C168 Endurance Battle
C168 Endurance Battle
"Who is it?"
"It's the Third Stage warrior that Emperor Chiang just invited, Yang Xuan."
“ Oh?"
Zhao Hu raised his eyebrows in surprise. He couldn't help but ask, "Why? Why? Is there a grudge between you and that person?"
"There's no need for the Fellow Daoist to worry about that. You can only say whether you agree or not. Don't blame me for not reminding you. The situation in Qifeng Country is extremely bad right now."
Elder Lee didn't answer his question. He only said with a sinister smile.
Zhao Hu's eyes flickered. He glanced at Elder Zhuang's corpse not far away and suddenly smiled. "How about this? Li Fellow Daoist, since you have left Chiang Country, why don't you join our Qifeng Country?"
"Hehe, I think it's better for the Fellow Daoist to stop thinking about such things. With this mirror in hand, the heavens and the earth are vast. Where can I not go?"
"Haha! What you said makes sense. Since that's the case, I'll do as you say."
Zhao Hu laughed loudly. After pondering for a moment, he nodded.
Elder Lee also laughed. He made two hand seals and muttered something. Not long after, the golden light emitted by the magic mirror dimmed. The mirror spun in the air and flew into his hand.
Seeing that the restriction had been lifted, Zhao Hu rubbed his wrist and glanced at Elder Lee. After a while, he didn't do anything.
This was a good thing for Qifeng Country. The most important thing was that with the magic mirror in his hand, he might not be able to do anything to Elder Lee. Even if he could really take him down, he was afraid that it would take a lot of effort.
If what he said was true, his first priority now was to rush back to the battlefield and not delay.
Thinking of this, Zhao Hu immediately said, "Li Fellow Daoist, let's go. I'm not a man of words. I'll go and help you take down that guy surnamed Yang."
Elder Lee carefully examined the magic mirror in his hand. After a long while, he nodded his head.
He first walked to the side of Elder Zhuang's corpse, bowed, and took out a storage bag from his waist.
Elder Zhuang's mind was confused by his attack, and then Zhao Hu's small sword injured his divine soul. His mind was in chaos. In this situation, he was bitten by a poisonous object and could not resist at all. Now, he was dead.
"Ai, Elder Zhuang, Elder Zhuang, if you are smart and give me this magic mirror, I might be able to spare your life!"
He sighed and flicked his finger. A ray of fiery light shot out and landed on the corpse, burning it to ashes within a dozen breaths.
After putting Elder Zhuang's storage bag on his waist, Elder Lee turned around and said to Zhao Hu, "Zhao Fellow Daoist, I will go first and try to sneak attack you. How about you come back later?"
"There's no need for that. Do you think the Fellow Daoist doesn't trust my strength? It's just an Early Third Stage warrior. If you and I join hands, it will be a piece of cake."
Zhao Hu burst into laughter. Immediately, he flew towards the center of the plain, followed by Elder Lee.
...
As time passed, the battlefield became more and more bloody.
The battle between the two sides had reached its climax. Corpses could be seen everywhere. Blood seeped through the yellow weeds and seeped into the dry ground.
In this place, the most important thing was to kill people.
This was the Purgatory of the Human World.
Compared to the battles between ordinary soldiers, the exchange between cultivators was much slower. In such a long period of time, most of the cultivators were still entangled in a fierce fight, and they were locked in a fierce fight.
Yang Xuan was the same.
The man's Northern Ocean Turtle Shell was extremely hard and flexible. It was very difficult for it to avoid the attack of the man who was behind it when he lacked the means to attack.
The man was also in a similar situation. His attack was basically blocked by Yang Xuan's small silver shield. It didn't pose much of a threat to him.
However, although the two sides were still in a stalemate, as the Spiritual Force continued to be consumed, the man seemed to be unable to hold on any longer.
Even though he had been holding a spirit stone in his hand all along to replenish his body, the depth of the Spiritual Force was still shaken by Yang Xuan.
At this moment, whether it was in terms of purity or quantity, Yang Xuan far surpassed cultivators of the same level. The man's Spiritual Force had almost been used up, but he had only used 30% of it.
This was also the reason why he had spent a lot of Spiritual Force to hit the Northern Underworld Turtle Shell in the beginning.
The effect of the Soul Absorption Bead was undoubtedly revealed at this moment. Its absorption speed was usually not conspicuous, but once it was put into a protracted battle, it was like a divine weapon.
Yang Xuan looked at the opposite side, which was showing signs of exhaustion, and the corner of his mouth revealed a trace of a cold smile.
Although this person's defensive technique was annoying, it was fortunate that his cultivation was weak, and it was difficult for him to hold on for long.
He raised the Longevity Sword, and waved his arm. Then, several green arcs rushed out, and carried the sound of the wind.
"Dammit! Did this fellow secretly consume some pill that can help him recover his Spiritual Force? Why is he still able to launch such a powerful attack?! "
Opposite Yang Xuan, the man's brows were tightly knitted. He gritted his teeth and spoke. His face was filled with unwillingness.
At this moment, even the layer of water blue light barrier covering his body had disappeared. It was only to reduce the consumption of the Spiritual Force as much as possible.
While maintaining the turtle shell to resist Yang Xuan's attack, he held the spirit stone in his hand and continuously restored the Spiritual Force. However, the recovery was nothing compared to the consumption of the Spiritual Force.
Yang Xuan's attack became more and more fierce, but the speed at which he circulated the turtle shell became slower and slower. Several green lights made him flustered, and a layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
"Fellow Daoist, stop now. You only need to retreat. I will naturally not harm your life."
Yang Xuan suddenly said. He looked at the man who was gasping for breath, and his aura gushed out from his body, forming a sharp contrast with the man's.
The man was exhausted, but he was still able to handle it with ease. There was no need to talk about the outcome of the battle.
The man was stunned, and the spell he was holding with one hand paused for a moment.
After hesitating for a while, he looked at Yang Xuan with a complicated expression, and then shook his head. "I appreciate your kindness, Fellow Daoist. However, if you want to harm my Qifeng Country, please step over my corpse first."
After saying that, his expression hardened, and he immediately took out a yellow talisman from his sleeve.
At this moment, a sudden change occurred.
A red stream of light suddenly appeared in the distant horizon. It carried a majestic and murderous aura as it rushed towards Yang Xuan, arriving in an instant.
Because he was in the middle of the battlefield, Yang Xuan's Divine Sense and Heavenly Eye's connection had been fully activated. Immediately, his expression changed drastically, and he hastily dodged to the side. The red stream of light collided with the ground.
"Bang!"
A loud explosive sound was heard, and a huge crater with a diameter of several meters appeared on the ground. Black smoke was even emitted from the crater.