"It's an interesting sword art, but it's not the right path after all …"
Turtle Spring Villager admired Gao Zhengyang's imagination, but using the cloak as a sword was still a shortcut.
The blood-colored cloak was a rank nine divine artifact that could automatically release powerful energy and didn't require much effort to control.
Gao Zhengyang's Returning Swallow Sword was amazing, but it was still at the level of a sword art. It was a threat to rank nine cultivators. However, compared to the perfect and flawless Sword-Drawing Technique, it seemed too immature.
If it was Yan Shisan using this sword, Turtle Spring Villager wouldn't be so relaxed.
"Everything ends here!"
Turtle Spring Villager's eyes were indifferent as he drew his sword and slashed at Gao Zhengyang again. Although he wanted to kill Gao Zhengyang, he didn't have any murderous intent.
The autumn water-like blade slashed down again. It was still the Drawing Sword Art, but this slash was as light as the wind and as round as the moon. Although it had the power to destroy everything, the blade intent was endless, like the moon shining in the sky.
No matter what tricks Gao Zhengyang had, the difference in martial arts couldn't be made up for.
Turtle Spring Villager didn't feel any joy or sorrow. He didn't need to be filled with killing intent when killing the enemy.
Blade arts were like the Heavenly Dao, like the four seasons. When people noticed the changes, the cycle of life and death had already been completed.
That was why he didn't need to use any strength or heart to kill. As long as he focused on the blade, everything would come to fruition.
Under the blade, Gao Zhengyang's eyes were deep and firm. The aura in his body was surging. His left arm was under his waist and his fist was facing up.
Under the control of the powerful fist intent, his physical strength and the energy channeled from the Blood God Flag gathered and circulated, then he punched at the blade.
Using the Monkey Secret Art to interfere with Turtle Spring Villager's six senses and using the Blood God Flag as a sword was used to confuse and disturb the enemy.
The strongest nuclear fist, Gao Zhengyang also needed to focus and exert force to use the true nuclear fist.
Turtle Spring Villager's strength really exceeded Gao Zhengyang's expectations. His invincible Dragon King's Halberd was broken by Turtle Spring Muramasa just because his martial technique was a little weaker.
When Gao Zhengyang realized that something was amiss, he made a prompt decision and gave up on controlling the Dragon King's Halberd. Instead, he focused all his attention on the nuclear fist.
Only through this method could one comprehend the strongest fist technique and have the qualifications to compete with his opponent.
Gao Zhengyang learned a lot from Turtle Spring Muramasa. When he used the nuclear fist, he abandoned all distracting thoughts and focused on the fist.
What was different from the past was that the nuclear fist's fist intent and power were restrained and didn't have any astonishing momentum.
This was what he learned from Turtle Spring Village. Against ordinary enemies, the fist intent aura could intimidate them. But when facing a true powerhouse, releasing the fist intent aura first was telling the enemy what move he was going to use and how much strength he was going to use.
Gui Quan Muramasa's eyes suddenly narrowed. Gao Zhengyang's punch contained his strength, but it could not hide from his eyes.
"What a terrifying fist technique …"
Gui Quan Muramasa frowned. He felt a strong sense of danger, as if his palace was about to shatter.
The great danger made him instinctively want to pull out his blade and retreat. This was completely out of fear for powerful strength. Just like when people see a volcano erupt or a tsunami, they would naturally want to retreat.
But he immediately suppressed this thought. If he had the slightest fear of such a terrifying fist technique, he would definitely die.
Gui Quan Muramasa thought and put his blade back into the scabbard again.
The blade light that was like a full moon suddenly disappeared. There was no trace left. There was no blade energy left either. It seemed abnormally natural, as if it had never appeared before.
Gao Zhengyang didn't care about this. His target was Gui Quan Muramasa. No matter how demonic his blade was, a person couldn't be as unpredictable as a blade.
When the nuclear fist was three feet away from Gui Quan Muramasa, the fist intent exploded. The indescribable divine light made Gao Zhengyang's fist look like a small sun.
His physical strength and Yuan Qi blended inside and outside, pushing the power of the nuclear fist to the extreme.
Under the intense divine light, the surroundings dimmed.
On the bloody battlefield, dozens of soldiers, including Gui Quan Muramasa, seemed to have disappeared. Only Gao Zhengyang's fists gave off a brilliant divine light, as if he was a king controlling everything.
This was the first time Gao Zhengyang used his full power after learning the nuclear fist. With the support of the Blood God Flag, he could barely be considered as the combined power of two rank-nine Overlords.
Gui Quan Muramasa, who was engulfed by the strong light, sighed in his heart. This strange fist energy blended inside and outside, instantly burning one part of the power to ten parts of the power.
