Volume 2: The Demonic World Chapter 607: Battle of Tianxin
Facing the attack, Tu Zheng opened his mouth and spit out golden dragon essence, which collided with Tu Fan's sword intent.
Suddenly, with the two as the center, the area within hundreds of thousands of miles was affected, and the other monks who were nearby quickly evacuated from their attack range.
After one strike, Tu Zheng transformed into a golden dragon that was ten thousand feet long, and his majestic dragon power overwhelmed everyone in the surroundings.
This is the innate magical power of being a dragon-like divine beast.
On the other side, Tufan was not to be outdone. With a clear sound of sword, the sword energy around her soared into the sky, almost breaking the sky.
The battle between the two sides was about to break out, and the next moment, the sword blade fell on Tu Zheng's dragon claw.
While parrying the attack, Tu Zheng also opened his mouth and sprayed out his own dragon essence, hitting Tu Fan.
Tufan released countless sword energies from his body, blocking the dragon essence.
For a while, the two sides were evenly matched.
Dragons did not actually exist in this world. However, with the revival of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, certain things in myths and legends gradually became reality through faith and turned into real species.
Therefore, the dragon's combat power is naturally quite strong.
The body is strong, the scales can block the magic weapons, the claws can destroy everything. The dragon essence contains all the essence, and when it falls, it has the power to cause the sky to collapse and the earth to split. It can also create clouds and mist, change size, and control the flow of water.
Whether it is long-range attack, close combat or spell casting, it has almost no shortcomings.
Such an existence seems perfect without any flaws.
At the beginning, Tufan was just a sword blade made by Lin Qianxing using ordinary iron.
It was only during the subsequent nurturing that it gradually shed its mortal body and transformed into such a magical weapon.
The power of a magic weapon often depends on its owner.
If she were in Lin Qianxing's hands, even the weapons containing the might of the Great Dao in the hands of those great saints might not be able to compare with her.
But if she were alone, her strength would be greatly reduced.
Crash!
At some point, huge waves had gathered.
Rumble~!
Above the huge wave, Tu Zheng gathered thunderclouds, which were ready to kill Tu Fan with one blow with boundless power.
Faced with the oncoming sea and thunderclouds, Tufan did not retreat at all.
Just like when Lin Qianxing faced the rushing flood and the yellow dragon that stretched for hundreds of miles with his half-step into the Tao, Tufan also slowly raised his right arm like Lin Qianxing did.
In her palm, the shadow of a sword appeared faintly.
That was the manifestation of the swordsmanship that Lin Qianxing instilled in her.
Just as Lin Qianxing lightly chopped down the sword in his hand, she also lightly dropped the shadow of the magic sword in her hand.
Wow!
The sea was split straight into two halves, the thunderclouds all dissipated, and there was no longer any sign of life on the entire island.
When facing ordinary opponents, Ti Fan usually does not kill them.
But the karma covering his entire body is so numerous that it is visible to the naked eye, and no one knows how many sins of killing this dragon has committed.
In other words, relying on his profound cultivation and not incurring divine punishment, how can such a being be qualified to become a saint?
But it is not entirely correct to say that it did not bring about divine punishment.
After all, he was unlucky this time and ran into Tifan as soon as he arrived.
If he had done good deeds, how could he be so unlucky?
After killing Tu Zheng, Tu Fan also gained the blessing of heaven, and his aura increased by another three points.
Killing this dragon would bring more improvement than defeating dozens of ordinary masters.
Tuifan continued to search for his target with all his strength.
After that, Tufan rarely encountered any masters who could fight with her for hundreds of rounds.
Because those masters were saving their energy and intentionally avoiding confrontation with strong people at the same level as them, they seemed to have reached a tacit understanding to eliminate those weak Nayue Realm monks first.
Those relatively weaker Nayue Realm cultivators had no way to deal with this situation.
Even if they united, they would not be qualified to contend with these powerful men.
Any one of these people, if placed in the past battles for the sainthood, might have had the possibility of becoming a saint.
But they appear in large numbers nowadays.
Being born in the same era as them can only be considered extremely unlucky.
After an unknown amount of time, only ninety-eight geniuses were left in the field.
The auras of them are similar, and they can be considered to be on the same level.
These people all have the potential to become saints. In the past, only two or three such geniuses would appear every million years.
Now there are ninety-eight people here who have the potential to become saints.
I have to say that this last holy position is indeed very valuable.
After looking at each other, these people found their opponents at the same time and started a new round of fighting.
Everyone wants to be the first to determine the outcome and accumulate winning momentum.
Because the faster you win, the more likely you are to quickly reach the top and attain sainthood.
The person in front of Tufan was an old man with gray hair.
His name was Hong Gang, and he was a cultivator of the human race who had lived for more than a million years.
Of course, most of the time he used secret methods to conceal his breath and reduce the consumption of his lifespan to survive.
And his purpose is very simple, he just wants to live to this day and fight for this holy position.
In fact, this is not his first time to fight for the holy throne.
This is the fifth time.
