A fierce wind blew across the mountaintop, causing the hair of the two men to fly wildly. Their killing intent clashed and sparked intense lightning and shadows as the two figures stood facing each other.
Lin Fan was dressed in a white robe and held an ancient longsword in his hand. The sword had faint dragon patterns flowing on its blade and emitted a faint golden light.
Gu Yancheng exuded a fierce aura, his eyes fixed on the lightning, bloodstains on his face, and his hair flying wildly, resembling a menacing demon.
A torrent of violent spiritual energy poured forth, swirling around him and engulfing his figure. It then coalesced into purple armor, covering his body. Purple spiritual energy coiled around his longsword, burning like raging purple flames. The air itself became turbulent, and the aura was overwhelming.
The atmosphere between the two was extremely tense, as if even the air itself had frozen.
Gu Yancheng took the initiative and moved like a ghost to approach Lin Fan.
Purple flames leaped on the longsword, like a purple inferno descending from the sky, its power overwhelming. He let out a long roar, and his sword, like a rainbow, slashed down at Lin Fan's head.
Lin Fan's expression was solemn. He knew that Gu Yancheng's Purple Flame Heavenly Skill was extraordinary and should not be underestimated.
The blades flashed, cutting through the space like tofu, causing the surrounding rocks to explode and fly everywhere.
With a slight movement and a mysterious footwork, he instantly avoided Gu Yancheng's fatal blow.
At the same time, he drew his longsword and instantly unleashed the first level of the Dragon Soul Sword Technique, "Flying Dragon in the Sky".
The longsword transformed into a golden light, piercing straight into Gu Yancheng's chest. His sword was swift, leaving numerous afterimages and drawing a graceful arc in the air.
Gu Yancheng sneered and blocked Lin Fan's sword move with a horizontal slash of his longsword.
However, Lin Fan's swordsmanship was as agile as a swimming dragon, changing moves in an instant, with the second move, "Dragon's Roar at Dawn," following closely behind.
This time, Lin Fan's swordplay was even more ferocious; wherever the tip of his sword pointed, the air was cleaved into tiny cracks.
The longsword hummed, and boundless sword intent floated in the surrounding space. Each sword intent had the power to split mountains and shatter rocks.
Gu Yancheng was startled. He hadn't expected Lin Fan's Dragon Soul Sword Technique to be so exquisite, and that he had even grasped the sword intent.
He felt the long sword in his hand tremble, and his skin stung as if it were being scraped by the blade.
Faced with Lin Fan's overwhelming offensive, he dared not be careless and fully activated the Purple Flame Heavenly Art to engage in a fierce battle with Lin Fan.
The two fought back and forth in the dense forest, their swords flashing and their movements intertwined.
The surrounding trees collapsed under the impact of the two men's powerful force, sending earth and rocks flying everywhere.
However, no matter how Gu Yancheng attacked, Lin Fan was always able to defuse the crisis and find opportunities to counterattack with the exquisite Dragon Soul Sword Technique.
Lin Fan's swordsmanship is fierce and domineering, yet it also has a touch of the unpredictable. His moves are strange, sometimes seeming to come from tricky angles, making them hard to fathom.
Time passed second by second, and the battle between the two had entered a white-hot stage.
Although Gu Yancheng was powerful, Lin Fan's movements were like a leech, difficult to shake off, and his swordsmanship was tricky and difficult to deal with; a slight mistake could result in serious injury.
He couldn't help but feel anxious, because he knew that if things continued like this, he would eventually be defeated.
Just then, Lin Fan suddenly retreated rapidly, his longsword drawing a perfect arc in the air before plunging into the ground.
He then shouted, "Dragon Soul Sword Technique, Fifth Level—Dragon Soul Annihilation!"
With this shout, Lin Fan's body shone with golden light, and as his longsword shot out from the ground, it transformed into a golden dragon that pounced towards Gu Yancheng.
This dragon was enormous, its scales shimmering with golden light, and its eyes shooting out two sharp golden beams.
Gu Yancheng was shocked to see this; he had not expected that Lin Fan's swordsmanship was so powerful.
He activated the Purple Flame Heavenly Art, bit his tongue, and spat out a mouthful of blood essence, which fused into the longsword.
Purple spiritual energy coiled around him like flames, resembling a blazing purple sun traversing the heavens and earth. He pushed his cultivation technique to its limit, wielding his longsword as he slashed at the giant dragon.
"What a terrifying aura!"
Bai Rushuang's expression was solemn, her beautiful eyes filled with shock. This kind of power probably surpassed the extreme realm of the Nascent Soul stage. Even if she could break through to the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, she probably wouldn't be able to match the combined strength of the two of them.
"It is said that the Purple Flame Heavenly Art of the Xuanwu Heavenly Sect has the power to destroy the heavens and the earth. When it is used, it is like a purple sun piercing through the heavens and the earth. Its power is extremely terrifying and can suppress all enemies in the world." Qin Tian swallowed his saliva, feeling a little tingly on his scalp.
He clearly still wanted to provoke Lin Fan, but now he realizes how incredibly foolish he was.
"Is this really a move that a Nascent Soul cultivator can unleash?" Lin Lang's tone was full of awe.
As the explosions rang out and two terrifying forces raged, the onlookers sensed the danger and retreated to avoid them.
The mere aftershocks of their battle were enough for them to sense the danger and forcing them to stay away and watch.
With a loud bang, the purple flames dissipated, revealing Gu Yancheng's terrified face, his long sword stuck diagonally into the ground.
The ground where they had just fought was cracked, and the mountains were severely fractured.
