The Holy City of the Last Days

Under this terrifying sword, Yu Chentian's attack was quickly defeated, and the unstoppable sword energy reached his vital point.

"It's not that easy to defeat me."

"Blood Ice!"

Yu Chentian stepped on his foot, and a blood-red ice wall appeared to directly block the blazing power of the sword energy. As long as the caster did not die, the ice wall would not dissipate.

"Crack!"

In the end, this power dissipated, and the ice wall shattered at any time. Strictly speaking, Li Yaoyang did not continue to increase this power. Otherwise, Yu Chentian had to defeat it with force, otherwise the attack would not have been possible.

"I blocked your sword technique!"

Yu Chentian looked at Zeng Yiming in a bad state, his eyes full of unyielding fighting spirit.

But Li Yaoyang's side wasn't very good, as if there was something he didn't know whether to say or not.

"Do you still have your sword yet?"

Yu Chentian saw this guy's embarrassment. Although this guy covered up his appearance, his hesitant movements could not be concealed.

"There is still a sword."

"How is this possible with a sword?"

Li Qianye was the first to be shocked. There are three moves in the Golden Crow Sword Technique. This guy created his own move and he knew it. However, Zeng Yiming used the Golden Crow Sword Technique against the enemy and did not use that move. How could there be another move in the Golden Crow Sword Technique? tactic.

"Is there another move? Come on then! I can still bear it."

As he spoke, Yuchentian began to surge in strength again, but the price he paid after it ended was huge.

"You can't bear it."

Li Yaoyang shook his head. Although he had never used that sword before, its power was terrifying. This sword technique probably could not be divided into levels.

"How do you know if you don't try?"

Yu Chentian became even more excited when he heard this. He didn't care about the injuries on his body and signaled Zeng Yiming to draw his sword.

Now it was Li Yaoyang's turn to be in trouble. Yu Chentian's status was high among the Hanyue Sect, and it would be really troublesome if he failed.

"You don't have to worry about it, kid. If you can't do it as a disciple, you still have me as a master. We, master and disciple, are here to pick up your sword."

At this moment, a man appeared. The ice in his body was much heavier than Yu Chentian's ninth level cultivation level.

"Master!"

When Yu Chentian saw the visitor, he immediately saluted.

"You are a rebellious disciple and you don't even call me a teacher even if you fight. Look at how embarrassed you are. Don't call me my disciple when you go out in the future."

The man simply gave him a scolding. The young master who looked nothing like Yu Chentian looked more like a brother.

"Don't worry about it, kid. Quickly use your sword. I'm just going to see how much potential the legendary genius has."

Master Yuchentian is already a little impatient.

"Senior, this..."

Li Yaoyang hesitated. If a ninth-level expert fights, the Hanyue Sect may not be able to be saved. Then his cheap master must not get angry.

"You are chirping like a girl. If anything happens, I will stop you. Quickly draw your sword."

After speaking, Master Yuchentian summoned a spear that was as transparent as ice and appeared. The spear released a burst of extreme cold that made the surrounding area freeze.

"Senior, you are offended, Golden Crow Sword Technique, Golden Crow Divine Gathering!"

Twenty rounds of scorching suns appeared and merged into one, then exploded and turned into energy and began to gather again. This time it did not gather into blazing suns but transformed into creatures. A three-legged golden crow shadow continued to solidify and fanned the fire feathers.

Coupled with the blessing of the Death Sword Intention, the Golden Crow seems to be sending its final condolences to the world.

"Seventy percent sword intent!"

Master Yuchentian's pupils were also shocked. That was [-]% sword intent. He had never seen anyone master it.

It is said that Li Yaoyang, the man from the ruins of the Northern Holy City, has mastered [-]% of the sword intent, but he doesn't know what level he has reached now.

"Ten thousand ice dragon heads!"

Master Yuchentian was not to be outdone, and kicked Yuchentian away with a kick. His intention was also released from the spear, and snow began to fall in the sky. Ice dragons appeared in sight one after another. Then they entangled themselves and killed towards the Golden Crow in the sky.

"boom!"

The two forces collided and made a huge explosion, and the entire Hanyue Gate shook more obviously.

The elders of Hanyue Sect also rushed here just in time to see this scene.

"What's going on? Why are Zeng Yiming and Elder Lin Heng fighting together?"

Seeing that the two men were fighting equally, the elder of Hanyue Sect was shocked. Knowing that Elder Lin Heng had the best fighting ability among the elders, only the leader could crush him.

Doesn't this mean that Zeng Yiming can compete with any elder except the leader? It's a bit unbelievable that that kid has just broken through the eighth level. He has such fighting power.

"Lin Heng, I'll fuck you!"

When Yu Chentian saw such a fight without him, he didn't care whether it was his master or not and he cursed loudly.

Eventually the two forces began to repel each other.

"No! If this explodes, the entire Hanyue Sect will be affected. Let's take action together."

Seeing this, the elders of Hanyue Sect worked together to prop up the barrier to minimize the damage.

When the terrifying power dissipated, both of them were immediately in a state of embarrassment. Master Yuchentian had an extremely terrifying sword mark on his body, and Li Yaoyang also had a hole in his chest that was just shy of his heart.

"Thirty percent Ice Spear Intent!"

Li Yaoyang looked at Master Yuchentian. This was the first time he saw an opponent who had understood the spear intent. It was really scary. If he hadn't comprehended [-]% of the sword intent, he might not have been able to kill him with a sword with his eighth level strength.

"Hahaha! Boy, this battle is so exciting. If you are at the same level, I am no match for you. Not to mention that your sword intent is really terrifying. I feel like you are constantly depriving me of my life."

Lin Heng still recognized Zeng Yiming very much. There was nothing to say about his talent. As for his character, judging from his disciple, it was natural for him to believe that the two of them were just competing against each other.

"Senior is so complimentary, I have to show mercy to you."

Li Yaoyang is not too proud. It can be felt that Master Yuchentian did not use all his strength. This attack may not be at its peak power.

"Don't say such polite words. Your sword skills are not good enough. If you reach the level of perfection, I may not be able to defeat your Golden Crow Shadow with this move. I say you can do it, you can do it."

"Sir, Lin Heng, why did you kick me away just now!"

Yu Chentian walked over, his eyes almost cannibalistic.

"Why did you kick you away? Don't you have any idea in your heart? Your master and I were both slashed with this sword. You are here to be my master. It's for your own good."

Lin Heng said Lin Yi had a reason that Yu Chentian could not refute.

"I love you, uncle!"

Yuchentian didn't accept this reason. The master and apprentice looked like living treasures and started to quarrel. There was still a bit of a master-disciple look there.

"What exactly happened here, Elder Lin?"

After blocking the pressure of the two men fighting, several elders also came over and asked.