When the crowd saw that Feng Haiyang could not even suppress the Demon Sealing Sacrificial Ritual of Absolute Yang, they knew how powerful this ritual was. They all felt a chill down their spines, and fear grew in their hearts. Only a dozen or so people remained calm and unmoved.
Zhang Boyan smiled and shook his head, "That Zhenren Yu from Huanzhen Temple is courageous, but his luck is not that good. His fellow disciple has already used this technique. My Martial Nephew saw it and must be prepared. Why would he give him another chance? Moreover, he was too hasty in his actions. If he could have calmed himself down and investigated a little before he made his move, he wouldn't have lost his life. "
Zhang Yan smiled and nodded in agreement.
The Illusory Water of Ten Thousand Spirits was a combination of mana. The waves of ink that everyone saw were just an external appearance and not the real thing. Feng Haiyang looked like he was still in the same place but he had already left the circle. He was just using the technique of substituting himself with a demon.
This technique was not without flaws. If that Zhenren Yu had opened the Interior Huanzhen Dharma Eye and observed carefully, he would have been able to see the flaws.
The key was that Feng Haiyang chose the perfect time to retreat. It happened to be the moment when Zhenren Yu broke into the Upstanding Qi.
At that time, the cultivator with the surname Yu finally broke in. Seeing that his opponent was still there, he did not bother to observe and immediately performed the Sacrificial Ritual of Demon Sealing. “”
"Look!"
Zhang Yan looked at Feng Haiyang from afar. He seemed to be deep in thought.
From this battle, although this person's cultivation was more profound than most of the disciples here, he was not careless when facing an opponent weaker than him. He was also not willing to put himself in danger. It was obvious that he was a very calm and cautious person.
Yang Bi saw that the cultivator risked his life. Although he admired him, he did not agree with him.
If it was him, he would not do it even if there was a chance to perish together.
It was not easy for a cultivator to reach the state of Yuanying. He did not desire to ascend to Dao but he wanted to enter the state of Grotto-Heaven. He would not easily lose his life here.
He shook his head. Stepping on a cloud, he stepped out from the side and bowed. He bowed and said, "Zhenren Feng, I am here to ask for advice."
Feng Haiyang returned the gesture politely and said with a smile, "Please enlighten me, Sage Yang."
The spectators on both sides of the river couldn't help but get excited. Yuan Yang Sect was different from Huanzhen Sect. In terms of prestige, they were second only to the Shaoqing, Qincang, and Yuxiao sects. Their disciples were also outstanding. It was hard to say who would win and who would lose in this battle.
Yang Bi's expression was solemn. Feng Haiyang's methods were treacherous and his cultivation was profound. Faced with such a powerful enemy, Yang Bi did not dare to be careless. After bowing, he retreated far away and took out an octagonal sword disc made of gold and copper, which was suspended above his head.
The object was about a foot in length and width, and no thicker than a finger. There were patterns of the stars, the sun, and the moon on it, and there were also mysterious crisscrossing trajectories in between. It spun slowly in the sky, buzzing incessantly.
The moment it came out, there was a continuous flow of golden Qi coming down from the disc. It was extremely sharp, and it cut the demons that got close to it into pieces.
He shouted softly and made a gesture to activate the sword disc. Then, he pointed forward. As the treasure spun, thousands of sword gleams exploded. The sky was instantly covered by countless bright gleams. The golden gleams were so bright that people couldn't open their eyes.
The sword gleams were formed by the Geng Xin Metal Qi. At Yang Bi's level of cultivation, he had already refined it. It was condensed, and it was not afraid of the filth of the tribulation water. At this moment, it was released after a long time. When it charged over, it easily cut the demons and cut through the atmosphere. It was simply unstoppable.
His attack crossed thousands of feet, and the sword Qi made a whistling sound. Its aura was shocking, and it looked like it was going to cut Feng Haiyang into two. Everyone in the gorge was looking at it.
Zhang Yan took a closer look and suddenly said, "This Zhenren Yang hasn't even entered the battle yet, and he has already lost his desire to win. This battle is definitely not going to end well."
Zhang Boyan had fought many times with the disciples of the Primal Yang Sword Sect, and had even killed a Nascent Soul Daoist Master from the sect in a small world. Therefore, he knew the ins and outs of this sect very well. Therefore, he agreed with Zhang Boyan's words. He glanced at Yang Bi, sneered and said, "What Manor Head said makes sense. Although this Yang Bi's magical power is pure and refined, he is too focused on self-preservation. There is no way he can defeat Martial Nephew Feng.
The swordsmanship of Yuan Yang Sword Sect was based on using the almost endless Geng Xin Sword Qi to launch continuous attacks. It could suppress the opponent in the whole battlefield and make them unable to breathe. At the same time, it could also ambush the opponent and take advantage of the moment when the opponent was tired and relaxed to launch a sudden attack.
Therefore, once the disciples of this sect launched their swordsmanship, they didn't need to defend at all.
Yang Bi's attack seemed to be very powerful, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that he didn't have any other moves to follow up. It was obvious that he was very focused on protecting himself.
Although it was understandable for him to do so, he had given up his own strength. At the end of the battle, the best result would be a stalemate.
Feng Hai Yang saw the Sword Qi approaching him like a hurricane, but he didn't panic. He raised his hand and pointed his finger. A flag rose from the tribulation water and blocked in front of him.
