Chapter 745: Fighting, with magical powers everywhere, one sword breaks it.
Veins bulged on Lu Ning's wrists as he suppressed his anger and shouted.
"Young man, return your pet, or I will be rude to you!"
Wang Xiaoke looked innocent: "I didn't see any spiritual pet."
Lu Ning's nose was filled with smoke. Why was this kid pretending to be confused? Did he really think he was a fool?
Damn...
He has inherited the legacy of the ancient poison immortal. Who in the world dares to disrespect him?
"Since you don't want to give it back, I'll take it myself!"
Lu Ning had a gloomy face and shouted loudly, and suddenly a green light burst out from his waist.
Immediately, this green light hung in the air, and its brightness suddenly increased.
A huge tripod that was seven feet high appeared above the river and the sea.
The body of the tripod is green, covered with strange runes and gorgeous floral patterns.
The tripod has three legs, and it stands like a towering black wood. Once it is taken out, the air is squeezed and deformed, as if it is pressed down by a mountain, and the air waves stretch for a thousand meters.
"Hiss...what is that?"
Among the people in the Divine Court, some were surprised and doubtful, but more were bewildered.
It looks like an alchemy furnace, and it seems to be of high grade.
Wei Wuqing stood with his hands behind his back, walking along the shore, his eyes full of brilliance.
"Qingmu Xuanding!"
His heart was shocked, this Qingmu Xuanding was a treasure left over from ancient times.
This tripod is made of special materials and can be used to make elixirs, poisons, and suppress people.
The surface of the cauldron glowed with a green glow, and was obviously contaminated with a deadly poison.
I'm afraid that anyone below the Nascent Soul stage would die if they touched it, let alone confront its power head-on.
Wang Xiaoke looked at the cauldron and felt slightly surprised.
"A fifth-grade cauldron furnace, still intact."
"Even if a Nascent Soul cultivator is controlling it, it can still exert its full power."
"This old guy has so many treasures."
The Qingmu Xuanding floats in the air, with light flowing. The ding in front of you is like a mountain towering across the sky.
Lu Ning's face was as gloomy as water. He formed seals with his hands and the cauldron suddenly crashed towards Wang Xiaoke.
The cauldron was locked tightly, like a mountain pressing down on it. Dark green poisonous energy permeated the surroundings like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue.
He received the inheritance from Shennong in his early years, and then practiced the Ten Thousand Poisons Sacrifice for hundreds of years.
There is endless poison in the cauldron, even an Infant Yuanying wouldn't dare to take it head-on!
Wang Xiaoke looked at the giant tripod, his eyes shining with brilliance.
"Nine Fists of Red Flame."
In his palm, there was a ball of gray flame, and within a few breaths, the flame became stronger and stronger.
Wang Xiaoke threw out a punch, the shadow of his fist was like a dragon, meeting the huge green wooden tripod.
boom!
The collision of the fists and the tripod was like the collision of two mountains, and the sound was deafening.
More than a thousand people on the field were shocked. Looking at the hundred-meter-high waves, their hearts were shocked to the extreme.
This is the battle between Nascent Souls. Isn’t the power so terrifying?
With just these two people, a great country could be easily destroyed.
The gray fist mark flickered slightly, as if being slowly eroded by the green light of the cauldron.
Wang Xiaoke drew his fingers across the Golden Crow Sword, and a supreme sword intent rose into the sky.
"The third move of the Dragon and Phoenix Sword Technique, Dragon and Phoenix Suppression."
The two phantoms, one of a dragon and one of wind, were almost condensing into substance.
The power of the divine beast spread in all directions, making people feel like kneeling before it.
"What kind of sword move is this?"
Everyone looked horrified, and Lu Ning was even more shocked.
What a terrifying kid, what kind of inheritance did he get?
How could someone in the world achieve Nascent Soul at the age of nineteen?
Even his attainments in swordsmanship are like gods!
While he was shocked, Wang Xiaoke slashed out with his sword, and the phantoms of dragons and phoenixes wrapped in sword energy pounced towards Qingmu Xuanding.
"town!"
A word fell slowly, spreading over thousands of miles of sea.
The divine beast struck the green tripod, the Golden Crow sword hummed, and the sword chant shook the sky.
The void could not withstand the impact and shattered like a mirror.
A bottomless abyss was revealed.
There were even gusts of wind that rushed straight into the sky, stirring up the clouds in all directions.
Everyone was stunned, watching the battle between the immortals in the sky, their minds going blank.
The phoenix's shadow flapped its wings and cried loudly, burning thousands of spiritual poisons.
The golden dragon was perched on the green tripod, and the endless sword energy made the green tripod tremble.
"Break it for me!"
Lu Ning's robe fluttered, and his vast spiritual power poured out like a river or sea, pouring onto the green cauldron.
hum!
