The Savage Lady Wants to Kill Me! Reborn on the Path of Cultivation

The spear cut through the air from the ground and landed accurately in Fang Fengcheng's palm, performing an astonishing telekinesis...

As this scene appeared, there were bursts of exclamations from the Hongxing Army. Even Qiu Tieyi, who had rich experience in the martial arts world, was shocked. Such a spectacle was rarely seen in life.

The spear that Fang Fengcheng was holding tightly was surrounded by red light. It was an extraordinary weapon of the best quality. Its quality was so outstanding that it transcended the mortal world and could communicate with the mind of its master. It could not be measured by money.

To refine such a treasure, one needs the superb skills of a four-star refiner, and it takes two years to accomplish.

Although the method of refining top-grade mysterious weapons was contained in the "Emperor's Great Book of Weapons", Duan Tianyang knew very well that with his current skills, it was still difficult for him to reach the level of a four-star weapon refiner, let alone forge a top-grade mysterious weapon of extraordinary quality.

Seeing that the other party had already taken out his weapon, Duan Tianyang didn't have time to think about it. He quickly pulled out the Liucai Knife from his ribs, and completed the armor defense and spirit infusion at the same time.

Since Duan Tianyang had shattered Xuan Bing many times, he knew very well that ordinary high-quality Xuan Bing could not withstand the violent impact of the extreme blade.

Therefore, he took the time to forge this Liu Cai sword himself. Although it was still only of top-grade quality, it was a significant improvement over the Xuan swords he had used before.

Fang Fengcheng, holding the Lieyu Soul-Slaying Spear, stomped his foot on the ground and pounced towards Duan Tianyang like lightning.

The two men were only four or five meters apart, and Fang Fengcheng flew to Duan Tianyang's side.

The long spear in his hand split Huashan with all its force, and suddenly chopped down, aiming straight at Duan Tianyang's head.

Duan Tianyang quickly started to move quickly, moving sideways more than half a meter, cleverly avoiding Fang Fengcheng's heavy spear, and slashed back at the opponent's head with a knife.

Fang Fengcheng put away his gun to block. With a crisp clang, the black sword and the spear collided with each other, sparking a spark.

Fang Fengcheng took a half step back, first retracted the spear, and then swung it out violently.

At this moment, a golden light suddenly burst out from the spear, and countless golden blades condensed around the spear.

As Fang Fengcheng swung his gun outward, dense golden blades flew towards Duan Tianyang like a storm.

Blade that breaks through the air!

Duan Tianyang instantly understood the gold-attribute skill released by his opponent. He leaped back lightly and swung his black sword, releasing a dense storm of sharp blades.

The wind blade and the golden blade clashed fiercely in the air, and the collision sounds were deafening.

However, the golden blade is indestructible, while the wind blade collapses like bubbles at the slightest touch. It often takes a wind blade that is several times larger than the golden blade to barely offset a golden blade.

Although the storm of sharp blades was dense, it seemed so fragile under the sharpness of the golden blades. It collapsed in an instant, leaving only the golden blades in the sky, which continued to roar and chase after Duan Tianyang.

Duan Tianyang was secretly shocked. Fang Fengcheng's cultivation level was far beyond his expectations.

At this critical moment, he gathered all his strength and flew into the air, trying to escape this deadly pursuit.

However, the golden blade seemed to have its own spirit and changed direction in the air, chasing closely.

Duan Tianyang's heart trembled, and he swung his sword in the air again, and a cross slash whizzed out.

But what was shocking was that those golden blades actually gathered in the air and turned into a dazzling golden sword.

This long sword formed by countless golden blades was like a golden lightning that cut through the sky. It easily tore through the wind blade of the cross slash and headed straight for Duan Tianyang's chest.

Amidst the exclamations, Duan Tianyang suddenly realized that what the other party was displaying was not an ordinary air-breaking blade, but his advanced skill - Ten Thousand Blades Returning to the Origin!

It's too late to dodge now...

He gritted his teeth and tried his best to retract the black sword he had swung out, using the blade as a shield to protect his chest.

In an instant, the golden sword and the black knife collided violently, and the loud cracking sound was deafening, like a thunderbolt in a clear sky, shocking everyone.

Under the impact, Duan Tianyang lost control of his body and flew out horizontally like a kite with a broken string.

Seeing this, Fang Fengcheng's body flashed, like an arrow shot from a bow, and he rushed away following Duan Tianyang's falling trajectory.

When Duan Tianyang was about to touch the ground, Fang Fengcheng had already stood firmly on the ground, holding the Lieyu Soul-Slaying Spear, calm and composed.

A sneer appeared on his lips, and he suddenly raised his spear high, pointing it directly at Duan Tianyang's heart, ready to deliver a fatal blow.

Duan Tianyang could see clearly from the air and swiftly swung his sword to meet the attack. In an instant, the Liucai Sword and the Lieyu Soul-Slaying Spear collided violently, making a crisp sound.

However, what was shocking was that the high-grade Liucai knife in his hand was vulnerable and shattered in an instant.

This scene made Duan Tianyang sigh that even the black sword he forged with his own hands seemed so insignificant in front of the top-grade black weapon.

Fang Fengcheng curled up the corner of his mouth in a sneer, as if everything was expected. He quickly fired three shots in a row, aiming directly at Duan Tianyang's vital points.

Duan Tianyang was in the air, unarmed and had no way to escape.

At this critical moment, Duan Tianyang used his unique skill - instant kill.

His figure suddenly disappeared, avoiding the fatal blow like a ghost, and the three shots stabbed into the void in vain.

Looking at Duan Tianyang again, he had quietly appeared behind Fang Fengcheng, and his fists were wrapped in fierce force, hitting the opponent accurately and without error.

With a loud bang, Fang Fengcheng was knocked to the ground by this huge force, and dust flew everywhere.

Before Fang Fengcheng could stand up, Duan Tianyang suddenly leaned over and his fists rained down on his head continuously and accurately.

Snap, snap, snap, each blow was accompanied by a tremor in the ground, which created a big hole in the ground under Fang Fengcheng's head.

Just as Duan Tianyang was about to take advantage of the victory and pursue the enemy, Fang Fengcheng, who was lying on the ground, suddenly raised his arm and grasped Duan Tianyang's wrist tightly like an iron clamp, instantly curbing his attack.

Then, he curled up one leg and kicked suddenly, with his toes like sharp arrows, imprinting heavily on Duan Tianyang's chest. With a dull roar, Duan Tianyang felt as if he was hit by a speeding train. He staggered backwards involuntarily and took several steps back before he could stand firm.

Duan Tianyang's previous fierce attack did not cause any damage to Fang Fengcheng's head armor, but Fang Fengcheng's counterattack with just one kick caused cracks all over Duan Tianyang's chest armor...

This sharp contrast is undoubtedly a direct reflection of the difference in their cultivation.

Fang Fengcheng used the force to stand up, gently brushed off the dust on his body, stared at Duan Tianyang with a sharp gaze, and said in a cold and firm voice: "If you want to take my life, you are far from being able to do it!"

After saying that, he took two steps at a time with three steps, and instantly approached Duan Tianyang. With a single fist, he attacked the opponent's face with a fierce force.

Seeing this, Duan Tianyang quickly retreated and put some distance between himself and the other party.

Fang Fengcheng took the opportunity to reach out with one hand and lightly recalled the Fiery Feather Soul-Slaying Spear that had been lost not far away. He held it in his palm and swung it out without waiting for a breath. The golden blades cut through the sky and went straight to Duan Tianyang...