"Ai, I didn't expect things to turn out like this. Don't worry, even if you didn't say anything, I would have done my best to kick him out of the Bamboo Grove."
"You want to obtain the inheritance of the Holy Land alone? That's just wishful thinking. The Holy Land belongs to the Slaughter Saint Palace, not you."
Huo Qing also didn't expect the team battle to develop to such a stage. He was very angry at Lao Yihong's attempt and didn't want him to succeed.
Although the Holy Land would open after every stage, there were still many treasures and inheritances inside. Not to mention, the most important inheritance was still unobtained. Huo Qing naturally wouldn't give up this opportunity.
Lao Yihong was also worried that this most important inheritance would be snatched away by others, so he set up a trap. He injured the most threatening Ku Yun and Bi Xian, then dealt with Huo Qing.
In fact, the Holy Land had opened countless times, but this most important inheritance had never been obtained. It was enough to see how harsh the conditions for obtaining the inheritance were.
Even so, every disciple who had the opportunity to enter the Holy Land still wanted to obtain this inheritance. For this, they would do anything.
"It seems that Junior Brother Huo can't wait to fight. Then, the two of you should leave."
Lao Yihong urged again. Seeing this, Bi Xian and Ku Yun could only coldly snort, then took out their talismans and left the Bamboo Grove.
After the two of them left, their remaining two helpers joined Huo Qing's team. In this way, Huo Qing's team had ten people.
Lao Yihong's team had seven people. Although he didn't have the advantage in numbers, his battle strength wasn't any weaker than Huo Qing's team.
"Two Junior Brothers, you two go deal with Junior Brother Huo. Just delay him."
Lao Yihong said to his two Junior Brothers. Although the two of them were in the middle stage of Devil Change, Lao Yihong knew that they couldn't win against Huo Qing, so he only asked them to delay Huo Qing.
"Yes, Senior Brother Kuang."
After the two Junior Brothers agreed, they immediately surrounded Huo Qing. Their auras rose to the peak. It was enough to see how much importance they attached to Huo Qing.
"Fellow Daoists, I'll have to trouble you to deal with those eight people. With your strength, there shouldn't be any problem."
Lao Yihong said to the four people behind him. These four people were the helpers of his team. Three were at the late Devil Transformation realm and one was at the middle Devil Transformation realm. This was more than enough to deal with Cheng Biao's team of eight.
"Don't worry, Brother Ji. No problem."
The four figures also flashed and rushed towards Cheng Biao and the other eight people. Each of them fought one against two without any hesitation.
Huo Qing, Cheng Biao, and the others immediately began to battle with their opponents. The current situation was very clear. It was just a competition between the two sides.
In order to obtain a spot to enter the Holy Land, Huo Qing's two Junior Brothers naturally went all out. They didn't hold back in their attacks against Huo Qing.
They came from the same sect and cultivated the same cultivation technique. The three of them all wielded Devil Swords, releasing a powerful killing intent. They used the same Great Massacre Sword Art.
In truth, Huo Qing's two Junior Brothers had cultivated for far longer than Huo Qing. It was just that their strength was inferior to Huo Qing's, which was why they were called Junior Brothers.
Their cultivation bases were higher than Huo Qing's, and they had cultivated for a long time. They were also more familiar with the Great Massacre Sword Art. So, when the two of them joined forces, they were still able to put up a fight against Huo Qing.
If Huo Qing wanted to defeat his two Junior Brothers, it wouldn't be a simple matter. So, the two sides began to fiercely clash.
As for Cheng Biao's group of eight, other than Wu Hun, the other seven were all at the mid Devil Transformation realm. Against Lao Yihong's four helpers, even though it was two against one, they were still at a disadvantage.
It would only take a bit of time for the eight of them to be defeated. On the entire battlefield, only Luo Ping and Lao Yihong hadn't made a move yet.
"Brat, do you know why I'm personally dealing with you?"
Lao Yihong looked at Luo Ping and calmly asked.
"It's very simple. You're looking for a fight."
Luo Ping faintly smiled in response.
"Hmph, you're still trying to win a battle of words. In a moment, I'll beat you until you can't speak anymore."
"The reason I'm personally dealing with you is because I feel that your battle prowess is even greater than Senior Brother Huo's. I believe that my judgement isn't wrong."
"A person with a higher cultivation talent and battle prowess than Junior Brother Huo's. Naturally, I want to personally test just how strong you are."
Lao Yihong revealed the reason he was personally dealing with Luo Ping. He actually wanted to test just how strong Luo Ping's battle prowess was.
He was very confident in his judgement. He believed that Luo Ping's strength was definitely stronger than Huo Qing's. So, he chose to deal with Luo Ping.
"Hehe, many thanks for the compliment. I also want to see if your reputation as the number one expert of the Slaughter Saint Palace's younger generation is undeserved."
Luo Ping's words came from the bottom of his heart. It was very rare to be able to exchange blows with the number one expert of a first-class Devil Sect's younger generation.
He also wanted to see if there was a gap between him and his opponent. Only by finding his shortcomings in battle could he continuously improve.
"Since that's the case, let's begin."
