The demonic cultivator's sudden attack startled Yi Tian. Fortunately, he had already prepared for it. With that thought, he had already prepared his attack. Yi Tian raised his right hand and summoned the Taiyuan Sword. With a shake of his hand, he destroyed the incoming sword light.
With a solemn expression, he opened his mouth and said sternly, "Senior Martial Brother, are you testing my strength?"
The demonic cultivator raised his head and laughed. "Wise King's Holy Son, you're bold indeed. You dared to take the risk and explore the ruins personally."
Yi Tian replied calmly, "Senior Brother, don't talk nonsense. This clone of mine is just modeled after the Wise King's Holy Son."
The demonic cultivator glanced at him with disdain and said, "Holy Son, stop pretending. Although the Thousand Spirit Abyss is from the same sect as me, they're the main branch of the sect and have been at odds with me for a long time. Usually, when we meet, they'll just call me 'Senior Brother' perfunctorily, but behind my back, they'll try to sabotage me. How could they be as respectful as the Holy Son to set a trap for me?"
At this point, Yi Tian felt a chill in his heart. So there was such a thing between the two of them. He had not taken their relationship into account.
He turned around and saw that the demonic cultivator did not have a trace of fear on his face. He knew that things were not good. The other party had probably seen through his trick long ago. Since he dared to come, it meant that he had nothing to fear.
Indeed, the older the ginger, the spicier it was. This He Weiming lived in seclusion and was not as famous as the Thousand Spirit Abyss in Middle Ground. However, in terms of decisiveness, he was much better than the Thousand Spirit Abyss.
After slowly putting away the Taiyuan Sword, Yi Tian asked, "Fellow He, this isn't the first time we've met, right? The one we met at the Demonic Dragon Sect's headquarters was your main body, right?"
He Weiming's clone spat and said, "I don't know what my main body is doing, but from the looks of it, it should be him that you met."
"It seems that this clone of yours has developed its own consciousness and wants to replace you. Why don't we have a talk?" Yi Tian asked.
He Weiming sneered and replied, "We can talk, but first we have to see if you have the qualifications to talk." After saying that, the spirit sword in his hand shot out again. This time, the sword light was mixed with traces of black electric light. His hand shook and instantly attacked Yi Tian again.
Just now, Yi Tian was able to escape unscathed from his sneak attack. Now that he was prepared, he should be even more prepared. Yi Tian used his Spiritual Sense to detect the movement of his opponent's hand. He immediately executed an escape technique and flew into the air. His hands quickly formed a seal in front of his chest. He pointed at the ground below and shouted, "Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation, seal!"
With the valley as the center, a series of runes suddenly appeared on the ground. Within three breaths of time, the runes had sealed off the entire area within a radius of one kilometer.
A moment later, the black sword light pierced through the air and pierced towards his back. Yi Tian's face darkened and he once again used the Taiyuan Sword. A green light flashed in his hand and directly blocked the black light.
Seeing this, He Weiming revealed a look of understanding and said, "I didn't think that the Holy Son would be able to use my Thousand Spirit Sect's unique skill to such an extent. I'm afraid that within the sect, only the main body of the Thousand Spirit Abyss and I can suppress you."
Yi Tian disapprovingly said, "You flatter me, Fellow Daoist He. Just now, Lin Jianxin lost to me in a duel of swordsmanship. Don't you know how to put yourself in his shoes?"
He Weiming used his Spiritual Sense to scan the surroundings and saw that the space created by the formation had already completely sealed off the area. The amount of spiritual Qi that could be mobilized could be counted on one's fingers. He could only rely on his own spiritual Qi to maintain the spell. How could he not lose?
After sighing, He Weiming slowly said, "If the Holy Son wants to talk, then wait until you take the next two moves."
Yi Tian raised his eyebrows. He didn't know where He Weiming's confidence came from. Even in such a dangerous situation, He Weiming could still be so calm and composed. His ability to maintain his composure and shrewdness were not just a little bit better than Yi Tian's.
He thought to himself, If I don't beat him into submission, then this matter will be difficult to resolve. He simply steeled his heart and directly held the Taiyuan Sword in his hand, waiting to see what tricks He Weiming would use.
He Weiming saw that Yi Tian was ignoring him, but he didn't appear angry. He just slowly waved the spiritual sword in his hand. Just now, he had used a shocking sword attack. Although it was only half the power of the main body, it had been easily neutralized. He Weiming was a little moved.
At that moment, Yi Tian, who was in the air, didn't relax at all. Instead, he became more and more serious. He Weiming's sword qi threads were clearly much more advanced than the Thousand Spirit Abyss.
The layman just watched for the show, while the expert saw the skill. Although He Weiming's sword moves were slowly released, the entire sword move was combined into one. The tens of thousands of sword qi threads actually condensed into a sword light once again. Yi Tian grumbled bitterly in his heart. Compared to the meteor-filled sky from before, the momentum of this move was not just a little bit weaker, but the power of this move was not as simple as one plus one equals two.
Knowing that he couldn't pass this stage without using some real skills, Yi Tian also took out the Taiyuan Sword and used sword qi threads. He also copied He Weiming's method of breaking the sword qi threads into pieces. There was a faint golden light in the green sword qi threads. Then, it became brighter and brighter, completely enveloping the original green sword qi.
He Weiming, who was below, was also surprised. He blurted out, "I didn't expect the Wise King Holy Son to have practiced the Buddhist secret technique. You have to know that the Wisdom King Holy Son is the most profound technique in the world. Even if you practice it to a small success level, the power of the move will be greatly increased. I wonder if there will be other changes after you integrate this technique into the Radiant Sword Technique. Let me test it out. "
Yi Tian replied calmly, "Fellow He, you're really sharp. Compared to the Thousand Spirit Abyss, you're much stronger. I wonder how your skills are?"
"Then let's try it." He Weiming took the lead. He controlled the sword qi threads in his hand and waved them in the air.
Yi Tian was not to be outdone. He used the same move with the Taiyuan Sword and sent the golden sword qi threads forward.
The power of this sword fight with He Weiming was much smaller than when he fought with Lin Jianxin, but Yi Tian felt a bit uneasy.
They were not only competing on the understanding of moves, but also the control of the cultivation method and the circulation of spirit force. Yi Tian believed that his understanding of moves was not as good as He Weiming's, but his control of the cultivation method was similar. With the help of the formation, his circulation of spirit force would be stronger.
In mid-air, the black and yellow sword lights fiercely clashed together, squeezing out several visible air vortexes in the surrounding air. The area where the two sides clashed even temporarily formed a region of absolute vacuum, which only slowly disappeared after three breaths of time had passed.
He Weiming, who was standing on the ground, said with a smile, "Wise King Holy Son, you really live up to your reputation. To be able to use the Radiant Sword Technique to such an extent, you're really powerful. I admire you."
Faced with the other party's flattery, Yi Tian's face darkened and he did not say a word. In truth, he knew that under the favorable conditions of the formation, their attacks were actually evenly matched. This meant that the other party was above him.
Even though both of them were at the peak of the late Jindan stage, if not for the Buddhist power that he had refined after the Prajna Ascetic Meditation to restrain the other party's Black Demon qi, he would most likely have lost by half a notch in the fight.
After withdrawing his move, Yi Tian asked in a low voice, "The Radiant Sword Technique is still one move away."
"There's no need to compete. The Holy Son is fully qualified to continue the discussion with me," He Weiming said after putting away his spirit sword.
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