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Chen Huaian: “…”
I thought that Mr. Corpse King would tell me some information that would be somewhat useful.
But in the end, only a few harsh words were obtained among a lot of nonsense.
OK!
Said!
Then I'll hit you and tell you!
Two cold stars flashed in Chen Huaian's eyes, the blade of the Black Scale Sword tilted slightly, and a galaxy surged behind him.
However, when he was about to use the eleventh sword of the Green Lotus Sword Canon - Sword Falling into the Galaxy, the majestic sword energy Galaxy behind him was gradually swallowed up by the bloody and evil energy of the surrounding ancient battlefield as if it were soaked in ink.
Chen Huaian narrowed his eyes and looked at the Corpse King Di Jiang who was approaching calmly step by step in the distance.
When Corpse King Emperor Jiang saw the confusion on Chen Huaian's face, he couldn't help but raise his head and laugh wildly.
"Where do you think this place is? This is an ancient battlefield, a place where immortals are buried! This is my domain!
Within my domain, all magic weapons, all magical powers, and all moves are ineffective!"
Emperor Jiang pointed his sword at Chen Huaian, the two men more than ten feet apart. The bloody aura of the entire battlefield converged on Emperor Jiang, condensing behind him into a long, dancing dragon of blood. Beneath the dragon were the thousands of horses of the army chasing Emperor Jiang.
But behind Chen Huaian there was no one, only dead silence and darkness.
He only has the sword in his hand.
If an ordinary cultivator faced the pressure of the entire domain, looking at Emperor Jiang and the tens of thousands of troops in front of him, he would be unable to use his magical powers and magic weapons.
Maybe I'm scared.
But after a brief moment of doubt, Chen Huaian's face was filled with indifference.
"If I'm reading correctly, you can use sword techniques, you can use magical powers, and you can also use magic weapons. These three rules also apply to you, right?"
Chen Huaian stared at the sword in Di Jiang's hand.
The Chenjiang Sword has the ability to freeze enemies, and when it is held in the hand, cold air will overflow from it.
But at this moment, the Chenjiang Sword was like a magical weapon. It had the appearance of the Chenjiang Sword, but it did not have the characteristics of a magical weapon.
"He's quite a smart man." Di Jiang looked at Chen Huaian with a complex mixture of admiration and pity in his eyes.
Unfortunately, it is impossible to defeat the gods no matter what.
Since you already know this result.
놊如늀 Let the ridiculous farce stop here.
"Within my domain, it is a pure clash of power and will!
I have experienced countless reincarnations and countless deaths. The death of each incarnation is an enlightenment for me.
And you have only been cultivating for a year, and even if you have the Dragon Soul inheritance, it only improves your cultivation level. In terms of momentum and will, how can you be my opponent?
Today, you will feel the difference in life levels!"
Di Jiang's voice was like cold iron falling to the ground, smashing into the silent battlefield.
No response.
Chen Huaian moved.
He does not have the earth-shaking power of the Corpse King Emperor Jiang.
Restricted by the domain, there are no gorgeous sword moves.
He swept forward.
Like a shadow melting across this land of the dead, like smoke carried by the wind over dry bones.
The black-scale sword moved forward silently.
The sword blade passed through the air, its trajectory gentle and erratic, seemingly slow but actually fast.
At this moment, time seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and became sticky.
As the sword passed by, not a single sound was left, yet space seemed to be like a calm water surface upon which a stone had been dropped, sending out ripples that were barely discernible to the naked eye.
How about the Blockade Magical Sword Move?
Can you block his sword intent?
Can you block...his path?
choke--!
The sword roars like a dragon.
The green ghost in Emperor Jiang's eyes jumped suddenly.
He felt it!
What is condensed on the trajectory of the sword is an almost tangible sharp will.
The blood evil field he condensed was unable to completely suppress this extremely pure "intention".
"Don't even think about it!" He growled, like the roar of an ancient beast.
The huge corpse king's true body erupted with commensurate speed.
