"Holy Son, there is absolutely no way you can do it."
When he heard Qian Tieming's message saying that he wanted to take action personally, Mr. Xiong's eyelids jumped sharply and he quickly tried to dissuade him.
"Why, do you think I am not as good as this Mo Chuan and will be defeated by him again?!" Qian Tieming's eyes turned cold, he glanced at Old Xiong and said calmly.
Old Xiong's heart skipped a beat and he didn't know how to speak.
After a long while, Old Xiong sighed and said, "That's not what I meant. Everything is entirely up to the Holy Son himself."
With that said, Mr. Xiong stepped aside and did not dare to stop Qian Tieming anymore.
He knew very well that his Holy Son was angry right now, and no matter what he said, his Holy Son would not listen, so he might as well get out of the way.
Furthermore, the reason why he tried to dissuade his holy son was because he was a little too worried and was afraid of something unexpected happening.
But from the bottom of his heart, he actually felt that it was his holy son who suffered the loss of close combat just now and did not have time to use the sword.
It is impossible for my own holy son to be inferior to Mo Chuan!
With his own saint son's terrifying attainments in swordsmanship, as soon as Mo Chuan draws his sword, even if Mo Chuan has an immortal-level body, he may not be able to withstand it, right?!
It was precisely because he had figured this out that Mr. Xiong stopped trying to dissuade Qian Tieming.
at the same time.
Qian Tieming's eyes fell on Mo Chuan, his eyes flashed with coldness, and he said calmly:
"Ant, when it comes to the physical body, I admit that you are very strong, and you have actually reached the immortal level physical body! Far better than this Holy Son!"
"But fundamentally speaking, you are just a reckless man with no physical strength!"
"Physical power is always an inferior method. It can only be used in close combat. It has too many limitations. Otherwise, why is the mainstream power in the world of cultivating immortals not physical power, but the power of true energy?!"
Mo Chuan glanced at Qian Tieming indifferently, but did not refute.
Because what Qian Tieming said is true.
Most of the immortal cultivators focus on cultivating the realm of true energy and pursuing the power of true energy.
"So, what do you want to say?" Mo Chuan asked.
Qian Tieming smiled coldly and said: "So, this Holy Son wants to tell you, don't think that just because you have reached the immortal level body, you can think that you can stand shoulder to shoulder with this Holy Son, a real immortal!"
"As long as your true energy level does not reach the realm of immortality, you will never be as good as this Holy Son!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Qian Tieming's eyes shone brightly, and his whole body erupted with surging zhenqi fluctuations, as deep as the ocean, which was the immortal level zhenqi.
Then, a long blue sword appeared in his hand. The blue color on the long sword was slowly moving, as if it were a living thing, which was very strange.
"This sword is... an immortal-level weapon?!"
Zhu Caixuan's beautiful eyes widened, and her gaze fell on the blue sword in Qian Tieming's hand. Her spiritual sense was very keen, and she immediately sensed the grade of the blue sword.
The ultimate immortal is the next realm of Taixian.
Zhu Caixuan was shocked. As the saint of the island of Immortal Lian Island, the immortal weapons she was equipped with were only of the Taixian level.
And Jiantian Island actually equipped Qian Tieming with an immortal-level immortal weapon?!
This is too luxurious!
Hearing Zhu Caixuan's exclamation, other people present, such as Ke Jianli, Jian Qi, Xu Siya, and the two survivors... were also extremely shocked.
Especially the two sword-practicing monks Ke Jianli and Jian Qi stared at the blue sword in Qian Tieming's hand, with envy and longing in their eyes.
Sword cultivators are known for their sharp attacks.
And the attack bonus of an immortal-level sword weapon to the sword cultivator must be extremely terrifying, and it can increase Qian Tieming's sword attack by hundreds or even thousands!
Mo Chuan narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the blue sword. While surprised, his brows couldn't help but frown slightly.
Because, he sensed a familiar aura and fluctuation from the blue sword.
"It's actually this sword!" Grandma Hu sighed again, looking at the blue sword in Qian Tieming's hand, with a complicated expression, and sighed again: "The ancestor of the Immortal Immortal from Jiantian Island really pays enough attention to it.
The Holy Son Qian Tieming was previously an ancient death talisman, and now this sword has been given to him."
"Grandma, does this Immortal Long Sword have any special origin?" Zhu Caixuan asked with a hint of curiosity in her beautiful eyes.
"Oh, the origin of this sword is quite remarkable! It was once an immortal-level sword!" Grandma Hu shook her head and laughed.
Immortal-level sword weapon?!
Zhu Caixuan, Ke Jianli, Xu Siya and others were shocked again.
Grandma Hu continued: "The origin of this sword can be traced back thousands of years. At that time, you, the saint, were not born yet, so you didn't know about this sword."
"Thousands of years ago, aliens invaded our fairyland, and monks from all realms participated in this war."
"And this sword is the trophy collected by the Immortal Immortal Ancestor from Jiantian Island after killing an Immortal Immortal alien!"