He has survived for more than five million years and can be called a living fossil.
In every session, he would meet an unparalleled genius.
In each session, he could only choose to temporarily avoid the limelight.
In the process of avoiding, he gradually went from being full of vigor and vitality to becoming old.
Until this last time, he had to fight.
Because he had no other choice.
If you avoid it this time, there won’t be a next time.
And he won't live that long.
Facing Tufan, Honggang raised his hand and transformed a huge mountain that covered the sky and the sun, and smashed it down fiercely.
Tufan's sharp sword intent rose up, splitting the mountain with one sword, and the sword's force did not decrease as it fell towards Honggang.
Hong Gang was slightly startled, and he stopped trying. All kinds of magical weapons flew out from his body, and he quickly fought with Ti Fan.
He is worthy of being an old antique who has lived for more than five million years. He has many tricks up his sleeve. If he were put in an ordinary fight for the sainthood, he might not be without a chance.
Unfortunately, what he is facing now is Tufan.
Tufan lived much longer than Honggang, but she did not have as many complicated methods as Honggang. She only had a sword.
This sword broke Hong Gang's magic weapons and his supernatural powers one by one.
Finally, Hong Gang no longer had any magic weapon to use.
He has been pushed to the end.
By now, his life span had long been exhausted, and this time, he had no way out.
He recalled that he once thought he was already a genius among geniuses, but in every competition for the sainthood, he would encounter a peerless being who was more talented than him.
At that time, relying on his secret skills, he thought of taking a step back and leaving it to future generations.
But this retreat caused them to lose their edge.
He retreated again and again, dodged again and again.
In the end, he was forced to pursue sainthood in this cruelest era.
He asked himself, if he had chosen to fight to the end that time, would he really have no chance of success?
Hong Gang's aura suddenly rose, and his appearance changed from old to young.
In this strike, he will burn everything, give it his all, and show himself.
Whether he wins or loses, he will perish.
"There is no way to retreat, so there is no need to retreat." Hong Gang murmured.
Not only did he not retreat, but he also gathered his strength to move forward and make a final charge.
Boom~!
A million-foot-long Taoist image appeared, and Hong Gang actually took another path of cultivation that was mainly spiritual.
Faced with this attack, Tufan couldn't help but feel surprised.
She originally thought that Hong Gang was just a cultivator who had lost his will to fight and was extremely dependent on external objects, but she didn't expect that after being pushed to the extreme, he would have the courage to abandon everything and sublimate such a brilliant attack.
Just based on this one strike, Tai Fan also recognized the cultivator in front of him.
"Cang Shen Strike!!"
With a loud shout, the million-foot-long statue gathered all its energy and punched out.
In an instant, the space also shook.
This attack has locked the cause and effect and solidified space. Tufan cannot avoid it. She has only one choice, which is to break it with a more powerful sword move.
Tufan's body changed and suddenly turned into a sword.
A sword with an ordinary appearance.
Three-foot green blade, silver-white hilt.
Even if this sword is placed among ordinary people , it may not be considered excellent.
But because it was lucky enough to follow the right person, it became the best sword in the world.
A human figure in white appeared at the hilt of the sword.
That was the projection of Lin Qianxing who had evolved from a mortal.
Only in his hands, Tufan becomes the peerless sword that can destroy everything with one strike.
However, facing the attack from the giant Taoist image that was a million feet tall, the phantom looked extremely calm.
Because he should be like this, there is nothing in this world that he should be afraid of.
The Tuimian Sword was raised and stabbed head-on at the statue's fist.
The sword and the fist collided, and the rules of the Tao also collided with each other.
Waves of aftermath spread out, annihilating everything.
After a while, the shadow of the Taoist image dissipated, and the magic sword returned to its mortal form.
After all, the truth of Tufan is superior.
Hong Gang glanced at Tuifan and smiled happily. He could no longer maintain his body shape and disintegrated into countless particles and disappeared into the void.
There was a hint of emotion in Tufan's eyes.
This cultivator had too many distracting thoughts in his mind before. Otherwise, with his talent, he would not have had to wait until now to display such amazing fighting power.
The next moment, Tufan started fighting with a new genius.
This is a monk from a foreign race.
Her name is Liuxia. Her body is a ray of colorful clouds. She was nourished by spiritual energy and conceived a divine fetus, thus being born.
She was born holy and started out as a monk.
In less than ten thousand years, she had reached the pinnacle and achieved the Na Yue realm.
But she was not satisfied with it.
She felt that it was not a good thing for the road to be too smooth and lack of setbacks.
So she cut off her own cultivation, destroyed her divine body, and started over again as a mortal.
This time, she went through a lot of hardships and it took her more than 200,000 years to return to the peak.
Having completed the path of cultivation, her path has been fulfilled.
Liuxia's body turned into a ray of light and disappeared from Tufan's sight in an instant.
That is a speed of escape that is even faster than flowing light.
The space couldn't capture her figure.
In an instant, the rays of light transformed from the flowing clouds had crossed millions of miles and appeared in front of Tufan.
