The speaker was an old man with gray hair and wrinkles on his face. "It's really a pity to die here at such a young age."
However, beneath his seemingly old face, he actually has an astonishing physique with thick limbs, well-developed muscles, and a height of over seven feet.
Standing opposite this "Grandpa King Kong" was none other than Nangong Ling, the eldest disciple of Piaohua Palace, with eyes like stars, skin like gelatin, a graceful figure, and a fluttering pink skirt.
"Your Excellency looks like you must be two or three hundred years old, haven't you lived enough?"
She smiled slightly and retorted lightly, "What's such a pity?"
In the midst of a heated exchange of words, she once again probed the condition of her body and confirmed that the spiritual power in her Dantian was indeed no longer able to be used. She was now just an ordinary person with a slightly stronger physique.
"Do you think that because you are beautiful, I won't kill you?"
The muscular white-haired old man had a solemn face and extremely sharp eyes. Even his voice was as sharp as a sharp sword. "It's a pity that in my old eyes, no matter how beautiful a woman is, she will be nothing more than a pink skeleton sooner or later. Only with the supreme sword,
This is a lifelong pursuit.”
"It turns out that he is a sword cultivator. I am disrespectful and disrespectful." Nangong Ling's eyes flashed and his smile was like a flower, as relaxed as if he was talking to an old friend who has known him for many years, "But I don't know where your sword went?"
While she was talking, she deliberately pulled out the sword from her waist with a "swish", as if to show off, and did a few sword tricks in front of Lao Pi.
Just because Lao Pi was wearing a short shirt and a pair of trousers from top to bottom, there was no sign of carrying any weapons.
"Why does a true swordsman need to rely on external force?"
Unexpectedly, Lao Pi suddenly raised his right arm and said slowly, "My body is my sword!"
Almost at the same time, his thick arm actually twisted, shrank, and changed shape, and finally turned into a sharp and sharp sword blade.
"Special physique!"
Nangong Ling's pupils shrank, his mind suddenly brightened, and he blurted out.
"You must be discerning." Lao Pi still looked serious, "I am the owner of the 'Excalibur Body'."
"That's it." Nangong Ling said softly, not sure whether he was talking to Lao Pi or mumbling to himself.
"Do you understand?" Lao Pi slowly took two steps, intentionally or unintentionally narrowing the distance between him and Nangong Ling, "In this 'Jue Ling Tian Realm', spiritual power and spiritual consciousness cannot be used.
Yes, you only have a special physique, but it is not restricted, so now you are just an ordinary person without cultivation, and you can never be my opponent."
"It's just that he can turn his body into a weapon." The surprise in Nangong Ling's eyes flashed away, and he soon returned to calm, "It's not that difficult of a physique."
"This kind of confidence and calmness are already outstanding for a young woman like you." Lao Pi complimented expressionlessly, "As for whether it is tricky or not, you will know soon."
Before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly lit up, his legs kicked off the ground, and his whole body bounced forward, fiercely jumping out in the direction of Nangong Ling.
This person's name is "Lao Pi", but his personality is serious and he is not naughty at all. He can be regarded as a model that does not live up to his name.
Without the support of spiritual power, although his speed is fast, it is far from amazing.
However, without the ability to use his spiritual consciousness, Nangong Ling could only observe the enemy's movements with his naked eyes, and still felt quite uncomfortable.
Her eyes rolled rapidly, her eyes flashed, her lotus feet lightly touched the ground, her delicate body jumped back a few feet, and she decisively swung the sword in her hand.
"Ding!"
The magic weapon in her hand, made by Shen Dachui himself and fused with Chiyang Stone, collided with Lao Pi's right arm turned into a sword, and a crisp sound of gold and iron clashing erupted.
A powerful force came from the sword body. Nangong Ling felt his right arm ache. The sword in his hand almost flew out of his hand. His delicate body involuntarily took a few steps back. It can be seen that in the duel of pure strength without spiritual power,
, as a woman, she really has no advantages.
But Lao Pi's right arm, which turned into a sword blade, was intact and showed no signs of damage.
Before Nangong Ling could stand still, Lao Pi had already stepped forward again, raised his sharp arm high, and using the strong wind, he slashed at her head with no mercy at all.
"Ding!"
Nangong Ling's delicate body turned slightly to one side, and the long sword in her hand was thrown out from a strange angle, and collided with Lao Pi's arm again.
This time, she wisely did not choose to fight hard, but brought a softness to her moves, and skillfully used the technique of using four or two to move a thousand pounds, which relieved most of Lao Pi's strength.
"good."
There was a rare hint of approval in Lao Pi's eyes, and then he suddenly flew up with a kick and kicked Nangong Ling's flat belly hard.
