Sun Tianwei shot a blood arrow from his mouth, and he retreated more than twenty feet back before stopping. He was swaying, as if it was difficult to support himself, but he tried his best to prevent himself from falling, even with his hands on the ground. That stubbornness shines through in his bones.
He swayed like this for a moment before regaining his balance.
At this moment, there was an uproar around the arena.
Xiaonan's face not only showed shock, but also excitement. He said in a trembling voice: "The seven elements... are perfectly balanced... this is simply a thousand years... no, a rare formation genius who has been seen in thousands of years. Ah, as long as he cultivates powerfully enough, he can evolve thousands of formations with his bare hands without using any spiritual stones, and his future achievements may even surpass those of the first sect master!"
Lin Wan'er secretly swallowed her saliva. She suddenly discovered that this elder who was quite useless in her impression had become so powerful without knowing it. He was so powerful that he could really help her do something. She even felt that Yuan Futu had it at this time. Possibly beat Pound.
Yuan Futu looked at the debris on the ground and thought that the advantages of this middle-grade innate spiritual treasure had finally come into play. Otherwise, no matter how strong he was, he would not be able to destroy other people's spiritual treasures. He said solemnly: "I will use this spiritual treasure." I’ll compensate you.”
Sun Tianwei slowly raised his head, with a ferocious look on his green face, and said word by word: "You are much stronger than I thought, and you have even surpassed the peak of Hunyuan, which can be said to be the realm of Dzogchen. I am only half a step away from the God of Dharma, but I miscalculated!"
"After all, there is a big gap between Yuan Li and True Yuan. The reason why I will win is, firstly, because you underestimated the enemy, and secondly, because you have never seen my moves before, so you don't know how to defend yourself." Yuan Futu said slowly.
Sun Tianwei raised his head and let the cold rain slide down his cheeks and soaked his clothes, but he suddenly laughed wildly and said: "I haven't fallen yet, how could you win? I'm not as lucky as you, even if I don't have any Basically, I can sit on the position of an elder, take the elixirs of my sect without any scruples, and get innate spiritual treasures casually. However, I used to crawl around like a dog, turning from a member of the market to an outsider. A disciple of the outer sect, and then entered the inner sect from the outer sect, and finally became the only person in Zifu Sword House who has reached the realm of Dharma God in many years. Over the years, it may seem like a beautiful scenery, but the blood and tears shed, the sufferings suffered, and the humiliation suffered, No one knows!"
Yuan Futu felt a chill in his heart. From Sun Tianwei's cloudy eyes, he seemed to see his past. He was an ignorant young man hanging out in the market, living a life of three meals a day, as light as the autumn breeze, until he was taken away by chance. He returned to the Sword Sect and became the lowest outer disciple and continued to struggle. He was ridiculed and humiliated by his fellow disciples, but he survived to this day just by relying on his faith. Therefore, his desire for fame is stronger than anyone else's. .
"Without the sword, do we still have to fight?" Yuan Futu didn't want to say anything more. Everyone had a goal, and he couldn't give up because of Sun Tianwei's tragic past.
Sun Tianwei raised his hands and laughed wildly: "There is no sword in the hand, but there is a sword in the heart. The rain all over the sky can be used as a sword. Why can't we fight anymore?!"
At this moment, infinite blue essence erupted from his Dantian, and you could almost see with the naked eye that the imprint of the natal pearl became extremely bright in the body, while the rain in the sky continued to gather as if under command. , transformed into sword lights glowing with the color of ice crystals.
Although he lost his flying sword, Tianshi gave him a stronger weapon.
Yuan Futu felt the pressure of the true energy that shook his soul, and knew that Sun Tianwei was going to use his full strength.
The teacher in charge of the Zifu Sword House is a well-known sword master named Gongyang Jue. He has lived for more than two hundred years and his strength has reached the stage of returning to the void. He is sitting on the right side of Nangong Qiushui.
He squinted his eyes and watched the battle, his gray hair flying in the wind, and sighed: "The inner demons of Tianwei are too heavy, and the sword technique is too powerful. It can be released but cannot be withdrawn, but it violates the nature of the water element.
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Jian Twelve smiled and said: "It's admirable that Teacher Gongyang can teach such an outstanding disciple. Although Tianwei has gone astray, he is still a talent. Maybe after this sword debate, he will have
It’s an epiphany.”
Yuan Futu raised his head and looked at Sun Tianwei, who was slowly floating into the air without the help of spiritual treasures. Facing hundreds of sword lights, he said solemnly: "You will not win."
His determined expression seemed to have foreseen the final result.
"You are the one who is defeated!" Sun Tianwei roared like crazy, waved several palms, and the sword shadows roared across the sky. Each sword condensed by rainwater contained a powerful ray of true energy, and its power was
It is comparable to the mid-grade Houtian Lingbao.
The power of a mid-grade acquired spiritual treasure is not terrifying, but the power of hundreds or thousands of them is terrifying.
In the blink of an eye, the infinite sword light slammed into the ring, making loud banging sounds one after another, and the restraint was shaken out again, seeming to be struggling to protect the ring itself from the persecution of this powerful true energy.
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Sun Tianwei's face was ferocious, and he obviously no longer cared about his opponent's life or death. He kept turning rainwater into a sword, and kept hitting the place where Yuan Futu was standing. Waves of cold mist suddenly rose from the arena, and the violent water essence was raging everywhere.
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"Buddha!" Lin Wan'er was so shocked that she almost couldn't help but rush to the stage. After all, her life was in danger, but she was stopped by Xiao Nan before she could take a step.
Xiao Nan's face was heavy, showing no signs of anxiety, but with a bit of confusion, he said: "You see clearly, Yuan Futu's aura is no longer there."
Lin Wan'er's face couldn't help but change through the true energy induction.
"Hahahaha, I will definitely make it to the end and become the most outstanding inner disciple!"
Sun Tianwei, who looked like a madman, did not stop until he exhausted the last of his true energy. The arena was already shrouded in cold mist, with several inches of white frost everywhere. He opened his cloudy eyes and looked carefully, until the clouds and mist
After they dispersed, they found that the place where Yuan Futu originally stood was empty, leaving only the tragic traces of the heavy blow, as if the restriction had been cracked open by the shock.
The next moment, a chill ran down his back, and at the same time a voice came from behind.
"I said, I won't win!"
Sun Tianwei turned around suddenly, only to find that the edge of Tianyuan Sword was already touching his chest.
Yuan Futu held a sword in one hand and twisted the magic formula in the other, shouting: "Wind Demon Cannon!"