My eight sisters are the only ones who dote on me, and they are all crazy about supporting their you

"Damn you brat!"

Leng Qianfan angrily sprang up and punched the oncoming flying sword.

He then activated his spiritual power and flicked his sleeve, but to his surprise...

The ash flames clinging to the robes were unlike ordinary fire; they could actually burn away the power of laws and the protective spiritual energy!

"How can this kid's natal spirit fire be so strange?"

Leng Qianfan's blood essence surged forth, forcefully extinguishing the Chaos Fire.

Swish! !

The golden crow slashed at his throat, but was blocked by the blood shield at the critical moment.

Leng Qianfan suddenly looked up, his pupils reflecting a massive, mountain-like seal that blotted out the sky.

The void laws emanating from the spiritual seal were like countless chains binding him, sealing off the space around him and making his movements extremely slow.

Wang Xiaoke lowered his eyes, held the Xuanling Great Seal in his hand, and slammed it down heavily on his head, the immense force like Mount Ling hanging upside down and crashing down.

"This guy is a real freak!" Leng Qianfan's resolve was incredibly strong.

Even so, he couldn't help but break down and yell.

Sensing the overwhelming force, he extended his palm and unleashed the Blood Path Domain.

Eighty-one blood spears appeared and shot towards the great seal.

The entire space trembled.

The Xuanling Seal flickered between light and darkness, and for a moment the two forces were evenly matched.

Wang Xiaoke leaped into the air, raised his fingertips, and instantly the weather changed drastically. The air crackled and exploded, and countless lightning arcs turned into pools of lightning.

"To draw lightning."

A giant, lightning-fast finger solidified rapidly, carrying a destructive force as it hurtled towards the spirit seal.

boom!

A blood-stained spear shattered.

bang bang bang...

All eighty blood spears were shattered by the spirit seal. Leng Qianfan's pupils shrank, and he hurriedly activated his domain to defend.

Boom——

The echoes reverberated through the mountains as Bai Ming gazed at the battlefield, her beautiful eyes slightly narrowed.

An entire green peak was shattered by the lightning, and the vegetation was scorched black by the thunder. If this had happened in a city, it would have destroyed several squares.

"Hehe, as expected of my good disciple!" Wu Tu's expression was smug and arrogant.

It is said that the apprentice is the face of the master, so he has something to brag about.

"Are you his master?" Ye Xiao stared dangerously at the white-bearded old Taoist.

"That's right, he is my personal disciple. He inherited all his talents from me. Can't you see that at all?"

Ye Xiao hissed. Could this guy really teach a sword prodigy?

From this perspective, the old man's swordsmanship is even more profound and unfathomable.

Could he be a master swordsman?

"Both master and disciple are equally arrogant. Don't underestimate this elder. Draw your swords!"

Wu Tu: "???"

Swords? Where would he get swords? If you want, you can give him a couple to play with.

Ye Xiao's expression was somewhat gloomy. The Nine Yang Golden Slip trembled, and an ancient character shone brightly. The sound of horses' hooves and cold blades being drawn echoed in the void.

"Array!"

An extraordinary phenomenon appeared: 100,000 divine soldiers rode in on warhorses, forming a ten-directional battle formation. Their soaring, defiant momentum seemed capable of tearing the heavens apart.

"So they're getting serious now?" Wu Tu's smile vanished, and the thirty-three array diagrams on the dome began to spin rapidly.

What's most striking about him are his eyes.

His left eye was as deep as an ancient star, and his right eye was as clear as the rising sun. As the Dao principles were in motion, Yin and Yang energies rose up.

"The Great Unity Dao Integration Technique!"

The instant Wu Tu made the finger snap, the yin and yang energies merged and combined in his palm.

A wisp of pale purple air floated by, looking simple and unadorned.

But what Ye Xiao saw made his face turn solemn.

"kill!!!"

One hundred thousand divine soldiers roared and charged forward, brandishing their weapons.

These soldiers are not strong individually, but when combined into a battle formation of 100,000, their power is increased a hundredfold!

Without a doubt, any powerful figure from the Daoist tradition would be hacked to pieces if they came here.

"go with!"

In the blink of an eye, purple energy burst forth, causing the space along its path to sway and collapse as if it could not bear the weight of the gas.

The moment they made contact with the battle formation, ten thousand horses neighed, and the condensed black tiger phantom opened its mouth to swallow the purple energy, glaring fiercely as it charged toward Wu Tu.

suddenly.

The black tiger phantom was pierced, and the yin-yang purple energy rushed straight into the "array" technique.

All the soldiers and armor along the way were annihilated, and then the sword clashed violently with the character for "soldier".

Ye Xiao squinted.

The purple aura seemed light and airy, but you only realized its weight when you touched it.

The character "阵" (array) flickered in and out of focus, its immense energy causing the void to collapse.

The two were suppressed by the Heavenly Dao, and their strength surpassed that of ordinary half-saints.

The shockwaves caused by the battle affected an area of ​​hundreds of miles around.

Kaka-

The character "阵" (zhèn) is broken.

