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Chapter 2411

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"Boom!"

Chen Nan once again waved the Rushing Thunder True Hand. The powerful force of martial arts swept across, and wherever it passed, the void trembled. Once again, he slapped the surface of the sword with his palm —

"Crack …"

The flying sword could no longer bear this huge force and instantly burst into pieces.

"Thump thump thump …"

A series of footsteps were heard. The self-cultivator retreated several steps, his face pale.

The reason why self-cultivators could remotely control their flying swords and behead their enemies thousands of miles away was that when they were forging the flying swords, they imprinted their spiritual imprints into the swords. Therefore, they could communicate with their minds and control the flying swords with their minds.

Now that the flying swords were smashed by Chen Nan, the spiritual imprints were damaged, and the self-cultivators themselves were also injured.

For self-cultivators, the flying swords could be said to be a part of their bodies. When the flying swords were destroyed, it was like their bodies were hit.

After seeing the self-cultivator's reaction, Chen Nan also understood this point in his heart.

"A self-cultivator is nothing more than this!"

Chen Nan sneered. Taking advantage of the fact that the self-cultivator's spirit was damaged and had yet to react, he attacked with the Rushing Thunder True Hand.

"Bang, bang …"

After two consecutive attacks, another flying sword was smashed.

"Brother, they have a spiritual connection to the flying swords. Hitting them is like hitting people!" Chen Nan shouted at Vicious Wolf.

"I also just found out this secret!" Vicious Wolf was full of heroism. He laughed and said, "Today, we brothers will slaughter these self-proclaimed invincible self-cultivator pigs."

"Good!"

Chen Nan's murderous aura soared to the sky. He waved the Rushing Thunder True Hand again and again. The purple-gold palm did not have the slightest fluctuation of True Qi, but it had endless destructive power, constantly smashing the other's flying swords.

The self-cultivator felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

Seeing that six of his flying swords had been smashed by Chen Nan, the self-cultivator hurriedly shouted and made a gesture with his hands. The remaining twelve flying swords instantly merged together with a "clang" sound and became one flying sword.

"Martial artist of the Ninth Layer of Heaven, you really made me angry!"

The self-cultivator glared at Chen Nan with murderous eyes and said, "Today, even if you die, you have enough to be proud!"

"You are the one who should die!"

Chen Nan snorted coldly. The murderous aura on his body seemed to have turned into sharp blades. He stomped on the ground and his body left an afterimage. His speed was extremely fast as he pounced on the cultivator.

"Kill!"

The self-cultivator shouted and the flying sword floating in the air instantly enlarged by ten times.

The 1.5-meter-long sword had grown to a 15-meter-long giant sword, shaking the void. Countless Sword Qi fell down, overflowing with murderous intent, and slashed toward Chen Nan.

Chen Nan was really shocked. This cultivator's flying sword could actually be enlarged!

If this fifteen-meter-long giant sword were to land on his body, he would probably die without even a speck of dust.

"Swish …"

Chen Nan's figure flashed, dodging the giant sword's slash and leaping into the air.

Using the God Slayer's Seven Steps, he stepped into the void and raised his purplish-gold palm up high. Like the hand of death, he attacked the self-cultivator.

However, right at this moment …

"Rumble …"

The giant sword actually changed its direction and slashed toward Chen Nan in the air again.

Chen Nan was now in the air, ready to attack with all his might and kill his opponent. He had no time to dodge the giant sword and could only wave the Rushing Thunder Hand to resist.

"Clang …"

His palm hit the giant sword and the sword shook. Chen Nan's body was pressed down rapidly and fell to the ground.

Chen Nan knew in his heart that as long as he fell to the ground, the giant sword would chop him down. At that time, even if he didn't die, he would be seriously injured. After all, the giant sword still contained the True Qi of that cultivator, and its strength was extremely tyrannical.

"Today, I will break your flying sword. Let's see how you can stop me!"

Chen Nan's cold voice echoed in the sky. The purplish-gold light on his body shone brightly. Like a God of War, he waved his indestructible palm and slapped the giant sword.

"Clang …"

The giant sword trembled slightly, but there was no trace of damage.

Chen Nan was not discouraged. He crazily operated the Mysterious Art in his body and burned his battle blood. His aura continued to rise and his battle intent was monstrous.

Unparalleled martial power was blasted out by him and hit the giant sword again and again. He had no fear in his heart, nor did he have any intention of retreating. There was only an indomitable murderous aura that could swallow mountains and rivers. Every time he slapped down, the power would increase sharply.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang …"

Chen Nan's Rushing Thunder Six Consecutive Strikes hit the giant sword. The cultivator's mind was injured and his face was pale.

He finally had some fear in his heart. This martial artist at the Ninth Heaven of Qi Dao had a fierce aura that he had never seen before. In the past, he had beheaded Tenth Heaven martial artists as easily as chopping melons and vegetables.

But now, facing this Ninth Heaven martial artist, he had a sense of powerlessness from the bottom of his heart.

Could it be that this was the true martial power?

He could not help but think of a legend. In ancient times, martial artists were the strongest cultivation system in the world. The true martial power could sweep away cultivators of the same level.

At that time, martial artists relied on their physical strength. The so-called internal energy was only used to assist in cultivation and temper the body.

But for some unknown reason, the true essence of martial arts was gradually lost, and the warriors gradually declined. What was left were only some pseudo-warriors who specialized in internal energy but did not pay attention to the cultivation of the physical body. This led to the decline of martial arts, and the warriors became ants in the eyes of self-cultivators who could not withstand a single blow.

Could it be that he had inherited the true essence of martial arts?

The more this cultivator thought about it, the more shocked he was. He looked at Chen Nan with a bit of surprise in his eyes.

"Pa …"

At the same time, Chen Nan struck out the third time with the Rushing Thunder Six Consecutive Strikes. A crack appeared on the giant sword.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Chen Nan, with lightning speed, once again struck the same position of the giant sword three times with the Rushing Thunder Hand.

"Crack …"

The giant sword, which was originally fifteen meters long, could no longer withstand Chen Nan's violent attack. With a crisp sound, it completely shattered and turned into countless pieces of iron falling to the ground.

"Puff …"

The giant sword that was connected with the mind was shattered. The cultivator was seriously injured and spat out blood.

He covered his chest and retreated quickly. The moment the giant sword shattered, it was as if a heavy hammer fiercely bombarded his chest. He felt a sharp pain in his chest and felt the threat of death.

"Cultivator's magical weapon is just a pile of scrap copper and iron."

Chen Nan sneered and did not stop. His body shone brightly and he waved his hand toward the cultivator. "Today, I will chop off your head!"

Seeing Chen Nan rushing toward him, the cultivator's face changed greatly.

"Puff …"

He opened his mouth and a golden light rushed out from his mouth. It turned into a giant urn hammer and smashed toward Chen Nan.

"You really have a lot of magical weapons!"

Chen Nan sneered.

The purple-gold palm streaked across the sky and fiercely hit the urn hammer.

After three consecutive hits, the hammer exploded with a "Pa" sound. Chen Nan's power did not change. He strode forward and raised his hand to strike.

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