Chapter 421: I'll Meet You with My Sword

Mo Wen and Zhao Quan fought to a draw and flew out of the Dao Battle Stage at the same time. This result was obviously unacceptable to Quanzhen Dao. ඏ♦  ♦♦

When Zhao Quan volunteered to fight, Hao Hongyuan thought that this competition was a sure win. After all, Zhao Quan had chased Mo Wen before, and his strength was originally above Mo Wen, and he was very familiar with Mo Wen.

Unexpectedly, the final result was a draw. As a result, only Yin Yulong and Ling Chuan were left among the Seven Sons of Quanzhen.

However, Hao Hongyuan was only surprised by Mo Wen's strength, but he still had full confidence in the final result, even if only two of the Seven Sons of Quanzhen were left.

Although only three people from Taiyi Dao fought, theoretically they still had four places, but in fact, only Han Xu was left to fight against the Seven Sons of Quanzhen.

On the other hand, as long as Yin Yulong was there, they were already invincible, and Ling Chuan's strength was equally strong, so it was not necessarily impossible for him to resolve the battle.

After Zhao Quan landed, he returned to Hao Hongyuan's back. Although the battle between him and Mo Wen was fierce, in fact, neither of them was seriously injured. It was just that they were a little weak because they used the power of the holy realm to activate the creation technique.

Han Xu noticed that after Zhao Quan returned, Qiu Xuezhen immediately gave him a pill, and then after a while, his condition returned to the peak.

And Han Xu also noticed a detail. After each of their previous battles, Qiu Xuezhen would give them a pill to restore their condition.

You must know that this kind of pill that can instantly restore all the consumption of a holy realm cultivator must be very precious. Even a first-class sect cannot use it as candy beans. It is used to save lives at critical moments.

Han Xu walked up to support Mo Wen's arm, although Mo Wen did not need it.

Just as Mo Wen showed a puzzled look, a majestic vitality was injected into his body from Han Xu's palm, quickly replenishing his consumed spiritual power.

"Junior brother!" Mo Wen didn't know why Han Xu wasted his spiritual power to help him recover at this critical moment.

"Don't talk, hurry up and recover." Han Xu didn't say much. He just had a bad feeling, but he couldn't tell what was wrong for a while.

His spiritual power was several times that of the cultivators of the same realm, so it was nothing to pass some to Mo Wen, and his recovery ability was also incomparable to ordinary people.

At this time, Han Xu felt that many eyes fell on him. He turned around and saw that the disciples of Taiyi Dao were looking at him with encouraging eyes.

Mo Wen eliminated four people by himself. Now Han Xu's opponents are only two left. Although they are the two strongest, everyone hopes that a miracle will happen.

Yan Liuyun came and said, "Be careful of Lingchuan, he is not a simple character."

Han Xu gave him a reassuring look, but he was thinking in his heart that he could have just let him go, but he had to make so much trouble.

Han Xu looked at the Dao Battle Stage. Lingchuan was already standing on it. He held a carved long sword in his hand. On the blade, a stream of sharp sword energy flowed continuously.

As soon as Han Xu jumped onto the stage, he felt that the entire Dao battle stage was already covered by Ling Chuan's sword intent. Even when the wind blew, he could feel the stinging pain on his skin as if being cut by the sword energy.

"The foundation of Quanzhen Dao is indeed profound. Ling Chuan's strength alone is better than Mo Wen." Han Xu sighed in his heart. If it weren't for him, no one among the three generations of Taiyi disciples could defeat Ling Chuan, let alone Yin Yulong.

"I heard that you are very strong. Even Senior Brother Zhao has been defeated by you." At this time, Ling Chuan said to Han Xu.

"It's so-so, not as weird as they say." Han Xu said, and then changed the subject, "But it's more than enough to beat you."

Ling Chuan frowned, and the long sword in his hand swept across, and the sword energy left a three-foot deep mark on the hard ground.

He said: "You are too arrogant. Today, I will use the sword in my hand to tell you what it means that there are always people who are better than you and there are always higher powers."

Han Xu said: "It seems that you are very confident in your sword."

As he spoke, the nameless sword appeared in Han Xu's hand. The moment he grasped the hilt of the sword, his aura began to become fierce.

"In this case, I will also use the sword to meet you."

Seeing Han Xu take the sword, Ling Chuan felt a kind of humiliation. Although the skills of the first-class sects include everything, each sect also has its own strengths. The sword is the strongest in Quanzhen Dao, and the strongest in Taiyi Dao is talismans, not sword.

But now Han Xu is going to attack his strengths with his own weaknesses, which clearly shows that he does not take him seriously.

Even the disciples of Taiyi Dao, many people showed puzzled expressions. Not all of them knew the specific situation of Han Xu, and thought that at this time, how could they make such a joke.

"I hope you won't regret it when you lose later!" Ling Chuan's voice has not fallen yet, and his figure has disappeared.

He had already drawn his sword, and because of the speed, only a residual image was left on the spot.

The sword was so fast that less than ten of the three-generation disciples present could see his sword clearly.

Most people heard a metal collision before they realized what was happening.

Han Xu did not know when he put the sword in his hand behind him, and Ling Chuan's figure appeared behind Han Xu, just stabbing the blade of the nameless sword.

A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes. Seeing that Han Xu could block his attack without turning his head, Ling Chuan knew that Han Xu had seen through his action.

However, he was not surprised, but instead a fighting spirit surged.

"I haven't met an opponent like you for a long time. After defeating you, I will remember your name." As Lingchuan spoke, Han Xu felt a light touch in his hand, and Lingchuan had disappeared behind him.

Immediately afterwards, Han Xu flicked his wrist to block Ling Chuan's attack from the left, then the right, and from above.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them had exchanged dozens of moves.

When Lingchuan's body reappeared, there was an obvious look of solemnity in his eyes. Then, his aura began to rise, and his whole person seemed to have turned into an indestructible sword.

"One Qi transforms three pure things!"

Suddenly, the entire Dao battle stage was filled with Lingchuan's figures. Every Lingchuan drew his sword at the same time. Each sword turned into thousands of sword energy and stabbed at Han Xu, like a sword net. No one can escape.

Taiyiyi's disciples all widened their eyes, and even Mo Wen looked nervous.

Under such an intensive offensive, all three generations of disciples of Taiyi asked themselves that they were incapable of cracking it.

At this time, only a dull sword light was seen passing by, and then, all the sword shadows in the sky disappeared. Han Xu was holding an unknown sword, and the tip of the sword was pressed against the blade of Lingchuan that was about to fall.

He whispered four words: "It's a small trick!"