C16 Powerful

"Clang!" Wu Ding took out a long blade from his storage bag. The blade glowed with light and it was obviously not of ordinary quality. It was at least better than Li Yi's and Zhao Zilong's weapons.

"Receive my attack!"

With a wave of the spiritual saber in his hand, a fiery red half-moon shaped saber light shot straight at Zhao Zilong.

Zhao Zilong wanted to dodge, but his instincts told him that it would be even more troublesome if he dodged. Since he couldn't dodge, he could only block it head-on.

"Little Yi said that the strongest part is the weakest part. Let's give it a try!"

With a stamp of his feet, the spirit spear in his hand pierced out from under the ribs and directly hit the strongest point of the saber light.

"Bang!" The blade light was shattered, Zhao Zilong's arm was also shocked numb.

"This guy, what a strong force!"

Zhao Zilong's heart tightened. Just a casual move from Wu Dai had already numbed his arm. This guy's skill was obviously higher than his. It seemed he couldn't go head on against him!

"This kid, his eyesight is really sharp!" Wu Ding's expression also turned serious. The [Qi Blade Slash] just now seemed to be a casual move, but in fact, it was one of his ace attacks. If one could not see through his [Qi Blade Slash], then the blade light would split into three under the control of his spiritual sense, causing his opponent to be caught off guard.

Even if they didn't dodge, few people would be able to tell that the strongest point was the weakest point. However, Zhao Zilong had done it. One could not help but be shocked.

"Interesting! Again! "

With a loud shout, Wu Ding brandished his blade and the spirit saber in his hand swiftly danced.

"Spirit Saber Technique, Berserk Flame Dance!"

One after another, fireballs were formed from the sword lights and shot towards Zhao Zilong.

"Rainstorm Madman!" Zhao Zilong did not dare underestimate him, the spirit spear in his hand produced a dozen spear shadows, they blocked so tightly that even the wind could not pass through, the tip of the spear kept hitting the incoming fireball, the spear light from the tip directly sliced the fireball into pieces, turning it into fire spirit energy and dissipating in the air.

"Stop with the ranged attacks. It doesn't seem like Hua Li will be of any use. Take out your true abilities and let's have a good fight!"

From the moment he broke the first fireball, Zhao Zilong found out that the fireballs were only large in number and seemed to be very strong, but they were actually as brittle as a bubble. Compared to the real fireball technique of a cultivator, it was not a small difference and it seemed like this was a self-created fireball.

"Bastard!"

Zhao Zilong's guess was right, this berserk fireball was indeed self-created. The original intent was to create a powerful killing move combining both martial arts and immortal arts, but it was a pity that it was lacking in cultivation. It looked quite frightening, but the power of each small fireball was not that great.

Wu Ding also saw that these moves were effective against ordinary cultivators, but were completely useless against martial cultivators like Zhao Zilong. He no longer made a fool of himself and instead drew his saber to fight Zhao Zilong.

The more Zhao Zilong fought, the more excited he became, but the more Wu Dai fought, the more shocked he became.

He had been dominating the martial arts for dozens of years and had finally entered the martial way. He thought that he had reached the peak of martial arts and that he was unrivalled among his peers. Yet now, he couldn't even take a punk!

How preposterous!

"Tyrant's Blade!" Wu Ding was enraged and directly used his most powerful ace attack. The spirit saber in his hand turned into a fierce gust of wind as it slashed towards Zhao Zilong.

"Good job, you dare to rule the world!"

Zhao Zilong was a bit ruthless. Seeing that he could not dodge this move, he decided not to dodge it. The spear shadows turned into a protective layer of Qi that shot towards Wu Ding's face.

"This is bad!" Li Yi's heart skipped a beat. This was clearly a battle in which both sides were injured. Without thinking too much, he stepped forward and jumped between the two of them.

"Taiji Sword, Discarding Character Formula!" Tai Chi Sword, Shaking Character Formula! "

The spirit sword in his hand split into two as the 'Unlocking Character Formula' reduced the power of Zhao Zilong's spear and repelled the 'Shock Character Formula'. However, Li Yi was not in a good mood. At the same time, he was also dealing with the ultimate attacks of two experts. Even if it was him, he wouldn't be able to deal with it so easily.

With great difficulty, Li Yi managed to calm himself down and said: "Senior Martial Brother Wu's cultivation is high, Li Yi is impressed. If you and Zi Long continue fighting, it will be difficult for you to win, so let me take over the following battle! "To be fair, Martial Brother Wu can rest for a while and recover his Fa Li."

Then he gave Zhao Zilong a look.

Zhao Zilong's excitement had passed, and when he thought of the thrilling scene from before, he felt some lingering fear. His Immortal battle form had yet to fully awaken, and if Li Yi had not interfered, Wu Zilong would have been seriously injured.

Seeing Li Yi's signal, Zhao Zilong cupped his hands together and said, "Little Yi is right. Senior Martial Brother Wu is very strong, and Zi Long is impressed. If we continue fighting, it will be difficult to determine the victor. Xiao Yi is more powerful than me, so I will let him compete with Senior Martial Brother Wu. "

With that, he gave Li Yi a "Go!" look, turned around, and left the field in large strides.

Wu Ding did not refuse and directly consumed a pill. He sat cross-legged and circulated his mana to recover, and from the previous exchange, it could be seen that Li Yi was a formidable opponent, even stronger than Zhao Zilong. If he did not recover to his peak state, he had no chance of winning!

Ten minutes later, Wu Ding's Fa Li recovered and he stood up. Li Yi also opened his eyes, a sharp light flashing in his eyes.

