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From the arm holding the sword, his skin began to dry and crack.
Cracks spread from his right arm across his body.
This blow from Dou Zhao is the third of the Seven Forms of Battle, nad Skin Bag Defeat!
The previous blow sourced from misfortune air, this one shattered flesh and blood.
Even though the sword strike was parried, the montum had already fallen!
Ye Qingyu, who was watching the battle from the stands, felt a chill in her spine.
She had crossed swords with Dou Min at Chi Yun Mountain and had also experienced the Skin Bag Defeat.
It indeed felt powerful, but not terrifying.
Until she saw it again today.
The thought of being chopped to decay by this sword made her shudder with fear.
Such sword skills are truly close to the Dao!
Could her Cloud Seal Script Divine Power withstand it?
Were her puppet commander’s seals sharp enough to cut?
She was not the only one startled.
But that certainly did not include Gan Changan.
Although his young body began to decay and degrade uncontrollably,
His aura was still soaring, with just a twist of his palm, the four-inch Little Knife circled and danced around the Tianxiao Sword blade, constantly closing in amid bursting sparks, and finally reaching close to Dou Zhao’s palm to slash across the fingers!
Yet he said, “At nineteen, I am still eager to learn, and cannot be called decrepit!”
The mysterious and unpredictable denying Divine Power was utilized once again.
The cracks in his body healed one by one.
Still possessing a young body’s vivacity, firmness, and vigor.
Exuding an astonishing vitality.
Dou Zhao raised his sword high again and brought it down heavily: “As people’s hearts age, so do they!”
He said Gan Changan is old at heart, despite being nineteen, he is not young.
His gaze was indifferent, and the move of Tianxiao Sword decisive.
His voice cold as frost, and a faint light flowed over the blade, directly shattering the Divine Power Light.
Another sword strike, Divinity Extinguishes!
Jiang Wang was shaken in the audience.
Heavenly Punishnt, Human Calamity, these moves, he still understood.
But Divinity Extinguishes…
How could it be!?
If the first ti was the end of Gan Changan’s Divine Power effect, then this ti was truly a collision with Divine Power.
And the result was so astonishing.
Could Dou Zhao’s move really shatter Divine Power Light every ti?
Even for what’s hailed as the foremost Killing Technique since the appearance of the age, it seed too incredible!
He stared intensely at the battlefield, observing the changes in the situation.
But seeing Gan Changan spread his fingers, like a lotus blooming, the hilt danced in his palm.
Like a delicate beauty, standing in the center of his palm.
His fingers were clean, powerful, with a distinct color, showing no signs of decay.
Jiang Wang quietly breathed a sigh of relief, it seed Divinity Extinguishes could indeed counteract Divine Power to so extent but was also limited, and could not completely neutralize the power of Divine Power.
Yet…
even so, it truly lived up to the na of the foremost Killing Technique since the ti!
Gan Changan spread his fingers wide, pushing with the palm that danced in the center.
The four-inch Little Knife crazily spun in his palm.
Within the square inch of the world in the palm, the delicate beauty danced wildly.
Even the vast world outside seed to sway with it.
Dazzling, bewildering!
Even Dou Zhao’s hand softened, as if also lost in the dance with the opponent’s four-inch Little Knife.
But Tianxiao Sword fell in a light, drifting manner, the blade just chopping on the tip of the dancing knife in the palm.
Soft as a kiss.
It was indeed the Skin Bag Defeat from the Seven Forms of Battle, specifically slaying good skins!
The dancing blade in the palm was full of spirit, certainly counted as a beauty among famous swords, clearly a good skin.
The tip and the blade collided.
The dance of the knife in the palm stagnated.
Gan Changan, composed, used his still naive-looking eyes to look at Dou Zhao.
Any traces of naivety and immaturity were gone.
His wisdom and strategies sparkled in his eyes.
He was not truly naive, nor was he truly immature.
At eight, he had the ability to stabilize a region; his wisdom was far beyond ordinary.
This mont, this scene, had been carefully designed by him.
Everything was within his grip!
At this mont, when the two blades contacted, they thrust against each other.
Both n holding their swords, only deciding their fate.
It was the perfect ti to determine life and death!
A figure with a majestic headdress and robe appeared out of the Heavenly Spirit, loftily stepping down, dignified naturally, it was Gan Changan’s Spirit!
Gan Changan in his Spirit Soul State appeared like a celestial, with excellent deanor and an unfathomable might.
With just a stretch of his hand!
Inside Dou Zhao’s body, a restless shadow twitched, trying to erge.
That was Dou Zhao’s spirit, being pinched and pulled out!
This was Divine Power, Divine Travel!
The spirit travels like a god; in front of a deity, all else are re ants.
Naturally, it could also to so extent control the opponent’s spirit.
His own Divine Travel also made the opponent travel!
Normally, it is extrely difficult for a Cultivator to counter such Divine Power before reaching the God Descending Realm.
Gan Changan’s timing was incredibly precise, clearly aiming to secure victory and destroy Dou Zhao.
But facing such terrifying Divine Power.
Dou Zhao’s expression remained bright and cheerful.
He changed his sword move, directly performing a Divinity Extinguishes, chopping at the Divine Power Light.
This strike started too early, unlike before, all after Gan Changan’s Divine Power took effect, hence it did not shatter the Divine Power Light.
But he only needed a mont’s dissolution and delay.
His sword move shifted and bent, the eager spirit shadow inside him kept in sync with his flesh body.
Raising the sword at the sa ti, chopping down at the sa ti.
His appearance seed sowhat aged, his spirit appeared sowhat weakened.
Damaging himself before harming the enemy!
Self-damage was of course for defeating the enemy.
This was the fifth of the Seven Forms of Battle, nad Body Soul Decay!
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