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Yunxiao Sword, held by successive heads of the Yan family, carries ambitions with the sword, and enlightens the heart with the sword. Those who hold the sword can penetrate the world and understand the world.

Soldiers of the Daoist sect won the world with one sword without leaving home.

It is said that the Yunxiao Sword of the Yan family is a peak spiritual tool for foundation building, which can cut iron like mud. The sword holder can obtain the aura bonus of the sword itself, absorb the spiritual power of heaven and earth, and allow the sword holder to explode several times stronger than himself increase.

The so-called spiritual weapon is a magical weapon that already has some spiritual intelligence. Compared with the magic weapon, it is more powerful. Even an ordinary spiritual weapon can crush the best magic weapon.

However, the manufacture of a spirit weapon takes a lot of time and materials, even if it is an ordinary spirit weapon, it is difficult to cast it successfully in half a year.

Ordinary monks don't even know what the spirit weapon looks like.

The Yan family actually passed on the priceless Spiritual Artifact of Foundation Establishment to Yan Haoteng, which shows how much they care about Yan Haoteng.

The appearance of Yunxiao Sword caused a commotion among the surrounding people.

"It is rumored that a spiritual weapon can increase a monk's combat power several times. Now that Yan Haoteng has a spiritual weapon in his hand, Ling Xiaotu is about to die."

"Yan Haoteng is too shameless. He can't fight alone, but he actually uses a spiritual weapon to assist him?"

"This is a life-and-death duel, and there is no sense of shame. No matter what method is used, the winner is the one who can stand at the end."

Discussions followed one after another, with jealousy, envy, and resentment.

But more, it was sympathy for Ling Chen.

With the foundation-building pinnacle spirit weapon in hand, Yan Haoteng's strength will double.

There is no need to doubt the outcome of this duel.

"Ling Xiaotu, I have to say that your talent is indeed very strong, but in this world you don't have to be talented to be useful." Yan Haoteng's eyes narrowed, and he pulled the Yunxiao Sword in his hand. the chill.

Ling Chen didn't respond.

He looked strange for a while.

How can Yan Haoteng have such great self-confidence with just a pinnacle foundation-building spiritual weapon?

Then, if you tell everyone in the audience that your physical body is equivalent to the spiritual weapon of the golden core period, it is estimated that everyone's eyeballs will fall to the ground in shock, right?
"Xiao Teng, don't keep your hands!" Yan Kuangluo reminded through voice transmission.

Seeing the silence of Xiahou's family until now, he always felt that something was wrong in this duel, but he didn't know what went wrong.

Only a quick fix is ​​the safest way.

"Don't worry, father, I'll cut off this kid's head later!" Yan Haoteng nodded, and the true energy in his dantian poured into the Yunxiao sword like a tide.

In an instant, the Yunxiao Sword seemed to be alive, and there was a sword cry, and countless sword lights flickered, with a domineering momentum.

"Surrender!" Yan Haoteng's eyes flashed a murderous intent, and he stepped forward with a step like a ghost.

Everyone's eyeballs couldn't keep up with Yan Haoteng's speed. When they reacted again, a cold light suddenly appeared, intertwined into a sword net in front of Ling Chen, and swung their heads like a bloodthirsty beast with its fangs open. Breathtaking.

Seeing the sword net approaching, Ling Chen looked indifferent, flew over the ground, jumped up from the spot, his clothes fluttered in the wind, and dodged the sword net in the air.

A sword failed, Yan Haoteng's expression was gloomy.

With a hand in hand, the Yunxiao Sword danced along with it, like a spirit snake in mid-air, and the shadows of the sword were superimposed so that people couldn't see the reality clearly.

The second sword came one after another, extremely fast!

Ling Chen deliberately slowed down a beat, turned over and jumped backwards, let the Yunxiao sword rub against his chest, and quickly flung it over.

Then, he retreated suddenly, pretending to be anxious to distance himself from Yan Haoteng.

But how could Yan Haoteng let go of this opportunity, when the sword tail danced back, he slashed down fiercely.

"Pfft!"

A string of fine blood drops flew out and fell to the ground.

On Ling Chen's face, there was a quiet wound.

As soon as this scene came out, Ah Meng and the others all looked down.

Yan Haoteng, who possessed the peak foundation building spirit weapon, actually injured Ling Chen?
The members of the Yan family looked at each other, and heaved a sigh of relief in their hearts. They only felt that it was not Yan Haoteng standing on the fighting platform, but them.

On the other hand, Xia Houzun and the others had serious expressions on their faces.

Even though they knew that the power of the spirit weapon was very unusual, they did not expect that a spirit weapon could increase Yan Haoteng's combat power so much, leaving Ling Chen behind by a large amount.

Looking at Mu Keke again, her eyes were full of worry, obviously worried about Ling Chen's comfort.

A monk's combat power is not only based on his cultivation, but also on his skills, martial arts, weapons, combat awareness, skills, experience and other factors.

In front of two monks with similar levels, the existence of a spiritual weapon will determine the direction of the battle.

This is also the fundamental reason why many monks turned against each other for the spirit weapon, earning blood and blood.

Similarly, it is precisely because he is very aware of the effect of spiritual weapons on cultivators that Mu Keke accepts the escort mission in order to exchange for a handy weapon.

