Ascension Through Generations

Boom boom boom!

On the fighting stage, large flames flew in all directions, and bursts of roaring were deafening.

After five breaths, the layers of defense were broken one after another. Ying Tianlong could only subconsciously release a series of defensive talismans in a futile attempt to delay the ten breaths.

But this is too difficult!

Ying Tianlong secretly felt despair. Before starting, he never thought that he would not even be able to fight back.

"No, I am the genius of the Ying family, a genius who is destined to be promoted to Nascent Soul in the future. I...there is no way I can lose - ah!"

Before the thoughts in his mind could fully arise, he felt a strange force suddenly pass through the black iron spiritual shield above his head and hit the Baihui point of Liuyang leader.

I really don’t covet Dong Miao’s beauty!

Before the word "Zhan" came out of his mouth, Jian Shisan's heart trembled, and his consciousness suddenly appeared, and a figure suddenly appeared on the left side of his body.

A few breaths later, sweat was already visible on Jian Shisan's forehead. Although the sword light became more dense and dazzling, the sword circle was slowly compressed to within a week of his body.

Tap tap tap!

A series of rapid and sharp footsteps on the ground were like the sound of soul-stirring, and bursts of explosions surrounded Jian Shisan. The sword light dispersed like water, but Zhao Sheng easily dodged most of it. If he couldn't avoid it, a burst of spiritual power would pop out. Either the two cancel each other out, or they deflect.

At a certain moment, Zhao Sheng's heart moved. When he saw a sword light flying towards him, he blocked it with his arm without even trying to avoid it.

Although the time was short, it could not stop the two of them from fighting fast. In the blink of an eye, the two sides had fought countless times.

It seems like a long time has passed, but in fact only a few dozen breaths have passed since the two started fighting.

However, no one except Zhao Sheng realized what had just happened.

boom!

With a loud bang like a thunderbolt, time returned to normal instantly.

"We're going to lose!"

His eyes slowly swept across the faces of the people in the audience. Wherever he looked, some people were cowering, some were looking away, and some were eager to try. But most of them didn't dare to go on stage because they really couldn't beat him!

Wisps of "solidified" sword light are stacked together to form a bright, crystal-clear, incomparably solid sword intent.

"Who's coming next?"

Zhao Sheng thought for a moment, nodded confidently and said, "Okay, then I want to see your unique skills."

On the side, Dong Miaozhen's eyes flashed, and he thought to himself: "Sword Thirteen, although he has only been building the foundation for less than ten years, he has fought countless swords in his life and has rich practical experience. He is also famous as a sword madman in the Sky-Splitting Kendo. So. Xiu Feng Lei Sword Technique is the best at fighting fast with fast speed. I heard that it has reached the realm of sword energy and thunder sound. Now there is a good show!"

Could it be that his "streaming knife" reputation is in vain? No matter how fast the opponent is, can he pass the time faster? !

"I come!"

At this time, Jian Shisan stood still with a pale face, holding his bleeding right hand in his left hand, speechless for a moment.

Thinking of this, Jian Shisan turned around fiercely and shouted eagerly: "Are you a sword cultivator too?!"

Li Feixuan seemed to be experiencing unimaginable tremendous pressure, his face was as red as blood, he held the handle of the knife with both hands, slowly raised the long knife high, and then slashed down hard.

The main attack of "Vacuum Shattering Yue Palm" is somewhat similar to the skill of beating cattle across mountains, but it is infinitely more advanced than it.

Zhao Sheng looked at the people in the audience with a smile, his face was refreshed and he didn't even sweat.

Zhao Sheng's eyes reflected a bit of cold stars like lightning, and his eyebrows stung extremely.

At this moment, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, his breath was dying, and he was completely unconscious.

The next moment, waves of more ferocious and surging power suddenly found their way in, hitting his head, face, chest, abdomen, and dantian.

In order to launch the sword just now, Li Feixuan sacrificed one year of his life.

Li Feixuan raised the long sword again and repeated the slashing action just now, repeated over and over again.

He could clearly see that the sword light actually shot out from the opponent's fingertips, which was simply unbelievable.

Just hearing a sword chant, a three-foot-long silver-white sword flew out from Jian Shisan's palm, as fast as lightning and as fast as a thundering giant. It circled three times in the blink of an eye, and finally fell into Jian Shisan's hand.

This also led him to witness with his own eyes the entire process of Li Feixuan's attack. When the sword was about to come, he just happened to wave the Fang Tian Painted Halberd to block this insidious and vicious killing move.

Buzz!

Ying Tianlong felt as if he had been hit hard, stars suddenly appeared in his eyes, his head became dizzy, and his consciousness instantly disappeared, and the spiritual power in his body stagnated.

"What are you afraid of? He was injured just now!" At this time, a female voice suddenly came from behind the crowd.

Li Feixuan, who launched this killing move, immediately succumbed, his face turned as pale as snow, and some of the roots under his thick black hair quietly turned white.

Just because of this oversight, Ying Tianlong's tight defense inadvertently revealed a gap.

Seeing that no one responded, Zhao Sheng said excitedly: "You are all the proud sons of heaven. Are you afraid of losing and dare not come up?"