It was domineering and violent. If it was him, he would have been blasted into ashes before he could even throw a punch. It was unbelievable that Gao Zhengyang could withstand this power.
Although the fist technique had its flaws, it pushed the pure power to the extreme and covered up all the flaws.
Gui Quan Muramasa couldn't retreat, and there was nowhere to retreat. He held the blade, drew it, and slashed!
The brilliant divine light that filled the sky was cut in half by a simple slash. It was as if the sky and earth were split in half by the blade.
Gui Quan Muramasa sheathed his blade, drew it, and slashed.
The blade, which was as clear as autumn water, cut through the gap between the punches and landed on Gao Zhengyang's chest.
The blade energy that broke the nuclear fist energy was already exhausted, and it couldn't break Gao Zhengyang's diamond body anymore.
When the blade cut into Gao Zhengyang's body, there was no blood. Instead, sparks and lightning shot out. It was as if the blade had cut into steel.
The Muramasa's blade, which was enhanced with armor-piercing and armor-piercing runes, could even cut an iron mountain in half. But it couldn't break Gao Zhengyang's diamond body.
He couldn't kill Gao Zhengyang with one slash. Layers of nuclear fist energy exploded. Gui Quan Muramasa couldn't take it anymore, and he flew back with his blade, straight into the Drought Turtle army behind him.
The Drought Turtle army's battle formation collapsed in an instant. Wherever Gui Quan Muramasa went, the soldiers' flesh and blood turned into mud. He opened up a path of flesh and blood, forcibly connecting the battle formation of tens of thousands of soldiers.
At this time, the Tianyi Magnetic Thunder Cannon that had been accumulating power in the sky also fired.
A silver light sword that was dozens of feet long pierced down from thousands of feet in the sky, straight towards Gao Zhengyang. Even Liu Qingge, who was standing behind him, was within the range of the Divine Thunder.
Gao Zhengyang had just used his most powerful punch, and he was hit by Gui Quan Muramasa's blade. He was at the bottom of his energy.
The Tianyi Magnetic Thunder was as fast as lightning, and it reached Gao Zhengyang's head in a flash.
Gui Shan Bu and Gui Tian Mu, who were sitting in front of the water mirror, became nervous.
The Tianyi Magnetic Thunder Cannon should have been fired earlier, but Gao Zhengyang's nuclear fist was too violent, and it directly destroyed all the Divine Senses. So, it was a little late.
But with Gao Zhengyang's current state, there was no way he could avoid the Divine Thunder.
Although Gui Shan Bu was a Heavenly Monarch, he was also very nervous at this moment. If the Tianyi Magnetic Thunder Cannon failed, with Gao Zhengyang's ruthlessness, the Drought Turtle Race might be exterminated.
Under the gaze of two pairs of eyes that were about to pop out of their sockets, Gao Zhengyang's blood-red cloak suddenly spread out, and the giant light sword formed by the Tianyi Magnetic Thunder was actually swallowed by the cloak.
Gui Shan Bu's eyes widened. This was the Tianyi Magnetic Thunder, and it was extremely explosive. Any change in energy would cause the Magnetic Thunder Cannon to explode.
What kind of Divine Artifact was that blood-red cloak? It didn't make sense that it could so easily dissolve the Tianyi Magnetic Thunder!
Before Gui Shan Bu could say anything, he saw Gao Zhengyang on the water mirror spread out his cloak, and the Tianyi Magnetic Thunder Cannon actually flew out again.
This time, it was the Drought Turtle Race's turn to take the brunt of the Tianyi Magnetic Thunder Cannon.
The giant light sword easily penetrated the battle formation, and the scorching sword aura quickly split into billions of lightning, covering more than a hundred thousand soldiers.
When the scorching lightning dissipated, there was a huge crater on the ground, and the surface of the soil was covered in a glaze-like hard enamel. More than a hundred thousand soldiers had disappeared without a trace. Only a few broken weapons that hadn't been completely melted were left behind.
Gui Shan Bu's old face was ashen. The people who had surrounded Gao Zhengyang were all the most elite soldiers of his race. So many soldiers had died at once, and his heart felt like it was bleeding.
What made him even more depressed was that he was the one who had released the Tianyi Magnetic Thunder Cannon. Not only did he not kill a powerful enemy, but he had also destroyed his own battle formation!
The remaining soldiers on the battlefield were all stunned by this scene. After being stunned for a while, someone took the lead, but they all turned around and fled frantically.
The army that had lost all will to fight collapsed in an instant.
