It is difficult for Suning and Shangguan Yan to know what happened on Xuewei Mountain in Leyang City.
The two of them went back and forth, fighting equally.
No one can do anything to anyone, and no one can gain the upper hand.
In this way, in the blink of an eye, eighty moves later.
Shangguan Yan, who was using all his methods, looked ugly and gloomy to the extreme.
I thought I would defeat Suning within thirty moves, win easily, and use this battle to make a name for myself.
Unexpectedly, with his unusually strong mind and keen insight, as well as the life-saving and void-transforming techniques taught by Wenren Siyu, Suning became more and more fierce as he fought, and his momentum grew stronger the more he fought.
Facing his fatal attacks again and again, he calmly defused them, showing his ease.
This frightened Shangguan Yan, and he began to face up to this ant from the small world of China for the first time.
"boom."
Another evenly matched attack, Shangguan Yan flew away quickly, his immortal power scattered.
His eyes were lowered, his hands shrunk in his sleeves trembled slightly, and he said with unsteady breath: "Dragon and Phoenix Divine Mind..."
"In terms of realm, I am one level higher than you, and I seem to have an advantage."
"But in fact, my mind is too weak and you are too weak. It's not on the same level at all."
"I use my cultivation to make up for my mind, and you use your mind to make up for your cultivation."
"As soon as you were defeated, you used the Void Transformation Technique to hide yourself, leaving me nowhere to be found."
"Heh, hahaha..."
Shangguan laughed at first and then went crazy, with a ferocious look on his face and said: "Okay, very good, you succeeded in irritating me."
"I absolutely shouldn't have listened to Fourth Senior Brother's instructions and showed mercy to you."
"Whether you are a direct disciple of Wuchen Immortal Palace or the current master of Dragon and Phoenix, there are many people in the Eight Hundred Immortal World who want to kill you."
"One more of me is not more, one less of me is not more."
"Since I want to win you, I should win at all costs."
"Buzz."
Under the dark night, the buzzing sound suddenly sounded.
The white mist filled the air, as if locusts were pressing down on the land, sweeping across the sky and covering the earth.
Shangguan bit his index finger on his temple and pointed it between his eyebrows with a fierce look on his face.
At the same time, he spread out his arms, and the immortal power around him boiled like water: "Burn my blood, calm my soul, and call my natal immortal weapon, come."
A muffled roar of the word "come" was heard, and the void ahead exploded.
"Boom."
A stone hammer glowing with golden light emerged from the dark abyss, with a thunderous sound that shook the sky.
The majestic pressure came one after another, spreading like a tidal wave, and instantly "submerged" the defensive formations that served as the battlefield.
Suning watched from a distance, his mind forming a screen of light in front of him, secretly blocking the approaching pressure.
At the same time, he was also extremely envious.
He has been in the immortal world for four years, but he has never refined his own natal immortal weapon. This has caused him to always be weak when facing enemies, and he cannot use the natal immortal weapon to temporarily improve his cultivation level.
In a life-and-death fight, not to mention the improvement of one stick of incense, even half a stick of incense is enough to completely change the situation.
From passive to active, from disadvantage to advantage, you can even win in one fell swoop.
Just like at this moment, Suning could do nothing but watch Shangguan Yan improve his cultivation and jump from the middle stage of the sixth level of True Immortal to the middle stage of the seventh stage of True Immortal.
The only thing he could rely on was the third move of "Four Symbols of Condensing Sword", "Suzaku Coming from the East", which he had been reluctant to use.
But Suning didn't think this move could defeat Shangguan Yan.
It was barely enough to deal with Shangguan Yan, who was at the sixth level of the True Immortal, let alone Shangguan Yan, who had been promoted to the seventh level of the True Immortal with the help of his natal immortal weapon.
"Why."
Sighing silently, Suning thought: "Do you have to force me to use Wu Dian's secret technique "Ten Thousand Swords Cut"?"
"Tsk, this was passed to me by Gu Changxiao on the night when I met my third uncle when I returned from China to Wuchen Immortal Palace three years ago."
"It's a genuine high-grade magical technique. No, it's a top-grade magical technique created by a semi-saint himself."