There was a demon that kept twisting on the flag. The demon had a horn on its head, and it had hands and feet. Its body was covered with scales, and it had a tail. As soon as it appeared, it opened its mouth and sucked hard, creating a whirlpool. There seemed to be colorful stardust rolling in the whirlpool. When the Gold Qi came over, it couldn't help but be attracted by the whirlpool. It was sucked into the bottomless stomach of the demon along with the whirlpool.
However, as it swallowed more and more Sword Qi, the black scales of the demonic creature began to turn golden for some reason.
Its limbs were originally agile, but in the end, it stopped moving. When the Sword Qi was gone, there were a few cracking sounds and it broke into countless pieces of gold. They fell from the flag and shattered on the ground.
The black flag also turned white. It seemed that the Spiritual Qi had dissipated. It shook a little and sank back into the tribulation water.
At the same time, Feng Hai Yang gently waved his sleeve, and a large number of demons surged out from the Tribulation Water beneath his feet. There were more than a thousand of them, and after they flew into the air, they spread out in all directions and charged toward Yang Bi while howling.
Yang Bi saw that his attack was easily blocked, but he wasn't in a hurry. He wanted to attack again, but when he saw what was happening, his expression changed.
He had slashed at these demons dozens of times before, but he only managed to kill one or two of them. He had some confidence in blocking a hundred of them, but if there were more than a thousand of them, not only would he be suppressed to the point where he couldn't move, but he would also be blocked off from the front and back.
When cultivators fought, if one stood in one place and didn't move, they would be courting death. Therefore, he had no choice but to dodge.
He immediately turned into a sword light and rushed to another place with his body.
While he was flying, he didn't forget to send out more than a hundred Sword Qi. They charged into the group of demons that were chasing after him and broke them into pieces. It took a while for them to reform.
However, these demons didn't just charge forward recklessly. Instead, they split into hundreds of groups and attacked from different directions.
Because of that, Yang Bi had no choice but to deal with them. After he destroyed one group, there would be another group that didn't fear death.
As long as he stayed where he was for a while, groups of demons would gather. It seemed that the more he fought, the more demons would gather. Helplessly, he could only fly away and didn't have time to attack Feng Haiyang anymore. Everyone could see that he was at a disadvantage.
But it wasn't because he wasn't strong enough. First, he didn't want to defeat his opponent. Second, the Yuan Yang Sect's cultivation methods and divine abilities could only be used when they had the upper hand. His retreat at the beginning meant that he had lost the upper hand.
Huo Xuan, who was watching the battle from the peak, suddenly shook his head and said, "You don't have the will to fight. Why are you still holding on? Why don't you retreat now? "
He could see that although Yang Bi's cultivation wasn't weak, he didn't want to use his full strength. He didn't retreat now because he cared about his face.
Zhong Muqing pondered for a while and said, "Since Yang Bi doesn't want to fight for this talisman, if the Yuan Yang Sect's disciple wants to go to the Extreme Heaven, he must get one from me. Currently, there are still two talismans in the Devil Sects that haven't been surrendered. One is the Netherworld Spring Sect, and the other is the Huncheng Sect. He will probably avoid Feng Haiyang and target Huncheng Sect."
Huo Xuan thought for a while and said, "I will get the one from the Netherworld Spring Sect. As for the one from the Huncheng Sect, let him fight with Zhou Huang."
Yang Bi had been entangled by the demons for a long time, but he was a Yuan Yang Sect disciple after all. He always had a way to deal with them. He took out a handful of golden Qi from his sleeve and threw it.
The Qi flew very fast. After it was thrown into the air, it immediately spread out and rolled like clouds. It was divided into dozens of balls. The big ones were hundreds of feet long, and the small ones were only a foot long. In a breath's time, they had spread to a radius of ten miles. Each ball was covered by a golden light and dazzled the eyes.
If one were to look up from the ground, they would see that although it was scattered, it had trapped all the demons within it.
Yang Bi wanted to use the golden clouds to set up a sword formation. He didn't want to kill them, but only wanted to trap them inside. Only then could he turn around and fight Feng Haiyang.
Feng Haiyang smiled playfully. He lightly stepped on the ground, and the tribulation water suddenly surged again. Thousands of demons appeared again, but this time, they didn't drive them out. Instead, they restrained them. He said with a smile, "Zhenren Yang, since you don't want to fight, why do you need to waste your time here?"
Yang Bi was embarrassed by his words. Seeing so many demons appearing in front of him, he couldn't help but be shocked. He thought, "If I don't use my natal magic sword, it will be hard to defeat this person. But it's not the time to risk my life yet. Why don't I retreat first?"
Although he had a lot of tricks up his sleeves, to deal with Feng Haiyang, he used the Natal Killing Sword that he had cultivated diligently. As the sword flew, it flashed like lightning. There was no need for it to hit the enemy. As long as it touched the enemy's aura, it would follow the aura and slash. If there was no way to break it, the enemy would definitely be killed.
However, if the slash did not hit the enemy, or if it was broken by the enemy, half of the cultivation that he had cultivated would be destroyed. Therefore, although the power of the sword was extraordinary, he didn't dare to attack it recklessly.
His Taoist companion, Zhu Xin, also had one. If the two of them used it together, the power of the sword would increase by a few folds. Therefore, to him, it was not worth it to fight Feng Haiyang with his life here. When he reached the Highest Heaven, there was no such one-on-one rule, then he could fight freely.
Thinking about this, he felt that it would be a joke if he continued to fight. Therefore, he kept the sword board and abandoned the talisman. He turned into a sword gleam and returned to the peak.
When Feng Haiyang saw him leaving, he calmly waved his sleeves and kept the three talismans in the sky. He stepped on the tribulation water and returned to the demonic clouds.
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(To be continued.)
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