Chapter 30 The top king-level bloodline is magical
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The Huntian Sect is located in the Huntian Holy Mountain.
Huntian Holy Mountain is not just a mountain, but has many peaks and is surrounded by many floating islands.
Douwu Hall is independent on a floating island.
This island is called Douwu Floating Island, and it is hundreds of miles in radius. There is a main hall on the entire island, and outside the main hall are huge arenas.
Streams of extremely brilliant light of different colors soared into the sky from all over the Huntian Holy Mountain and flew towards them one after another.
"Senior Brother Yan, you also come to watch the battle."
"The battle between the disciples of Great Elder Mo and the disciples of Peak Master Wang is worth watching."
On the Douwu floating island, people are constantly gathering, and figures are lingering with divine light, standing suspended in the air around a huge arena, talking to each other.
The sound of rushing sounded, getting louder and louder.
In the distance, a piece of black appeared, advancing continuously, turning into a shocking wave, overwhelming the sky and overwhelming everything, seeming to drown everything.
The black wave stopped outside Douwu Floating Island, and two figures flew out.
"Hahaha, I'm here too."
Accompanied by loud laughter that resounded throughout the world, the two figures descended on the floating island, and one of them landed directly on the ring.
"I have met Elder Mo..."
Immediately, many people bowed and saluted Mo Wusheng, even those who did not belong to Tiancang Peak.
"Wang Yuandao, I am bringing my disciples here. Are you afraid?"
The old man in black robes glanced across, and the divine light in his eyes surged like a raging tide, immediately bringing extremely strong oppression to everyone around him, and then he spoke loudly, with a terrifying force.
Suddenly, in the direction of Juejian Peak, a shocking sword intent erupted, as if in response to Mo Wusheng. The sword intent was unparalleled and powerful, coming from the sky, like a sword from heaven coming to the dust, immediately causing everyone's expressions to change and their whole bodies to tense up.
, there is a feeling of being penetrated by a sharp sword.
Even Mo Wusheng, a strong man at the pinnacle of the Transcendent Realm, couldn't help but look frozen.
"Wang Yuandao's sword intent is actually stronger..." Mo Wusheng felt solemn in his heart.
With the explosion of sword intent, two sword lights roared out from Juejian Peak, like two lightning streams across the sky, arriving at Douwu Floating Island.
"Mo Wusheng, are you ready to endure your disciple's defeat?"
The sword light descended, and a calm voice sounded.
"I've met Master Wang." Everyone saluted.
No matter how many theories there are, no matter whether Juejian Peak will be removed from the list in the end, but now, Wang Yuandao is still alive, and Juejian Peak still exists.
Juejian Peak is still one of the seventy-two peaks of Huntian Sect.
In this way, Wang Yuandao, the master of Juejian Peak, and some people at the top level of Huntian Sect, regardless of their strength or status, are qualified to let them bow.
Wang Yuandao nodded in response.
"Wang Yuandao, how dare you say that to me?" Mo Wusheng immediately retorted, with a sneer on his face.
"A general is defeated by the sword." Wang Yuandao stared at Mo Wusheng with indifferent eyes.
"You failed in your alliance." Mo Wusheng retorted.
"A general is defeated by the sword." Wang Yuandao still looked indifferent.
"Your life span is less than ten years." Mo Wusheng was a little angry.
"A general is defeated by the sword." Wang Yuandao's tone and expression did not change at all.
"You...you..." Mo Wusheng was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He suppressed the anger in his heart and took a deep breath: "This battle is the beginning of your failure, Wang Yuandao."
"We'll see." Wang Yuandao smiled slightly.
Everyone in the world knows that his disciple Chen Feng has no innate supernatural powers and has a mortal body. But is he weak without supernatural powers?
not necessarily!
"Is the Hedao realm above the extraordinary realm?"
"I didn't expect that Master would fail in joining the Tao..."
Listening to the conversation between the two, Chen Feng wanted to laugh a little, but his heart was heavy as he realized the problem with his master.
But, there is nothing that can be done.
At this stage, I am just a new martial artist in the body training realm.
The transcendent realm is too far away from me, let alone the Hedao realm above.
A pair of extremely cold eyes came with heavy pressure, it was Ye Yunqi's gaze.
"Master, I'm going." Chen Feng glanced at Ye Yunqi, then looked at Wang Yuandao, and said in a solemn voice.
Wang Yuandao nodded.
"Chen Feng, come on." Li Xinyue said immediately.
According to the rules, Li Xinyue had to call Chen Feng his senior brother, but Chen Feng felt it was awkward, so after discussion, he just called him by his first name.