With a loud bang, a dark gap several meters wide was blasted open in the space.

The two used their supernatural powers to disappear into the chaotic void, and the 100,000 troops vanished along with them.

"Come again!"

The night flute stirred the Daoist rhythm, and the golden slip once again revealed three ancient characters.

"Approach!" "Soldiers!" "Fight!"

Without hesitation, Wu Tu's array above his head lit up.

The thirty-three layers of the Tai Chi diagram burst forth with thirty-three magical treasures.

The "Soldier" technique shone brightly, and tens of thousands of weapons appeared. The clash between these magical treasures shook the entire Kunlun Secret Realm.

Countless rocks and vegetation crumbled into dust under the immense and terrifying divine power of the half-god.

"The Greatsword of Sumeru!"

Mo Shenyuan unleashed a furious attack, his unparalleled sword power hurtling straight towards the Third Elder.

The sword energy soaring three hundred feet into the sky was a sight that resembled the end of the world.

"Nine Heavens of Icefall!" The Third Elder clenched his left hand, and the ice hammer expanded hundreds of times, the burst of cold air freezing the surrounding space.

A strong wind was blowing nearby, and the earth seemed to be turning over and spreading outwards like an earthen dragon.

"Is this... the power of a battle between half-step Nascent Soul cultivators?"

The Chinese cultivators stared in disbelief at the battlefield in all directions.

"Hiss... Such terrifying fluctuations... This... Anyone who gets close will be accidentally killed..."

Han Daoren's side was locked in a stalemate, with neither side able to gain the upper hand for the time being.

As for the patriarchs of the Nangong and Ji families, they found it extremely difficult to deal with even one Grand Secretary.

Judging from their injuries and breathing, it was clear that they were at a disadvantage.

The difference in the laws is not something that can be compared to a small realm.

"I underestimated you. You actually managed to hurt this old man!"

Lan Tu crawled out of the mountain crevice, shaking off the dust from his robes, and leaped into the air, causing the ground to crack and cave in for several meters.

He flew to be level with Wang Xiaoke, and his sword wounds slowly healed.

"Damn it!"

Leng Qianfan stood up from the ruins. His blood-stained armor was cracked and his body was charred black. He no longer had the dignified demeanor of an elder of the Immortal Sect.

Wang Xiaoke summoned back the Xuanling Seal, and the Golden Crow and hundreds of spirit swords circled around him, their sharpness fully revealed. He stood in the void, clad in golden armor.

"I've changed my mind." Leng Qianfan wiped the crimson from the corner of his mouth and said venomously, "Today I will skin you alive, tear your soul out and use it to light lamps, so you will never be reincarnated!"

It was so embarrassing; he hadn't felt this humiliated in thousands of years.

"What's the use of just talking big? If you're really capable, then suppress me first."

Wang Xiaoke tossed out a spirit stone, his sword fingers slid across the surface, and countless runes flowed around him, making him appear exceptionally handsome.

A single thought can create an array.

As the two were surprised, they were surrounded by a manifested fourth-order array.

"A formation master?" Lan Tu was taken aback.

"How long can such a small formation hold me back?"

"Three breaths are enough."

Wang Xiaoke stood in the void, and another powerful sword intent emanated from his body.

"Tai Xuan Sword Technique".

Behind him, a phantom figure gripped the void, condensing the laws of the void into a greatsword.

Wang Xiaoke grinned, raised his sword and slashed, while the figures behind him simultaneously drew their swords.

"Sever Yin and Yang!"

Leng Qianfan sensed the danger and threw a punch at the fourth-order formation.

Lan Tu unleashed a palm strike, and the corrupting laws tore a large hole in the restrictive array.

The sky and earth changed color, and the sword's light was dazzling and eye-catching, as if it wanted to devour both of them.

"The Blood God's Shelter!"

"Great Wilderness Wrathful Heaven Palm!"

The two shouted angrily, and a pale red protective shield and a withered palm print appeared.

boom!

The collision and attrition of the three great principles made Leng Qianfan increasingly alarmed.

"Such powerful sword techniques!" Lan Tu thought with suspicion.

This sword technique is probably above the Earth Rank, a Heaven Rank martial skill.

When the situation is deadlocked.

The blonde woman held an umbrella in one hand, silently reciting a spell with her thin lips.

"The Call of Light".

Runes lit up beneath Leng Qianfan's feet, and in the blink of an eye, he and Lan Tu disappeared.

Rumbling--

The sword energy stretched for over a hundred miles, cleaving mountains and rivers, leaving traces in the void, and creating a bottomless ravine on the earth.

Wang Xiaoke exhaled and turned to look at the woman holding the umbrella.

Beside her, two senior officials were glaring at her resentfully.

Aren't you going to watch the play?

"I should have told you to come all three of you together earlier, but I'm still quite curious."

Wang Xiaoke stared at her face, puzzled, and asked:

"The lifespan of an ordinary half-step Nascent Soul cultivator is only a little over a thousand years."

"The Papacy has been established for two thousand years, how come you haven't passed away yet?"

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