Cultivating With The Nine Dragons System

C359 The Danger of a Friend



C359 The Danger of a Friend

In terms of martial skills, the Wind Cloud Twelve Styles that Wang Hao mastered was personally taught by the Sword God Yaen San. The twelve sword controlling techniques were gradually evolved from Yaen San's understanding of the righteous path of the sword and his experience in actual combat.    

    

Yaen San had once said that before Wang Hao reached the Spirit Martial Stage, a single Wind Cloud Twelve Styles could defeat all opponents in the same realm. It was not an arrogant statement.    

    

In the Spirit Martial Stage, martial artists had gone from the initial stage of sensing the moral principles of the heaven and earth to being able to use moral principles. They could even reach the initial stage of the domain. At that time, the Wind Cloud Twelve Styles would lose its advantage.    

    

If Wang Hao was not dealing with Ling Tingfeng, but a warrior who had broken through to the Spirit Martial Stage steadily, he would not be able to gain any advantage at this moment.    

    

However, the Devil Cultivator was different. The way they cultivated was not to absorb the natural Yuan energy and temper themselves, but to use all kinds of crooked ways to seize the good fortune of others. Although their cultivation base rose quickly, they were no match for other warriors at the same cultivation level.    

    

Furthermore, as one of the Seven Devil Kings, the martial skill Li Weidan taught Ling Tingfeng was indeed powerful. However, Ling Tingfeng had only mastered it for half a year, and could only exert a superficial amount of its power. How could he possibly defeat the Wind Cloud Twelve Styles that could summon the wind and clouds?    

    

When Wang Hao slashed out the thirty-sixth sword, the accumulated sword force was already overwhelming!    

    

"Slash!"    

    

The sword light flashed, and cracks actually appeared on the Mo Saber in Ling Tingfeng's hand.    

    

The thirty-seventh sword fell, and the Dragon Abyss Sword's "Natural Sharp Weapon" special effect and the talent system's "Critical Hit" special effect were stacked together. With a "Kacha" sound, the blade broke!    

    

Wang Hao, who had experienced hundreds of battles, would never miss such an opportunity. He thrust his sword at Ling Tingfeng's brow, wanting to kill him in one strike!    

    

"Buzz!"    

    

The sword trembled violently, as if it were an excited Ferocious Beast. It bared its fangs at its prey.    

    

Ling Tingfeng widened his eyes. His eyes were about to tear apart. He tried to dodge with all his might, but he was unable to avoid the Dragon Abyss Sword that was getting closer and closer.    

    

"I got it!"    

    

Just as Wang Hao thought victory was coming, his head felt dizzy!    

    

Wang Hao exclaimed in his heart, "Could it be that the 'nightmare' is about to take effect?"    

    

He hurriedly focused his mind, but found that there was another reason for his trance - in the depths of his mind, there was a force that was acting up in secret!    

    

"It's my inner demon!"    

    

Wang Hao gritted his teeth. He had never thought that the inner demon would disturb his mind at this time.    

    

"Wang Hao, your death has come!" The inner demon clamored in Wang Hao's Elf World!    

    

Seeing Wang Hao in a trance, Ling Tingfeng roared wildly. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the sharp blade of the Dragon Abyss Sword.    

    

"Puff!"    

    

Ling Tingfeng's arm was instantly cut off. Blood flew everywhere, but he was still alive because of this.    

    

Ling Tingfeng's blood splashed onto the fire altar. The dark green flames burned even more intensely. He retreated a hundred meters in a row. Holding his broken arm, he gasped for breath, feeling lucky that he had escaped death.    

    

Wang Hao's expression became extremely ugly. His inner demon was stirring up trouble, causing him to have a splitting headache. He couldn't even stand stably.    

    

Wang Hao shouted angrily in his heart, "Mental demons! If I die, you will vanish like smoke. Is this the outcome you want? !”    

