Chapter 1679
Chapter 1679 (Raw 1671):
Divine Firmament Nine Changes was the Martial Technique with the highest requirement of comprehension ability in the Divine Firmament Sect. Once it was executed, it immediately placed Ling Yu in a quandary.
Everyone from the Purple Flame Sect was stunned. With nine saber lights, the power of the world that the Martial Technique drove was very scary.
This was just the second move. The Little Thunder Saber Feng Yu still had one more move.
I'll block six saber lights first!
Ling Yu made up his mind to block six saber lights, then use his physical body to receive the remaining three.
His physique had already improved considerably. Hence, the three saber lights would not injure him too severely. After that, he would have to withstand just one more saber strike.
"Cloud Shattering Heavenly Star Punch!"
Starlight flickered. In the blink of an eye, Ling Yu used his full force and threw six punches.
Each punch shattered a saber light. The shattered strands of saber light turned into purple light lingering in the air.
Three saber lights remained. Sweat poured down Ling Yu's forehead. Six punches were already his limit.
He could only use his body to receive the remaining three saber lights. His feet moved, and he circulated his Veritable Essence Energy, doing his best to avoid being injured.
However, just at this moment, the three saber lights merged into one.
The thunderclouds for fifty kilometers around suddenly massed into a dense bank of black clouds.
In an instant, that saber light burst forth with resplendent electric light. Feng Yu's body also suddenly appeared at this moment, swinging down his saber.
The lightning driven by the saber light was like a purple flood dragon, baring fangs and claws, looking alive.
This greatly startled Ling Yu. Unexpectedly, Feng Yu's Divine Firmament Nine Changes already reached such an exquisite level.
It's over!
This saber strike was quick and ruthless, arriving from a tricky angle. What was worst was that it surpassed Ling Yu's expectations.
This was not part of Ling Yu's plans. This change placed him in a terrible predicament.
"Third move!"
Feng Yu revealed a confident smile. The flood dragon roared ferociously as the saber light was about to land.
At this moment, the Divine Firmament Sect core disciples all showed smiles as they slowly stood up.
Those with eyes could tell that Ling Yu was done for. Even if he used the Great Desolate Eon bloodline, Feng Yu also had a Great Desolate Eon bloodline.
At that time, Ling Yu would only receive worse injuries and an even more miserable defeat.
The Purple Flame Sect disciples showed different expressions. When this saber landed, their Little Martial Uncle would be unable to recover within two months.
That would be equivalent to Ling Yu no longer having a fate with the fortuitous encounters at the Fiendish Demon Battlefield.
"Whoosh!"
Something strange happened. The disciples of the two sects at the Greeting of Swords' Edges felt a strong wind blow. It was like a person charged over. In the next moment, a figure suddenly appeared beside Ling Yu.
"Martial Uncle?!" Ling Yu exclaimed in shock. Xiao Chen actually came to this arena.
Xiao Chen smiled faintly and looked at the saber light above. After pondering for a moment, he used the Sharp Spirit Finger and gently extended a finger.
"Whoosh!"
The horrifying lightning flood dragon entered Xiao Chen's body. It was like a river pouring into a sea, silent without any waves.
The saber in Feng Yu's hand got knocked away.
The entire place fell quiet. Everyone was stunned. They rubbed their eyes, unable to believe what they just saw.
Xiao Chen already comprehended the Thunder Domain and also cultivated the Purple Thunder Divine Incantation; he was a lightning-attributed cultivator.
If this saber strike were of any other attribute, Xiao Chen would not have been able to receive it as easily. However, since it was lightning, it was really nothing.
There was the Ten Thousand Tribulation Divine Lightning, which was countless times more powerful, in Xiao Chen's sea of consciousness.
"Dang!"
Feng Yu's saber stabbed ten centimeters into the arena.
Feng Yu showed an unsightly expression. In some disbelief, he demanded, "Who are you? Do you not know the rules of the Greeting of Swords' Edges?"
Xiao Chen waved Ling Yu into silence. Then, he replied indifferently, "Naturally, I know the rules of the Greeting of Swords' Edges. No one can interfere with a duel, including the sect disciples or Elders, no matter how severe the injuries or if there is any death."
Feng Yu stepped forward and extracted his saber. Electricity continued to flicker on the blade as he said sternly, "Since you know it, how dare you break the rules? Even if I kill you right now, the Elders of your Purple Flame Sect will not dare to say anything."
The anger in Feng Yu's heart was not due to just the second move of his Divine Firmament Nine Changes being easily broken but to the failure of his plan to cripple Ling Yu temporarily.
"It turns out that the Purple Flame Sect's people are like this, unable to understand rules."
