On the battlefield, Yi Tian suddenly used the Seven Despair Demonic Sound. Black sound waves were emitted from the Heavenly Curses Demonic Bell. Under Yi Tian's guidance, the sound waves enveloped Zai Fuhong. Zai Fuhong's body began to tremble violently under the influence of the sound waves.
A moment later, Zai Fuhong let out a roar and said in a hoarse voice, "Hiding your head and showing your tail is indeed a secret. I'm afraid your true identity is also a secret."
Yi Tian naturally knew what he was referring to. He shook the Curses Devil Bell even harder, forcing Zai Fuhong to swallow his words. Then, he continued, "I've seen Fellow Daoist Zai Fuhong's mouth, but it's not comparable to your true strength. If this continues, it's better for you to admit defeat. I don't have time to waste on you. "
Then, he flashed behind Zai Fuhong and smashed a golden fist towards the back of Zai Fuhong's head. Under the influence of the Seven Demonic Sounds, Zai Fuhong's body arts were clearly hindered. Zai Fuhong knew he was a combat cultivator, so his adaptability was exceptional. He placed his hands behind his head in an attempt to protect his vitals.
The golden fist looked simple, but it broke through Zai Fuhong's protective shield without a sound, and accurately landed on Zai Fuhong's hands.
Ding! Their fists and palms collided, creating an ear-piercing noise. At the same time, Zai Fuhong, who had been on the defensive, was knocked back ten feet before he could stabilize himself. At this moment, Yi Tian's face was full of disappointment. The move just now seemed ordinary, but it was a perfect combination of the Seven Demonic Sounds and the Fusion Spell.
This opportunity was hard to come by. The next time Zai Fuhong was on guard, he wouldn't have such an opportunity.
Sure enough, after Zai Fuhong received the attack, the spiritual pressure on his body slightly weakened before returning to normal. He turned around and stared at Yi Tian. After sizing him up, he took out a fruit the size of a dragon and stuffed it into his mouth. After chewing a few times, he swallowed it.
Although he didn't know what Yang Kai was doing, Yi Tian had an ominous premonition in his heart. Needless to say, Yang Kai was preparing to use some kind of secret technique.
Qiao Yongjun's voice sounded, "This is a barbarian cultivator's Origin Essence Fruit. After consuming it, you can forcibly raise your cultivation by a level. However, it can only last for ten breaths of time. Brother Yi, be careful."
Hearing this, Yi Tian's face showed an unprecedented solemn expression. Zai Fu's strength has reached the late stage of the Spirit Severing stage. Although he hasn't reached the peak of the Spirit Severing stage yet, after eating the Essence Origin Fruit, he temporarily gained the strength of a Body Integration stage cultivator. In his current state, Zai Fuhong didn't know if Zai Fuhong's next move..
However, Zai Fuhong had fought many Body Integration cultivators. Although he hadn't fought with them, he had experienced the power of their abilities.
After the purple eyes swept over Zai Fuhong, one could see that his spiritual energy was rapidly increasing. His cultivation had directly reached the peak of the Spirit Severing late stage, and he had crossed the threshold in one go.
What surprised him was that Zai Fuhong wasn't in the early Body Integration stage. He was in between the Spirit Severing stage and the Body Integration stage.
He raised his hand and tossed the Heavenly Curses Demonic Bell into the air. He chanted an incantation and urged it to continuously release the Seven Demonic Notes. But this time, he didn't have time to deliberately guide it. He shouted, "Those behind, disperse first. Don't be affected by my indiscriminate attacks."
Qiao Yongjun and the others were shocked when they heard this. They immediately turned around and retreated one kilometer away to stabilize their formation.
As for the barbarians, they also noticed the abnormality. Although they reacted a bit later, they still advanced and retreated in an orderly manner.
At the same time, Yi Tian took out his Taiyuan Wood Sword. He looked at Zai Fuhong and saw that he had completely absorbed the Origin Essence Fruit. Zai Fuhong's skin was red and he couldn't control his spiritual force. Then, he stretched his arms and legs, and his joints made cracking sounds as they collided and rubbed against each other.
Zai Fuhong turned around and sneered, "I'm going to tear off your disguise and see what you're really like."
"Fellow Daoist, you seem to be talking too much. I hope that your performance later won't be as strong as you say." Yi Tian was actually not weak either, so he retorted.
"I definitely won't disappoint you," Zai Fuhong said as his body once again grew three feet taller. Now, his body had grown to a height of 18 feet. Compared to Yi Tian, they were like an adult and a child.
With a flash of grey light, Zai Fuhong moved, leaving behind several afterimages in the air. He appeared in front of Yi Tian. He clenched his fists and punched at Yi Tian's face and chest.
In the face of such a straightforward attack, Yi Tian also knew that he had no way of dodging it. A hint of ruthlessness flashed across his face. He extended his left hand and clenched it into a palm. Gathering the golden Buddhist light, he met the fists that were like raindrops. The Taiyuan Wood Sword in his right hand was ready. After a flash of green light, it exploded in front of the two. Thousands of threads gathered to form a sword of light.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" After a series of continuous crosstalks in the air, the voices of the two were obviously affected by each other's moves.
Yi Tian was forced back 30 feet. Before he could stabilize himself, Zai Fuhong's fists followed. This time, the power of his fists wasn't any weaker than before. Yi Tian was caught off guard and was directly hit.
After a flash of golden light, Zai Fuhong felt as if his fists had hit a hard rock. Although his fists had broken through the barrier, it didn't collapse.
Just as he was feeling puzzled, a golden palm suddenly appeared and grabbed his wrist, forcefully pushing him away. His strength was almost the same as his current state, no, it shouldn't be even stronger.
Yi Tian's true body was revealed. He pushed his Golden Sun Movement Technique to its limit. He reached out and grabbed Zai Fuhong's wrist and pulled. Then, he instantly withdrew the Taiyuan Wood Sword and gathered it in his right hand. He clenched his fist and punched Zai Fuhong's chest.
At the same time, the green sword light emitted a dazzling light. It was as bright as the sun. No one could look directly at it.
With two bangs, the two figures flew back to their camp. Yi Tian said, "Fellow Daoist Zai Fuhong, I've learned a lot. Why don't we call it a draw?"
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