At this time, if someone asked Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: What on earth does it feel like to hold a big boss sword, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal would definitely be speechless.
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal would definitely be speechless. In fact, he had once thought of asking Wang Ling to borrow Jingke for a mission, but after the battle at Immortal Mansion, he had completely given up on the idea.
That battle had ended in a one-sided crushing victory for Jingke … so this was a true "big boss sword."
At that moment, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's heart trembled as he held Jingke. "Brother Ling … is this really okay?"
Wang Ling retreated behind him and patted him lightly on the shoulder without saying anything. Then, Wang Ling directly returned to the ground and left the battle in the sky to Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal and Evil Sword God.
Why didn't he make a move?
The reason was very simple …
Because Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's encounter with Evil Sword God was a calamity that was destined to befall him, and he could only get through this calamity himself.
"Brother Ling, I think we should settle this battle in a more peaceful way? Like sitting down, having a cup of tea … and having a chat? " Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal held Jingke with a slightly helpless expression on his face … he felt that things had changed drastically in the last few days!
To be honest, from the moment he held Jingke, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal already knew how this battle would end.
At that moment, thanks to True Immortal spirit power, Evil Sword God's injuries had mostly healed, but the blood on the corners of his mouth hadn't dried up.
It could only be said that this was a genuine True Immortal. Even in someone else's intrinsic spirit field, there was still spirit power as vast as the sea in his body.
A wooden sword?
No … there had to be a trap!
Looking at the sword in Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's hand, the corners of Evil Sword God's mouth instantly twitched. "Where did your friend get his sword?"
After those two slaps, Evil Sword God thought he already had an idea of the youngster's strength. He had seen the youngster pull this wooden sword out of the space fissure earlier, so he didn't need to think to know that this definitely wasn't an ordinary sword.
As one of Wang Ling's best friends, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal also knew about Jingke's background …
The young man in white thought for a moment, then replied, "Hm … this is a children's peach wood sword for teaching, Flower and Bird Market, nine hundred and ninety-eight."
"Mongrel cultivator! Are you looking down on me? "Evil Sword God hovered in the air with Heaven-Cleaving in his hand, evil purple sword qi swirling around the blade.
He pointed his sword forward. "Do you know? Why was I given the title of Ten-Meter Sword God? "
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: "???"
Wang Ling sat down cross-legged on the ground with his arms crossed and an indifferent expression on his face. He was aware of every movement in the intrinsic spirit field, and didn't need to look up to know what was going on.
He had a rough idea of what Evil Sword God was trying to say. Although he had already mastered the Great Sword Dao Spell and learned to use the power of Sword Dao … everyone had a different understanding of Sword Dao.
Ten-meter Sword God?
Could it be that Evil Sword God had mastered a Sword Dao supreme skill that could kill within ten meters?
Wang Ling cupped his chin in his hand as he pondered this, when Evil Sword God laughed wildly. "True Immortals can create intrinsic spirit fields, but my intrinsic spirit field is different from other True Immortals'. As long as it's within a range of ten meters, it's an intrinsic spirit field that my venerable self has created with the power of Sword Dao. In other words … as long as my venerable self unleashes the power of Sword Dao to the fullest, I will be invincible in close combat within ten meters!"
Wang Ling: "…"
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: "…"
This explanation caused everyone to fall into silence.
The corners of Wang Ling's and Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's lips twitched as they felt powerless to ridicule him.
So … this was how he got his title of Ten-Meter Sword God? What kind of goddamn power of Sword Dao was this?!
Even if he was invincible in close combat beyond ten meters, didn't that mean he could win as long as he watched from a distance?
"…" Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal couldn't help wiping at his sweat. As expected, this Evil Sword God wasn't a normal person …
On the other side, Evil Sword God was very confident that he was invincible in close combat within ten meters. He pointed the tip of his sword at Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal. "Don't think about relying on long-range attacks to escape. My venerable self has perfected the teleportation technique for many years. Once I activate the power of Sword Dao, no one will be able to escape from my grasp!"
Evil Sword God said in a low voice, "Today, whether it's you or this friend of yours, I'll kill them all! Or this friend of yours, I'm going to obliterate them both! Then I'll extract your souls. I'll torture you in the cruelest way possible! "
He guessed that the young man in white whom he had killed previously might have had some kind of resurrection magic treasure that could be used to pay for his life … It wasn't that such magic treasures didn't exist in the cultivation world, but they were almost priceless. The young man had already used it once, so Evil Sword God was now very confident that as long as the young man in white died again like before, there was absolutely no possibility of him coming back to life.
How could there be a magic treasure in this world that could resurrect infinitely? Furthermore, this person wasn't a demi-human! Infinite resurrection or whatever … it shouldn't exist!
"Mongrel cultivator, die!" Evil Sword God attacked, and the purple sword qi lingering around the Heaven-Cleaving sword formed a pillar of qi that pierced through his body!
A skeleton-shaped phantom coalesced behind him. It was dozens of feet tall and covered in armor from head to toe. This was the Heaven-Cleaving sword's sword spirit, Heaven-Cleaving!
This armor was formed from the power of Sword Dao, and Wang Ling could see through it at a glance.
The sword spirit had already appeared, and this skeleton's armor was formed from the combination of the power of Sword Dao and True Immortal spirit power … Evil Sword God had already unleashed his power of Sword Dao to the fullest, and he was in a completely unrestrained state.
But the expression on his face didn't change in the slightest. From the moment he had summoned Jingke and tossed it to Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal, the game was already over.
"Die!" Evil Sword God grit his teeth as the power of Sword Dao surged all over his body. The air cracked open, and the space couldn't withstand the immense pressure of Evil Sword God's one hundred percent power of Sword Dao at all.
Holy shit! What should he do?
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal had never seen this kind of stance before. Given his current realm, it was impossible for him to fight a True Immortal at his full strength.
"This is my most powerful power, die!" Evil Sword God shouted.
He held the Heaven-Cleaving sword in his hand, and the Heaven-Cleaving sword spirit behind him stretched out its hand toward the sky at the same time. A huge sword light lingered around the skeleton sword spirit's skeleton, and the evil purple sword light turned into a light cannon that shot toward Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal.
"Destructive Death Ray!"
In an instant, fierce winds surged in all directions and space cracked. Everything in the path of the light cannon broke apart in an unstoppable manner.
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal knew that he had the protection of the Soul Suppression Ring and might not die, but if he was hit by this level of light cannon, he felt that there wouldn't even be a bloody mist left of him.
There might not even be dregs left of him after this blast …
But in the next moment, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal realized that his body actually moved on its own …
"Lord Jingke?"
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