"White Frost!"
Her voice was like ice and snow, and her sword was like frost, freezing the sky.
A wisp of frosty white sword light shot out like a solid block of ice and slashed towards Holy Son Canggu's fist like a flowing blade.
"Drifting Clouds!"
Lan Yunmiao floated ten meters in the air and a long saber appeared in her hand. There seemed to be white clouds floating on the saber. Her slender hand swept across the saber and the white clouds seemed to come alive from the saber. Each of the white clouds was condensed from saber qi. They looked light and soft, but contained an amazing sharpness.
Many of the white cloud saber qi drifted towards Holy Son Canggu's fist.
Qing Chen also attacked. He shook his arms and the blue lines on his body burned like flames. Then, he rotated his palms and pressed them down. Two terrifying spiral qi forces blasted out, one towards Holy Son Canggu's fist and the other towards Holy Son Canggu himself.
One against three!
A fierce battle broke out.
Boom! Boom!
The white frost shattered and countless frosty Sword Qi shot out. Wherever they passed, the surface of the lake froze into ice. The White Cloud Saber Qi also shattered and turned into wisps of mist that spread out in all directions. Qing Chen's palm was also shattered and scattered with specks of green light. However, the Holy Son Canggu's palm was shattered by the Holy Son Canggu's punch.
Holy Son Canggu was like a god of war. He stood on the surface of the lake, not moving at all. He punched again.
Boom! Boom!
He punched out three times in a row, then another three times, then another three times.
The three punches formed a wave and the terrifying fist force blasted towards the three.
Every punch was the basic move of the Ancient Elysium Fist.
A powerful martial art like the Ancient Elysium Fist would consume a lot of energy every time it was used. However, Holy Son Cang Gu seemed to have an endless supply of energy. He continued to bombard the Ancient Elysium Fist without showing any signs of exhaustion.
The first prerequisite for cultivating the Ancient Elysium Fist was to have enough physical strength and endurance. After cultivating it, one's strength would also increase tremendously.
Facing such a powerful Holy Son Canggu, Qing Chen and the other two felt an indescribable pressure. They found that even if the three of them joined forces, it was no different from not joining forces.
Under Holy Son Canggu's attacks, the three of them could only fight on their own.
The blue waves were vast and mighty, rolling up thousands of layers of waves. Qing Chen and the other two continued to use their trump cards to resist Saint Son Cang Gu's attacks time and time again, looking for opportunities to counterattack. However, their counterattacks were ineffective, and they were all shattered by Saint Son Cang Gu.
"White Dragon!" Bai Qingjue used all of her strength to execute her strongest move.
A strange dragon roar seemed to resound through the Nine Heavens. As the longsword twisted, he became one with the sword. A dragon beast that seemed to be condensed from white frost and ice bared its fangs and brandished its claws as it charged toward the Canggu Holy Son.
Wherever the White Drake passed, frost filled the air and froze the surface of the lake. It was like a path of ice that continued to extend towards the Holy Son of Canggu.
"Heavenly Cloud Shatter!"
Lan Yunyu held the saber in her hand, and her body was surrounded by clouds. She kept rising into the air until she was a hundred meters in the air. Then, she waved her saber, and the clouds moved and condensed into a white cloud that was dozens of meters high. It was as heavy as a mountain, and it crushed toward the Holy Son of Canggu.
Within the white clouds, countless saber Qi slashed back and forth, as if they were going to cut and grind everything into pieces.
It was as if the sky was collapsing.
"Green Flame Sky Slash!"
Both of her hands emitted an intense green flame. As she rubbed her hands together, a pure green flame burst out. The green flame seemed to be a crescent moon that was condensed from flames. It broke through the surface of the lake and slashed toward the Holy Son of Canggu with terrifying strength.
In an instant, the Holy Son of Canggu was facing the strongest attacks from three different sides. Once he was hit by such powerful attacks, he would not be able to gain any advantage. He would be seriously injured and defeated.
Even so, the Holy Son of Canggu had no intention of dodging.
His expression was a little serious, but there was more excitement in his eyes. It was an excitement that came from the bottom of his heart, and his fighting spirit was shocking.
Heavenly Force!
He threw out three punches in a row, and each punch seemed to contain all of his strength. Even though the Holy Son of Canggu had great strength and amazing endurance, he felt like he was about to be drained. His face was slightly pale.
The three punches carried the power of heaven and earth, and they blasted toward the White Dragon, the white cloud, and the Green Flame Crescent Moon.
Everyone knew that this was the crucial moment to determine the victor.
Would the three from the Five Emperors Clans defeat the Holy Son of Canggu?
Or would the Holy Son of Canggu defeat the three of them?
Chen Zong could not help but guess.
Three against one!
Which side would win?
No matter if it was Bai Qingjue, Lan Yunmiao, or Qing Chen, the strength that the three of them had displayed was definitely very strong.
The intense explosion caused the world to lose its color once again. Everyone's ears could no longer hear anything, and there was only black and white in front of their eyes.
This feeling lasted longer than before. It was extremely uncomfortable, but they could not get rid of it.
When the black and white faded, and colors filled the air again, there was an extremely sharp roar in their ears. This strong contrast caused their minds to be shaken, as if they were about to shatter. They were in a daze, and their consciousness was turned upside down.
