The Black Water Dragon pounced towards Chu Kuangren, its ferocious qi surging like a tsunami. If it were an ordinary cultivator, they would have been scared out of their wits.
However, Chu Kuangren was no ordinary person. His Descendant Self Sword slashed across the sky.
An incomparably sharp Sword Qi crazily surged out, slashing at the Flood Dragon's body. A large number of scales shattered, and blood spurted out like a fountain.
"Roar …"
With a miserable howl, the intense pain intensified the black flood dragon's murderous aura. It opened its mouth and spat out a black torrent of spirit force.
Chu Kuangren cast the Phantom Light Strike, and his figure disappeared from the spot like a stream of light. When he reappeared, he was already on the right side of the water dragon.
He raised his hand and slashed again!
Moreover, this sword strike landed precisely on the same spot as before.
With a ripping sound, his flesh was torn apart.
The black flood dragon was forcibly cut in half and fell back into the lake with a rumble. The waves surged and the flood dragon's blood dyed most of the lake red.
On this day.
On the fiftieth floor of the Sword Gauntlet, Chu Kuangren slayed the evil dragon by the lakeside.
"Sigh, it's such a shame that no one's here to witness my heroism." Chu Kuangren sighed and sheathed his Descendant Self Sword.
At that moment, a golden light rushed out from the Black Flood Dragon's corpse and transformed into a fist-sized pearl that was covered with Dao patterns.
"This is …"
Chu Kuangren was slightly surprised and reached out to grab the bead in his hand.
A wave of enlightenment surged into his mind.
"This is the core of the Sword Gauntlet. As long as I can refine it, I'll be able to completely control the Sword Gauntlet." Chu Kuangren's eyes lit up.
Without delay, he started to refine the core of the Sword Gauntlet.
…
Outside the Sword Tower.
Everyone was staring at the highest level of the Sword Tower.
Once Chu Kuangren reached the final floor, the light dot had remained there without moving at all. It did not move at all and there was no movement at all.
"Did Chu Kuangren obtain the Opportunities of Fortune within the Sword Gauntlet?"
"Who knows? I've never been to the 50th floor."
"I'm so anxious."
At this moment.
The Sword Tower suddenly shook.
"What happened?"
Everyone's expressions changed slightly and they quickly retreated. The sword tower continued to shrink as it trembled. In the end, it turned into a small black tower that hovered in the sky.
A speck of light suddenly emerged from the tower. It was Chu Kuangren.
"It's a success." Chu Kuangren looked at the Small Tower and smiled in satisfaction. He could now control the Sword Gauntlet as he pleased.
He waved his hand and put the Sword Tower into his Interspatial Ring.
The crowd could not help but be shocked. Meanwhile, Murong Yu, Linghu Teng, and the other sky-prides looked at Chu Kuangren with complicated gazes.
The Opportunity of Fortune of the Sword Gauntlet was extremely important. At this moment, they could only watch helplessly as this Opportunity of Fortune fell into Chu Kuangren's hands.
How could they be willing?
"Chu Kuangren, what exactly is the Opportunity of Fortune inside the Sword Gauntlet?!"
Linghu Teng couldn't help but ask loudly.
"Oh, is there a need for me to tell you?" Chu Kuangren glanced at him and said indifferently.
"Chu Kuangren, what kind of trick did you use to pass the forty-eighth floor?!" Murong Yu could not help but ask.
Hearing this, everyone was very curious.
"If I want to pass, I can pass. What tricks do I need?"
"Hmph! It's utterly impossible to pass through the 48th level of the Sword Tower. If you didn't play some tricks, how could you have possibly passed through it!?"
Murong Yu's face was full of disbelief.
"If you can't pass, then what right do you have to doubt that I can't? A frog at the bottom of a well can only see so much, "Chu Kuangren said indifferently.
As soon as he said that, Murong Yu and the others were filled with hatred.
"Chu Kuangren, I haven't settled the score with you for destroying my clone. Let's end it here and now!"
Linghu Teng's tone was cold as he took a step forward. The sacred sword in his hand suddenly bloomed with an incomparably bright light.