The Shenjiang Sword in his hand carried the heavy power of a thousand-horse charge of the 껻 army, and was wrapped in the bloody murderous aura accumulated on the battlefield for ten thousand years. Like a collapsing mountain, he slashed towards the sword shadow that was approaching elusively.
The sword was so powerful that it tore through the air with a dull whimper.
Chen Huaian's sword was still light and agile.
The tip of the sword was about to collide with Shen Jiang's sword.
The trajectory suddenly deviated slightly.
Like a fish wagging its tail, it dangerously slid along the sword's spine, which was as heavy as a mountain.
Buzz!
The ripples spread more obviously in the space passed by the black-scale sword.
A few pieces of rotten bone fragments stained with black blood that were picked up by Emperor Jiang's sword wind became strangely stagnant the moment they came into contact with the invisible sword track.
They seem to be frozen in the long river of time, maintaining a scattered posture, solidified for a moment.
Afterwards, 꺳 continued to fall along its original trajectory.
However, where the sword light "passed through" them, the bone fragments themselves left behind absolutely smooth, mirror-like minute fractures.
Time is cut off here!
Emperor Jiang's heart was filled with warning signs.
The heavy Shen Jiangjian returned to defend himself.
His huge body displayed amazing flexibility, and he suddenly bent backward, narrowly avoiding the deadly sword light that was passing by his chest and abdomen.
The cold sword edge brushed past his rotten imperial robe silently.
The ferocious dragon pattern on the emperor's robe was smoothed out, without a single burr on the surface.
Chen Huaian's figure crossed paths with Emperor Jiang and landed several feet behind him, with his back to the mountain of corpses.
Emperor Jiang steadied himself, looked down at the smooth line of the imperial robe on his chest, and his dark green pupils contracted violently.
If he hadn't reacted quickly enough, that sword strike would have cut his corpse king's body in half.
The "intention" on the sword's blade could actually ignore the defense of his corpse king's body.
"Good sword!" Di Jiang's voice was hoarse with a hint of shock, but more of it was the completely ignited desire and ferocity, "But it's not enough!"
He spun around abruptly, and the Shenjiang Sword transformed into a heavy blood-red twilight, sweeping over again with a violent will to crush everything.
boom--!
The sword wind whistled, sweeping up the sticky blood mud on the ground, turning it into dirty blood waves that covered the sky and the earth.
Chen Huaian still had his back to him.
At the moment when the heavy blood wave was about to swallow him, he turned his wrist slightly.
The black-scaled sword pierced silently from beneath his ribs at an incredible angle.
This sword was so fast that it was beyond the visual perception.
There was no track, no sign, it seemed to appear out of thin air.
The tip of the sword condensed an extremely cold light, piercing through the whistling blood waves and pointing at Di Jiang's sword-holding wrist with incredible precision.
Emperor Jiang felt a biting chill in his wrist, as if it was about to be penetrated by years of ice.
He roared and forced a change of tactics, pulling the heavy Shenjiang Sword back to block.
clang!
A crisp sound of metal clashing finally rang out on this silent battlefield.
The two swords collided for the first time.
Taking advantage of the force of the collision, Chen Huaian's body swung lightly for a few steps like a weightless willow catkin, and finally turned around, with the black-scale sword pointing diagonally at the ground.
However, Di Jiang's arm became numb from the terrifying penetrating power concentrated at the tip of the sword, and the heavy Shenjiang Sword almost slipped out of his hand.
Dengdengdeng.
He took three steps back, each step creating a deep pit in the bloody mud.
The two stood facing each other again.
The imperial robe on Emperor Jiang's chest was torn and looked hideous. The hand holding the sword was trembling slightly. The dark green ghosts were jumping wildly in his deep eye sockets, and his eyes were full of disbelief.
Chen Huaian stood with a sword in his hand, his breathing steady.
A drop of dark red corpse blood slowly condensed at the tip of the black-scale sword, dripping silently, hitting the white bones under his feet, splashing a dirty blood flower.
The winner is determined by the score.
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