Chapter 38: Turning Defeat Into Victory. The Terror of Earth-Rank Martial Techniques and Holy Weapons!
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Daoist Zhenyang, who was wearing a green Daoist robe, also said, "With sect leader Wu Tian's strength, he naturally disdains a battle of this level. However, the battle isn't over yet, and we have yet to come into contact with our trump cards. It's still unknown who will win."
Looking at Daoist Zhenyang, who had always been at odds with him, his words seemed to be aimed at him.
Wu Tian disdained arguing with him verbally. If he was not convinced, then he would fight. That was what he thought and planned to do.
He crossed his arms over his chest and took a step forward with one foot. His powerful aura was like a dam that had been opened. It surged out crazily. Even Daoist Zhenyang had no choice but to gather his spirit energy to resist it.
At this moment, the ancient barbarian stepped forward and stopped the confrontation between the two. It had to be said that the body of the Ancient Barbarian Race was the most perfect.
With two extremely straight chest muscles and a body full of tendons, it gave people an extreme sense of strength when combined with his strong body. He was wearing clothes made of animal skin that surrounded his lower body.
"Roar!" The Barbarian roared and instantly suppressed the two of them. "If you want to fight, go fight somewhere else. Don't prevent us from watching the fight here."
Upon hearing this, Wu Tian and Daoist Zhenyang looked at each other coldly. Then, they quieted down and watched the battle on the mountain.
Wu Tian was so obedient not because he was afraid of the man and Daoist Zhenyang. Instead, he wanted to watch the battle quietly.
"Who do you think will win this battle?" the leader of the Elf Race looked in the direction of the mountain peak and asked. The leader of the elf race was very short, about 1.34 meters. He had sharp ears and a sharp mouth, and light green hair. He looked exactly like a little elf.
Hearing this, the leader of the Purgatory Demon sect, Jiu you, chuckled and said, "Is there a need to ask? It must be patriarch spectral soul who wins."
"There's still a gap of two levels in the deity transformation stage. Unless Jiu Jian has some shocking means or a divine weapon in his hands, he'll definitely lose."
Wu Yudie, who was tall and slim, did not agree with his words. Perhaps she wanted to refute him, and said softly, "That may not be true."
Hearing someone refuting him, he instinctively wanted to flare up. However, when he saw that it was Wu Yudie, he immediately smiled and agreed, "Yes, yes, yes. Yudie is right."
At the same time, on the mountain.
Jiu Jian and Youhun were still engaged in an intense battle.
Jiu Jian, who was obviously at a disadvantage, no longer tried to hide it. In his mind, he was practicing the two low-level earth-rank weapons that he had comprehended from Su Yang.
In an instant, Jiu Jian's eyes instantly became resolute. That sharp, cold, and confident gaze made people shudder. The corners of Jiu Jian's mouth curled into a confident smile as he raised the sword high up. Then, the spirit energy of heaven and earth and the power of heavenly dao laws surged crazily into his sword.
Youhun, who was opposite him, sensed the terrifying aura that the sword Jiu Jian held was emitting. His expression sank as he looked at him with a solemn expression. He was extremely shocked. "What? How could he have such a terrifying move?"
He was not the only one who was shocked. Even the other experts who were watching from halfway the mountain were surprised.
Those with knowledge could easily see that Jiu Jian was using a low-level earth-rank martial technique. It seemed that no one here had such a high-level martial technique. Even Wu Yudie was no exception.
Therefore, at this moment, Wu Yudie also widened her eyes. Although she had never practiced a low-level earth-rank martial technique, she had seen others use it before.
Therefore, she recognized at a glance that the item that could cause such a commotion must be a binding weapon. What shocked her the most was that a person in the nine regions possessed a low-level earth-rank martial technique.
Even she had never practiced it before! In the nine regions, it was indeed wishful thinking to find a low-level earth-rank martial skill.
On the mountain.
Jiu Jian raised his sword and slashed out. A streak of sword qi gushed out, causing the space in its path to shake violently.
Faced with such a terrifying attack, Youhun broke out in cold sweat. Not daring to be careless, he directly took out the immortal tool mountain-splitting ax that he had obtained from the leader of the Golden Mountain Gate.
Pushing all the power in his body, he collided with Jiu Jian's sword qi.
Boom!
Another streak of powerful force surged out.
This time, after the force dissipated, it was Youhun who retreated.
It could be seen that this low-level earth rank martial skill was indeed terrifying. Even if there was a difference between three levels, Jiu Jian could still gain the upper hand.
Youhun gently wiped the blood at the corner of his mouth and then revealed a dark smile. "Hehe, I didn't expect you to have such a trump card. This is the confidence you have to dare to fight with me! But it's just a low-level earth rank martial skill. It seems that you can't win. If you're willing to hand over the low-level earth rank martial skill, I can spare your life today."
"Humph!" Jiu Jian snorted in disdain. "Spare my life? What big words. It's still unknown who will live and who will die today."
Seeing that Jiu Jian was unmoved, Youhun stopped talking nonsense with him. He raised the mountain-splitting ax high and in an instant, a dark cloud quickly condensed above his head.
Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled in the dark cloud. The lightning kept striking the mountain-splitting ax.
Rumble...
Crack!
The lightning kept striking the top of the mountain-splitting ax. As if gathering some sort of power, the power of the lightning grew stronger. The mountain-splitting ax also emitted an aura of destruction.
Upon seeing this scene, Jiu Jian no longer used his broken sword. Instead, he took out the sword that Su Yang had lent him. The moment the broken sword was taken out, Youhun was instantly dumbfounded.
"Hahaha, Jiu Jian, even if you know you're going to die, you still have to give yourself a reasonable reason to die!" Youhun mocked without concealing it.
He had thought that Jiu Jian was afraid that he would lose the battle. With a broken sword, he could tell others that his weapon was no good.
Seeing Jiu Jian take out a broken sword, the disciples of the Soul Hunting Sect burst into laughter.
As for the Heavenly Sword Sect, other than a few who knew the power of this broken sword, they all had dejected expressions. They thought that their leader was giving up on resisting.
"We'll know after we try," Jiu Jian said with an expressionless face. At the same time, his pupils constricted, and he waved his hand. Then, he swung his sword at Youhun without any fancy moves.
The ordinary broken sword actually emitted a dazzling light. Then, it drew out a light that was ten thousand feet long. Under this terrifying light, everyone's eyes were blinded.
At the same time, an invincible aura spread throughout the entire Anping Mountain. Those with weaker cultivation could not help but kneel on the ground.
Of course, the first to bear the brunt was Youhun.
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