Nangong Ling was about to raise his arms to resist, but his expression suddenly changed. Without hesitation, he tiptoed the ground and floated back a few feet.
Even though her reaction was already swift, a long cut was cut on the right arm of her pink coat, revealing a pink and smooth jade-like arm.
"It turns out it's not just an arm?"
Her pair of deep and beautiful eyes looked directly at Lao Pi's right leg, and she spoke slowly in a cold voice.
It turned out that just now Lao Pi's right leg had turned into a sharp blade. If Nangong Ling hadn't reached out to block it, her left arm would have been separated from her body at this time.
"Actually escaped?"
Lao Pi was surprised, and then said coldly, "But you should also understand that any part of my body can be turned into a sharp blade. If you fight at close range without spiritual power, you have no chance of winning."
"It seems that it is indeed difficult to defeat you." Nangong Ling showed a rare look of embarrassment on his face. He bit his lip lightly and said quietly, "But until the last moment, I will still try.
Is it possible for me to stand here and let you chop off my head?"
"Why continue to struggle pointlessly? Why not die more easily?"
Lao Pi walked towards her step by step, "Those of us have deliberately trained how to fight the enemy without using spiritual power. We have long been accustomed to this method of fighting. But you ordinary cultivators want to adapt, at least
It takes several days, and this is not a fair contest."
"Even if there is only one ten thousandth chance, I still want to live."
Nangong Linggai shook his head slightly. Although his expression was slightly depressed, there was still a light of hope in his eyes.
"I really don't know whether to praise you for your tenacity or laugh at your stupidity."
Lao Pi no longer had the intention to continue chatting. He used his legs again and jumped out suddenly. His arms simultaneously turned into sharp blades and reached forward.
"Ding!" "Ding!" "Ding!"
Nangong Ling also swung his sword forward, and the two fought fiercely again, with the sound of swords clashing in the air from time to time.
Even though he was unable to use his spiritual power, the physical quality of the Taoist Spirit Master was far beyond the reach of ordinary people. The two of them moved quickly, fighting fast, and twenty or thirty moves had passed in the blink of an eye.
As Lao Pi said, with the "Excalibur Body", he can turn any part of his body into a sharp blade, including his arms, legs, shoulders, back, waist, and even... his fifth limb.
And his swordsmanship has obviously been specially trained, and he has integrated his own advantages into it very well. Once it is used, it is as if several swordsmen are attacking at the same time, immediately making Nangong Ling feel overwhelmed and confused.
As time went by, Nangong Ling's disadvantages became more and more obvious. From the original three-point offense and seven-point defense, it gradually became only defensive but not offensive. Even so, the clothes on his body were still scratched in many places, revealing the soft and tender inside.
My skin was almost injured several times.
The scene was completely one-sided. It could no longer be described as a battle. It could be called outright abuse.
"Ding!"
After a few moves, Lao Pi saw the opportunity, turned his right arm into a sword, slammed into Nangong Ling's sword, and used brute force to swing her right arm away.
Won!
A glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and he raised his left arm high, turning into a sharp sword with cold light, mercilessly piercing Nangong Ling's well-defined chest.
This strike was as swift as a leopard and as powerful as a dragon. He had used all his strength. Nangong Ling's long sword could not come back in time. He could not withstand such a sharp sword anyway, and he was immediately in a desperate situation.
"Ding!"
Just when Lao Pi thought he had a chance to win, Nangong Ling suddenly and flexibly touched the left side of his thigh, and then a gleaming dagger appeared in his left hand, which blocked Lao Pi's sword just right.
Just when Lao Pi was slightly stunned, the dagger in Nangong Ling's left palm suddenly flew out of his hand and went straight to Lao Pi's front door.
From Lao Pi's perspective, he could see a cold light shooting out, as fast as lightning, pointing directly at his eyes.
What a vicious woman!
He was shocked. Since both arms were used for attack, he couldn't find a way to deal with it.
Although he boasted that his whole body could turn into swords, in fact he was exaggerating. At least his eyes did not have this function. Once he was stabbed by a dagger, there was no other possibility except becoming blind.
"Ding!"
At the critical moment, his mind started to spin rapidly, and in his haste, his nose suddenly stretched a lot, and turned into a short blade, which collided with the flying dagger.
"puff!"
Just when he thought he had escaped disaster and wanted to praise his quick wit, the sound of a weapon piercing flesh suddenly broke into his ears.
Immediately afterwards, he felt a sharp pain coming from his chest.
Looking down, he saw that a long sword had been thrust into his heart at some point, and the hilt of the sword was held by Nangong Ling.