"Just as well. A few days ago, Murong Feiyu challenged you to a duel. He wanted to spar with you, but you brutally killed him. As the Young Emperor of the Murong clan, I must avenge this grudge!"
Murong Yu also unleashed a powerful Sword-based Daoist Rhyme and locked onto Chu Kuangren, ready to fight him together with Linghu Teng.
"Shameless. That Murong Feiyu was killed because he tried to sneak up on Lady Lan Yu from behind. He deserved to die!"
Nangong Huang said coldly.
Murong Yu snorted coldly, completely ignoring the truth.
He only wanted to deal with Chu Kuangren now. As for Murong Feiyu, it was just an excuse, so he could not care less.
Despite the two Young Emperors joining forces to attack Chu Kuangren, Chu Kuangren did not panic at all. Instead, he looked at Tempest Mountain's Ling Feng who was not far away and said, "They've already made their move. Can you still hold back?"
Upon hearing that, Ling Feng said coldly, "I don't care about teaming up with others to deal with you. If you want to fight, I'll fight you alone!"
"I advise you to join forces with them. That way, you'll be able to unleash a few more moves and won't lose too badly."
"You're too arrogant!"
Ling Feng gritted his teeth.
He knew that he was arrogant enough. All these years, he had challenged many strong swordsman cultivators, from the younger generation to the older generation.
However, today, he met someone even more arrogant than him.
"Cut the crap! Attack! "
Linghu Teng was the first to attack. He lifted the sacred sword in his hand, and an extremely majestic sword qi soared into the sky, turning into a tornado-like sword qi that slashed out.
Murong Yu had also made his move. He was wielding a sword that looked extremely heavy. With a loud roar, he swung his sword horizontally. The black sword ray was like a crescent moon that streaked across the void and slashed towards Chu Kuangren.
Two different sword Dao techniques and two different types of Sword-based Daoist Rhymes attacked Chu Kuangren at the same time. However, Chu Kuangren did not even bother to dodge. He did not even bother to use his sword. All he did was raise his hand and unleash a palm attack.
As his fair, jade-like palm descended, a majestic Daoist Rhyme erupted from the center of his palm. Earth qi gathered and turned into an Ancient Godly Mountain.
The two sword rays shattered at the same time, and the unparalleled impact spread like a hurricane. Murong Yu and Linghu Teng were both forced back.
"What a terrifying palm strength!"
Linghu Teng could not help but be shocked.
However, at that moment, a ray of light suddenly appeared in front of him. All he saw was a palm enlarging in front of him before it pressed onto his face.
Linghu Teng could only feel his body falling backward uncontrollably. Then, his head smashed onto the ground with a loud bang. The intense pain made him feel as if his head was about to explode.
To the others, Linghu Teng's head was pressed onto the ground by Chu Kuangren. With a loud bang, the ground caved in, cracks appeared, and blood splattered everywhere. It made Linghu Teng look extremely miserable.
"I've already said that your clone is weak. How strong can your real body be?" Chu Kuangren got up and kicked Linghu Teng, who was like a dead dog, several hundred feet away. Linghu Teng crashed onto a rock wall.
"Sword Rain Art!"
Not far away, Murong Yu let out a roar. His Daoist Rhyme circulated, and surges of sword qi were unleashed continuously towards Chu Kuangren.
Each sword qi had the power to split a mountain, and when these thousands of sword qi converged, it was like a torrent of sword qi!
Chu Kuangren still did not dodge. Instead, he took a step forward, and a mysterious Daoist Rhyme filled the air as white lotuses formed around him.
Countless sword qi landed on the white lotuses, but it did not even cause the slightest ripple. The Daoist Rhyme and spiritual power were all easily disintegrated.
Just like that, Chu Kuangren withstood the torrent of sword qi and walked step by step towards Murong Yu. Under Murong Yu's horrified gaze, Chu Kuangren raised his hand and struck out with his palm, sending Murong Yu flying.
"Weak. You're really too weak. So weak that I can't even feel motivated."
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