The "Pure Heart Primordial Sword Technique" is a seventh-tier skill, passed down to Mu Feng by Ancestor Wu Feng.
In the previous team competition, Song Chen's talisman was too powerful, and Zhao Ziyi was holding a magical flying sword.
This left Mu Feng with nowhere to use his sword techniques.
Now, both of them are wielding iron swords and possess the same strength at the Great Perfection of the Foundation Establishment stage.
Mu Feng felt that his opportunity had come.
Zhao Ziyi's expression turned solemn upon hearing the six words "Pure Heart Ancient Sword Manual".
With such a long name, this sword technique must be incredibly powerful.
"Bang!"
On the arena, the two moved with lightning speed, and the next moment, they collided in the middle of the arena.
A surge of spiritual energy erupted from his body.
Mu Feng's sword energy was vast and boundless, like a jack, carrying an oppressive aura, and pierced straight towards Zhao Ziyi.
Zhao Ziyi paused, then retreated swiftly like a leaf blown away by the wind.
"Your sword technique is quite good."
Retreating to the edge of the arena, Zhao Ziyi twirled his sword, then lightly touched the ground with his toes and suddenly lunged forward.
He released his spiritual energy freely, and residual spiritual light drifted across the sword peak.
The two swords clashed, and a series of clanging sounds followed the passage of the swords.
In just one encounter, Zhao Ziyi launched dozens of attacks.
A cold glint flashed, and Mu Feng retreated to the edge of the arena.
His hand holding the sword trembled slightly; Zhao Ziyi's attack had been too powerful for him to parry.
Mu Feng sneered, "With your fighting style, you'll run out of spiritual energy in less than a hundred moves."
“Then the spiritual energy will be exhausted.” After saying that, Zhao Ziyi floated back to Mu Feng’s side.
For a moment, only the sound of sword energy piercing the air could be heard on the platform.
The long sword in Zhao Ziyi's hand surged with red flames, and when the sword tip sliced through Mu Feng's sleeve, it would bring a burst of fire.
The scorching heat left red marks on Mu Feng's cheeks, neck, and arms.
"Zhao Ziyi! You've disfigured me!"
In Mu Feng's panic, Zhao Ziyi swiftly drew his sword. The next second, the sword struck Mu Feng, and with a loud bang, Mu Feng instantly fell off the stage, flying more than ten meters before crashing heavily to the ground, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
The surrounding cultivators were dumbfounded; this development was far too unexpected!
Mu Feng was making threats earlier, so how come he was blasted out of the ring now?
Zhao Ziyi said in a calm voice:
"You haven't even condensed your sword heart yet, how dare you underestimate my sword?"
With his spiritual energy completely depleted, Zhao Ziyi finally reached the barrier to advancing to the Golden Core stage.
He quickly leaped off the stage and sat cross-legged.
Dark thunderclouds rapidly gathered in the sky.
The cultivators were still in shock as to why Zhao Ziyi, despite winning, voluntarily stepped down.
The next second, the entire platform went dark.
The cultivators looked up, staring in disbelief at Lei Yun.
Zhao Ziyi has achieved enlightenment during the battle and is about to advance to the Golden Core stage on the spot!
The entire audience was in an uproar.
At this moment, Song Chen flew to Zhao Ziyi's side, slapped down his storage bag, and several sets of array flags appeared in his hand.
"Everyone, make way, I'll set up the formation."
Song Chen spoke while his hands didn't stop.
One array after another was set up around Zhao Ziyi.
Someone reminded me:
“Song Chen, by setting up a defensive formation now, you are interfering with Zhao Ziyi’s advancement. It may have the opposite effect, increasing the power of the lightning tribulation.”
Song Chen nodded in agreement, but his hands kept moving.
This formation isn't for defending against heavenly lightning, but rather for protecting against the surrounding cultivators.
After setting up the formation, Song Chen immediately sat cross-legged outside the formation, guarding Zhao Ziyi.
Lightning gathered above the platform.
A terrifying energy was brewing in the clouds.
A surge of spiritual energy emanated from the lightning tribulation.
The spiritual energy was too violent, and all the cultivators felt their meridians begin to sting and become uncomfortable.
Only those with the lightning spirit root thrived in this environment.
The spiritual energy within this lightning tribulation is a great tonic for cultivators with lightning spiritual roots.
