"It's just a golden sword energy. See how I break it."
The ancestor of the Ximen family opened his hands wide. He confused "Su Yuening's" attack with the previous one and thought it could be broken with just a little effort.
I don’t know if it was intentional or not, but the movements he made when performing his martial arts were highly similar to those of “Su Yuening”.
With both hands open, "Su Yuening" condensed a golden holy sword, while he condensed a purple thunder ball with tiny arcs of lightning crackling on it.
In the high sky covered with dark clouds, it shines brightly and looks quite cool.
The ancestor of the Ximen family was also a rare genius in his time.
A top-grade gifted thunder spiritual root.
Created a lot of brilliance.
Although he is dead, his remaining spirit still has the demeanor of its former peak level.
"Thunderbolt wave."
The ancestor of the Ximen family looked at the moves that he was proud of during his lifetime, and his cloudy eyes brightened up. However, this technique consumed too much spiritual energy. His condensed soul and clear eyes gradually faded and became transparent, giving people the feeling that it would disappear in the next moment.
The purple electric ball condensed very quickly. Compared with the normal-sized sword energy, it was more like the comparison between a giant and a dwarf. The round electric ball had increased in size to the extreme and was very huge, at least as thick as a dozen people could hug together.
Normally, a small electric ball is enough to make people feel scared, let alone such a huge one.
"go".
The ancestor of the Ximen family shouted loudly, and exerted force with his forearms, making a leap upward and throwing forward motion.
He gritted his teeth and the skin on his body moved, as if he was using all his strength to suck milk.
There was a huge roar of thunder, and the purple electric ball collided with the golden sword energy. The purple light and the golden light intertwined, merged with each other, and disappeared from each other, pulling like a broken lotus root. As the roar ended, the world returned to dead silence.
The purple electric ball was blasted into countless pieces and scattered between heaven and earth, rendering the dark sky exceptionally beautiful, like purple meteors streaking across the sky. The golden sword energy was not much better, disappearing without a trace, leaving no sign of its existence.
The ancestor of the Ximen family breathed a long sigh of relief, with a relaxed expression on his face.
The attack was able to be offset by him, which means that the opponent's strength is almost the same as his.
Even with the spiritual power of the Great Perfection of Qi Training, it is definitely not enough for her to release such moves multiple times.
But he can.
His soul summoned by the jade pendant can last for a period of time.
He won't disappear inexplicably before the time comes.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth was all used by him to quickly replenish his depleted spiritual power.
This is his advantage.
He can wear down the opponent.
"Su Yuening" stepped on the flying sword, controlled it, and retreated dozens of meters.
"Condensation."
The golden lightsaber that had originally dissipated condensed out of thin air.
It is tighter and the golden light is brighter. The golden mist wrapped around the surface looks fascinating and makes people want to possess it alone.
"Little Lightning is good, it feeds the Holy Sword."
After touching the sharp sword blade, "Su Yuening" gently flicked the hilt.
The crisp jingle sound is very pleasant to the ear.
The golden lightsaber was wrapped in a subtle purple arc of electricity and rushed towards the ancestor of the Ximen family at an incredible speed.
How could the sword energy condensed by the power of destiny be easily broken?
Although it seems to disappear on the surface, it does not actually disappear in the true sense. It just decomposes into an invisible form and absorbs the power of lightning in the dark.
The real sword energy begins to attack from this moment on.
"W-what?"
The ancestor of the Ximen family, who had not expected this situation, became tongue-tied.
The ball of lightning that he had worked so hard to condense not only did not pose a threat to "Su Yuening", but was absorbed instead. In other words, he released loneliness.
The speed of the golden holy sword was too fast, and the ancestor of the Ximen family hurriedly set up a lightning shield.
The lightning shield is similar to the spiritual wall that Ximen Ting had erected.
They are all in a rectangular shape.
The pale purple halo on the surface flows, seemingly intertwined and parallel, with turbidity and freshness interweaving light and dark, mysterious and magnificent, with protective energy on each layer.
He poured out the remaining spiritual power in his dantian, and his illusory soul floated in the air. His arms and legs were no longer visible, and only half of his body and a head were swaying. Especially his wrinkled scalp, it was more terrifying than a ghost.
Can it be blocked?
The ancestor of the Ximen family had a scorching gaze.
This defensive method is infinitely close to the top grade. Even if his spiritual power is not enough, its high quality can indirectly make up for this shortcoming. It should not be easily broken, right?
Thinking that it would not be easily broken, in the blink of an eye, the gold instantly penetrated the purple lightning shield, and the crackling sound of the electric arc stopped strangely.
By the time the crackling sound of the electric arc returned, the golden holy sword had already completely penetrated the lightning shield.
The surface of the lightning shield was split into two halves, and the mysterious halo flowing inside seemed to be sucked away, gradually becoming an illusory state, exactly the same as the state of Patriarch Ximen's soul. The difference was that the lightning shield quickly dissipated completely.
His pupils shrank, and the ancestor of the Ximen family wanted to avoid the golden holy sword that was about to pierce through his chest. He used all his strength to move a little distance, but was still pierced through the body by the golden holy sword that turned into golden light.
The surrounding space was distorted for a moment.
"how so……"
He lowered his head stiffly, and the golden sword stuck in his chest almost blinded the eyes of the ancestor of the Ximen family.
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