"Please enlighten me!"

Li Yi swung the sword, displaying the Taiji Sword Art's starting position.

"Humph!"

Wu Ding didn't say anything. He coldly snorted and infused his Fa Li into his Spirit Sword. He swept up a burst of blade light and attacked Li Yi.

"Good job!"

Li Yi swung the spirit sword in his hand, sending out a circle after circle of light. The moment Wu Dingdang's saber light touched the circle, it disappeared without a trace like the spring sun. If one looked closely, they would notice that these circles were like water circles, causing a great deal of resistance to the blade.

"Good boy!" "His perception is not bad, and he is now trying to integrate immortal techniques into his martial arts."

Zhou Tong's eyes lit up. Li Yi's sword technique clearly had the characteristics of the [Water Bind Technique]. Although it was not perfect, it was still in its initial form. Moreover, this brat actually used him in the battle. Although he was a bit bold, but it couldn't be denied that fighting was the best way to improve his self-created skills.

In fact, the restraining force of the saber was getting stronger and stronger!

After he had entered the Dao through martial arts, he had activated the Fire Spirit Root system. But because he had the Houtian realm spirit root, it was completely incomparable to a Xiantian realm single spirit root. Now, he was completely suppressed by Zhou Tong's Tai Chi Water Sword, and there was nothing he could do.

"I don't want to fight anymore, I admit defeat!"

Wu Dingdang jumped out of the circle of battle and kept the spirit sabre into his storage bag.

There was no way to fight him, even ranged attacks were useless against Zhao Zilong, not to mention Li Yi, who was stronger than Zhao Zilong. In terms of techniques, he had been completely countered, and was unable to unleash his own fire spirit energy, so in this short period of time, the majority of the Fa Li in his body was gone.

Since Wu Ding had already admitted defeat, Li Yi didn't say anything more. He withdrew the spirit sword in his hand and said, "I'll concede." He looked around at everyone and asked, "Is there anyone else that has been taught by senior brother or sister?"

Giving me pointers? Giving me poop!

Everyone was cursing in their hearts. If even the strongest cultivator at the 8th level of the Refinement Stage was toyed with by you, then who would still dare to give him any pointers? Who would still dare to give him any pointers?

Who knew what the bottom line of this brat was? It would probably be difficult for him to take down someone who was not at the Foundation Establishment stage. If he went up on impulse, winning would only be bullying the weak, losing would be even more humiliating!

Although the Foundation Establishment and above disciples were unwilling, there was nothing they could do. They couldn't possibly rush up to him. If that really happened, then Zhou Tong would instantly suppress them. Their Master hadn't said anything!

As a result, everyone looked at their noses, noses, mouths, and hearts, as if they were old monks in meditation.

No one came to welcome them. Li Yi chuckled and walked back to Zhou Tong's side. He exchanged a smile with Zhao Zilong.

"Good!" Good! Good! Worthy of being my, Zhou Tong's, disciple, just not the same! "Hahaha!"

Zhou Tong was overjoyed. Both of his disciples had been fighting so hard, and Li Yi had even made those below the eighth level of Qi Training become cowards. This was too embarrassing!

In contrast, Sun Ran's complexion was much more wonderful. It was a burst of red, a burst of white, and he was so embarrassed that he was flustered!

Previously, he had questioned the strength of Zhou Tong's two disciples and mocked them. But in the end, they had forcefully attacked and had caused them to collectively lose their voices. They had truly lost all face for their grandma!

If not for the sect head coming out of seclusion today, he would have already left!

"Senior apprentice-brothers are lucky, the two of you have great skills!" Junior Brother, these unfilial disciples have been taught a lesson today! "

With an ashen face, Sun Ran closed his eyes and didn't speak. Zhou Tong also didn't bother with him.

The others also had different expressions on their faces. They looked at Sun Ran and his disciples with unconcealed glee and envy in their eyes. When they looked at Li Yi and Zhao Zilong, there was no longer any contempt or contempt in their eyes.

It seemed that in this world, strength determined everything. Only by punching could one strike dignity!

Looking at everyone's expressions, Li Yi and Zhao Zilong looked at each other and sighed in their hearts.

Everyone just waited silently like that for the grand master to come out of seclusion.

"..."

Suddenly, a green aura soared from the peak of the back mountain. A powerful aura instantly enveloped the entire hall before retracting.

"The grand master has come out!"

The entire hall instantly boiled up. All of the disciples were discussing about how far the grand master would go in his closed door training.

"Middle stage of the tribulation, ha! This speed of Ruyan is amazing! " Zhou Tong suddenly began to laugh, muttering to himself.

The voice was not loud, but there were no weaklings in the surroundings, so it was only natural that they could hear it clearly. Immediately, all of them looked at Zhou Tong in surprise.

To be able to accurately see the cultivation of others was at least a small realm higher than them. If Zhou Tong was able to see that the Sovereign had reached the middle stage of the Divine Tribulation Realm, then wouldn't that mean that he himself was at least at the end of the tribulation?

"Elder Senior-apprentice Brother, you are becoming increasingly mysterious. Even though Ruyan is at the middle stage of the Divine Tribulation, I am still unable to see through your cultivation!"

A gentle yet dignified voice rang out. The air in front of everyone rippled, revealing a middle-aged woman wearing a light purple daoist robe.

She was the Misty Pavilion's Sect Master — Leng Ruyan!

"Master!"

Everyone bowed in unison, and Zhou Tong also bent his waist. He then smiled and said, "Sect Master you are still so modest. Your cultivation speed is not much slower than me, Old Zhou!"