However, some people were not optimistic about it. When Big Jade saw that Ye Kong had taken out another flying sword, she said anxiously, "Young Master, this green jade sword might look hard, but that big guy's body is even harder. Furthermore, he hasn't taken out his weapon yet!"
"What do you think?"
"Why don't we let Dayu help Young Master get rid of this person?"
Ye Kong stood up. "Are you itching for a fight after staying in the spirit beast enclosure for a long time?"
Big Jade blushed when her thoughts were exposed. She mumbled, "Ever since I joined the Cloud Talisman Sect, I've been either watering or weeding or catching insects every day. How can there be a divine beast that specializes in such things? It's embarrassing if others know about it."
"What are you doing? What's wrong with planting flowers, feeding fish, and raising chickens? Girls should cultivate their love like this. If you fight and kill all day long, you won't even be able to find a husband in the future! "Ye Kong sternly educated Luo Lilong, who had just started to understand human relationships. Then he said, "I'll let you do it next time. If I can't even beat a fifth layer Qi Refining cultivator, then I might as well accompany Bai Jie 'er to sell underwear."
"But his body is even harder than thousand-year-old iron essence. I'm afraid that Young Master …"
"Don't worry. No matter how tough he is, can he withstand the Golden Light Hoe?"
Da Yu was speechless. The Golden Light Hoe was an ancient treasure, and the Crescent Bud Slash it unleashed was extremely tyrannical. Even if this big guy's body was forged from ten thousand years old cold iron, he would not be able to withstand the slash.
However, Big Yu was curious. Since the Young Master had the Golden Light Hoe, why didn't he just take it out and hack this fellow?
Ye Kong did not use the Golden Light Hoe because he wanted to use the Shadow Martial Technique to fight Ma Zhaolei. Just like the Spirit Martial Technique, the Shadow Martial Technique was also a cultivation method that used martial arts to enter the Dao. Furthermore, the Shadow Martial Technique had a longer history. Ye Kong did not believe that the Shadow Martial Technique could not defeat the Spirit Martial Technique.
"Fellow Daoist, these are my weapons." Ma Zhaolei raised his hands, and two long sabers with a dark red luster appeared in his hands.
The dark red saber was about 1.5 meters long, but it didn't feel long in Ma Zhaolei's hands. This saber was not very thick and broad. It was even a little like a sword. The blade was long and narrow with a slight curve. The blade was sharp and flashed a bright crimson. The back of the saber was edgeless and black. It was in the shape of a convex and concave cloud.
What was even more surprising was that these two blades were not magic tools, and no one could feel any spiritual power from them. However, when he held the saber in his hand, it emitted a thick killing intent.
"Dao friend, be careful. This is the Fire Cloud Saber that Master specially refined for me." This Ma Zhaolei was really a gentleman. Although he was an enemy, he was constantly reminding the other party.
Ye Kong said with a smile, "Your Master's refining skills are so superb, the weapons he makes must be extraordinary. I won't let my guard down, but I have to remind you that I've also practiced a martial arts technique that isn't inferior to Spirit Martial Arts. You have to be careful! "
The two of them reminded each other. If someone who didn't know what was going on saw them, they would think that the two of them were good friends and were preparing to have a purely friendly spar.
However, when the two of them began to fight, they discovered that this was not a spar at all. This was purely a fight with their lives on the line.
"I'll let you experience the power of Spirit Martial!" Ma Zhaolei gripped the Fire Cloud Saber with both hands. He no longer had the naive look from before. His entire body and eyes were condensed with a strong battle intent, and the killing intent emitted from the saber was even more hair-raising!
"Chaotic Blade Slash!"
Ma Zhaolei used a killer move right from the start. He ran over with large strides, the two sabers in his hands spinning like windmills. Saber Qi crisscrossed, and the saber shadows were as fast as red lightning.
A two-meter-tall brawny man wielding a 1.5-meter-long saber, coupled with the powerful strength of a Spirit Martial, was indeed extraordinary.
On the other hand, Ye Kong was much weaker. His height, strength, and weapon were all inferior to Ma Zhaolei. Da Yu couldn't help but break out in cold sweat for Ye Kong.
"Clang clang clang clang …" The sound of metal clashing could be heard continuously. The Green Jade Sword flashed red from time to time, as if the metal was being tempered, and sparks flew everywhere.
Ye Kong was only defending. Under Ma Zhaolei's storm-like attacks, he didn't even have a chance to stab with his sword.
He couldn't even fight back. I thought you were powerful! Ma Zhaolei thought to himself, a little disappointed.
"Dao friend, I've given you a chance, so don't blame me! You … go to hell! "
Ma Zhaolei roared, and the speed of his saber slashes doubled. From his point of view, this guy was already having a hard time dealing with the speed just now. Now that his speed had doubled, could he still take it?
Wait for me to cut open your Spirit Protective Shield and turn you into pieces!
"Clang clang clang …" Even more intense sounds of metal clashing could be heard. The fallen leaves in the small forest were shaken by the fierce saber Qi. The red saber light was strange and magnificent. Ye Kong couldn't even lift his head. What surprised Ma Zhaolei was that his speed had already reached 80% of his limit, but this kid still managed to take it. He had slashed thousands of times just now, but not a single one of them could touch this kid's Spirit Protective Shield.
One had to know that he had two sabers, while Ye Kong only had one sword!
"Dao friend, you really didn't disappoint me. I'm going to attack with all my strength!" Ma Zhaolei no longer had a kind heart at this moment. He was already angry.
Ye Kong's face was faintly visible under the Spirit Protective Shield, but it could still be seen that he was very calm.
"But you disappoint me. Only relying on brute force to slash randomly, you will always be at a disadvantage!"
Ye Kong's words angered Ma Zhaolei even more. His eyes were bloodshot, and he opened his thick lips and roared, "Even if I use brute force to slash randomly, I can still kill you immortal cultivators who only know how to rely on magic treasures!"
Chaotic Saber Slash! Full speed! The angry Ma Zhaolei raised his strength to the extreme, and the speed of his saber even exceeded his limit by a few times.
The Fire Cloud Saber could no longer be seen. Ma Zhaolei seemed to be holding two balls of red light in his hands. Beside him, those old trees that couldn't even be hugged by one person were cut by this saber Qi. They were cut like tofu, and one by one, they fell to the ground with a loud bang.
Ye Kong finally couldn't resist anymore. His figure flew back one after the other, and Ma Zhaolei followed closely behind.
"Clang clang clang clang …" Ye Kong received the endless attacks while flying at high speed. His feet didn't move, and his body, which was wrapped in a layer of golden light, quickly retreated. As for the barbarian Ma Zhaolei, he was running madly with both feet, and he didn't stop attacking.
Retreat? Let's see where you can retreat to!
You want to exhaust my physical strength? Humph, a Body Cultivator is full of physical strength. You exhausted your strength three times, but I still don't feel tired!
"Bang!" Ye Kong finally couldn't retreat anymore, and his back slammed into a huge tree.
Let's see where you can escape to! Ma Zhaolei felt a burst of joy in his heart.
Ye Kong had been defending the whole time, and he didn't release a single sword strike. It wasn't that he couldn't keep up with Ma Zhaolei's speed, but he wanted to experience Ma Zhaolei's rhythm!
Ye Kong had already mastered the first profound meaning of the Shadow Martial Art, rhythm. Every martial artist's rhythm was fixed. No matter what move he changed, he would always have the same rhythm. Rhythm wasn't the frequency. The frequency could be accelerated or slowed down, but the rhythm was formed by the martial artist through decades of daily practice. It couldn't be changed!
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