"Haha! Their sect is already in decline and will drop to a Rank 3 sect at any time. Now, to think that they are unable to even obey the rules."
"Where are the Purple Flame Sect Elders? When I return, I will definitely get my Divine Firmament Sect Elders to get justice for this!"
The Divine Firmament Sect disciples started taunting and making sarcastic comments, bolstering their senior brother's momentum.
All the core disciples of the Purple Flame Sect felt confused as they did not know Xiao Chen at all.
"That's right. I am breaking the rules. What do you want to do?"
Xiao Chen did not care. After all, he was not from the Purple Flame Sect. He did not need to follow all these rules.
He also did not fear this Little Thunder Saber. If the other party attacked him, it would be just fine. He had recently been itching for a fight anyway.
Moreover, he also cultivated the lightning attribute. He could compete to see whose comprehension of the Thunder Dao and the Saber Dao was deeper.
"You wish to die?"
At Xiao Chen's nonchalance, Feng Yu's face twisted with a towering rage.
Seeing that this matter was escalating, Ling Yu felt worried, afraid that Xiao Chen would fight with Feng Yu and end up injured. He said quickly, "Feng Yu, he is my Master Ye Zifeng's junior brother and not someone of the sect. There are some rules that he does not need to follow. Consider today's fight my loss. You do not need to fulfill your wager."
The crowd immediately let out surprised gasps. No one had thought that Xiao Chen had such a great identity.
"Senior Ye Zifeng's junior brother?"
"That can't be. How could Senior Ye Zifeng have a half-step Primal Core junior brother?"
"Could it be that he is Pan Huang's disciple as well?"
"However, Ling Yu probably would never joke about such a matter."
Discussions immediately broke out, all of them expressing confusion, doubt, and astonishment.
A brilliant light flashed in Feng Yu's eyes. He said, "Ye Zifeng's junior brother? Since when did Senior Ye Zifeng have a junior brother like you? Could it be that you are Pan Huang's disciple? What a joke!"
Right after Feng Yu spoke, his figure flashed as he directly swung his saber at Xiao Chen.
"No matter who you are, since you dare to break the rules and spoil my plans, you have to pay the price!"
Xiao Chen narrowed his eyes. The Cycle Heart in his sea of consciousness suddenly unleashed the state of cycle, spreading it throughout his entire body. Everyone's actions slowed in his eyes.
In this Great Thousand Realms, the state of cycle was harder to execute than in the Kunlun Realm. Xiao Chen could not maintain it for as long as before, not even for a second.
However, when facing an opponent of Feng Yu's level who had taken the initiative to strike, Xiao Chen needed to use the state of cycle to attain a quick victory.
Even if his state of cycle could not last for a second, it was already enough.
"Crack!"
A saber light arrived first despite being sent out later. Xiao Chen drew his Lunar Shadow Saber, and a gentle moonlight like autumn waters flickered on the saber. The light rippled like water as the saber sang melodiously, sounding pleasing and comfortable like spring water coming out of the mountain.
Feng Yu was startled. He had not expected Xiao Chen's saber light to be so quick and ruthless.
The instant Xiao Chen's saber light appeared, it broke Feng Yu's saber move.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Feng Yu retreated four or five steps, and his expression suddenly turned grave. "Your Drawing the Saber
As a bladesman, Feng Yu could tell that while this Drawing the Saber looked ordinary, it contained a lot of skill.
A bladesman's cultivation of the saber could be easily seen from their Drawing the Saber.
Xiao Chen's Drawing the Saber already revealed a level where it was nigh impenetrable to outsiders.
In that earlier instant, Feng Yu sensed that the other party's Drawing the Saber already surpassed his.
Furthermore, it was not merely by a little. Feng Yu's cultivation was higher, and he had made the first move, but he was the one who retreated. Just based on the facts, there was no need to say anything more.
"Zi! Zi!"
A long saber wound appeared on Feng Yu's chest, and blood spurted out, dying his clothes red.
"I still failed to dodge? How can that be?!"
Feng Yu's expression changed completely. He gaped at Xiao Chen in shock and confusion. "I clearly dodged it. How could I still be injured?"
You don't understand? Not understanding is natural. If you understood, how could I have struck you ruthlessly?
Xiao Chen said indifferently, "You don't understand? Then, go back and practice for a few more years. Stop coming to the Purple Flame Sect. With your level, you would just be humiliating yourself, losing your master's face."
This came like a sudden clap of thunder in Feng Yu's mind. With horrified eyes, he argued, "That's impossible. How can I lose Master's face? I started practicing the saber at six and only made my debut at eighteen"