To outsiders, time seemed almost frozen and stopped, but in Zhao Sheng's eyes, time just slowed down a lot and did not stand still.

There is no doubt that "So Close to the End of the World" is an immortal "light skill", which is similar to the magical power of shrinking the earth into an inch. Within a square inch, it is like teleporting within ten feet.

As he finished speaking, wisps of lightning gradually danced on the three-foot-long rainbow sword. A long, bright white sword light appeared at the tip of the sword, and bursts of wind and thunder faintly sounded in the air.

Buzz!

The Rainbow Lightning Sword instantly turned into a beam of lightning, sweeping across the waist. The tip of the sword spit out a bit of cold star, and shot it towards Zhao Sheng's eyebrows with incomparable precision.

It's a pity that although Jian Shisan's sword was as fast as lightning, in Zhao Sheng's eyes, it was a million times slower.

Just after seven breaths, two faint screams came out, and Ying Tianlong fell onto the protective light shield with a bang like a doll that had been played with, and then slowly slid to the ground.

Before the words were spoken, the Qianqiu cicada in Li Feixuan's dantian suddenly flapped its wings and chirped softly, and a ripple of time instantly spread from its colorful wings, covering a three-foot radius.

Waves of blazing spiritual power quickly blocked his spiritual apertures and meridians.

As a casual cultivator who rose from the bottom of the world of immortality, Li Feixuan would not let go of such a good opportunity to make a name for himself.

The reason why Ying Tianlong had no power to fight back was not only because of Zhao Sheng's speed, but more importantly, every time he tried to fight back, an extremely strange force hit his body through layers of defenses, and it was extremely accurate. It hit his Dantian repeatedly, dissipating his accumulated spiritual power again and again.

Sure enough, after only seven or eight breaths, a chuckle was heard coming from the field over the rolling thunder:

"Haha, withdraw!"

If he can take the opportunity to win, he might be able to win the favor of Zhinu, then wouldn't it mean that his destiny will change from now on, and Nascent Soul can be expected.

Zhao Sheng smiled slightly and did not answer the question. Instead, he turned to look at the people in the audience and said loudly: "Next!"

"Very good. I have long wanted to learn how an orthodox sword cultivator fights against enemies. Today I finally got what I wanted! Look carefully, I'm going to attack your left side."

"Yes, one move can tell the difference!" Li Feixuan said with certainty.

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Sheng disappeared from the place instantly like a phantom.

At this time, the sound of wind and thunder was heard on the fighting stage, the sword light fell like rain, the sword energy was like the endless sea, waves of flying sword light continuously hit the protective light shield, creating little ripples.

No matter how charming the other party is, no matter how beautiful and fragrant the country is, no matter how beautiful and stunning it is, no matter how beautiful it is, no matter how extraordinary its temperament is.

Um!

Zhao Sheng believed that he was by no means a shallow person, and they were really a perfect match for each other!

Recalling the strange purple-green luck on the other party's head, Zhao Sheng couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and once again firmly decided not to marry her.

"No, it's a matter of life and death, right?" Zhao Sheng suddenly made a joke.

Flowing-light-knife!

After hesitating for a breath or two, seeing no one coming forward, Jian Shisan with a stern face suddenly appeared out of the crowd.

Now that ten years have passed, no one can guess Zhao Sheng's true strength except himself.

For a moment, he felt angry and decided not to show mercy.

Wisps of "solidified" sword light separated from the long sword bit by bit and hung in the air in front of him.

A stream of light suddenly flew out of Li Feixuan's dantian, and when it fell into his hand, it turned into a strange transparent long knife that appeared and disappeared, with the blade curved like waves.

Zhao Sheng turned around in the air, approached from far away, tiptoed the ground, and landed easily in front of everyone.

No matter how hard Jian Shisan used his sword, he couldn't be hurt at all.

Facing a Foundation-Building Sword Cultivator, Zhao Sheng actually still didn't use weapons. It was unclear whether he was a brave person with a skill or an arrogant one.

"Ah!"

"Despicable!"

Zhao Sheng was born with a monster-like physique. Under twenty times the gravity, he could still easily run dozens of laps carrying a three-hundred-pound armor.

"Could it be that the other party is not only a physical cultivator, but also an inner sword cultivator!"

As for "Immortal Golden Body", there is no need to go into details.

Thinking of this, he repeated again: "Who wants to come up to discuss and discuss?"

Ding ding ding!

In mid-air, the Rainbow Sword was like a dying fish, jumping several times, trying to fly back to its master.

Zhao Sheng's punch was as fast as lightning, hitting Jian Shisan's waist and ribs in an instant. Before the punch came, the cold wind of the punch had already caused severe pain in Jian Shisan's ribs, and the alarm sounded loudly in his heart.

Let's put it this way, the unilateral beating of Ying Tianlong just now was just a warm-up, and he didn't even show one-third of his strength.

Standing opposite Zhao Sheng, Li Feixuan cheered secretly while slowly getting in touch with the Qianqiu cicada in his dantian.

But Jian Shisan was extremely angry, feeling that the other party looked down on him.

