Capítulo 1336: Chapter 661: Perfection of Conception! Demon God’s Remnant Soul! (Part 2)
Although his physical body was strong, Jiang He was even more desperate. Facing his attacks, Jiang He no longer dodged, surrounded by endless Sword Qi, making it impossible for the opponent to get close!
The Bull Demon Saint beca increasingly alard as he fought, involuntarily recalling a phrase recorded within his clan.
Although the lifespan of the Human Warrior is much weaker compared to the Demon Race, their perception is extrely high. Accordingly, their cultivation speed is exceptionally fast. Sotis, in just a few decades, they can leap from weakness to the level of a True Monarch.
In contrast, for the Demon Race, cultivation often takes decades. Even the fastest recorded cultivators take over a hundred years to break through to the Demon Saint Realm.
Earlier, he held so discontent, but now, he truly witnessed an example.
At the start of the duel, the Bull Demon Saint was certain that his opponent was weaker. As long as he got close, he could directly shatter his physical body.
But now, it seed he had broken through in Conception. With a casual swing of the sword, he could unleash power far beyond what it was before.
He could not suppress his opponent but instead was suppressed by him!
“Moo!!!”
Demon Energy shook, and the sound of a bull rumbled.
The Bull Demon Saint, eyes completely red, was unwilling to be suppressed. He had cultivated for over a century, and in terms of strength, it was superior to the man before him, so how could he be suppressed?
His body swelled, releasing a great roar, and Primordial Energy burst forth instantly.
Jiang He stood with his hands behind his back as if strolling leisurely, Sword Intent reaching the sky, casually pointing:
“Sixth Sword, Divine Fall!”
This was the sixth form of his Sky-reaching Seven Swords, second only to Execution of Immortals, extrely terrifying alongside the terrifying power he now unleashed.
Compared to when he faced Zhao Yuantong in the Three Extres Sect, this was even several tis stronger.
There was only one reason he could achieve this step.
Conception… Perfection!!!
Though he had just entered the Yang God Realm, his cultivation hadn’t caught up, yet with the ans of Conception Perfection, every move bore imnse power.
It was as if embodying Dao Yun.
Even against the top ten powerhouses on the Supre List, he had the confidence to compete.
Victory wasn’t certain, but he could engage in battle.
If he were to face the State Preceptor Pu Xian Bodhisattva again, it wouldn’t be just breaking his Golden Body. With such Sword Intent, there was a chance to obliterate his Primordial Spirit, causing him to fall.
The reason for his breakthrough, besides the foundation of over a decade of Sword Cultivation, included the battle desire that clashed with the Bull Demon Saint, risking his life and limb was indispensable.
Only then, it truly reached Perfection!
The sword montum in the void changed, its sharpness far surpassing before, as a surging river of Sword Qi crashed down, intending to completely suppress him!
“Boom!!!”
Another punch was thrown by the Devil-back Demon Saint, and if it were a contest of pure strength, Qing Xu Daoist would undoubtedly be inferior, yet now he had found a way to kill him.
That was to aid the Nine Spider Demon Saint!
The Human True Monarch opposite absolutely wouldn’t allow him to pass, thus leading to a hard struggle, rather than being hindered by a Sword Dao Secret Technique, and he preferred a head-on collision!
The opponent’s Sword Intent and Sword Qi could only wound but not kill him, even if they risked their life.
Earlier there was concern over how to kill him, but now an opportunity had arrived!
The Devil-back Demon Saint’s thoughts were correct; Ling Xu indeed fought desperately, positioning directly in front of him. Regardless of the trendous force unleashed, he never retreated.
The Divine Sword in his hand, its Spiritual nature was already half damaged, seed to have a sense of lant, but he felt nothing, his eyes still red, unleashing his most powerful strength.
Under another punch, Ling Xu was again sent flying by the Devil-back Demon Saint but was like the indomitable cockroach, his focus solely on this single enemy, even starting to burn his Primordial Spirit.
On the other side, the Heavenly Peng Demon Saint was still bound by threads, with Heavenly Peng Divine Feathers falling one by one, Demon Blood spilling into the void, and every flap of his wings aggravating the wounds.
Compared to the Heavenly Peng Demon Saint, the situations of the three True Masters Zhen Xu, Yang Xu, and Shen Xu were more perilous; even reaching extrely critical monts, the Heavenly Peng Demon Saint, in initial fury, had found the strategy to break the formation.
That was to continuously attack one point!
He could not believe that one Human Refining God Realm True Master could endure for long in his hands.
Sotis, he would even create opportunities to attack regardless of his injuries.
The one he targeted happened to be the relatively weakest among the Shushan Five Elders, Shen Xu True Master. Now, he had already burned much of his Primordial Spirit.
Blood trickled from the corners of his mouth and ears, and when blood flowed from all seven orifices, it would be his ti of demise!
Yet, as a Shushan Sword Cultivator, he fought to the death without retreating.
He showed no fear, even laughing aloud, though his Daoist robe was badly torn, and deep, bone-revealing wounds covered his body.
Everyone on this battlefield knew that at most within a quarter of an hour, Shen Xu would not be able to hold on.
In other words, the opportunity they secured was only left for a quarter of an hour. If Chen Yuan couldn’t slay that spider within that ti, all hope would be lost.
The battle between the master of the Sword Pavilion and the Demon Saint from the Red Nether Blood Tiger clan was evenly matched. Neither side had the upper hand, but both knew that a short-term victory was impossible.
No matter what, the master of the Sword Pavilion was a Supre Heaven List figure, wielding a Divine Sword, with soaring combat power. anwhile, the Great Saint from the Red Nether Blood Tiger clan hadn’t long entered the Saint Realm.
He didn’t dare to fully confront his Sword Qi with his physical body.
“Black Robe, co save !”
“Ah!!!”
The situation of the Nine Spider Demon Saint was even more dire at this mont. Without the help of Soul-devouring, she was steadily retreating and could even feel her Demon Blood rapidly draining away.
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