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"Young man, your spiritual body is no match for me."

Wei Wuqing smiled faintly, with dark air swirling behind him, which made him look a bit cold and eerie.

"Haha, it would be nice if the real body was here."

"I don't know what the blood of the Chinese genius tastes like."

Looking around the world, there are really few people who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

He does have some capital to be arrogant.

Wang Xiaoke ran his fingers across the sword and glanced at Wei Wuqing indifferently.

"If my real body were here, you wouldn't be able to survive even one move with your strength."

"You and everyone in the Divine Court must perish on Panlong Mountain!"

Wei Wuqing's eyes flashed with brilliance, and his aura was like a soaring dragon.

"Shameless talk!"

He detected the other party's aura and found that he should be a half-step Nascent Soul.

Being in the same realm, what does Wei Wuqing have to fear?

What's more, it is just an incarnation, far from its peak state.

How many of his moves can you withstand?

"You arrogant boy, I will crush your soul and wipe out your entire family."

Wei Wuqing's eyes were filled with anger, and he flipped his hand and summoned a magic knife.

Behind him seemed a sea of ​​blood and corpses.

Holding the knife in hand, the murderous intent was almost solidified, and a cold wind suddenly blew.

"Demon Tiger!"

Amidst the mountains of corpses and sea of ​​blood, a giant black tiger rushed over and pounced into the air to kill.

Wang Xiaoke glanced at the black tiger, holding the magic sword in his hand, and cut the sky with one sword.

Wei Wuqing frowned, and when he raised his eyes, the sword light cut through the night.

The demonic tiger was cut in half by a sword and dissipated into wisps of black smoke.

His eyes were as cold as a pond, he snorted coldly, and his purple robe fluttered.

"Roar! Roar!"

The sea of ​​blood evolved again, and a nine-headed demonic tiger flew into the air and surrounded it.

Nine tigers pounced and rushed into the encirclement, where a figure stood with a sword in hand.

"Listening to the Wind Sword Technique, Seal the Demon!"

Wang Xiaoke looked around, and when he raised his sword, thousands of sword shadows were surrounding him.

As the sword came out, the sword shadow was like a long river, and the nine demon tigers were instantly submerged in the sword river.

Wei Wuqing's pupils shrank, and his eyes were filled with horror.

This kid has such power with just one incarnation?

"I underestimated you. I will not hold back."

Holding the magic knife, he slashed it down with one blow, and the endless demonic energy turned into a ferocious monster.

Wang Xiaoke narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his palm and deployed a barrier, the grey light was no different from the bright moon.

"Hehehe..." Endless demons and ghosts pounced towards the barrier.

It was torn apart madly, but the gray light remained motionless like the eternal moon.

"Old man, with this little bit of strength, you should just stay here."

Wang Xiaoke took a step forward, shattered the demons and ghosts, then drew his sword and slashed out.

The terrifying sword light came slashing like a chain.

Wei Wuqing's pupils suddenly shrank, he shouted loudly, drew his sword and slashed out a terrifying blade light.

The purple-black blade light disappeared into the night and struck directly at Wang Xiaoke's soul.

"Boom——"

Explosions occurred at an altitude of ten thousand meters, and the roar shook the earth.

The collision of the two moves created a gust of air, which dispersed all the clouds and mist.

"Thunder Finger."

Wang Xiaoke pointed his finger and the hundred-meter-long thunder dragon rolled and roared.

Wei Wuqing's face was horrified, and he no longer dared to be careless.

This kid's incarnation is no less powerful than mine!

"Break it for me!"

Wei Wuqing held the knife in both hands, his muscles and bones roared, and his veins bulged like a dragon.

"The magic sword breaks all worlds!"

His cultivation was pushed to the extreme, and the nearby Jindan masters all gave way.

The shout resounded through the sky, and blood was seen flowing on the magic sword.

It seemed as if countless people had been slaughtered before this weapon was forged.

The blade light appeared, the void twisted, and a ten-foot-long dark purple edge attacked.

The Thunder Dragon pounced and resisted the blade's light, and the turbulent waves shocked countless cultivators.

"What a strong thunder."

Wei Wuqing's expression changed drastically, as if he had seen something unbelievable.

Above the sky, the Thunder Dragon roared towards the sky, and its dragon claws actually crushed the blade.

"boom!"

