"Ice?" Huo Ling looked at Jiang Wuyuan with a worried expression.
Jiang Wuyuan ignored Huo Ling. He looked at the imposing woman in front of him and nodded slightly: "I accept your challenge."
“Very good.” Huai Yao’s lips curled up slightly. “At least you’re not a timid person, which I admire. It would be a bit unfair to challenge you with my current peak Martial Emperor strength, but she told me that even so, I might not win, so I won’t suppress my cultivation.”
Jiang Wuyuan nodded in agreement.
He himself enjoys challenging strong opponents, and Huai Yao's decision not to suppress his cultivation level suits him perfectly.
As for the 'she' that Huai Yao mentioned, Jiang Wuyuan didn't care; it didn't matter who it was.
"I'm going to steal a ring."
Having arranged a duel with Jiang Wuyuan, Huai Yao turned around, randomly picked a lucky person, and leaped onto the stage.
The boy on stage wasn't ranked high on the leaderboard. When he saw that it was Huai Yao who was going on stage, he hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to just admit defeat—after all, Huai Yao wasn't the one she wanted to challenge.
Huai Yao ignored the boy and looked directly in the direction of Jiang Wuyuan: "Please."
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Jiang Wuyuan, carrying a sword box on his back, gracefully landed opposite Huai Yao.
In an instant, the will to fight surged.
In the ensuing silence, Huai Yao waved her staff first, and gray mist instantly spread out, almost covering half of the arena.
Summon—Undead Knight!
Buzz—
It was as if a portal to hell had suddenly opened behind Huai Yao, from which an endless stream of undead knights poured out.
They were nothing but skeletons, draped in black robes, sitting on the backs of warhorses that were also skeletons, and holding extremely sharp bone spears.
Within those terrifying eye sockets, a faint, eerie blue flame flickered.
In an instant, they rushed towards the boy opposite them like a thousand horses galloping.
The aura of death was overwhelming, but Jiang Wuyuan's expression remained unchanged. He swung his long sword, creating a dazzling flash of light.
Sword Drawing Technique!
Of all Jiang Wuyuan's skills, his proficiency in sword drawing is undoubtedly the highest.
Half a month ago, he had already vaguely touched the threshold of perfection, and now he is even closer, as if he is just one step away from the finish line.
Click—
Wherever the golden sword light passed, the undead knight and his warhorse were cleaved in two.
The severed limbs fell to the ground, kicking up a lot of dust.
However, in just a moment, those severed limbs and broken bodies were pieced together again and stood up.
So this is what those people called the immortal spirit.
Jiang Wuyuan understood.
Next, Jiang Wuyuan made all sorts of attempts.
To cut off the head and crush it.
However, no matter what tricks they used, these undead knights could not be killed.
Or rather, they are already dead, so they cannot be completely eradicated.
Jiang Wuyuan narrowed his eyes, his sharp gaze seemingly piercing through the dense horde of undead knights and landing on Huai Yao, who was hidden among the undead.
Then, let's capture the king first!
Huai Yao suddenly felt a chill run down her spine, and she subconsciously used her skill to link her life to the undead knight beside her.
Damage sharing!
This is also one of her trump cards.
At the same time, Jiang Wuyuan also made a move.
A gentle breeze!
The figure formed from golden light darted past the main force of undead knights, facing Huai Yao standing at the rear.
Huai Yao was also a seasoned veteran. When she saw Jiang Wuyuan rushing over, she immediately took a few steps back and raised her staff.
Summon—Undead Armor.
In an instant, the gray-black mist enveloped Huai Yao's body layer by layer, transforming it into a black armor filled with death and bloodshed.
At the same time, she also controlled the undead knights to rush desperately towards Jiang Wuyuan.
Jiang Wuyuan neither dodged nor retreated, and his internal energy and blood circulated again.
Dragon Steps!
Chant—
The audience below saw a bright light burst forth amidst the gloomy fog.
A golden dragon burst forth from the fog, tearing the thick black mist around it to shreds.
Like breaking through the clouds, like the rising sun.
Huaiyao only felt the figure flash by.
With her cultivation level, she couldn't even completely track down Jiang Wuyuan's whereabouts.
With mysterious steps, Jiang Wuyuan moved between the dead and the locust trees, leaving behind thousands of sword marks in an instant.
Ultimate! Dragon Slash!
roar--
The phantom of a divine dragon coiled around the sharp sword intent and swiftly attacked Huai Yao's direction.
Huai Yao, who was initially relieved that the young man's combo attack couldn't break her defense, suddenly changed her expression drastically. She hurriedly dodged to the side, but the sword energy still grazed her undead armor in an instant.
Click!
As the crisp sound rang out, the boy in front of her vanished without a trace.
Huaiyao slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, it only shattered her defenses and didn't hurt her.
As it turned out, she was too optimistic.
Jiang Wuyuan's figure returned to its original position.
The moment he looked up, the sword marks on Huai Yao's body suddenly erupted.
boom--
The loud explosion drew everyone's attention.
Amidst the billowing dust, Huai Yao's figure still stood there, but the group of undead around her were all blown to pieces.
Jiang Wuyuan frowned slightly.
It seems more like a means of sharing the damage.
The explosion caused significant damage to the undead, and it took several seconds for them to fully recover.
"You are indeed very strong." Huai Yao's fighting spirit intensified. "It seems that Ye Wenxian was not lying to me after all."
Let's fight again!
This time, she won't hold back.
The Gates of Hell!
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