Now that he knew how powerful the Sword of Will was, Mo Wen's expression became much more solemn. He had underestimated Jiang Quanfu previously. If he was very proficient in using the Sword of Will, it would most likely be a fatal threat to him. After all, the things of the Immortal Cultivators were too lethal to the ancient martial art practitioners.
"Flying Spirit Sword, slash!"
Jiang Quanfu shouted in a low voice. His eyes suddenly shot out a ball of light. The next moment, the long sword in his hand suddenly flew up and floated in mid-air. The next moment, it suddenly disappeared from its original spot.
In the blink of an eye, a long sword silently appeared in Mo Wen's body, which was a hundred meters away. The sword slashed down ferociously.
A beam of white light poured down and instantly enveloped Mo Wen. The long sword seemed to have transcended the limits of time and space, appearing in front of Mo Wen in an instant.
Mo Wen squinted his eyes slightly. His body was slightly tense. It was indeed the feeling of the Sword of Will. The long sword had yet to reach his body, but a terrifying pressure had already descended. The pressure from the highly condensed will was almost comparable to the pressure of the pinnacle of the Embryonic Breathing realm.
In an instant, Mo Wen's body felt like it was being pressed by a small mountain, and his body stiffened. The Flying Spirit Sword was as fast as lightning, arriving in the blink of an eye.
If a normal person encountered such a sword, he would most likely be beheaded in the blink of an eye. Before he died, he would be immersed in the terrifying suppression of the will and would never be able to react.
The corner of Jiang Quanfu's mouth curled into a cruel smile. No matter how high Mo Wen's Cultivation of Inner Qi was, he was ultimately not in the Embryonic Breathing realm. In terms of overall quality, he definitely could not be compared to an ancient martial arts practitioner in the Embryonic Breathing realm.
His Flying Spirit Sword was the Dafang Sect's magnum opus. Back then, the five founders of the Dafang Sect had obtained an exceptional martial arts teaching from a mysterious place. Its level was comparable to an Absolute Rank martial arts teaching, or even better. Only people in the Embryonic Breathing realm could practice it.
For many years, the Dafang Sect had been hiding the Flying Spirit Sword. Very few people knew about it. Even the sect leader of the Dafang Sect did not know the practice method of the Flying Spirit Sword. This was because only those who had become the Dafang Sect's Sect Grand Elder and had the Cultivation of the Embryonic Breathing realm could practice this magnum opus.
Once the Flying Spirit Sword was unleashed, it would have a frightening lethality to ancient martial arts practitioners in the Embryonic Breathing realm, and it could even be a fatal threat.
Mo Wen was just a dabbler in the Embryonic Breathing realm. He didn't believe that he could dodge the attack of the Flying Spirit Sword.
After knowing that Jiang Quanfu was using the Sword of Will, Mo Wen was completely focused. The moment the Flying Sword slashed down, his eyes shone brightly. Suddenly, a shapeless ripple seemed to collide with the Flying Sword, causing the Flying Sword to pause momentarily.
Taking advantage of that moment, Mo Wen's silhouette swayed and disappeared from his original spot. With a few flashes, he appeared tens of meters away.
Almost at the same time, the flying sword flashed down and swept past his previous position, splitting his afterimage into two.
"He dodged it!"
Jiang Quanfu's eyes widened in shock. He had thought that one strike would be enough to deal with that brat, but he didn't expect that the brat would be able to dodge it in an instant.
How could that be possible?
How could Jiang Quanfu, who was practicing the Sword of Will, not understand that his Flying Spirit Sword was almost a martial art that couldn't be dodged? Once the thought of dodging arose in one's heart, one would definitely die under the Flying Spirit Sword. This was also the scariest part of the Flying Spirit Sword.
After all, the speed of a human body couldn't possibly be faster than his Flying Spirit Sword. When encountering the Flying Spirit Sword, dodging was a fatal mistake.
Those who didn't dodge and fought with the Flying Spirit Sword head-on were, on the contrary, less likely to die and could luckily survive the attack of the Flying Spirit Sword.
It was the first time that Jiang Quanfu saw someone who could dodge the Flying Spirit Sword. Moreover, it was done by a youth. That was something that even an absolute strong practitioner at the pinnacle of the Embryonic Breathing realm couldn't do.
"How did you do it?"
Jiang Quanfu looked at Mo Wen in shock and doubt. He really didn't understand how Mo Wen managed to do it in an instant. Dodging the attack of the Flying Spirit Sword was something that he knew was almost impossible.
If his elder brother, Jiang Quangui, had used the Flying Spirit Sword on him, and he had chosen to dodge, it would definitely be a dead end. There was no other possibility.
"Country bumpkin!"
A hundred meters away, Mo Wen rolled his eyes. He originally thought that since Jiang Quanfu could practice the Sword of Will, he would have some understanding of it. However, he didn't expect that he was still at the level of a layman.
Under normal circumstances, it was indeed impossible to dodge the Sword of Will. An ancient martial art practitioner in the beginning stage of the Embryonic Breathing realm could use his will to control the speed of the Flying Spirit Sword, which was comparable to an ancient martial art practitioner in the Golden Elixir realm. If an ancient martial art practitioner in the Golden Elixir realm used the Sword of Will, the speed would be even more terrifying.
However, who would let the Sword of Will attack under "normal" circumstances? The way to deal with the Sword of Will was usually to use one's own will to interfere with the will of the Flying Spirit Sword. Once the will was disturbed, regardless of speed or attack power, it would be greatly reduced.
If the power of will was strong enough, it could even rely on the interference of the will to directly remove the opponent's will that was attached to the Flying Spirit Sword and cut off the opponent's control of the Flying Spirit Sword. One could even control the opponent's Flying Spirit Sword and eliminate the opponent effortlessly.
