heavenly Demon Slash. I didn't expect Fan Wuyin to be able to practice to the ninth slash. He is truly a genius."
Jiang Deng asked curiously, "Danqing, weren't you also the master of the Tuwei Knife? How many slashes have you reached?"
"I am not talented," Dan Qing said modestly, "I have only practiced to the Thirteenth Slash, because the maximum limit of the Heavenly Demon Slash is Thirteenth Slash."
Jiang Deng: “…”
Wow, Danqing is too modest, isn’t he?
With his mouth twitching, Jiang Deng raised his head and continued to watch the fight.
Fan Wuyin's Heavenly Demon Sword Skills were indeed powerful. Facing the siege of nine transformed golems, Duan Chuan could only hold his sword and dodge.
But no matter how he dodged, the golems still chased him relentlessly, as if they would not stop until they tore him to pieces.
Fortunately, after a period of maneuvering, the long sword in Duan Chuan's arms had continued to gather enough spiritual power, enough to perform a sword move...
Duan Chuan raised his eyes and looked at the nine demon statues in front of him, murderous intent in his eyes.
He grasped the hilt of the sword with one hand and slowly pulled it upwards...
A flash of sword!
In an instant, the heaven and earth were dimmed by the sword Duan Chuan drew out, and all that could be seen was the dazzling sword light!
"One thought stops the killing!"
How to stop killing?
Of course, killing is the way to stop killing!
Although Duan Chuan is a sword master, he only has this one sword move. This move is formed by the sword energy of his innate sword body and the killing sword intent he has cultivated.
It has always been successful, and today will be no exception!
As Duan Chuan swung his sword, the sky and the earth seemed to be split in half, and the nine demon statues formed by the demonic energy just now all disappeared into thin air.
However, the sword energy of this sword move has not ended yet and is still continuing to attack Fan Wuyin!
“Tsk tsk tsk…”
Jiang Deng behind the rockery continued to marvel at the sight.
This sword move is indeed very powerful, but...
As the master, Jiang Deng was still a little dissatisfied. The point of dissatisfaction was why her third disciple's behavior was similar to her in her previous life. She had lived for thousands of years and only studied this one sword move.
"This sword move..."
Danqing from the Eight Gates World took in the battle situation through Jiang Deng's eyes, and finally sighed, "I can only say that Duan Chuan is worthy of being the Sword Master of the World."
If she were in her prime, she would not be prepared for this move.
If Danqing is like this, let alone Fan Wuyin, whose strength is even inferior to Danqing.
Facing Duan Chuan's strongest attack, he had no choice but to swing his sword to block it, and he took several steps back during the chopping...
Seeing this, Duan Chuan breathed a sigh of relief.
He subconsciously rubbed his chest where the blood was surging. His strength had declined so much that it was a bit difficult for him to use this move.
This move has drained most of the spiritual power in his body. Even the spiritual power consumed to keep his natal sword unsheathed is a heavy burden for him.
Thinking of this, Duan Chuan hurriedly put the unsheathed sword back into the scabbard. His spiritual power was not enough, so he thought he would save as much as possible.
Fortunately, he has already won...
He raised his eyes and looked at Fan Wuyin opposite him.
After slashing for more than ten times, Fan Wuyin finally neutralized the power of Duan Chuan's sword energy. At this moment, his forehead was covered with sweat and his breathing was a little rapid. It was obvious that the resistance just now was also a great exhaustion for him.
Duan Chuan snorted and laughed, "Fifth Junior Brother, you've already lost."
"Lost? That's not necessarily true, is it?"
Fan Wuyin smiled evilly, wiped the sweat from his forehead, then gripped the hilt of the Tu Wei Knife with both hands, flew up, and chopped towards Duan Chuan!
Duan Chuan was surprised and said, "You've already lost! How can you still fight?"
"Third Brother, you are too naive," Fan Wuyin laughed in mid-air, "This is not a sparring match, this is a battle of life and death!"
Seeing Tu Weidao getting closer and closer to his forehead, Duan Chuan realized that Fan Wuyin was not going to use any sword skills this time, but was planning to fight him in close combat!
Since Fan Wuyin had locked onto Duan Chuan's aura with his powerful spiritual sense, Duan Chuan could not escape, and his remaining spiritual power did not support him to use another sword move.
Therefore, Duan Chuan did not draw his sword again, but could only hold up the scabbard with one hand to block Fan Wuyin's attack.
Bang!
In mid-air, a huge black shadow enveloped the slender Duan Chuan.
With a dull sound, the arm holding the sword in Duan Chuan's hand broke into pieces, and then it collapsed, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground.
"Oh!"
Fan Wuyin smiled triumphantly. He kicked Duan Chuan to the ground and said condescendingly, "Third Brother, you've lost this battle."
Jiang Deng behind the rockery couldn't help but cover his eyes, looking as if he couldn't bear to look.
Although she knew in advance that Duan Chuan would definitely lose due to his declining strength, she never expected that Duan Chuan would lose so miserably.
After all, Duan Chuan is a sword genius with an innate sword body. He has been a sword practitioner for more than a thousand years. How come he is so bad?
He couldn't even defeat the five disciples who were halfway through their magic training...
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