C260 Competing with the Fusion Stage
C260 Competing with the Fusion Stage
The young man shook his head and didn't care about it. Instead, he continued, "It seems like the peeping that I felt just now came from you. However, I'm curious. You're only in the realm of Light Opening. You haven't even touched the Divine Sense's Great Dao yet. How did you peeped at me? "
A cultivator in the realm of Light Opening could only barely touch the existence of the Divine Sense. Even if he was at the Late Blessed Stage, he would only know a little about it. If he wanted to use it, he had to be at the Fusion Stage.
What was even stranger to him was that when he sensed that he was spying on the cave previously, he was still two hundred meters away from the cave. If Yang Xuan really used the Divine Sense, the range would be a little too large.
After all, with his current cultivation, he could only cover a distance of over a hundred meters with the Divine Sense.
The young man's eyes kept wandering around Yang Xuan's body, and a thoughtful look appeared in his eyes.
After a long while, he shook his head and suddenly laughed lightly. He said, "Forget it. It's just a feeling. Maybe some senior in the sect is observing. If that's the case, you can feel lucky. "
"Of course, I, Lee Changqing, am not a domineering person. Generally speaking, I don't care about the matters of the younger generation. However, you are just an outer sect disciple, how can you treat a disciple of my Myriad Spirit Sect like this? You are bullying the fact that there is no one else in the Myriad Spirit Sect. "
Yang Xuan frowned slightly and said with a serious expression, "If you want to spar, then come. It doesn't matter if you want to cause trouble. Instead, it is a little inappropriate for the Fellow Daoist to distort the truth."
"I advise you not to be so tough."
The young man smiled and shook his head. His hands were always behind his back and his expression was calm. However, Yang Xuan found a trace of gloominess in the depths of his eyes.
This haze flashed past, and it was extremely difficult for him to detect it. It immediately startled him.
"It seems like this person is the same as that Lee Yu."
The young man seemed to be gentle and refined, but he was a man with great foresight. If he were to fight with him, he would definitely strike with great force.
Yang Xuan's mind was highly tensed. The small silver shield was eager to give it a try. It was ready to fly out at any time. He had already inserted a Spiritual Force blade into the crimson wooden sword, and there was a red light flowing on it.
With Lee Chang Lin's cultivation base, he had naturally noticed Yang Xuan's actions, but he didn't care about it at all.
This was absolute confidence. With his Early Blessed Stage cultivation base, it was almost impossible for him to defeat a Fusion Stage warrior! Or rather, it was completely impossible.
Not to mention winning, even if Yang Xuan could last a little longer under his hands, he would still be proud of himself.
He glanced at the small sword on Yang Xuan's waist, intentionally or unintentionally, and shook his head with a smile. "This magic treasure of yours is not bad. It looks like a disciple of the hidden sect. However, the difference in cultivation base is here. If you say something nice, I am not a petty person. Perhaps, I can just let today's matter go. "
He and Yang Xuan didn't mention the reason for their confrontation, but both of them knew it very well.
Lee Yu and the bearded man wore cruel smiles on their faces. They stood at the edge of the open space and looked at Yang Xuan as if they were looking at a dead man.
"Fellow Daoist sure knows how to joke. Could it be that your sect usually does the same thing? My talent is ordinary, but this ability to distort the truth has opened my eyes. "
"Fellow Daoist? Who do you think you are? How dare a Blessed Stage junior call me Fellow Daoist?"
The smile on the young man's face gradually disappeared. His eyes narrowed, and a dangerous aura was emitted from them.
A powerful pressure suddenly spread out from the open space in front of the cave. It was as if an invisible giant hand had descended from the sky and was suppressing this place.
Yang Xuan's lips curved into a cold smile, and there was no fear in his eyes.
Although he was at the center of the pressure, the current strength of his divine soul was extremely strong. It was totally enough to withstand it, and he could even maintain his composure. On the contrary, at the edge of the arena... Lee Yu and the other man, who were accidentally affected, staggered back several steps. Their faces were somewhat pale.
The young man frowned slightly. Clearly, he was very dissatisfied with this result. Immediately, he let out a cold snort.
He raised a hand and pressed it down on Yang Xuan.
With such a simple movement, the Spirit Aura in the world started moving. It naturally gathered in front of his palm and turned into a Spiritual Force arm as tall as a man.
"Kneel!"
Lee Changqing said in a cold voice. His voice was ethereal and without any emotion. The Spiritual Force arm followed his words and flew towards Yang Xuan.
Yang Xuan took half a step back. The crimson wooden sword on his waist that he had prepared for a long time was glowing brightly. It turned into a red light and rushed out.
Because of the difference in strength between the two parties, Yang Xuan didn't dare to be neglectful. He had injected a lot of Flame Separation Spell Spiritual Force into the wooden sword. At this moment, the bright red light and the tip of the sword were emitting a powerful aura.
The Spiritual Force's arm didn't seem to be at a disadvantage, and it was flying at the same time. The spiritual pressure on it was still increasing, as if it was absorbing the Spiritual Force that could contain the heaven and earth. When it clashed with Yang Xuan's wooden sword, its power had increased by thirty to forty percent.
Yang Xuan's expression was a bit ugly, and he didn't dare to be careless. A stream of light suddenly flew out of his sleeve, and the small silver shield grew to the height of a person. It stood in front of him.
"Boom!"
The sword and palm collided together, and a powerful spiritual pressure exploded out in all directions.
Lee Changqing's eyes were cold. He stretched out his right hand and slowly squeezed it together. The Spiritual Force giant hand also did the same thing, trying to trap the wooden sword within.
However, the crimson wooden sword itself wasn't simple. With the help of the Flame Separation Spell, its power was extremely great. The scorching red light kept bursting out, and the Spiritual Force's palm kept fluctuating, as if it was going to explode at any moment.
Lee Changqing's brows furrowed slightly. He suddenly clenched his right hand, and the Spiritual Force's palm also began to emit a powerful aura. The Spiritual Force in the world quickly gathered, completely covering up the light of the wooden sword.
The front of the cave strangely became silent.
A moment later... ...
"Bang!"
"Bang!" An explosive sound was heard. The Spiritual Force palm, which had completely trapped the wooden sword, suddenly exploded. It turned into countless Spiritual Force that scattered in the sky and earth. The scorching red light once again flourished.
The crimson wooden sword appeared. The flowing light on the tip of the sword had already dissipated by more than half. However, the overall momentum was even greater than before. In a moment of carelessness, it continued to rush towards Lee Changqing.
This sudden change stunned everyone except Yang Xuan.
"This..."
Lee Yu cried out in alarm as he looked at the wooden sword that had shattered the Spiritual Force's palm. His face was filled with shock.
He knew very well about the strength of his elder brother, Lee Changqing. He was a true Fusion Stage cultivator, and even if it was just a casual strike, it was still not something a Blessed Stage warrior could withstand.