As soon as Lao Yihong's voice fell, a Devil Sword appeared in his hand. Above the Devil Sword, a thick layer of killing intent was very eye-catching.
With the Devil Sword in his hand, Lao Yihong's figure moved and directly appeared diagonally above Luo Ping. In an instant, he slashed out dozens of times. Each sword light contained an extremely strong killing intent and sword intent.
Under the envelopment of the sword lights, the space around Luo Ping became dark and deathly silent. It was like hell, causing one's body to feel cold and his mind to tremble.
When the sword lights attacked, they had already locked onto Luo Ping. Even if he tried to dodge, it would be difficult. So, he could only choose to face them head-on.
"The Great Massacre Sword Art is indeed terrifying. Just these sword intents not only made my body feel cold, but even my mind was slightly affected. This Lao Yihong's sword art can be considered to have reached perfection."
Luo Ping was quite shocked. Lao Yihong's sword intent could affect his body and mind. It was enough to see how deep his opponent's comprehension of the Great Massacre Sword Art was.
Although he was shocked, Luo Ping was still calm. With a flash of light in his hand, he took out a Devil Sword. This Devil Sword was selected from the storage rings that he had snatched previously. It was more suitable for him to use now.
With the Devil Sword in hand, Luo Ping did not hesitate to use the Kongming Seven Sword Art. Nearly ten thousand powerful sword lights appeared at the same time and met Lao Yihong's sword lights with an invincible momentum.
In order to determine the outcome of the battle with Lao Yihong in the shortest time possible, Luo Ping could only use the Kongming Twelve Sword Art.
Although he was not exceptionally proficient in using the Kongming Seven Sword Art, the killing intent and sword intent contained in the nearly ten thousand sword lights were not weaker than Lao Yihong's.
Moreover, the Kongming Twelve Sword Art was flexible and had many sword moves. It was enough to compete with Lao Yihong's Great Massacre Sword Art.
"This brat's sword art is not weaker than mine. The sword intent that he displayed is also incomparably powerful. He is indeed a strong opponent."
When Lao Yihong saw Luo Ping's attack, he could not help but be secretly surprised.
The sword lights from both sides clashed fiercely in the void. Flowing light scattered and the space was chaotic. The surrounding space was shrouded in dense killing intent. It was filled with the aura of slaughter and extermination.
In such an environment, Luo Ping and Lao Yihong did not have any fluctuations. Without any hesitation, both sides started an intense battle again.
Streaks of sword light flew out from their demonic swords. They constantly converged, collided, and disappeared in the void. All that was left was endless killing intent and a violent spatial storm.
During the battle, Luo Ping had already released the Fire Spirit Divine Light and the Water Spirit Divine Light. He also raised the strength of his physical body to the limit. Only in this way could he guarantee that he could continuously use the Kongming Seven Sword Art.
On the opposite side, Lao Yihong also had a demonic armor on his body. He did not have a physical body like Luo Ping's, so he could only rely on the demonic armor to defend himself.
After all, the sword moves of both sides were exceptionally powerful. Not only did they have to defend against each other's sword light attacks, but they also had to defend against the spatial storm around them.
In a short period of time, the two of them had already exchanged many blows. However, there was still no clear victor. Both of them were anxious about this situation.
In order to end the battle as soon as possible, the two of them had a tacit understanding. They strengthened their attacks at almost the same time, preparing to use their strongest moves to defeat each other.
All of a sudden, a mass of dark green flames was released from Lao Yihong's body, completely enveloping him within.
The moment this dark green flame appeared, the aura of Ji Yihong's entire body suddenly soared, almost increasing by more than three times.
Then, this mass of dark green flames spread all the way to the demonic sword in Lao Yihong's hand. As his demonic sword danced, the sword-light that was released was also enveloped by the flames.
With the addition of this layer of flames, the power of the sword-light increased by a lot. The Massacre Sword Intent became even denser, making Luo Ping, who was fully equipped with defense, feel a chill in his heart.
"Damn, fortunately, my spiritual consciousness is strong. Otherwise, I reckon that I would have knelt down and begged for mercy under this Massacre Sword Intent."
Luo Ping couldn't help but curse as his whole body trembled involuntarily. He had a deep understanding of Lao Yihong's aura and the enhancement of his offensive moves.
"In that case, I'll let you see what a real explosion is."
Luo Ping smiled slightly as his aura also rose. Soon, it rose to a level similar to Lao Yihong's.
He secretly mobilized the spirit energy of the heaven-defying spirit meridian and the True Essence Power of Navel, infusing both into the demonic sword along with his True Inner Force. This instantly increased the power of the Kongming Seven-Joint Sword Technique.
Although this wasn't a battle of life and death, Luo Ping didn't care about the consequences in order to help Huo Qing obtain victory and enter the sacred ground of the Massacre Sacred Palace to try his luck.
With the infusion of the True Essence Power and the spirit energy of the heavens and the earth, Luo Ping's Kongming Seven-Joint Sword Technique also displayed the ethereal sword intent incisively and vividly. This allowed Lao Yihong to relax and the speed of his attacks involuntarily slowed down.
"Not good."
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