After all, the Sword of Will was not the Flying Spirit Sword in the hands of an Immortal Cultivator. It was just controlling the sword with the will, and there was almost no guarantee. Whoever had the stronger will would win the other party.
Only the Flying Spirit Sword in the hands of an Immortal Cultivator would not have this drawback. This was because the Flying Spirit Sword in the hands of an Immortal Cultivator was a specially made Flying Spirit Sword that had been refined by the Immortals. The Flying Spirit Imprint was branded on the Flying Spirit Sword so that it recognized its owner and could be controlled as freely as one's own arm. Thus, it was difficult for the enemy to take away the Flying Spirit Sword.
Just now, in the instant when the Flying Spirit Sword was about to land, Mo Wen used his will to interfere with the Flying Spirit Sword, causing it to stop for a moment. Then, he pulled himself out and retreated. Jiang Quanfu actually didn't notice this detail, or it could be said that he didn't even know that the Sword of Will could interfere with such a conventional method.
Mo Wen found it a little funny. His knowledge was so limited, and he didn't even understand the martial arts that he practiced. He really couldn't understand how he practiced the Sword of Will. Under normal circumstances, people who practiced the Sword of Will would have a few methods to prevent the enemy's will from interfering, so as to ensure the lethality of the Flying Spirit Sword. Now, it seemed that Jiang Quanfu didn't have such a brilliant method at all.
Mo Wen's heart relaxed. Jiang Quanfu's Sword of Will might not be as difficult to deal with as he had imagined.
"You dare to scold me."
Not only did Mo Wen not answer his question, he even dared to call him a country bumpkin. Jiang Quanfu was instantly enraged. With a flash, he chased after Mo Wen. At the same time, he concentrated and controlled the Flying Spirit Sword to fly towards Mo Wen.
The corner of Mo Wen's mouth curled into a playful smile. He didn't meet Jiang Quanfu head on. Instead, he displayed the Inch Travel Steps and continuously dodged, maintaining a distance between him and Jiang Quanfu.
Jiang Quanfu's expression was cold. He displayed his Qinggong to the limit and constantly chased after Mo Wen, looking for an opportunity to attack Mo Wen with the Flying Spirit Sword.
However, every time he attacked, the distance between him and Mo Wen was within 50 meters. Only then would he attack instantly.
However, it was a pity that no matter how he commanded the Flying Spirit Sword to attack, it didn't cause any damage to Mo Wen. Every time, Mo Wen could escape from his Flying Spirit Sword, almost without exception.
Jiang Quanfu's heart was a little crazy. He chased after Mo Wen with all his might. He didn't understand why Mo Wen could dodge the Flying Spirit Sword, which was said to be unavoidable, time and time again. Moreover, it looked as though it was so easy and effortless.
The Flying Spirit Sword's practice requirements were very high. The conditions to use it were also very high. Every time he used the Flying Spirit Sword, it would consume a lot of his energy. After seven or eight swords, even with his Cultivation, he felt that his mind was empty. His energy was draining crazily, and cold sweat started to appear on his forehead.
If he still couldn't kill Mo Wen, he was afraid that he wouldn't have the ability to attack again.
"The attack range is within 50 meters."
Mo Wen's feet moved slightly and he dodged Jiang Quanfu's sword. The corner of his mouth curled into a smile. It turned out that the attack range of the Flying Sword was less than 50 meters. He had indeed overestimated Jiang Quanfu. The Sword of Will that he had practiced was most likely just a half-baked thing.
"Little brat, don't dodge if you have the guts! Fight with me for 300 rounds. "
Jiang Quanfu couldn't attack Mo Wen at all. He was furious. Since when did he have to be so down and out to deal with a junior? Moreover, he was using the sect's guarding martial arts, the Flying Spirit Sword.
In his lifetime, Jiang Quanfu had never been so aggrieved. The lad's Qinggong attainments were a little too high. Even the Flying Spirit Sword couldn't hit him. If he used other martial arts, wouldn't he be unable to hit him?
"Old tortoise, what can you do to me if I don't dodge?"
Mo Wen had tested Jiang Quanfu's level, so he really didn't dodge anymore. He just stood there blankly.
"Lad, die for me."
When Jiang Quanfu saw this, he was delighted. He tried his best to activate the Flying Spirit Sword and slashed at Mo Wen fiercely. In an instant, he had covered a distance of tens of meters.
Mo Wen stood there calmly, as though he didn't see the sword light that flashed towards him. In an instant, it appeared in front of him.
But almost in an instant, Mo Wen's eyes exploded with a glaring golden light. The aura on his body instantly increased. That terrifying aura was cold and overbearing, like a cold-blooded emperor.
At that moment, the pressure that Mo Wen emitted seemed to have exceeded the beginning stage of the Embryonic Breathing realm. It was comparable to the terrifying pressure of the intermediate stage of the Embryonic Breathing realm.
In the instant that the pressure appeared, the Flying Spirit Sword that was flashing towards him suddenly stopped. This time, it stopped for an exceptionally long time. Even Jiang Quanfu felt that something was wrong.
Mo Wen let out a long whistle and leaped up. That sound seemed to contain the roar of a dragon and the howl of the wind. It reverberated in the air for a long time and didn't dissipate.
In the distance, those preliminary participants who were getting further and further away from the battle circle, which was more than 500 meters away, were all covering their ears and squatting down in pain. Some of the people with lower Cultivation were rolling on the ground, as though they were in unbearable pain.
The Flying Spirit Sword that was floating in mid-air was affected by the shapeless sound wave. It let out a sad ring and strangely stopped in mid-air.
Mo Wen's figure flashed and appeared in front of the Flying Spirit Sword. He grabbed the Flying Spirit Sword in his hand. (To be continued.)
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