High up in the sky, after the fierce battle between Qiao Yongjun and Zai Fuchong, waves of spiritual pressure were stirred up, forcing many cultivators away.
Qiao Yongjun's strength was obvious to all. His strength alone was much stronger than Duan Xiaolou and Hao Ren. To be honest, Yun Lin had no choice but to find him. With Luo Yao's strength, even if he could suppress Qiao Yongjun, there was a limit to his strength. He might need to exchange a hundred moves before he could suppress Qiao Yongjun.
In front of him, Qiao Yongjun did not show the slightest fear as he fought against the advanced Spirit Severing stage cultivator of the barbarian army. After staring for a while, the joy on Yi Tian's face slowly faded and was replaced by deep worry.
Qiao Yongjun's fighting style was also a desperate move. In terms of cultivation, he was still slightly inferior to his opponent. However, the strength of the Asura movement technique was that it could multiply his original strength. But this did have a huge flaw. The consumption of spiritual power in the body would also be twice as much as normal.
In view of this, Yi Tian rarely used it directly in battle. He would only use it when he was in a desperate situation.
This time, the barbarian cultivator slightly underestimated his opponent. He actually clamored for a limit of ten moves, so Qiao Yongjun made the decision to directly meet his opponent head-on. The Asura movement technique could not be used for long in a fierce battle, but now it was used just right.
After the close combat, the two became more and more anxious. It was obvious that they were really angry. But even so, Qiao Yongjun still firmly suppressed his opponent.
After the tenth move, the silver spear in his hand drew an arc of light and deflected the opponent's sword. Then, he retreated out of the battle circle and shouted, "Fellow Daoist Zai Fuchong, ten moves have passed. It seems that you can't do anything to me."
"Hmph, boy, I didn't expect you to still remember this," Zai Fuchong shouted.
"Two armies are fighting in front of the battlefield. Do you want to go back on your words? You should know that there are hundreds of people watching now. Please respect yourself," Qiao Yongjun said with a faint smile.
Zai Fuchong also weighed the pros and cons. It seemed that he could not do anything to his opponent for a while. Although Qiao Yongjun had temporarily lost, it was still a draw. Moreover, judging from Qiao Yongjun's appearance, he seemed to have a card up his sleeve. Who knew what other tricks he had up his sleeve?
With a cold snort, Zai Fuchong turned around and flew toward the barbarian army. When Qiao Yongjun saw this, he sent a voice transmission to the rear and sent another five Deity Transformation cultivators to join the ten that were previously set.
After each side had won a round, the commander of the Barbarian Army, Zai Fu Hong, slowly flew up and looked at Qiao Yongjun before shouting, "Qiao Yongjun, I respect you as a man. How do you plan to fight the third round? In terms of strength, you are far inferior to me. In addition, you only have two Severed Soul Stage cultivators. You have no chance of winning against us. "
"Who said that only two people came? Our Asura Tribe will never fight a battle that we have no confidence in. The people holding the line have already arrived on the battlefield. It's just that you're too blind to see them. "Qiao Yongjun laughed disdainfully.
Hearing this, Zai Fu Hong's expression changed slightly. He carefully looked at the space not far away from Qiao Yongjun and said, "There really is a third person here. However, Fellow Daoist seems to be lacking in sincerity."
A ripple appeared in the air and Yi Tian's voice sounded, "It seems Fellow Daoist's strength is mediocre. I have been waiting here for a long time."
The ordinary words caused the cultivators from both sides to be stunned. The cultivators from the Asura army revealed looks of joy. They did not expect that there would be experts following them this time. It would appear that the outcome of this final battle would be hard to predict.
As for the Barbarian Race cultivators, they all turned to look at Yi Tian's projection. However, no matter how hard they tried, they were unable to see his true body.
Zai Fu Hong also looked at him with a dignified expression and said, "You are hiding your head but not daring to show your true face. It seems there is a problem with your identity."
"What? Fellow Daoist, are you afraid? It seems the Barbarian Race cultivators are only so-so." Yi Tian's calm voice didn't reveal any emotions. He then said, "Let's end this battle quickly. There may be traces of the Asura Tribe and the Barbarian Race in the ruins below. It would be best to send people out as soon as possible."
Zai Fu Hong's expression tightened and he said angrily, "Fellow Daoist doesn't seem to follow the rules. You didn't ask for my tribe's permission and went ahead to check the treasures below."
"The rules are set by the strong. I'm already giving you face by not letting your Barbarian Race cultivators leave." Yi Tian said with disdain, "Since Fellow Daoist Zai Fu is dissatisfied, then as long as you can beat me by half a move, I'll let you go."
"As you wish." Zai Fuhong quickly mobilized his spirit power and his body swelled up. He shot forward like an arrow.
This wasn't the first time Yi Tian had encountered such a situation. When the two sides faced off, he only put on an aura concealing cloak to conceal his presence. At the same time, he used the Thousand Faces Technique to hide his true appearance. He was afraid that others would see through him.
But when it came to the real battle, he couldn't care less. Zai Fu Hong was clearly going to use his Barbarian Race talent to suppress him.
A golden halo spread out from his body and Yi Tian's figure disappeared, leaving behind only an afterimage. At the same time, he reappeared in front of Zai Fu Hong and reached out to grab his fists. With a creaking sound that sounded like metal rubbing against each other, the two figures separated from each other in the air after crossing each other.
Zai Fu Hong's face showed an unprecedented seriousness and he shouted, "Fine, let me see what you're capable of."
After putting on the gloves, Zai Fuhong's figure flashed again. The muscles on his body swelled up, and he grew two feet taller, appearing like a mountain of flesh in front of everyone.
After snapping his fingers several times in the air, Yi Tian raised his hand to block in front of him. Formless sonic booms forced him to retreat more than ten meters.
Zai Fu Hong's voice sounded again, "It seems Fellow Daoist's strength isn't that great. You can't even deal with my sonic boom. I'm afraid you're too arrogant."
Without waiting for him to finish, a black sound wave enveloped Yi Tian's head. There was no need for him to fight with such a big fool. Yi Tian already had a plan in mind. He had plenty of ways to deal with a barbarian cultivator like Zai Fuhong. But in order to fool others, he didn't want to use his old tricks.
He took out the Heavenly Curses Devil Bell and quickly shook it. Waves of Seven Demonic Notes spread out and attacked Zai Fu Hong's soul. Barbarian cultivators focused on cultivating the physical body, but they didn't care much about the secret arts of the soul. When the Seven Demonic Notes spread out, not only did Zai Fuhong's body tremble slightly, even the barbarian army behind him was affected.
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