While thinking about it, the protective light shield was opened. Jian Shisan strode onto the fighting stage and stood two feet away from Zhao Sheng.

The speaker was a woman in a goose skirt with a hot figure and an extremely cool figure.

He secretly praised, and immediately dodged, withdrew his fist and turned around. He turned behind Jian Shisan with his thoughts and kicked Kuixing backwards, pointing directly at the opponent's anus.

Zhao Sheng retreated violently and did not compete with Jian Shisan.

For a moment, he kept flashing around, and countless afterimages flashed forward, left, and right.

"One move determines victory or defeat?"

laugh!

Blood spattered, skin and flesh cracked, and there was a deep wound on the arm that was visible to the bone.

As soon as the words fell, everyone's pupils shrank sharply, and their eyes unconsciously followed the rainbow sword flying high.

At this time, Zhao Sheng saw that the marks on the exposed bones were faint and almost non-existent, and secretly nodded and said: "The Gengjin sword bone has not yet been fully developed, but it can block such a level of sword light. It is very good! According to this kind of defense strength, the spirit Under the weapon, the magical weapon is difficult to damage."

"Try him again to see how lethal the Geng Jin sword light is?"

Zhao Sheng's eyes finally rested on Dong Miaozhen, looking at the woman with a faint sparkle in her eyes, but her expression was calm and composed, as if she was not surprised at all.

A thousand years of cicada, a moment of spring and autumn!

How can you control time with a mortal body without paying a price?

Zhao Sheng had ten thoughts in his mind, one of which was focused on avoiding. The other thoughts were memorizing the Wind and Thunder Sword Technique of Jian Shisan little by little, and he even had the energy to dismantle the opponent's moves.

If he delayed for a while longer, his sword wound would be healed.

But until now, the ground is still clean and there is no blood.

At that time, no one could have expected that Ying Tianlong would be defeated so quickly and so embarrassingly!

Seeing how perverted Zhao Sheng was, most people immediately hesitated, and some simply avoided Zhao Sheng's sight, believing that they were no match for him.

Unexpectedly, every time it flicked, a little purple fire would fall on its sword body out of thin air, imprisoning its spirituality.

Ten years ago, when he was still in the realm of Qi refining, he could compete with Zhao Degan, a foundation-building cultivator.

"Yes! This sword is called Hongdian. It is three feet and three inches long and weighs thirty-six pounds and six taels. It is made of thousand-year-old lightning iron. After decades of refining day and night, this sword has become the same as mine. Man and sword merge into one. You have to be careful!" With Jian Shisan's long sword in his hand, his aura changed drastically, and his whole body was like a sharp sword unsheathed, and his whole body was sharp and sharp.

Since his reincarnation, Zhao Sheng has only practiced three body-training techniques over the years.

"Fellow Taoist, be careful——

Zhao Sheng lowered his head and looked at the wound on his arm. In just a few moments, the wound had closed and healed quickly visible to the naked eye.

"Fellow Daoist Zhao, your strength is too strong, I am ashamed of myself! But I have a unique trick, do you dare to take it?"

"cut!"

Snap!

Everyone only saw a sudden appearance of a dazzling light, which stung their eyes.

"Fellow Daoist Zhao is so funny. How about you and I finish it? Just one move!"

With this thought in mind, Zhao Sheng immediately accelerated his steps by three points. He used Ziyang's spiritual power from both hands, knocking away streaks of sword light, and gradually approached Jian Shisan.

The moment of defeat flashed through his mind countless times, and his eyes finally settled on that extremely sharp blue-purple sword light that was faster than lightning.

Although Zhao Sheng's movements were fast, they could not be hidden from his spiritual consciousness. Jian Shisan secretly cursed the opponent for being despicable and shameless. The long sword in his palm was reversed and stabbed out from the side. The sword rays were as fast as meteors and stabbed towards Zhao Sheng's face and chest. belly.

Everyone in the audience was also a little dumbfounded. Most people only saw the sword light on the stage raging like a sea, and felt that Jian Shisan had the upper hand.

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, and the golden sunfire of the black staff that rolled down not far away flew up from the ground, flew into his hand in a flash, and was then put into the storage bag.

The time in this three-foot space was suddenly frozen, as if time had pressed the stop button.

"I'll do it!" Li Feixuan gritted his teeth and suddenly shouted loudly.

In the blink of an eye, the Rainbow Lightning Sword was repeatedly trapped by the purple fire, unable to fall to the ground, and could not help but make a buzzing sound, like the wail of the sword.

As someone who has experienced it personally, Jian Shisan can see it most clearly.

In fact, when Li Feixuan drove Qianqiu Chan to freeze time, he realized that someone had moved the timeline and greatly compressed the flow of time in a strange way.

Seeing this situation, everyone had a premonition in their minds.

"External sword cultivator?" Zhao Sheng's eyes narrowed and he said in a deep voice.

Very few people outside the field could clearly see what happened in the last encounter.

"Qian Qiu Cicada depends entirely on you!"

In fact, he went there with the goal of killing Zhao Sheng with one move, not with some bullshit.

He is a casual cultivator. If he were no longer sinister and vicious, he would not be as high as he is today.