Chapter 313: 41: Rebirth Realm Divine Skills, Expansion and Upgrade of the Small World, The Disturbed Black Dragon_2
Translator: 549690339
Yang Biao leaped down from a pine tree, sneering, “Do you think by siding with the Devil Sect you can confront Yan Country? How thoughtless. Do you really think you Western State demon monks can compare to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?”
Meanwhile.
Zhao Huai, wielding three flying swords, had already shattered the fifth magical weapon.
The disciples from the Devil Sect in front of him dared not use their magical weapons anymore, because once they did, they would be cut in half by that black long sword.
This method was too cunning.
They were not wealthy, getting a suitable magical weapon was already able to deplete most of their wealth, and their hearts ached when they were cut in half.
Without the support of magical weapons, Zhao Huai felt even more relaxed facing a group of cultivators in the Golden Core Realm.
“Whoosh!”
As the light of the sword flickered, the dark green immortal sword was like a white rainbow passing by, its point aiming at throats.
A disciple of the Devil Sect fell from the sky.
Immediately following, Zhao Huai stepped onto the returning dark green flying sword and quickly threw out the black long sword, its black light seizing souls, aiming to kill a rather attractive female disciple.
The female disciple of the Devil Sect’s pupils shrank, and she was terrified. She hurriedly swung out a cloud-patterned long whip, hoping to bind the flying sword before her.
But the sturdy long whip was cut open by the black long sword, and she was pinned by the flying sword onto a rock on the waterfall mountain cliff, with blood continuing to flow from the corner of her mouth.Nêww chapters will be fully updated at novelhall.com
“Help...”
She murmured weakly, asking for help from other disciples, only to hear a “clang,” and unfortunately, a new blood mark appeared on her white neck.
Zhao Huai raised his hand to catch, and the red rusty sword fell into his hand. He glanced at the female disciple whose head was hanging down, his face showing no disturbance.
The black long sword hadn’t returned yet, and red rusty swords circulated around him in succession, blocking the attack from the side and dealing with the enemy calmly.
His three flying swords worked in order.
Controlling the sword to fly, attacking, defending, and switching in turn, cycled like this repeatedly.
Within a quarter of an hour, more than ten disciples of the Devil Sect were quickly killed off.
All three of his flying swords were stained red with blood.
He tapped his finger, the sword edge hummed softly, and the blood stains were shaken off.
Zhao Huai took a breath and pulled out a bottle of pre-prepared spiritual-nourishing pills from the black ring, swallowing them and operating his magic power.
Controlling three flying swords was formidable. Attack, defense, chase, these three-in-one capabilities made him worthy of the title of a hexagon warrior.
But it was also a test for the sword cultivator himself, as the magic power on his body was spent very quickly, and at the same time, his spiritual power was consumed a lot.
This was his first time controlling three flying swords to fight against an enemy, and he gained a lot.
Just as he was recovering his energy, there was a fluctuation in his Divine Insight.
Looking up, he saw a golden palm strike coming down from the sky.
“Dammit, another sneak attack?”
Zhao Huai had just grumbled when he held his breath and shot his three flying swords out, forming a series of sword formations.
Blocking above his head.
When the two forces collided, Zhao Huai felt an extremely strong brute force hit him the moment he touched it.
His body was uncontrollably hurtled backward at high speed.
The fresh mid-air filled his mouth, making him feel bitter and refreshing.
Zhao Huai’s mind was focused, and he muttered softly.
“Form One, The Sun-observing.”
The red rusty sword broke free from the sword formation and was grasped by Zhao Huai.
The golden sun phenomenon erupted, with its dazzling red light transforming into countless streams of sword qi.
They intertwined into a large web, and he attacked the enemy in the sky.
At this moment, however, he had no time to deal with it, and instantly raised the Yu Sha to block the eminent monk’s palm strike.
This palm strike was filled with golden light, a roaring dragon-tiger, full of Buddhist nature.
It seemed to be even stronger than the Luo Water Fist Skill.
Just as Zhao Huai was thinking about this, a small figure emerged in his mind, endlessly waving his palm, gradually filling the missing parts.
“So that’s how it is.”
A sense of joy arose in Zhao Huai’s heart, he had almost forgotten about this.
He immediately focused his gaze and became serious.
The Golden Core shone like the sun, and magical power surged out, transforming into the images of a dragon and a tiger.
“Roar!”
“Howl!”
“Striking with the palm!”
A golden dragon-tiger image manifested from Zhao Huai’s body, shouted loudly, and pushed out with both palms.
In an instant, the monk in red robe slightly changed his expression, feeling a strong impact rushing toward him.
He had no choice but to retreat and dodge.
“Boom!”
The red-robed monk was full of shock and he questioned,
“Where did you learn the Dragon Tiger Vajra Palm of our Sorceress Sacred Sect?”
“I just learned it.”
Zhao Huai said with a smirk.
Hearing this, the expression on the face of the Luo Water Fist Technique was ugly. He felt that the other party was mocking him.
He was joking. The Dragon Tiger Vajra Palm is the secret technique of the Sorceress Sacred Sect, only cultivators above the Arhat level are qualified to learn it. How could he learn it in an instant?
It must be that he had stolen the technique from the sect.
The eminent monk in red robe immediately shouted out,
“You stole the secret technique of our Sorceress Sect, you deserve to die!”
Just when he was furious and wanted to use a more powerful Divine Skill to kill Zhao Huai,
Two streaks of light appeared in the sky.
A black long stick appeared first, repelling the eminent monk in red robe. The stick swung itself in the air, striking at him.
The eminent monk in red robe sensed two auras, his expression became serious, he twirled his Buddhist beads and started chanting.
“Buddha prevails, and enlightens all beings. If they do not return, they will be punished by the Heavenly Lord.”
Buddhist shadows emerged, illuminating the entire sky.
“Ding-dong!”
A clear bell sound rang out.
The energy of the eminent monk in red robe suddenly weakened, and his body strangely flew out without warning, crashing into a large rock.
Zhao Huai looked up to see.
A woman in a black veil and silver dress held a golden bell, standing on a waterfall, her bare jade feet on the water, unaffected by the running water.
In addition, a slightly overweight young cultivator was carrying a heavy black stick on his shoulder. He stood on a cloud, floating in the sky.
A man and a woman spoke out one after another,
“Altar of the East Sea, grandson of Yan General, Zhou Ping.”
“Southern State Altar, newly appointed Yan General, Dongfang Xuan.”
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