The offensive was crushed, leaving only the Thunder Dragon lurking, ready to attack suddenly.

Wei Wuqing activated his skills and beheaded the Thunder Dragon with a roar.

He finally realized how terrifying the boy in front of him was.

Even he could hardly resist the power of one finger.

It is truly a look that is envied by heaven.

"Humph, your soul will eventually dissipate. Let's see how long you can hold on!"

Wei Wuqing made hand gestures, and the magic knife suddenly expanded...

After a few breaths, it turned into a giant red blade.

"Asura Hell!"

Endless demonic energy emerged behind him, like a group of evil spirits, enveloping Wang Xiaoke.

There were shrill wails coming from nearby, which was very frightening.

In an instant, the giant blade stood up, and its magical power covered the sky.

The monks on the top of Panlong Mountain were all terrified when they saw the strange sight.

"What a terrifying move..."

Wang Yingying looked through the formation and saw her brother shrouded in dark clouds.

"This old guy is too strong. Can my brother hold on?"

If I can't beat him, let the old guy free up.

I'm afraid there is only one outcome for the Wang family...

Was razed to the ground by the gods.

While everyone was worried, Wang Xiaoke looked calm.

“Without entering the Nascent Soul stage, these magical powers will only be in form without substance.”

He smiled, slowly raised his sword, and the sound of the sword shook the sky.

"Listening to the Wind Sword Technique, listen to the wind and rain!"

The spirit sword danced forward, and strange phenomena in heaven and earth gathered.

"Boom——"

There were rolling thunderclouds in the sky, lightning flashing, and heavy rain pouring down.

Every drop of rain was mixed with a trace of sword energy, which continued endlessly.

Wang Xiaoke recalled the days when he practiced swordsmanship in the Chaos Temple.

Through the guidance of the master and his own practice.

The sword moves he performed again were already extraordinary.

My thoughts were pulled back to reality, and rain began to fall.

Thousands of evil spirits were instantly crushed into nothingness when they came into contact with the rain.

"puff--"

Wei Wuqing was attacked back, his pupils shrank, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Damn it...behead!"

The huge blood-red blade slashed down.

The rain curtain suddenly attacked with a sword light, knocking him back a hundred meters.

In the rain, Wang Xiaoke stood with a sword in his hand, looking around with a disdainful look.

The monks from both sides looked up, their faces filled with shock and fear.

A soul, with its invincible posture, overwhelmed the great protector.

"Well done."

Wang Yingying stood up and looked up at the sky with a smile.

"Our brother is so handsome, and the great protector is just like him."

"Isn't that right, Xiao Fengling?"

Feng Ling clutched her robe tightly, she didn't expect the boy to be so strong.

Compared to him, my talent... is like a piece of mud.

Bai Ming injured the blood demon with one sword and couldn't help but gasp.

As they were both half a step into the Nascent Soul stage, he believed that he was no match for Wei Wuqing.

After all, he is an old and powerful man who has been honing his skills for hundreds of years.

But Wang Xiaoke was so young, yet he was able to suppress the Great Protector...

The talent is amazing!

"It's time to finish."

Wang Xiaoke's eyes lit up, and he drew his fingers across the sword, and the sword intent soared into the sky.

"This sword will send you to heaven."

"Dragon and Phoenix Sword Art, Nine Dragons Unrivaled!"

Wei Wuqing clenched his teeth, his heart filled with waves.

The supernatural powers that I have cultivated for a hundred years were actually wiped out by a mere junior?

The blood demon's pupils were like snakes, as if he had seen a ghost.

“You still have energy left?”

The four great leaders looked serious, with their brows lowered, and no one knew what they were thinking.

"I didn't expect that there are people in this world who are proficient in swordsmanship."

The chief priest of the Mohist school nodded with a look of approval.

Nine golden dragons broke out of the body and coiled around the magic sword.

Wang Xiaoke swung his sword, and the golden sword light was shocking.

"The devil's blood dyed the sky blue!"

Wei Wuqing exerted all his strength, with a crazy look on his face, and thousands of black air pounced towards Wang Xiaoke.

"cut!"

The sword light arrived in an instant, cut through the black air and took the opponent's head directly.

"not good."

Wei Wuqing was thrown into disarray and could no longer conceal his fear.

"Sir, save me!"

As he roared, the void was torn apart and a giant demonic hand stretched out.

He crushed the sword light with his bare hands.

……