The green tripod shone brightly, and despite the attacks from the dragon and phoenix, it actually withstood the attacks.
Wang Xiaoke's expression was serious, the spiritual energy in his body was boiling and pouring into the Golden Crow Sword like a rainbow.
In an instant, the aura of the divine beast intensified, and its power continued.
Qingmu Xuanding was knocked back by the huge force, and Lu Ning also suffered backlash and retreated several steps.
"Senior Lu, who is known as the Poison King, was actually repelled by just two moves?"
"How is it possible that the Chinese evildoer is so terrifying?"
This person's background is too terrifying. I only heard that he is Wu Tu's disciple.
But were such strength and sword moves really taught by Wu Tu?
Lu Ning suppressed his shock and turned to look at the three strongest people.
"Mu Hualong, I'm afraid it's not appropriate to watch the show from across the river!"
"You still won't take action?"
Mu Hualong shook his head lightly. He just wanted to see what Wang Xiaoke's background was.
Should I kill him directly, or kill him after I seize the treasure...
"This boy is extremely talented, and we must not keep him here. Everyone, show us your true abilities."
Mu Hualong clasped his hands together, and the door to the underworld seemed to open behind him. Thousands of demons appeared in the sky, and there was even a Shura standing with a knife in his hand.
The Pope recited scriptures silently, and behind him were eight swords of destruction, like the peaks of Mount Tai, emitting a faint glow.
Chen Yuan held two blades in his hands, and a crescent moon hung above his head, ten feet high. However, the crescent moon was as red as blood, and more like the god of death's scythe, wanting to take people's lives.
Lu Ning exerted all his might, and the giant tripod expanded a hundred times, like a huge mountain about to collapse.
The terrifying force of suppression is enough to crush everything into nothingness.
Even Mu Hualong and others couldn't help but take a second look.
For a moment, the magical power covered the sky, and the entire sea was filled with strange phenomena.
The others felt as small as ants and could not stop trembling all over.
If the four powerful men attack at the same time, what can we use to resist?
Just as they were horrified, four deadly moves came down at the same time.
The Qingmu Xuanding rotated at high speed and struck with tremendous force.
Eight holy swords shot straight into the sky and gathered into a giant golden sword.
Thousands of demons were devoured by Shura, and a hundred-foot-long demon shadow walked forward on the sea.
Another blood moon appeared and disappeared, cutting through the void.
If someone took a picture of this scene, it would definitely shock the world!
It is said that this is the method of immortals or gods, but it is nothing more than this.
Wang Xiaoke looked at the holy giant sword, the bloodthirsty crescent moon, the towering giant tripod, and the ferocious Shura.
With eyes closed, the robe moved without wind and there seemed to be white mist floating around the body.
When he opened his eyes, there was calmness in his eyes, as if he cared nothing.
"This sword can break all laws."
The Golden Crow Sword suddenly shone brightly.
Wang Xiaoke frowned slightly, stood up with his sword in hand, and scanned the sky for strange sights.
"The first move of Taixuan Sword Technique."
A vast amount of spiritual energy surged into the sword, and a vague sense spread.
It was as if there was only one person and one sword left in the world, and his figure continued to rise higher like an ancient immortal.
"Cut the Yin and Yang."
Wang Xiaoke's eyes flashed with brilliance, and he swung the sword in an ordinary manner.
The strong ones were facing a formidable enemy, but the expected attack did not come.
Nothing seems to happen.
"What does this mean?" Chen Yuan was a little confused. Is this also considered a sword move?
As the four great magical powers were falling, they suddenly froze in mid-air strangely.
Wang Xiaoke smiled faintly and turned to look at the weakest Chen Yuan.
Rumble!
Suddenly, something strange happened, and a path was blocked in the ocean below.
The sword fell for a few breaths before the sword force arrived.
The sky and earth were bright and dark, as if the sun and the moon were moving and yin and yang were in disorder.
A hundred-foot-long sword light appeared in an instant.
A blood moon intersected with it and was instantly chopped into nothingness.
The holy sword slashed down, shining brightly, but was directly swallowed up by the sword light.
Baizhang Shura raised his sword, and finally the sword broke into pieces, roaring and dissipating into wisps of black smoke.
The giant tripod only blocked the force for two breaths before its light dimmed and it was blown a thousand meters away.
The four of them were shocked to the point of feeling pain in their lungs, and their eyes were filled with shock.
When Chen Yuan saw the sword light approaching, his face turned pale instantly.
"No, save me!"
He roared, his skills surged, and he fled at high speed.
It’s a pity...his speed can never surpass the sword light.
Blood splattered in the sky and splashed over the Western Ocean.
The light engulfed him, but its power remained undiminished.
When the sword light completely dissipated, the island was split into two!
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