Chapter 99: Never Been Beaten
"One sword isn't enough. Let me see your three million flying swords."
Qi Qiong stretched out his hands slowly, looking very confident.
"It's enough." Chen Xia said calmly, and his eyes were a pure grayish-white color.
The time within a thousand meters suddenly slowed down. Only Chen Xia was unaffected as he walked in it, holding the golden flying sword and pointing it at Qi Qiong's head.
The sword arrived. The sharp tip of the sword, carrying brilliant sword light, showed no intention of holding back at all and stabbed straight at the center of Qi Qiong's brow.
Qi Qiong slowly raised his hand, wanting to block the flying sword, but he definitely couldn't block it.
However, there was no panic on his face. Instead, he was always smiling.
The flying sword stopped an inch in front of Qi Qiong, blocked by the intense divine light, and couldn't move forward any further.
The tip of the sword and the divine light collided extremely violently. The ground began to shatter and peel off layer by layer, like the bark falling off a tree.
Qi Qiong's slowly outstretched hand finally reached it and pinched the flying sword. A wild smile appeared on his face.
This was the moment he had been waiting for.
Qi Qiong pinched the flying sword with one hand, and the domineering purple divine light continuously spread towards the golden flying sword. It had already reached the body of the sword and was trying to devour the entire flying sword.
"You have so many flying swords. It's no big deal if you lend me one or two, right?"
Qi Qiong laughed loudly, looking extremely arrogant.
Chen Xia suddenly let go of the hilt of the sword, pointed at Qi Qiong with two fingers, and a calm golden aura rose from them.
From somewhere between heaven and earth, it seemed that a long dragon's roar could be heard.
Qi Qiong looked up and found that he was facing a thousand-zhang-long real dragon!
The real dragon carried a million sword intents. Its huge golden eyes stared fixedly at him, bringing with it an unparalleled pressure. The dragon's aura all over its body made the already chaotic ground even more disordered.
Qi Qiong quickly put down the flying sword. His figure, wrapped in the purple divine light, twisted for a while and then appeared a thousand meters away. Staring at the thousand-zhang-long real dragon, there was a fanatical look in his eyes.
"I didn't expect you to really have such a pure real dragon image. I thought it was just a rumor. Not bad, really not bad."
"Since that's the case, I want both your three million flying swords and this real dragon image, haha!"
Qi Qiong laughed wildly. In his words, he didn't take Chen Xia seriously at all and directly asked for his three million flying swords and real dragon image in front of him.
To be honest, he was much more arrogant than that old Wang.
Among the surrounding cultivators, some of the more experienced formal disciples and elders knew that Qi Qiong wasn't lying.
Because Qi Qiong's protective divine light and many of his supernatural powers were snatched from others.
He had an extremely domineering physique, the Body of Seizing the Dao.
He could seize other people's Great Dao supernatural powers and accumulate them on himself. He could seize up to three kinds at most. If he seized more, it would replace one of the previous supernatural powers.
Qi Qiong had fought his way up step by step relying on the Body of Seizing the Dao, and he became stronger and stronger, and his talent grew higher and higher.
And the most terrifying thing was that once you lost to Qi Qiong once, you could never win back.
Many elders were optimistic about Qi Qiong. The Third Elder even directly threw out an olive branch and formed a master-disciple relationship with Qi Qiong, sharing both honor and disgrace.
Now that Qi Qiong had come looking for Chen Xia, he must have had his eye on Chen Xia's three million flying swords and wanted to take them for himself.
However, the surrounding cultivators also had a question. Could Qi Qiong really swallow three million flying swords?
Chen Xia could swallow three million flying swords because he was a unique oddity that had only appeared once since ancient times.
Why could you, Qi Qiong, swallow them?
Could it be that you were the second oddity?
After thinking about it, the surrounding cultivators quickly figured out the key point.
He didn't necessarily have to swallow all three million flying swords. He could also sell them. And Qi Qiong only needed the strongest few hundred swords.
What a good idea.
It seemed that Qi Qiong had been aiming at Chen Xia's three million flying swords from the very beginning.
Now he didn't even bother to hide his wolfish ambitions and said such words directly to Chen Xia's face.
It could be seen that Qi Qiong was extremely arrogant and wasn't afraid at all. But he did indeed have the capital to be so arrogant.
Chen Xia suspended the golden flying sword in front of him, looked at Qi Qiong, exhaled, and smiled.
"You want the flying swords, right? I can give them to you, but can you catch them?"
He took a step forward, stomped heavily, dust rose from the ground, and the area within several thousand meters instantly became pitch black, with no light at all.
Suddenly, a bright red full moon rose in the sky, and the blood-red moonlight filled the entire space.
A bright red crown appeared on Chen Xia's head, representing that he had seized thirty percent of Qi Qiong's strength. The golden real dragon behind him was also dyed crimson, and its pure vertical pupils stared fixedly at Qi Qiong.
"Nice move." Qi Qiong clapped his hands, and the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't be restrained. It grew wider and wider, and finally, he was even bent over laughing.
"If only I had met you earlier. I really want these magic treasures and supernatural powers of yours!"
The real dragon suddenly charged over, draped in the crimson moonlight, with a great momentum!
Qi Qiong pinched the divine light with both hands, and a purple formation appeared behind him. Inside it, layer upon layer was filled with purple divine light, like countless eyes overlapping each other.
"Shoot!" Qi Qiong smiled cruelly.
Hundreds of purple eyes burst out with unparalleled divine light and shot towards the real dragon image, constantly piercing through it and reducing the intensity of the image.
After all, Chen Xia was at a disadvantage in terms of realm. It was really a disadvantage for someone at the peak of the Mountain Moving Realm to fight against someone at the sixth level of the Overturning Sea Realm. If they were both at the Mountain Moving Realm or the Overturning Sea Realm, Chen Xia would definitely win.
After all, using three million flying swords and the Reincarnation Desperate Realm in a one-on-one fight, it was really hard to figure out how he could lose.
At least below the quasi-saint level, Chen Xia should be able to win steadily in battles within the same realm.
But Chen Xia really seldom fought within the same realm. Most of the time, he fought across realms. Now he had even crossed a major realm and six minor realms.
This was a gap that ordinary cultivators wouldn't even dare to think about.
It was equivalent to an ordinary person with a dagger asking a fierce general with a firearm to raise his hands.
Being able to gain a slight advantage was already astonishing. If he won directly, Chen Xia would completely prove one thing.
Realm was nothing. True strength in combat was what really mattered.
In fact, Chen Xia did indeed have a good chance of winning, and it wasn't small.
The real dragon was dissolved by hundreds of beams of divine light, and the image disappeared. It couldn't be summoned again in a short time.
The hundred-pupil formation behind Qi Qiong didn't dissipate. Instead, it looked at Chen Xia, and hundreds of identical eyes were shining with a strange light.
"I started paying attention to you when you swallowed the three million flying swords. I was really envious."
"These are the three million flying swords from the Sword Forest. An ordinary sword cultivator can only get one. Why should you swallow all three million flying swords?!"
"You don't have a special physique, you're not from an ancient race, and you don't have any powerful backers. You're just a cultivator who ascended from a small world. Why?!"
"Is it because you're extremely lucky?!"
Qi Qiong almost roared as he asked, his voice full of jealousy and greed.
Chen Xia stood there, a bronze color appeared in his hand, and at the same time, he replied.
"You really haven't been beaten enough."
He pinched the bronze sword made from the remnant soul of a half-saint.
It was also the strongest and the only one among the three million flying swords...
The Half-Immortal Sword!
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