Venerable Guanglingzi, who was standing by, thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps Jianqing is completely confident?"
Venerable Yuqingzi shook his head: "It's still not right. Yan Su was able to make the young monk from Guiyuan Sect surrender when he was in the early stage of the Nascent Soul. Now that he is in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, he is even more powerful. Jianqing's move is really too reckless."
On the fighting stage, Luo Jianqing did not hear the dissatisfaction of Venerable Yuqingzi.
He raised the Frost Floating Sword and pointed it at Yan Su. The latter's face changed and he took out his own ghost axe.
The moment the ghost axe appeared, the sky suddenly darkened and ghosts began to cry.
"The fight begins!"
boom!
A monstrous ghost energy suddenly erupted, and from the ghost axe, thousands of ghosts flew out, wailing and wailing in agony. Their voices were so sharp and piercing that many disciples in the audience blocked their ears in pain, and even some Qi Refining Stage disciples still had blood flowing from their ears.
Upon seeing this, the elder of Mount Taihua flicked his sleeves and reinforced the barrier.
Ghosts filled the sky, a dark mass that looked terrifying. Yan Su, dressed in a pitch-black outfit, stared at Luo Jianqing with a cold expression. A faint green wisp of light flickered in his eyes, as if he had become a true ghost. In Luo Jianqing's eyes, his features were terrifying and hideous.
"I don't bully people, Luo Jianqing, you make the first move!"
Luo Jianqing didn't exaggerate. He held the Frost Floating Sword in his right hand and launched a blast of sword energy. Over a dozen ghosts entangled them and happily devoured them. Yan Su laughed heartily. "Is this your method? Luo Jianqing, after the battle at Flowing Flame Valley, you truly disappoint me. Take my move!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Su suddenly chopped down with an axe.
Instantly, the wind howled, the temperature on the arena plummeted, and countless wandering spirits rolled and roared wildly as they charged towards Luo Jianqing, their force ferocious. Luo Jianqing remained unhurried. His fingers gently tapped the Frost Floating Sword, and suddenly, a green talisman appeared on the blade. Its light was gentle and peaceful, a truly gentle contrast to the overwhelming swarm of ghosts.
Luo Jianqing narrowed his eyes: "Go!"
A cyan sword light rose from the ground, rippling outward like a wave. When the ghosts touched the sword light, they suddenly stopped in their tracks, howling and darting forward, but the sword light refused to retreat. The two met in the center of the arena, engaging in a tug-of-war.
After a moment, the sword light shattered and the ghost flew back into the ghost axe.
Yan Su's eyes flashed, and he made hand gestures, pointing at the ghost axe.
"Nine Yin and Blue Sky are all gone, and the King of Hell will not forgive the wronged souls!"
The massive axe pointed directly at Luo Jianqing, forming a terrifying black skull in the air. A closer look revealed that the skull was composed of thousands of evil spirits, each crying out in grievances, their earth-shaking resentment and endless ghostly energy nourishing the massive skull, making it even more condensed and terrifying.
The Soul-Breaking Sect's elder laughed heartily, "Hahahaha, thank you very much! Ever since Yan Su emerged from the Cave of Ten Thousand Ghosts, he has subdued ten thousand wronged ghosts. It's already quite rare that he could refine the Nine Yin Wail Axe in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. Luo Jianqing of Mount Taihua deserved his defeat. Thank you, fellow Taoists!"
Upon hearing this, Venerable Guanglingzi slammed the table and said, "Who said that sinister kid would definitely win?"
The elder of the Broken Soul Sect sneered, "Guanglingzi, I haven't seen you for fifty years. How come your bad temper hasn't changed at all? If the Nine Yin Weeping Axe strikes, it will damage your soul. You'd better be careful of your Taihua Mountain disciples. It's better to be careful and save them in time."
Guanglingzi cursed, "Open your eyes and see clearly. It's just a small axe. How can it be compared with my 'Nine Lotus Original Heart Record' on Mount Taihua?"
The Soul-Breaking Sect elder was startled and quickly looked towards the fighting arena. He saw that in the center of the arena, boundless ghost energy had already filled the venue. Luo Jianqing seemed to be forced into a corner by the omnipresent black ghost energy, but the huge skull did not give him any chance to hide or escape.
Luo Jianqing sighed softly and said, "Fellow Daoist Yan, is this your ultimate move?"
Yan Su said coldly: "If you admit defeat now, it's not too late."
Luo Jianqing said, "I finally understand why that Buddhist disciple told you that day, 'Our hearts know that we are all the same, so there is no joy or resentment.' Ghost cultivators are also ghosts. This overwhelming resentment is a fatal blow to you, but have you ever considered how this master of countless resentments will repay you when karma returns?"
Yan Su said, "What do they do to me? All the ghosts that have entered the Cave of Ten Thousand Ghosts are already evil spirits. I have suffered the pain of the ghosts gnawing at my heart, and they have become my slaves, obeying my orders. This is karma and reincarnation!"
Luo Jianqing: "Friend Yan, the sea of suffering is endless, is it time to turn back?"
Yan Su: "My sea of suffering is the great path of cultivation!"
Luo Jianqing narrowed his eyes slightly, then suddenly swung the Frost Floating Sword forward, hovering before his eyes. A cyan light streamed from the Frost Floating Sword. Luo Jianqing studied it closely, silent. After a moment, he began to practice hand seals. A pair of slender hands gradually took shape, and a terrifying and immense force continuously gathered on the Frost Floating Sword.
Rumble!
Dark clouds gathered in the sky, and countless electric snakes rolled and crawled in the thunderclouds.
Luo Jianqing stared and said, "Gather!"
Instantly, a stout bolt of lightning crashed down, striking the Frost Floating Sword. The blade instantly felt like it had been bathed in silver lightning, a radiance flowing from it. Luo Jianqing raised his left hand, pointing it toward the sky. With a push of his foot, the Frost Floating Sword immediately spiraled and slowly lowered to level with the ground.
This seemingly ordinary sword was quietly pointed at Yan Su.
Luo Jianqing said something softly as if with a sigh, but no one could hear it clearly. However, the Frost Floating Sword suddenly shone brightly, and the power of thunder acted on it. The sword, like a mountain peak, pointed forward and rushed out without hesitation.
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