If Ling Chen had a 70% winning rate against Yan Haoteng before, then after the appearance of the spirit weapon, Ling Chen's winning rate dropped directly to below 50%.

In the center of the duel, Yan Haoteng held the Cloud Sword in his hand, his face filled with arrogance, extremely strong.

"Ling Xiaotu, do you have an illusion?"

"When I was able to beat me, but found that everything was a dream, I think this kind of feeling should be very uncomfortable."

Seeing the smug expression on Yan Haoteng's face, Ling Chen wiped the blood from his cheeks and smiled with interest: "Well, there is such an illusion, but I want to feel the effect of this illusion. It's not me, it's you."

"Hehe." Yan Haoteng was taken aback, and sneered: "Your mouth is really hard, it seems that you have to teach you a little lesson."

"Yes, I also think it's time to teach you a lesson. You have to wake up from your dream." Ling Chen clasped his hands on his chest and nodded slightly.

To defeat one at the moment when one is most self-righteous is true despair.

"Smart teeth, I'd like to see how you teach me a lesson." Yan Haoteng let out a stern laugh, and jumped into the air immediately.

I saw him spinning around in the air, waving a gorgeous sword light.

The dazzling sword light rushed straight up, like a gorgeous silver dragon, as if it wanted to connect with the lightning that fell from the sky.

Where the sword light swept across, the sword energy spread, and the terrifying power seemed to destroy everything.

Ling Chen's expression was like water, and his figure flashed, as if he had escaped into the void, hiding invisibly.

When he reappeared, he was already behind Yan Haoteng.

During this process, Ling Chen broke through the air and walked away.

And because the sword light that Yan Haoteng swung was too dazzling, and Ling Chen left an afterimage on the ground, so that no one noticed that he disappeared in place.

"Go to hell!" Yan Haoteng's sword glow directly devoured Ling Chen's afterimage.

The powerful sword energy erupted with astonishing power, and when it rushed around, everyone was shocked to take a step back, unable to open their eyes.

"Ling Xianren!" Xia Hourou's pretty face changed drastically, and she wanted to step forward subconsciously.

But suddenly, her footsteps stopped, and a strange expression appeared on her face.

Not only her, but Xiahouzun and others, Ah Meng and others, and even the onlookers in the audience all looked stunned.

"Huh?" The smug smile on Yan Haoteng's face who thought he had killed Ling Chen didn't last for three seconds before it disappeared and turned into astonishment.

The sword glow that Yunxiao Sword swung landed on Ling Chen's body, but it didn't feel like it was hitting the real thing.

Taking a closer look, his pupils shrank involuntarily.

What the original sword light slashed was not people, but air.

The sword marks left on the ground proved this point.

"Remnant image?" Yan Haoteng felt as if struck by lightning.

How can this be?

The speed of his swinging sword was as fast as lightning, even faster and fiercer than the first sword before, Ling Chen didn't even dodge the first sword, why could he dodge his second sword?
Even if Ling Chen dodged, he could still detect the opponent's movement direction with his weak breath.

But why, I didn't feel any sign of Ling Chen moving at all?

Feeling puzzled, Yan Haoteng glanced around at the onlookers, only to find that they were all looking behind him in surprise.

"Impossible"

Yan Haoteng's complexion changed drastically, and he subconsciously wanted to turn around.

Unfortunately, it turned out to be too late.

Behind him, Ling Chen clasped his hand and landed on him, and there was a cracking sound, and his bones shattered.

Yan Haoteng's whole body seemed to be bombarded by a meteorite, and the violent force caused him to be thrown directly into the air. His face wiped the ground and kept rolling, with blood flowing horizontally.

The Cloud Sword also clanged and fell to the ground.

"The spirit weapon is in your hands, so it can only be said to humiliate it, let me teach you how to display its true power." Ling Chen raised his hand and sucked it, and the Yunxiao sword drew an elegant arc in mid-air, Then it fell into the hands.

"The sword, the blade of the heart, can be used for killing or protecting. Killing and protecting are just a thought away."

"Drums and gongs resounded, the yellow sand was endless, and a sword that shocked the sky cut off the world of mortals."

"I have a sword that can shatter thousands of worlds."

"I have a sword that can wash away reincarnation in the world."

"I have a sword that can overturn everything in the world."

"Everything the sword points to is turned into nothingness."

While speaking, the Yunxiao Sword trembled, drawing an arc in the air, countless sword qi flickered, and then condensed together.

Just a ray of light fell, and a snort was heard.

Under the terrified eyes of everyone, Yan Haoteng's wrist was quietly cut off by the sword energy at some point.

From the beginning to the end, no one saw the fluctuation of the sword energy across the space, as if it had penetrated the void and came directly to attack and kill.

Blood sprayed out from Yan Haoteng's severed arm recklessly, staining the ground red.

"what!"

The pain of severed hand hit Yan Haoteng, his face turned pale, he broke out in cold sweat, and his lips kept trembling.

He fell to the ground, having long since lost the ability to fight, he just clutched his right hand and let out a shrill scream.

In front of him, Ling Chen was holding the Cloud Firmament Sword, his eyes were indifferent, like a demon, like a god, under the swaying sunlight, he couldn't look directly at him.

In an instant, the surroundings were as silent as death!