The Residence of Nine Supremes had actually hidden itself so deeply that it had dug a huge pit for its opponents to jump into.
No, it was clear that a few people had fallen into this pit one after another. They had been beaten black and blue, but they did not know it. It was only at this moment, when the Residence of Nine Supremes revealed this trump card, that they truly understood that they had not lost unjustly!
Huo Yunfeng's expression grew more complicated.
At this moment, his desire to witness the birth of a legend had long flown away.
'F * ck! What a trap!
If I continue to gamble, I might be tricked by him again! '
Yun Yang's purple robe fluttered as he descended leisurely. In particular, he was carrying a little fellow that looked like a fluffy ball of fur in his arms, which made him look like a handsome young man and a handsome young man.
The little fellow, which was only the size of a fist and was meowing innocently with its eyes wide open, was so adorable that it could kill people!
However, when everyone looked at the little fellow, there was only a chill in their hearts.
'What the f * ck!
You are a high-level Saint King mystical beast. Is it really okay for you to act cute and confuse people like this every day? '
At this moment, Yun Yang had already walked to the center of the field.
Qu Xiaofeng's eyes were unusually cold. His attention was focused on Whitey in Yun Yang's arms, and he stared at it for a long time.
"Sect Leader Yun, did you bring only one mystical beast for this battle?" Qu Xiaofeng asked.
Yun Yang asked in pleasant surprise, "Is there no limit to the number of mystical beasts that can assist you in the battle? If there is no limit, I can summon a few more. I'm sure you will be satisfied. "
Qu Xiaofeng's face twitched a little as he said faintly, "As far as this old man knows, high-level practitioners are not allowed to bring more than one mystical beast to the battle unless it is pre-arranged."
Yun Yang was a little disappointed and said, "Oh, I was happy for nothing."
Qu Xiaofeng, on the other hand, felt like vomiting blood.
If you had brought your four Xuan Beasts, this old man wouldn't have fought with you!
Qu Xiao Feng's words were true. Xiuzhe that were skilled in beast taming could control multiple xuan beasts, but high level xiuzhe would normally only control one high level xuan beast. In other words, they would only control one high level xuan beast of the same level as their own cultivation. The rest would rarely be higher level xuan beasts. There was a limit to a person's strength. The amount of effort and energy that a beast taming master had to expend to control a high level xuan beast of similar strength was usually the limit. Any more would not be able to bear the burden.
In other words, when people with high-tier subdued beasts fought against their enemies, it wasn't that they didn't want to summon more beasts. In reality, it was because they didn't have enough power to summon more beasts!
In spite of this, Yun Yang's situation was different from that of an ordinary beast tamer. He was not controlling the four Saint King mystical beasts from the perspective of a beast tamer. One was lacking in power while the other had more than enough – how could they be compared?
However, there was nothing Yun Yang could do when Qu Xiaofeng used this as an excuse.
"Sect Leader Yun, please."
"Please."
Big Whitey leaped out and howled, its body expanding abruptly.
At the same time, Qu Xiaofeng's sword and Yun Yang's saber glowed brilliantly.
As the saber and sword clashed, the air was filled with radiance.
Once they clashed, both of them had chosen to clash head-on at the same time.
This head-on clash was the usual practice in this Tianyun Battleground. Due to the divine sense being shielded, no one knew the level of their opponent's ability. The main purpose of this head-on clash was to probe, to have a clearer understanding of the other's cultivation base.
This clash was necessary.
With a loud bang, Yun Yang was flung seventy feet away like a kite with a broken string.
Qu Xiaofeng only swayed a little and took a small step back.
In spite of this, it was obvious that Yun Yang's cultivation base was at least a notch lower than Qu Xiaofeng's.
However, when Qu Xiaofeng focused on his saber again, his expression changed.
His saber was wailing on its own, howling endlessly.
On the originally snow-white blade, there was now a soybean-sized nick, which was exceptionally conspicuous!
As the Great Elder of the Golden Cauldron Sect, Qu Xiaofeng's status was almost higher than that of the Golden Cauldron Sect's leader, Wei Tao. His resources and treatment were naturally the best in the Golden Cauldron Sect. His saber was the product of thousands of years of nurturing with countless heaven and earth treasures and his own blood. He was confident that it was already an indestructible divine weapon. Who would have thought that his saber would be severely damaged when it clashed with his opponent's weapon?
What material was his opponent's saber made of? How could it be so sharp?
With such a divine weapon in his hands, his opponent's chances of winning this battle would inevitably be reduced, be it mentally or realistically.
"Sect Leader Yun, what a fine saber." Qu Xiaofeng's expression was grim, his heart aching so much that it was about to bleed.
"Senior Qu, you flatter me. It's barely presentable."
Qu Xiaofeng's thoughts spun rapidly. He clearly understood that it was actually more difficult to win this battle than he had expected.
The main reason for the difficulty was not that unexpectedly sharp treasured saber, but Yun Yang himself!
Through the previous clash, Qu Xiaofeng could feel at once that Yun Yang's cultivation base had broken through the first level of Saint King and reached the beginner level of second level Saint King.
Although he was at the pinnacle of second level and was much stronger than Yun Yang, it was not a gap that could be easily overcome. If it was purely a one-on-one battle, he was confident that he could win, but that victory would be to exhaust Yun Yang to death with his thick mystical Qi, and not to end the battle cleanly.
Because Yun Yang still had an indestructible treasured saber in his hand, it caused the situation to become increasingly unbalanced.
Two cultivators with similar cultivation base, each wielding a weapon that could decide the outcome of the battle. The current situation was as such; if he was not careful, he could be killed by that treasured saber!
The scope of his carelessness was broad, not just Qu Xiaofeng himself, but also his saber. When he had clashed with Yun Yang earlier, his saber had already been chipped. If he were to come into contact with his opponent's saber, the sword would probably be destroyed immediately.
However, the matter that he had intentionally avoided was definitely the direction that his opponent was working towards!
This battle was really too restrictive for them!
Combining the advantages and disadvantages of both sides, Qu Xiaofeng judged that even if it was a one-on-one battle, his chances of winning were only slightly more than fifty percent, which was only slightly higher than his opponent's!
However, Yun Yang still had the assistance of a Saint King level mystical beast. If the mystical beast was added to the battle, not only would the odds of winning be reversed, it would be more than ninety-five percent of the time. There was no chance of winning!
The remaining five percent chance, which was also the only tactic in the plan, was to self-destruct.
Qu Xiaofeng retreated slowly, "Very good, very good."
In the next moment, it was as if he had turned into a whirlwind, the layers of sword shadows turning into raging waves.
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