Hundreds of thousands of soldiers fled frantically, trampling and tearing at each other, letting out all kinds of shrill cries, like a group of fleeing wild beasts.
Gao Zhengyang took a few glances at them, and didn't pay them any more attention. This group of defeated deserters wasn't worth chasing. He had more important things to take care of.
He took two steps, and he arrived in front of a mountain wall tens of thousands of feet away. A pile of rubble completely covered a deep hole in the mountain wall.
Gao Zhengyang pressed his palm down, and the mountain, which was dozens of zhang tall, shattered. When the dust settled, the villagers of Turtle Spring Village were seen lying on a pile of rocks, bleeding from their seven orifices. They looked like they were on the verge of death.
But what was surprising was that his Muramasa Blade was still in its scabbard.
"Sir, are you alright?" Gao Zhengyang asked in a friendly manner.
Gui Shan Muramasa slowly opened his eyes and laughed bitterly, "I don't look good at all."
Gao Zhengyang said seriously, "Although I won, I admire your blade technique."
"Your fist technique is also not bad, much stronger than your halberd …"
Gui Shan Muramasa took two deep breaths and said slowly.
"To be honest, my fist technique is still too crude. I still have to thank sir for helping me realize this. "
Gao Zhengyang said sincerely.
Gui Shan Muramasa's blade technique made him realize the higher realm of martial arts. This realm wasn't complicated, but it was extremely brilliant.
No matter what race Gui Shan Muramasa was from, he was worthy of respect for having such a realm and awareness.
Of course, Gao Zhengyang wouldn't show mercy because of this.
Gui Shan Muramasa also understood this. In essence, he and Gao Zhengyang were the same kind of people. Simple and pure. It was just that Gao Zhengyang was still young and lacked time to settle down. There were still many problems with his martial arts and fist intent. This was unavoidable.
He thought for a moment and said, "I have a suggestion."
Gao Zhengyang laughed. It seemed like everyone was the same, no one wasn't afraid of death. Even someone as strong as Gui Shan Muramasa had to struggle to survive in the face of death.
He quickly retracted his smile. Life and death was a big matter, it wasn't funny. "Sir, please speak."
Gui Shan Muramasa barely sat up straight and said to Gao Zhengyang, "I have three drops of dragon marrow here, I can give them to you."
Gao Zhengyang shook his head and was about to refuse when Gui Shan Muramasa said, "You might not understand how precious dragon marrow is. For a body cultivator like you, dragon marrow is better than all the spirit medicines in the world. Refining three drops of dragon marrow will give you a chance to go up a level. "
Hearing Gui Shan Muramasa's words, Gao Zhengyang was a little tempted. If he could go up a level and reach rank 9 upper grade golden body, this deal would be worth it.
However, this kind of deal couldn't be made by the weak.
Gao Zhengyang pondered for a moment and said, "I really like your sword drawing technique."
Gui Shan Muramasa smiled bitterly, "It is my honor to receive your appreciation."
He paused and said, "I can give you a copy of my experience and secret technique."
Gao Zhengyang laughed. Gui Shan Muramasa was indeed a shrewd guy, he understood immediately. "Okay, it's a deal."
Turtle Spring Village took out the crystal bottle containing the Dragon Marrow from his back pocket. He opened his mouth and spat out a purple pearl.
"This bottle contains dragon marrow, the essence blood inside is extremely domineering. This pearl contains my life's experience with the blade. "
Gao Zhengyang took the dragon marrow and the pearl, cupping his hands, "Your Excellency, I hope to see you again."
Gui Shan Muramasa sighed, "Seeing some people once is enough. We have enjoyed ourselves today, there is no need to meet again. "
Gui Shan Muramasa knew very well that Gao Zhengyang was still young and had huge potential to improve. Even if he didn't learn the sword drawing technique, after this battle, he would definitely improve by leaps and bounds.
On the other hand, his potential was already exhausted. Without dragon marrow, his chances of advancing to the Saint realm were extremely slim. He probably wouldn't have a chance to regain his face.
Thus, Gui Shan Muramasa didn't want to see Gao Zhengyang again.
Gui Shan Muramasa stood up and staggered a few steps before barely activating his blade energy and flying into the sky.
Although the black tortoise formation was still there, it couldn't stop him. He casually drew his blade and slashed open a gap, charging out of the purple gas.
Gao Zhengyang watched from below, he couldn't help but admire the old man's ability. Even with such heavy injuries, he could still break the formation with one blade. This was something he couldn't do.
After dealing with Gui Shan Muramasa, Gao Zhengyang heaved a sigh of relief. He studied the Dragon Marrow for a bit, and a strong desire arose in his heart. He wanted to try eating one.
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