Tang Ao's clean and efficient battle caused all the martial artists present to stop underestimating him. They began to take Seventeenth Young Master He Lin seriously.
"If you want to fight, hurry up! Don't dilly-dally!" Tang Ao put on his shoes and provoked the disciples behind He Yuanjun.
"Elder, please let me go!" A disciple at the ninth tier of the Body Refining Realm begged Huo Ping. Following that, a few other martial artists at the ninth tier of the Body Refining Realm also requested to fight. There were even one or two martial artists at the peak of the ninth tier of the Body Refining Realm who requested to fight.
He facepalmed and thought for a moment. He pointed at a martial artist in a black robe. "Song Yuanlong, you go. Remember not to be careless. "
"Yes! Elder! " Song Yuanlong jumped out of the spectator stand and landed on the Heaven and Earth Platform. He cupped his fists and bowed to Tang Ao. "Heartless Sect, Song Yuanlong!"
This challenger was much more polite than the previous one. Tang Ao cupped his fists and returned the greeting. "Seven Kills Sect! Tang Ao! Please! "
Song Yuanlong did not dare to be careless. "Ha!" Three life spirits appeared above his head. One was the Dark Spirit Ghost Gate Blade from the fourth tier, one was the Tianze Thin Thread Sword from the seventh tier, and one was the Scarlet Wind Shattering Axe from the tenth tier.
Once the three life spirits appeared, He Yuanjun's face revealed a proud expression. "Hmph. Three weapon type life spirits, all focused on killing. Let's see how you deal with them. "
"Beat him to death!" He Yuanjun could not help but roar. However, he accidentally tore the scar on his face and grimaced in pain.
"Ha!"
Song Yuanlong's legs abruptly exerted force as he charged toward Tang Ao. His Tian Ze Fine Thread Sword was aimed at Tang Ao's lower body, and each of his attacks was exceptionally crafty and vicious. The Dark Spirit Ghost Gate Blade only cared about randomly slashing left and right in front of Tang Ao's chest. As for the Scarlet Wind Shattering Axe that came from the Tenth Layer of Heaven, it was constantly hovering above Tang Ao's head, as if waiting for an opportunity to deal a fatal blow to Tang Ao.
Tang Ao remained calm and collected. He activated Mysterious Centipede Kick, and his legs exploded forward. Song Yuanlong only saw a black shadow flash past him and attack the target in front of him who had lost sight of Tang Ao.
Song Yuanlong's expression immediately changed. "Not good!" He hurriedly commanded the swordsoul to return and defend. Although the Blade Soul and the Axe Soul were powerful, they were not as flexible as the Sword Soul.
"Not bad!" Tang Ao flashed past Song Yuanlong's left side and disappeared again. Tang Ao was only testing Song Yuanlong's reaction speed with that attack just now, and the result was to Tang Ao's satisfaction.
"Take this!" Out of nowhere, Tang Ao's voice resounded once again, causing Song Yuanlong to be startled for a moment. Hastily recalling his Blade Soul and Axe Soul, his imposing aura suddenly rose, causing the surrounding Spiritual Qi to rapidly converge towards Song Yuanlong. As if the sky had darkened, Song Yuanlong's surroundings were filled with a gloomy aura, and from time to time, he could hear the wailing of ghosts and the howling of wolves.
"Ah! Senior Brother Song is going to use the Blood Light Ghost Saber! " A younger disciple behind He Yuanjun shouted excitedly. The other disciples were also excited, waving their tightly clenched fists.
"Hu hu!" "Wu wu!"
Song Yuanlong seemed to have changed into a different person. His eyes were red, and his hair stood on end. From time to time, his body would emit clouds of black mist, and the faint sound of ghosts crying could be heard.
This Blood Light Ghost Saber was a martial technique that Song Yuanlong had specially cultivated to complement the Dark Spirit Ghost Gate Saber. It was also the Life Soul that was most compatible with him. Although it was not as compatible as the Hundred Battle Spear Soul and Tang Ao, he could still use it freely and with ease.
"Ah! Can Young Master Tang win? " On the viewing platform, He Lin was sweating profusely for Tang Ao. He clutched his robes tightly, almost tearing them apart.
Ah Da was also rather anxious. "Hit him! Hit him! Why is he dodging and not fighting back? Hit him! "
Uncle Ding was much calmer. Stroking his white beard, he chuckled and said, "Young Master, don't panic. Although Young Master Tang's fighting style is not elegant, he has yet to reveal his Life Soul. Even a ninth tier Body Refining Realm cultivator like Zhou Ji could not withstand a few of Young Master Tang's moves. Taking down Song Yuanlong is a piece of cake. Young Master, don't be anxious. Just watch in peace. "
After hearing this, He Lin and Ah Da gradually calmed down. They were no longer anxious, and quietly watched the match.
The eldest, He Yuanze, supported his chin and watched the match between Tang Ao and Song Yuanlong with interest. "What cultivation level is this Tang Ao at? Why is he dodging and not attacking?"
Behind him was a martial artist. His aura was restrained and his eyes were sharp. At first glance, one wouldn't be able to tell that he was a Body Refinement Realm expert. He muttered to himself, "Young Master, Tang Ao is like a cat playing with a mouse."
"Oh?" He Yuanze was a little surprised. Life and death on the Universe Ring was in their own hands. This Tang Ao was actually playing a game. "Interesting."
The other young masters were also surprised and curious as they watched the two duels on the stage. In the first match, the disciple's mother could not recognize him. In the second match, he was dodging everywhere, as though he was afraid of Song Yuanlong. No matter how he attacked, he did not fight back.
Fifteen minutes passed just like that. Song Yuanlong was gradually running out of Zhen Yuan, and many beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
On the other hand, Tang Ao was still full of energy. Mystic Centipede Kick carried his figure around the stage, dodging Song Yuanlong's attacks again and again. He even pretended to fight back from time to time to frighten Song Yuanlong.
Song Yuanlong felt bitter in his heart. It was like a fat man who had a sting on his back, but could not scratch it no matter how hard he tried. He had strength but nowhere to exert it, and he could not vent his anger. It was suffocating.
In fact, Tang Ao was testing the effect of Mystic Centipede Kick after mastering it. After fifteen minutes of calculation and verification, Tang Ao had an idea.
"It's time to end this!"
"Bo!"
At the northwest corner of the battlefield, the air suddenly fluctuated, and a bloody smell quickly spread out. Tang Ao's figure gradually appeared, and everyone felt as if they were looking at an ancient battlefield filled with golden spears and armored horses. Banners covered the sun, yellow sand billowed, and a rusty spear body, but the tip of the spear was emitting a cold light, expressing the thirst for battle.
It was the Hundred-battle Spear Soul!
The Hundred-battle Spear Soul materialized above Tang Ao's head and was grabbed by Tang Ao. With a flick of his hand, eight spear flowers appeared and stabbed at Song Yuanlong. It didn't use any fancy moves, nor did it cause the slightest ripple in the air. It just pierced toward Song Yuanlong in such a simple and unadorned manner.
Song Yuanlong's pupils suddenly constricted. The tip of the Hundred-battle Spear Soul grew larger in his eyes, but his feet seemed to be rooted to the ground, unable to move at all. This was a trembling, a fear that came from the depths of his soul binding his body.
The spear tip was like a hot knife through butter. "Bo!" "Bo!" "Bo!" With three sounds, it pierced through the three Weapon-Type Life Souls that automatically protected him. When it was only a centimeter away from his forehead, the spear tip suddenly stopped.
That mountain-toppling momentum disappeared in an instant, as if it had never existed. Only the flying dust told the truth of what had just happened.
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