Yang Tao originally disagreed. His purpose of accepting Li Xinyue as his disciple was to accompany Chen Feng and train him as a follower, but at Chen Feng's request, he finally reluctantly agreed.
Chen Feng nodded to Li Xinyue and Yang Tao, jumped into the air, and flew up to more than ten meters, landing on the ring.
Ye Yunqi's eyes narrowed.
Of course he could jump more than ten meters at a time, but that was only after he had practiced Huntian Jin and had broken through to the Ten Transformations of Physical Training.
Could it be...
Ye Yunqi couldn't help but have a guess that made him feel very bad.
On the ring, two figures were facing each other more than ten meters apart. All around, gazes were staring at them, and many spiritual thoughts were entrenched in the void, overlooking the ring.
A figure flew out from the Dou Martial Hall and appeared above the arena.
"I am the master of the Douwu Hall, presiding over this duel." The old man said: "Both of them are true disciples of the sect, and both are geniuses. So this battle will only be about victory or defeat, not life or death."
A hint of disappointment appeared on both Ye Yunqi and Chen Feng's faces.
What the two of them were thinking was to take this opportunity to kill each other.
Ye Yunqi, in particular, had an extremely strong desire to kill Chen Feng. He had to admit that the waste that he regarded as an ant from the beginning had now grown to the point where he felt threatened.
Moreover, the time is short.
If it continues to grow, no one can say what will happen in the future.
Because of this, Ye Yunqi became more and more fearful and couldn't wait to get rid of Chen Feng.
"Even if we can't take this opportunity to kill Chen Feng, we must destroy him." Ye Yunqi stared at Chen Feng and said secretly: "With one blow, I must not give Chen Feng the slightest chance. I will use the strongest blow to destroy him.
It would be better if we could take this opportunity to kill him."
"Wang Yuandao, let's make a deal first, not to interfere in the battle between disciples." Mo Wusheng sneered at Wang Yuandao.
Obviously, he has full confidence in Ye Yunqi's strength.
One is a top king-level genius, and the other is a mortal with no supernatural powers. Even if he has some abilities, what can he do?
Is it comparable?
Wang Yuandao glanced at Mo Wusheng lightly, but instead smiled, with such a contemptuous attitude that Mo Wusheng almost ran away.
"Wang Yuandao, when your disciple is defeated, let's see how much face you still have to stand in front of me." Mo Wusheng could only think bitterly.
On the ring, Ye Yunqi's eyes became colder and colder.
The roar exploded, and Ye Yunqi activated the power of the tidal bloodline. The extremely powerful power vibrated, and layers of blood surged out of his body, just like the tide advancing layer by layer, making Ye Yunqi's aura continue to rise and become more powerful and oppressive.
All around, terrible pressure spread.
The Huntian Jin circulates, and a powerful and domineering power arises, which merges with the aura of the Tide Bloodline and enhances each other.
"Ye Yunqi not only practiced Huntian Jin, but also completed two temperings. He is truly a top king-level miraculous bloodline."
"The power brought by the Tidal Bloodline is majestic and majestic, and is similar to the Huntian Jin. The two are superimposed and increase again. The power of the Huntian Jin becomes more and more powerful, which is comparable to the normal three times of tempering the Huntian Jin...
"
Feeling Ye Yunqi's rising aura, Chen Feng couldn't help but reveal a hint of surprise.
In three days, not only did his own strength improve by leaps and bounds, but Ye Yunqi also improved greatly.
Of course, this is closely related to your own talent and the resources you receive.
Those core disciples, inner sect disciples and even outer sect disciples would not be able to achieve such a significant improvement.
Even the tenth transformation of body training has not been touched yet.
"Chen Feng, take a stab at me!"
Ye Yunqi's aura rose to the extreme, he shouted loudly and took a step forward.
The roar of the surging waves suddenly resounded in all directions, filled with blood and light, as if wild waves were rushing in. Ye Yunqi's footsteps also seemed to be stepping on the waves. Driven by the waves, the speed continued to increase.
In the blink of an eye, Ye Yunqi approached Chen Feng across more than ten meters, and that powerful and domineering aura was extremely violent and overwhelming.
The splendid sword light ejected from the sheath, swung upwards, and slashed down across the sky, transforming into nine overlapping sword shadows, as if they were about to merge into one, and there was a faint dazzling cold light.
Chen Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, secretly surprised.
That sword... was clearly the prototype of the nine Polang swords fused together into one sword.
At the same time, a murderous intent fell on Chen Feng, completely locking him.
A look of satisfaction suddenly appeared on Mo Wusheng's face.
Chen Feng's eyes narrowed, and his right hand fell on the hilt of the sword, clasping it lightly with his five fingers.