Peerless Taoist Body

Jiang Wudai, the only daughter of the ruler of Akabane Kingdom, was named Wudai. She was not like ordinary women who were obsessed with mundane things like rouge and powder.

Since childhood, she has shown bravery and ambition that is no less than that of men. She often challenges geniuses from all over the kingdom to duel and wins most of the time.

Even if it loses, it can win again quickly.

With her unyielding tenacity and outstanding talent for cultivation, she rose all the way to the position of the monastery's eldest sister and even won the qualification to inherit the throne of the Akabane Kingdom.

She can compete with her much older brothers.

In the competition for the throne, the identity of the eldest sister of the monastery is a strong weight for her to ascend the throne.

It can be said that it and the monastery prosper and suffer together.

Today, the Wushen Cult is invading, and as the eldest sister, she must not retreat, nor can she lose!

Thinking of this, Jiang Wudai swept the sharp sword in her hand, which was like a flaming feather, directly towards Han Zhuo, and for a moment, the flaming sword light filled the sky.

"Humph!"

Han Zhuo snorted coldly, and several streams of dark water flew out from his body.

Seeing this, the onlookers stepped back to avoid any unnecessary disaster.

I saw several black streams of water accurately intercepting a piece of flaming sword light, making a sharp "hissing" sound, and a pungent black mist suddenly filled the air.

"Fire Wing Sword Technique!"

Jiang Wudai's handsome figure was hidden in the firelight, and in an instant she broke through the dark mist. The long sword in her hand swung out several phoenix-feather-like sword lights, piercing Han Zhuo's face.

Han Zhuo's pupils contracted, his hands danced rapidly, and a steady stream of spiritual power gathered. Han Zhuo shouted, "Evil Water Black Turtle!"

A black turtle formed by the gathering of water spiritual power enveloped Han Zhuo in time.

The next moment, the sharp Phoenix Feather Sword light slammed violently on the Black Turtle.

"boom"

As spiritual power surged, the several phoenix feather sword lights only penetrated the Black Water Turtle a few inches before dissipating due to exhaustion.

Taking this opportunity, Han Zhuo changed the spiritual seal in his hand, and the black water turtles immediately turned into black poisonous snakes and bit towards Jiang Wudai.

"Earth-level spiritual skill: Strangling the evil spirit!"

Jiang Wudai's eyes turned cold, and the long sword in her hand suddenly ignited with flames, like a phoenix spreading its wings, cutting off the attacking tentacles one after another.

At this moment, Han Zhuo swung at her with a broadsword in one hand. The terrifying sword light, wrapped in the dark water spiritual power, hit Jiang Wudai's vital points directly.

Jiang Wudai was not afraid at all, and she faced the attacking sword light directly. There was a dazzling sword light flash, and the dark sword light was instantly split into two halves.

Jiang Wudai then came in front of Han Zhuo and slashed down with the sword in her hand.

Han Zhuo's eyes were grim, and he swung the broadsword in his hand upwards.

"when!"

With a crisp sound, both sides quickly changed their tactics and attacked each other again. They fought for several rounds in a row, but neither side was able to determine the winner.

"It's over!"

Han Zhuo slashed with all his might, forcing Jiang Wudai to retreat and then shouted coldly.

I saw the black spiritual energy around him surging violently, a vast spiritual sea spread out, and the aura of the middle stage of the spiritual sea surged in all directions.

"Heavenly spiritual skill—Netherworld Calamity Water Slash!"

The spiritual sea surged violently, and a black blade nearly a hundred feet long protruded from it. A force of disaster swept in all directions, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth suddenly withered, as if it had been poisoned by something.

The people watching from all sides put up spiritual power shields one after another, and those who were weaker among them immediately felt dizzy and fell to the ground.

At the same time, Jiang Wudai did not sit still and wait for death. Her whole body was ablaze with flames, and the sea of ​​fire filled with violent aura blocked the terrifying power of disaster. Her aura instantly soared to the peak, and she was also in the middle stage of the Spiritual Sea.

"Phoenix Sword Technique—Phoenix Feather Fighting Heart Sword!"

A cold shout full of fighting spirit came from the sea of ​​fire.

Then, a clear sound of a phoenix was heard from this space. Everyone saw that in the blazing sea of ​​fire, a bright sword light turned into a stunning phoenix and rushed straight towards Han Zhuo.

Han Zhuo's eyes became fierce, and he raised his hand and pointed, "Go!"

The pitch-black blade light broke through the layers of air waves and directly hit the flying phoenix.

"boom!"

The raging flames and black water intertwined with each other, the sword light and the knife light collided with each other, making crisp sounds, and the terrifying spiritual power fluctuations enveloped the two of them, and then surged in all directions, attracting many eyes in Chiyan City.

"It's the Sixth Princess who's taking action!"

"It seems that the Wushen Cult can no longer wait..."

. . .

Voices of surprise and doubt rang out from deep within the many prosperous mansions.

Outside the monastery gate, the raging fire and black mist slowly dissipated, and two figures gradually emerged, but one figure was still standing tall, while the other was half-kneeling on the ground. It was obvious that the winner had been decided!

"You lost!"

Jiang Wudai pointed the sword in her hand directly at Han Zhuo's brow and shouted coldly.

Han Zhuo's face was gloomy, his eyes were filled with reluctance, but in the blink of an eye he showed a hint of sarcasm and said, "Although I lost, you can't expect to have an easy time. Look at your arm!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wudai looked towards the arm holding the sword, and saw a faint black line spreading throughout his body at a very fast speed.

Then he stabbed Han Zhuo's forehead with the long sword. Han Zhuo hurriedly stepped back to avoid the vital point, and the long sword went straight into his chest.

"Pfft!"

Just as Jiang Wudai was about to make another attack, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his body and a mouthful of black blood spurted out of his mouth.

She was so frightened that she quickly circulated her spiritual power to suppress the poison in her body.

Han Zhuo took this opportunity to shake off the sword that had entered his body, and retreated in a flash. He then sneered, "Haha, Sixth Princess, please rest assured. With your status and cultivation, this poison will not harm your life."

Jiang Wudai said coldly, "Despicable!"

At this moment, the poison was already corroding her internal organs and she was no longer able to fight.

Han Zhuo ignored her taunting and continued, "I lost the battle just now, but I still have other people in the Wushen Cult."

"Besides your elder sister, is there anyone else in your monastery who can go to fight?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a burly man with ferocious eyes and a cold aura walked out from behind Han Zhuo.

"My name is Li Feng, please teach me!"

As the sinister voice fell, a strong aura rushed out from Li Feng, and the spiritual power of heaven and earth suddenly became violently turbulent.

"Ling Hai Late Stage!!!"

Looking at the aura of cultivation emanating from the man in front of her, Jiang Wudai's heart suddenly sank.

The strength of this Li Feng is far superior to that of Han Zhuo. Even in her prime, she was no match for him, not to mention that she is now poisoned.

Apart from her, the strongest person in the monastery is only in the early stage of spiritual sea and is definitely no match for the person in front of him.

"What should we do? Is the monastery really going to lose face today?"

Jiang Wudai struggled in her heart, her face looked extremely ugly.

Han Zhuo sneered when he saw this and said, "Why? Can't such a large monastery find a disciple who can go to the battle?"

The crowd gathered around and began to discuss in low voices upon hearing this, some of whom were slandering the monastery and praising the Witch God Cult.

Just when Jiang Wudai and other disciples of the monastery were in a dilemma, an extremely cold voice sounded: "I will meet you..."