The Extreme State, the ultimate path of a warrior.
There was no single path. There were thousands of cultivation methods in the world, and naturally, there were thousands of ways to reach the Extreme State.
Ye Fanchen thought that he had seen a lot, but when he saw Mo Xiaoyu's attack, he realized that he was a frog at the bottom of a well.
There was actually such an Extreme State in the world. Looking at the person who looked exactly like Mo Xiaoyu, except that he was completely white, Ye Fanchen couldn't help but be on high alert.
The materialization of a Martial Soul was Mo Xiaoyu's Extreme State.
Compared to the Snow Land's old Emperor's Dragon Controlling Technique and his Extreme State, Mo Xiaoyu's Extreme State was actually a Martial Soul.
What kind of talent was this? When most people hadn't thoroughly studied their own Martial Souls, this guy had already reached the Extreme State through his Martial Soul.
"Whoosh …"
With a sharp sound, Ye Fanchen quickly raised his Thousand Feather Sword to block the opponent's sword light.
Mo Xiaoyu stood at the side with a smile on his face. He seemed to be very proud of being able to suppress Ye Fanchen with his Martial Soul.
"What a disgusting guy."
Ye Fanchen said indifferently.
Mo Xiaoyu's expression hadn't changed since just now. Ye Fanchen could tell that this guy was the same as his younger brother, Mo Liang. Both of them were psychopaths.
The only difference was that Mo Xiaoyu's strength was far stronger than Mo Liang's.
The Radiant Emperor kept attacking Ye Fanchen. His attack speed was extremely fast, and many times, even Ye Fanchen almost couldn't react in time.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh." The sound of the air breaking never stopped. Mo Xiaoyu's Martial Soul was almost crushing Ye Fanchen.
"Hehe, Qingyun Xian Zun is only so-so. Is this not enough? Are you people from ten thousand years ago all so weak? You've really disappointed me. "
Mo Xiaoyu said.
Ye Fanchen didn't reply. This Radiant Emperor was indeed very strong. With his Purple Mansion Realm cultivation and the support of the Limiteer realm, Ye Fanchen had almost been killed by him on many occasions.
"Tsk, so boring. I thought there would be some fun, but in the end, it's still like this. Too boring."
Seeing that Ye Fanchen didn't even have time to reply, Mo Xiaoyu muttered in dissatisfaction. Then he raised the transparent sword in his hand and charged towards Ye Fanchen.
"Ding ding ding …"
Following the sounds of battle, Yang Wenyu and Chi Yan's battle entered its climax. Both of them were at the peak of the late stage of the Natal Opening Stage, and at this moment, they were locked in battle.
Just as the two of them clenched their teeth and prepared to fight to the death, a loud bang suddenly came from the side. Then, a terrifying airwave instantly blew the two of them far away.
"What happened?"
Redflame stood still and looked suspiciously in the direction where the blast came from.
And when he glanced over, Scarlet Flame's eyes widened.
The white Mo Xiaoyu against the black Ye Fanchen. Beside them, there was another Mo Xiaoyu and Ye Fanchen. Two against two. This strange scene appeared in front of Chi Yan's eyes.
"Damn it, why is it like this?"
Mo Xiaoyu gritted his teeth and said.
At this moment, there was no longer a smile on his face. On the contrary, a sinister expression appeared on his face. He didn't understand why Ye Fanchen's Martial Soul could leave his body to fight. He was clearly not a Purple Mansion Realm cultivator, and he didn't walk the path of the Martial Soul Limiteer.
"Are you surprised? Are you surprised? "
Ye Fanchen looked at Mo Xiaoyu with a mocking expression.
Who did he think he was? Did he really think that he could kill him with just a Martial Soul?
On the other side, in front of Mo Xiaoyu's Radiant Emperor, the Demon God Evil Spirit, who looked exactly like Ye Fanchen, was staring at him with a cold expression. In the Demon God Evil Spirit's hand, there was a longsword that looked like an old tree root in his hand.
Sky Demon Vine. This was the Sky Demon Vine that Ye Fanchen hadn't used for a long time. However, it was different from before when it grew on Ye Fanchen's back. Now, it was completely the sharp sword in the Demon God Evil Spirit's hand.
A sword cultivator should act like a sword cultivator. Ten thousand years ago, Ye Fanchen relied on a sharp sword to kill the entire world.
And now, ten thousand years later, he could also use a sword to kill all his enemies.
With the appearance of the Demon God Evil Spirit, the battle returned to a state of balance.
Radiant Emperor against the Demon God Evil Spirit, Mo Xiaoyu against Ye Fanchen …
In the past, it was said that Ye Fanchen was supreme among sword cultivators. These words were also applicable to Mo Xiaoyu. Mo Xiaoyu, who had been able to crush Ye Fanchen with the Radiant Emperor's speed, could be said to be extremely sullen when fighting Ye Fanchen.
No matter how he attacked, Ye Fanchen could accurately hit the place where he was about to exert force.
What was going on when he couldn't even use his strength in the battle?
Mo Xiaoyu gritted his teeth. His Extreme Realm was the Martial Soul, so even the support-type Radiant Emperor could have terrifying battle strength in his hands.
But even so, in front of Ye Fanchen's Demon God Evil Spirit, his Radiant Emperor couldn't gain an advantage …
Mo Xiaoyu didn't understand. Could it be that Ye Fanchen was the illegitimate child of the heavens? Why did he have the best things? Terrifying talent, extraordinary strength, supreme sword cultivation, and now, he even had a Martial Soul that was comparable to his own Limiteer.
"I don't accept this!"
Mo Xiaoyu gritted his teeth and said.
In his opinion, he should be able to crush Ye Fanchen easily. So what if he was Qingyun Xian Zun? He was just an old man who was past his prime. This era wasn't his era. This era should be called Mo Xiaoyu.
"Great Radiant Slash."
Mo Xiaoyu shouted, and a longsword formed by light that stretched to the sky and couldn't see the end of it appeared in his hand.
This longsword emitted an unparalleled sword intent, as hot as the sun in the sky.
"Go to hell."
Mo Xiaoyu shouted, and then slashed at Ye Fanchen with his sword.
"Autumn Wind, Autumn Frost, Rain, Hundred Deaths, Hundred Lives, Autumn Rain Massacre …!"
Seeing Mo Xiaoyu's attack, Ye Fanchen also slashed out with his sword.
As Ye Fanchen's words fell, the rain falling from the sky instantly condensed into a huge rain sword that slashed at Mo Xiaoyu.
"Boom …"
There was another loud bang and another huge wave. However, the only difference from before was that this huge wave was mixed with extremely pure sword intent.
"Is this your Sword Dao? How hateful. "
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