Many cultivators with lightning spiritual roots sat cross-legged, enjoying the gifts from Zhao Ziyi.
Song Chen also sensed Lei Linggen's irritability, but he still had to protect Zhao Ziyi and summon Dean Pei at any time.
We have no choice but to temporarily abandon the absorption of this lightning spiritual energy.
"Snap!"
After a long period of preparation, a bolt of lightning struck down with a deafening roar.
A piercing sound rang out, and the Foundation Establishment cultivators around who had not yet undergone tribulation all looked on in terror.
The first lightning tribulation was so terrifying!
In an instant, Zhao Ziyi's Rank 3, Level 10 Golden Silk Robe shattered into pieces.
With a tearing sound, the robe shattered completely, turning into a shower of golden light that drifted through the air.
The next second, Zhao Ziyi's fingers twitched slightly, and a brand new set of robes reappeared on his body.
"Snap! Snap!"
Two lightning bolts struck down in quick succession.
Caught off guard, Zhao Ziyi's face flushed instantly.
"Pfft."
Crimson blood flowed down Zhao Ziyi's lips.
For cultivators undergoing tribulation, the chance of survival is extremely slim.
There are two types of tribulations: the Four-Nine Tribulation and the Nine-Nine Tribulation.
The Forty-Nine Thunder Tribulation brought down a total of 36 bolts of heavenly lightning.
The Nine-Nine Thunder Tribulation saw a total of 81 bolts of heavenly lightning strike down.
The heavens are jealous of talent; only genius cultivators can enjoy the Nine-Nine Heavenly Thunder.
Therefore, the more heavenly lightning there is, the more it reflects the cultivator's strength.
Zhao Ziyi has already coughed up blood after only three lightning tribulations.
The surrounding cultivators were all sighing and shaking their heads.
Zhao Ziyi probably won't make it.
Song Chen clenched his fists so tightly that his palms felt numb.
Inside the protective array, Zhao Ziyi had no intention of wiping away the bloodstains. With a slight movement of his fingers, another set of third-grade, tenth-level flowing gold silk robes appeared on his body.
At the same time, a healing pill appeared in his hand.
With a flick of his finger, the pill entered his mouth and transformed into pure medicinal power, repairing his damaged body.
He continued to gather his strength, wary of the impending lightning tribulation.
"Boom!!"
A burst of intense lightning flashed.
Several bolts of lightning struck down simultaneously.
This time, Zhao Ziyi was prepared, and her skin glowed with golden light.
The spiritual energy flows around the outside of the body.
The onlookers watched Zhao Ziyi numbly as he changed into different colored robes to resist the lightning tribulation.
—How many robes does Zhao Ziyi actually have?
"I don't know. This robe weakened the lightning tribulation by at least 30%, it's a real treasure!"
"Zhao Ziyi has already changed into more than thirty robes. It feels like the tribulation lightning is still intensifying. I'm afraid the resistance won't be strong enough for the next round."
—"Is Zhao Ziyi facing the Forty-Nine Heavenly Tribulation or the Ninety-Nine Heavenly Tribulation?"
"I guess it's the Forty-Nine Heavenly Tribulation. The last time the Ninety-Nine Heavenly Tribulation occurred was when Li Wantian of the Li family advanced in rank."
"But Li Wantian also lost in the team competition, making him a defeated opponent of Zhao Ziyi. How could Zhao Ziyi be inferior to Li Wantian?"
"That's all because of Song Chen. Although Zhao Ziyi is powerful, sword cultivators rarely experience the Nine-Nine Heavenly Tribulation."
"These robes, were they all made by Song Chen? Originally, a third-grade flowing gold silk robe would cost 50 gold coins. Now that Zhao Ziyi is wearing tenth-grade robes, they must be even more expensive!"
"If Zhao Ziyi's clothes were to be sold, each piece would fetch over 250 gold."
"Wow! It's so expensive! Zhao Ziyi is actually willing to use it to resist the lightning tribulation?"
"What's there to be reluctant about? Look, Zhao Ziyi has already taken out more than forty items."
"If only I were Song Chen's Daoist partner! I wouldn't have to worry about tribulations, and I'd have an endless supply of pills and robes!"
The monks whispered among themselves, their voices filled with envy.
Song Chen ignored everything and kept his eyes fixed on Zhao Ziyi, fearing something might happen to him.
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