Destiny Martial God

In the void!

"Brother Yu, how about we join forces?"

Although the sword luck obediently returned Jian Yu's natal sword and took the initiative to heal the wounds of his mind, Lu Yuan did not give up the idea of ​​attacking.

"Brother Lu, you go down!" Shaking his head, Yu Haoran smiled and gestured.

Then, he looked up at the completely formed sword dragon, and said with a flash of contempt in his eyes.

"Although the sword dragon condensed by the sword luck has reached the peak of the ninth grade of martial honor, the resentment gathered by countless natal swords makes it unable to exert too much strength."

"Within three moves, I will definitely defeat the sword dragon."

"Okay!"

The trust in Yu Haoran in his heart made Lu Yuan nod his head without hesitation, and then returned to the square of seven-colored auspicious clouds.

Although he said it easily, Yu Haoran was very nervous in his heart.

After all, the difference in strength between each small realm of martial honor cultivation is like a world of difference.

Even if it is affected by the resentment of thousands of life magic weapons, the sword dragon cannot exert the strength of the peak of the ninth grade of martial honor.

But relying on the sword luck's control of swordsmanship, which can be called the limit, it can also exert the strength of the eighth grade of martial honor.

Therefore, when the strength between the two is not much different, it is not an easy thing to resolve the battle within three moves.

Taking a deep breath, Yu Haoran directly waved the white stick in his hand, and used the last move of the stick method taught by the spirit of the weapon to test the strength and means of the sword dragon.

Although the 2,000-meter-long ancestor witch's body gives people a heavy feeling, under the control of the newly sublimated state of mind, Yu Haoran is not affected by the ancestor witch's body at all. He and the stick magic weapon form a sky full of phantoms, and start to beat the sword dragon like a storm.

"Dang, dang, dang...!"

The phantoms in the sky and the dazzling sword light not only prevented the people watching from using their physical bodies, but also prevented their divine thoughts from entering the center of the battle. They could only hear the sound of the stick and sword fighting.

For a full thirty seconds, Yu Haoran used the stick technique of Lihua Baoyu to attack 3,650 times in a row.

After putting away the stick and retreating a thousand meters, Yu Haoran panted and looked up at the sword dragon a thousand meters away.

Although the sword dragon successfully resisted every stick attack with its profound sword technique, it was limited by the influence of the grade of the sword that condensed its body. Nearly one-third of the swords were either broken or blasted into powder, which made the sword dragon look very embarrassed.

In Yiyue Palace!

"Great!"

Seeing that Yu Haoran beat the sword dragon so embarrassed with just one stick technique, Qin Lingfei couldn't help but cheer happily.

Qin Di and Zi Xuan, who were severely injured in their minds, also showed happy smiles on their slightly pale faces.

After all, Lu Yuan just asked for Jian Yu's natal sword, and Yu Haoran's evaluation of the sword dragon, and then combined with their understanding of the sword luck, they already knew the general reason for losing their natal sword.

Just to protect a disciple with top talent in swordsmanship, they directly deprived thousands of swordsmen of their natal swords that had been painstakingly refined and cultivated. The practice of sword luck completely hurt Qin Di and Zi Xuan.

Although they would not completely give up swordsmanship, they would not choose swords for their re-condensed natal magic weapons.

But the happy smile on their faces did not last too long. The sharp-eyed Zi Xuan saw that Yu Haoran's face was a little wrong, and hurriedly reminded him.

"Your Majesty, Ling Fei, look at the prince consort!"

In the void!

It seemed that the attack just now had an absolute advantage, but the broken and shattered natal sword debris did not fall off, but was sucked into the body by the sword dragon, which made the power contained in it more concentrated and the strength that could be exerted was also stronger.

"Yu Haoran, if you want to prevent the sword dragon from absorbing the essence of your natal sword to improve its strength, you need to directly blast its body open, and also find a way to seize the essence of your natal sword." The tower spirit who also discovered the abnormality of the sword dragon quickly reminded him.

Seize the essence!

After hearing the tower spirit's reminder, a pleasant thought immediately flashed through Yu Haoran's mind. He suddenly stepped into the void, flew into the air, and took out the Ruyi Bell that was integrated into his soul.

"Turning the rivers and seas upside down!"

Through the stick attack using the pear blossom rainstorm just now, Yu Haoran knew that the sword dragon condensed by the sword luck could only reach the initial stage of the eighth grade of the martial emperor.

If it weren't for the profound sword technique perception, the attack just now, like a storm, would have blasted the sword dragon into slag.

However, considering that the sword dragon just absorbed one-third of the essence of the natal sword debris, its strength must have improved.

Therefore, when he used the second stick technique inherited from the Monkey Emperor, he continued to overdraw part of the blood of the Ancestral Witch, which also made the power of the Overturning Rivers and Seas stick technique vaguely reach the peak of the middle stage of the eighth grade of Wu Zun.

Feeling the fatal danger brought by the Overturning Rivers and Seas stick technique, the sword dragon condensed by the luck of the sword quickly swung its dragon body, hoping to avoid the attack of the stick technique.

There are many moves used to avoid attacks in sword techniques, but the premise must be to have flexible steps and bodies.

The dragon body condensed by thousands of natal swords is not only a kilometer long, but also troubled by resentment, and the sensitivity of the sword dragon is greatly affected.

In the end, the stick technique, which reached the peak of the middle stage of the eighth grade of Wu Zun, hit the dragon tail of the sword dragon heavily.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a strong roar, more than 700 swords gathered at the dragon's tail were blown away by the stick technique.

Seeing countless broken sword debris rushing towards the sword dragon, Yu Haoran directly threw the Ruyi Bell he had prepared in advance to the broken tail of the dragon.

Feeling the pure energy that could quickly assist him in upgrading to a higher level and help him to breed the consciousness of the weapon spirit faster, there was no need for Yu Haoran's mind control at all. The Ruyi Bell quickly restored its hundreds of meters of body and began to compete frantically with the sword dragon for the essence of the sword debris.

Compared with ordinary magic weapons, the essence contained in the natal sword is more in quantity and higher in quality.

Therefore, after taking away two-thirds of the essence of the sword debris, the color of the Ruyi Bell began to show a hint of dark yellow, and the height of the volume reached nearly 400 meters.

"Tower Spirit, what's going on?" Pointing at the Ruyi Bell that was madly absorbing the essence of the sword debris, Xuanyuan shouted excitedly.

"Yu Haoran had seen the image of the Chaos Bell in his previous life, and then asked me to refine it in the shape of the Chaos Bell." Facing Xuanyuan's roar, the tower spirit replied casually.

But in fact, his heart was not calm at all.

Because the Ruyi Bell that had just successfully advanced to the lower grade of the Saint Realm, whether in terms of the color it presented or the momentum it exuded, was getting closer and closer to the Chaos Bell.