Longevity: Start by practicing the ruthless way

"boom!"

After fighting for hundreds of rounds, both of them retreated.

The heir of the Temple of Martial God had a cold look in his eyes, and no one noticed that he wiped the blood from his neck.

He couldn't calm down. In the previous fight, Gu Chi not only withstood all his attacks, but even had enough strength to fight back, almost cutting off his head.

He used to be invincible, but now he suffered a small loss at the hands of a woman who was at a lower level than him. This result made him frown.

"The young supreme of the Temple of Martial God is no more than this. If this is the limit of your skills, then get ready to die." Gu Chi said forcefully.

The young supreme of the Martial God Hall stared at Gu Chi with cold eyes and said in a low voice, "A useless sect with an extinct heritage dares to speak so shamelessly in front of me!"

He raised his right arm, and blood burst out from his palm. With a clang, a blood-red serrated sword appeared in his hand, emitting a strong and bloody aura.

Gu Chi's eyes were cold. Although he was a latecomer and did not have a deep relationship with Hongmeng Dojo, he still felt a little uncomfortable when he heard the other party say this about his master.

However, before she could respond, the heir of the Temple of Martial God rushed over with a serrated sword that was blooming with red clouds.

Gu Chi swung his spear to meet the attack. The two weapons collided, a phoenix cry sounded, and the serrated sword in the hands of the heir of the Temple of Martial God burst into endless red clouds.

With a light "crack" sound, as soon as the fight began, dozens of clearly visible cracks appeared on the tiger-head spear in Gu Chi's hand, and then it exploded with a "bang".

This was an outcome she had not anticipated, and she was nearly cut in half by the Chixia Divine Sword, the heir of the Temple of the God of War.

She reacted quickly, raised her hands and cast dozens of magic seals to resist, and then took advantage of the momentum to fly backwards into the air, and with a "clang" sound, she sacrificed the wrong jade.

"This is the weapon I forged with the golden silk of autumn silkworms. Come and get it if you have the guts!" Gu Chi stood in the air with the jade in his hand, shining with golden light, and hooked his finger at the other party provocatively.

"Don't worry, this thing belongs to me today!"

The heir of the Temple of Martial God stared at the jade carving in Gu Chi's hand without blinking, looking at the strands of golden silk from autumn silkworms swirling on it, his eyes fiery and wild.

He let out a long roar, and blood-red phoenix feathers appeared on both sides of his body, transforming into a pair of wings. The serrated sword in his hand even brought up a surging red cloud and slashed towards Gu Chi.

Gu Chi did not dodge or evade, but slashed forward with his sword. The two weapons clashed, and the metallic vibrations made many people around them hold their heads and cover their ears, howling in pain. Some monks with lower cultivation levels even had their eardrums ruptured on the spot, and blood gushed out.

The heir of the Temple of Martial God had a cold look in his eyes, and he pressed the Chixia Divine Sword downwards with all his might. Just when the tip of the sword was aimed at Gu Chi's eyebrow, he exerted force again and thrust forward fiercely.

The incomparably sharp sword energy, the enchanting blood-red clouds, accompanied by a large number of densely packed magical runes, intertwined to form a vortex three inches in front of Gu Chi's eyebrows.

But the heir of the Temple of Martial God soon realized that something was wrong. He found that the woman in front of him not only did not have the tension and fear that one should have when facing a life-and-death crisis on her face, but instead had a sly smile on her face.

He had a bad premonition in his heart. Just as he drew his sword to avoid the attack, a fiery golden light burst out from between Gu Chi's eyebrows. The powerful power of his spiritual consciousness condensed into a golden sword, which instantly wiped out all the sword energy and red clouds around it, and pierced straight into his eyebrows.

"Qiang!"

The heir of the Temple of Martial God shook the Chixia Divine Sword in his hand violently, then leaned back, and while avoiding the sharp attack of the divine consciousness, he kicked Cuo Yuqie, knocking Gu Chi back several steps, and he used the force to fly back hundreds of miles.

He had not been out for a long time and did not know much about Gu Chi, so he was not on guard and almost fell into the trap.

"Want to attack my consciousness? Who do you think those people are guarding against when they have a high-level secret treasure placed in their eyebrow spiritual platform?" Gu Chi pointed at all the people watching the battle around him and sneered.

"Is this your strongest trump card? It's nothing more than that." The heir of the Temple of Martial God stood proudly. He didn't expect Gu Chi to have such a terrifying spiritual power, but he was only a little surprised, not frightened.

"Really? Then why are you hiding?" Gu Chi retorted rudely.

Just like that, the two men fought again, one holding a blood-red serrated sword, the other holding a golden jade cutter. Every confrontation and collision was earth-shaking, causing extremely terrible damage on this battlefield.

Fortunately, there is a magic circle operating deep underground in this battlefield, so no matter how badly it is damaged, it is difficult to collapse.

Various divine lights filled the sky, and two figures were entangled with each other like two dragons, fighting for life and death, which made everyone present dazzled.

"Kill him!" Tuoba Cang was waving a big flag vigorously in the distance and cheering for Gu Chi.

The big black dog took out the gong that had not been used for a long time and followed Tuoba Cang, beating it hard with "dong dong dong".

"puff!"

The heir of the Temple of Martial God flew sideways, and a blood flower bloomed on his left shoulder. This time, all the spectators saw it particularly clearly and were all shocked.

"The heir of the Martial God Temple is injured? How is that possible?!"

"No, this definitely isn't the true body of the young Supreme of the Martial God Temple. I heard that he often splits out a Dao body to travel outside, while his true body cultivates the Supreme Heavenly Skill in the forbidden area of ​​the Martial God Temple. This definitely isn't his true body!"

"Yes, this must be the Dao body of the heir of the Martial God Temple. If it was his true body that came in person, how could he be injured by Qianhe?"

Many people spoke out, believing that it was not the true body of the heir of the Temple of the God of War, but a differentiated Taoist body.

On the battlefield, the heir of the Temple of Martial God sprayed a mouthful of blood onto the Red Cloud Sword in his hand. A large piece of red cloud bloomed, and his blood boiled all over his body, as if a sleeping giant suddenly woke up and opened his eyes. His momentum and fighting power broke through the limit in an instant and soared wildly.

"It's the Martial God Temple's Nine Heavenly Martial Transformations!"

An old man whispered. He was an elder in the Holy Spirit Academy and he saw through the methods used by the heir of the Martial God Temple at a glance.

"Nine Transformations of Heavenly Martial Arts, the highest and most unique martial art of the Temple of Martial God, has a total of nine levels. However, from ancient times to the present, there are very few people who can practice this method to perfection. It is said that the current head of the Temple of Martial God has only practiced to the third transformation. I wonder which transformation this young supreme has practiced to." Another elder-level figure of the Holy Spirit Academy also whispered.

On the battlefield ahead, all kinds of divine lights penetrated the sky and the earth, and the terrifying energy fluctuations were like layers of raging waves crashing against the shore, spreading in all directions.

The two figures entangled with each other, and various magical skills and killing techniques emerged one after another, making all the spectators around them dazzled and finding it difficult to keep up with their speed.