"Arrogant brat!" Zhao Liang swept his longsword aside and counterattacked.
A contest of swordsmanship and saber techniques.
The opponent suppressed Song Changming without any suspense.
There was no way around it; living longer was an advantage.
The opponent had cultivated the Sword Dao for two hundred years. How could Song Changming compare?
If not for the twenty Armor Seals on him, Song Changming would be no match for a strong opponent of this caliber.
Yet precisely because this set of Armor Seals kept him alive, he had obtained a few chances of victory from the impossible!
Song Changming’s saber speed was fast enough to keep up with the opponent, and his unparalleled strength compensated for the huge gap in Qi Refining Cultivation compared to the opponent.
As for this Zhao Family elder, although old and shrewd, with Qi refining cultivation, Sword Dao, and combat experience all reaching the peak of perfection, living long was not all advantageous.
After exchanging hundreds of rounds with him, Song Changming discovered that the elder’s Qi power was weak, and his Qi blood already showed signs of decline.
Even a constructed Innate Body could not resist the erosion of ti.
Regarding physical condition, this old guy had already passed his pri.
So, once entangled by Song Changming, he gradually couldn’t withstand the incredibly heavy longsword, and later in the fight had to resort to evasion and saber techniques primarily to avoid direct confrontation with Song Changming.
anwhile, Song Changming was brimming with Qi blood, full of vitality, and increasingly fierce as the battle progressed.
"You can’t kill !"
Song Changming was covered in sword marks and blood, but his eyes beca brighter, a thread of purple-golden flas dancing in them.
"Let kill you! What of your Innate Perfection!"
Song Changming wielded his saber with sweeping motions, fully utilizing his strength and speed advantages.
As for the sword qi from his Innate Qi Aura, in this battle, it was almost negligible, crumbling upon contact with Zhao Liang’s sword qi.
Song Changming’s offensive beca increasingly fierce, showcasing all his techniques.
He even often abandoned defense, just to exchange for an attack slightly threatening to Zhao Liang.
This reckless combat style made Zhao Liang extrely uncomfortable in the fight.
After all, he did not wish to perish together with Song Changming.
No, if life was exchanged for life, it might just end up with him dead, while Song Changming might still survive by relying on his Vajra Indestructible body.
At this mont, in Zhao Liang’s eyes, Song Changming seed to be wearing the most resilient full-body armor in the world, equipped to the teeth without any flaws.
Strong as Zhao Liang was, there ca a day when he struggled with finding a way to kill a person.
If no matter how he struck, Song Changming couldn’t be killed, the outco was obvious.
Facing an enemy already undefeated, continuing the battle beca aningless.
Just as Zhao Liang beca slightly distracted, Song Changming swung out another slash, when Zhao Liang applied sword techniques to deflect, the blade didn’t abide by Zhao Liang’s intent to dissolve strength, slashing emptily.
In the midst of it, it suddenly changed direction, turning under the sword, slashing Zhao Liang’s left shoulder.
Even though Zhao Liang had a protective Gang Qi coat, he was still injured by Song Changming.
Zhao Liang retreated several miles in mid-air, his face extrely pale, the corner of his eye catching the wound on his shoulder.
The sword mark was clearly visible there, even his white robe was stained with a large red patch.
"How many years since I last got injured..."
Zhao Liang nearly forgot, hidden from the world, this seed like the first injury.
Unbelievable, it turned out to be thanks to this kid!
His heart was annoyed, yet he felt helpless.
For the first ti, facing Song Changming’s desperate fighting style, he considered retreating.
After one sword strike, Zhao Liang voluntarily retreated several miles in the air, quietly catching his breath, feeling the pain from his shoulder.
He was a bit tired...
But Song Changming had no intention to stop now, leaving no room for Zhao Liang to catch his breath.
Like a relentless mad dog, he raised his saber to tangle once again in the blink of an eye.
"Damn brat!"
First Grade Sword Technique: Eight-Life Sword Kill!
Madly surging Gang Qi, as if unleashed, erupted indiscriminately.
Covering Zhao Liang, as a giant evil ghost towering at a hundred feet!
Then, as Zhao Liang slashed out, the imnse evil ghost materialized by the Gang Qi infused entirely into this sword strike.
One blade shining upon the world, more powerful than any sword qi before!
Undoubtedly, this was Zhao Liang’s ultimate killing technique!
Song Changming’s heart kept warning him; today in the duel with Zhao Liang, too many tis he sensed the breath of death.
His feet stepped into the Ghost Gate countless tis, yet pulled back by the Armor Seals.
This ti was undoubtedly the strongest and most dangerous!
"If I get cut at the neck, I should really die, right?"
The sword light grew larger before him, and Song Changming couldn’t help but have this thought.
He may have the Armor Seals, but only he knew he wasn’t truly immortal, indestructible.
Everything had its limits.
Once it exceeded the protection limits of the Armor Seals, he would still die!
Song Changming’s talismans lit up all over, bathing him in fire, wielding his saber with both hands, slashing before the sword qi arrived.
Second Grade·Great Thunderfire Saber!
This strike cut straight onto the sword qi.
Buzz!
Suddenly, the roar of energy surrounding Song Changming disappeared, replaced by a shriek like a fierce ghost breaking out in his ear or head!
Song Changming felt a sweetness in his throat, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood on the spot, his energy dropping sowhat.
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