Lin Fan stood not far away, quietly watching Gu Yancheng, and said calmly, "I haven't even used my strength yet, and you've already fallen."
Gu Yancheng did not answer him, his face pale as he knelt on the ground, too weak to stand up again.
His purple armor shattered, his body was covered in bloodstains, the sword wounds on his face were gruesome, winding like a centipede, and he had lost a lot of hair, almost becoming bald.
He wanted to continue taking the pills, but the finger holding the storage ring flew out and was severed by a sword aura.
Gu Yancheng held his severed finger, his forehead covered in cold sweat, his face contorted in pain, and his body convulsing uncontrollably.
Lin Fan took the storage ring into his hand, glanced at Gu Yancheng, and then struck out with his palm, tearing Gu Yancheng's clothes to shreds and exposing him to the air.
Then, to everyone's astonishment, he reached out and grabbed the elephant's trunk from a distance, pulling it out three feet long, like pulling a slingshot.
Gu Yancheng let out a terrible scream, as horrible as a pig being slaughtered.
"It has good elasticity and toughness, making it perfect for slingshots." Lin Fan released his grip, and the giant elephant's trunk quickly retracted, causing another scream.
The onlookers exchanged bewildered glances. The woman blushed and turned away, unable to watch. The man's face twitched, and a chill ran through him.
Such a ruthless method! It's even more painful than killing him; he suffered immense physical and mental trauma.
They looked at Lin Fan as if he were a demon, and couldn't help but clench their thighs together, feeling a chill in their crotches and a bit of draft.
Gu Yancheng's face was ashen. The giant elephant had been ruined, and he would probably have trouble using it in the future, as it would remind him of today's humiliation.
"You can keep your life for now. I will personally go to the Xuanwu Heavenly Sect to take your dog's life in the future." Lin Fan raised his foot and kicked him flying towards the foot of the mountain.
At this moment, the battle between Fengxi and Liu Wanqing also came to a conclusion.
They were all in bad shape. Fengxi's body was covered in blood and wounds, but her eyes were bright and her face was full of excitement.
At the crucial moment, she broke through to the sixth level of the Golden Core realm and defeated Liu Wanqing with the strength of the Taiyi Immortal Scripture and the Saint-grade spiritual vein.
The latter knelt on the ground, her jade-like hands tightly gripping her sword, barely supporting her body to prevent herself from falling.
Her gaze was filled with resentment as she stared at Feng Xi. She couldn't understand why she had lost, despite possessing the power of a divine-level spiritual vein and the ninth level of the Golden Core stage.
Fengxi excitedly walked over and kicked Liu Wanqing to the ground. The prodigies of the Liu and Wang families tried to stop her, but were blocked by the people from the Grand Elder's faction.
The two sides are locked in a tense standoff, facing each other in close combat.
"Liu Wanqing, it's time to repay what you owe that doesn't belong to you."
Feng Xi's face was icy cold. She then raised her sword and stabbed it towards Liu Wanqing's dantian. The violent spiritual power shattered her golden core and tore her dantian apart.
Liu Wan let out a miserable scream, her body convulsing in pain as her spiritual energy dissipated completely, and she coughed up blood incessantly.
At this moment, her face was ashen, and her eyes had lost their light.
Without the Golden Core, she was destined to become a cripple, spending her future days in bed, her survival depending on luck.
Even if she survives, she will need a large amount of elixirs to sustain her life, and living will ultimately be worse than death.
"Do you still want to compete?" Lin Fan turned his gaze to the others, who all avoided his eyes, not daring to meet his gaze.
They bowed respectfully, abandoned this year's competition, and turned to rush down the mountain.
Even Gu Yancheng of the Xuanwu Heavenly Sect was defeated. How could they possibly have the strength and courage to compete? Wouldn't they be courting death?
He didn't kill the Xuanwu Heavenly Sect disciples, perhaps out of fear of their status, or perhaps for other reasons, simply because he wanted to humiliate them.
But what abilities do these people have that would make Lin Fan wary?
"You should recover your strength first, then you can ascend the altar and preside over the sacrificial ceremony later!"
Seeing that she was covered in blood, Lin Fan took out some healing pills and gave them to her.
Fengxi took the healing medicine, sat cross-legged, and after half an hour, his injuries were almost healed. The two of them moved to the side of the altar.
She then ascended the altar, bit her finger, and traced an ancient and strange rune in the air.
Buzz
Suddenly, the sky and earth changed color, and dark clouds covered the earth. Fengxi took out the Liu family's clan emblem and merged it with the blood talisman from before. At the center of the altar, a huge gem shone brightly, and it seemed to have some kind of strange connection with a sleeping will.
Lin Fan felt the vast heavenly might permeating the air and took several steps back. Suddenly, the altar emitted a powerful light that shot straight into the sky.
The light was dazzling, as if it would light up the entire night sky.
Immediately afterwards, the gems on the altar began to slowly rotate, releasing bursts of powerful energy fluctuations.
The stars in the sky seemed to be drawn by this power, twinkling and converging towards the altar.
"The sacrificial ceremony has begun!"
Outside the barrier, the various forces of the Four Saints County watched the sudden and strange phenomenon with solemn expressions, and a cry of surprise came from the crowd.
Suddenly, the gems on the altar burst forth with dazzling light, illuminating the entire night sky as if it were daytime.
A massive beam of light descended from the sky, landing directly on the altar and forming a huge light shield.
Within the light barrier, countless stars seemed to twinkle, slowly rotating around the altar to form a magnificent picture.
Everyone stared wide-eyed at the spectacular sight.
They knew this was the beginning of the festival, and someone would seize the lead and begin to preside over the sacrificial rites.
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