If someone wanted to kill them at this moment, it would be the best time.
In an instant, Chen Zong got rid of this feeling, and he instantly woke up. However, he was still shocked.
This kind of collision was actually so terrifying.
If he, who was tens of thousands of meters away, had such a feeling, then what kind of impact would the Holy Son of Canggu, Qing Chen, Bai Qingjue, Lan Yunmiao, and the others, who were at the center of it all, be affected?
They did not feel good.
Even if they reacted in an instant and took precautions, it was still very uncomfortable. Their consciousness seemed to be completely twisted and strangled.
When everything returned to normal, Qing Chen, Bai Qingjue, and Lan Yunmiao struggled to stand on the lake. Their faces were frighteningly pale, and their breaths were weak. It was obvious that they did not have the strength to continue fighting.
The Holy Son of Canggu also stood on the lake. His face was pale, and there was a trace of fatigue in his eyes. However, his expression was arrogant, and his aura was constantly fluctuating. He was not as calm as before.
Immediately, the Holy Son of Canggu threw out three more punches.
It was obvious that the power of these three punches was not as powerful as before, but Qing Chen and the others could no longer resist.
Boom! Boom!
The three of them tried their best to resist, but they were still directly sent flying.
One against three!
Victory!
Everyone around was so shocked that they could not breathe.
How powerful was the Holy Son of Canggu?
A series of dragon roars sounded, and four Golden Dragons of Luck appeared.
Then, the Golden Dragon of Luck on the Holy Son of Canggu devoured 10% of the other three Golden Dragons of Luck. Its length directly exceeded 80 feet, reaching an astonishing 86 feet. Its body also became thicker and more majestic.
Looking at the Golden Dragon of Luck that was more than 80 feet long, everyone was shocked.
If no one could defeat the Holy Son of Canggu, perhaps in the end, the Golden Dragon of Luck would be close to 90 feet, or even 90 feet.
Since ancient times, nine was the limit, and 90 feet was even more different.
For a moment, everyone was silent.
"Holy Son of Canggu, you have used too much of your strength. I will not fight you." Yi Qianqiu of the Proud Sword Heavenly Sect walked over with his sword. His gaze seemed to penetrate the void and fell on Chen Zong. "Chen Zong, we are both sword practitioners. Let's fight."
Chen Zong's original intention was to fight the Holy Son of Canggu, but everyone could see that the Holy Son of Canggu had used up a lot of his strength and did not have much combat strength left.
Such a battle would be unfair. Even if he won, there would be no sense of accomplishment.
Therefore, Chen Zong suppressed the battle intent in his heart and waited for the Holy Son of Canggu to recover his strength before challenging him. He did not expect Yi Qianqiu of the Proud Sword Heavenly Sect to appear and challenge him directly.
Yi Qianqiu's meaning was clear. He wanted the Holy Son of Canggu to rest and recover his strength while he fought Chen Zong. After defeating Chen Zong, he would fight the Holy Son of Canggu, who had recovered his strength.
By then, even if the Holy Son of Canggu had not fully recovered, Yi Qianqiu would have used up some of his strength. The battle between the two would be a fair fight.
Before he could suppress his battle intent, Yi Qianqiu had challenged him. Without thinking, Chen Zong stepped out.
The Holy Son of Canggu did not speak. He retreated far away to recover his strength.
Indeed, he had defeated Li Wuji first, then Zi Huan, and finally defeated three strong opponents by himself. He did not have much strength left.
If he fought with Yi Qianqiu again, the outcome would be hard to predict.
No one said anything about the Holy Son of Canggu retreating to recover his strength. No one laughed at him. There was only a kind of respect.
Who could do this?
The crowd was still wondering if the Holy Son of Canggu had used up too much of his strength and whether this intense battle would end there.
Although it was exciting and intense and made the crowd's blood boil, they still felt that it was not enough.
Now, Yi Qianqiu had challenged Chen Zong. Although Chen Zong did not say anything, he had expressed it with his actions.
Yi Qianqiu was a disciple of the Proud Sword Heavenly Sect. He was a sword cultivator and his sword skills were superb. Chen Zong was also a sword cultivator. In the previous two battles, the crowd had seen Chen Zong's superb sword skills.
This battle would be a duel between swords.
When they thought of this, the crowd could not help but feel even more excited.
When things were given a certain meaning, there would often be a sensory change. This kind of change would make people feel more excited.
With a sword in hand, Yi Qianqiu walked step by step towards Chen Zong. Every step he took was like a sharp sword that sliced across the surface of the lake, leaving behind sword scars one after another.
Invisible but sharp sword Qi condensed around Yi Qianqiu's body. It constantly surrounded him and cut through the air, giving off a sharp sound that made people's scalps go numb.
Very pure. This was a very pure sword cultivator.
Chen Zong also walked towards Yi Qianqiu step by step. When he felt the invisible sword Qi condensing around Yi Qianqiu's body and saw the white sword marks under Yi Qianqiu's feet, his eyes lit up.
Before the battle, Chen Zong already knew that Yi Qianqiu was a good opponent. A very good opponent, the best opponent so far. Ever since he had started cultivating, he had risen step by step from when he was very weak. He had encountered many good opponents. However, he had never met one as pure as Yi Qianqiu.
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