    

The mental devil's wild laughter echoed in Wang Hao's Elf World.    

    

"Hahahaha! Who will die with you! When that fool succeeds in his sacrifice, it will be the day of my rebirth!"    

    

Wang Hao was shocked. A sparrow catching a cicada, a sparrow at the back. If the sacrificial ceremony was initiated, the one who would benefit from it would be his inner demon!    

    

Wang Hao could not guess what the inner demon would do, but he had a strong intuition that once his inner demon obtained the power of sacrifice, it would be even more terrifying than Ling Tingfeng obtaining the power!    

    

"Don't even think about it!" Wang Hao wanted to suppress the disturbance of the inner demon, but this was a battle in Elf World after all. He had to prevent Ling Tingfeng's attack, so how could he fight with all his strength?    

    

In this silent battle, the inner demon had the advantage of both heaven and earth, as if victory was within its grasp.    

    

However, just as he was about to show his power, the jade pendant that was tied to the ears of the Dragon Abyss Sword suddenly shone with a gentle light.    

    

"Pure Heart Jade!"    

    

Wang Hao's eyes lit up. This jade pendant was the treasure that Yaen San had given him before they parted.    

    

"Master said that the Pure Heart Jade can suppress the Dragon Abyss Sword's infernal energy. I didn't expect it to be able to suppress my inner demon!"    

    

The gentle light emitted by the Pure Heart Jade gave Wang Hao a refreshing feeling. His wild mind calmed down in an extremely short period of time.    

    

"What kind of power is this? No!"    

    

The inner demon roared in Wang Hao's Elf World. The power of the Pure Heart Jade had caused him to fall into a deep slumber once again.    

    

Wang Hao, who had suppressed the inner demon, had a clear mind and clear eyes.    

    

Ling Tingfeng had witnessed Wang Hao's transformation with his own eyes. Although he didn't know what had happened, it was enough for him to catch his breath during this period of time.    

    

He had seen the reality clearly. The current him was still no match for Wang Hao!    

    

"I can't wait for his strength to subside. I have to start the sacrificial ceremony immediately. Otherwise, when Cheen Yuan comes back with reinforcements, everything will be over!"    

    

Countless black Qi emerged from Ling Tingfeng's body and he used the cloning technique once again.    

    

He turned into two, then two into four, then four into eight, then eighty-six! However, this was not the end. Sixteen into thirty-two, thirty-two into sixty-four, and then one hundred and twenty-eight!    

    

In just three breaths' time, 128 Ling Tingfeng had appeared in front of Wang Hao!    

    

The strength of each of Ling Tingfeng's clones had become weak, unable to resist the power of Wang Hao's sword.    

    

He no longer wanted to kill Wang Hao. Ling Tingfeng only had one goal right now, and that was to snatch the offering from Wang Hao's hands!    

    

Wang Hao's expression became serious. According to the time, Cheen Yuan should have found a helper by now. He only needed to hold on for one wave of attack from Ling Tingfeng, and he would win the most.    

    

"Kill!"    

    

The 128 doppelgangers shouted at the same time, and charged towards Wang Hao.    

    

Ling Tingfeng didn't control all of his clones to attack Wang Hao at the same time. Instead, he formed a group of twelve clones, one after another, like layers of overlapping waves.    

    

"Thousand Chance Umbrella!"    

    

Wang Hao summoned the Thousand Chance Umbrella back without hesitation. The Thousand Chance Umbrella swept across and blocked the first group of clones' attack.    

    

Wang Hao moved his feet slightly and did not move forward. Instead, he retreated to the side of the last sacrifice.    

    

The Wind Cloud Twelve Styles was good at attacking and not defending. What he wanted to use was the Waterdrop Sword Technique!    

    

"First style of the Waterdrop Sword Technique!"    

    

The sword rain fell down, turning into a curtain of rain, and then into a curtain of rain.    

    

The first form of the Waterdrop Sword Technique was a defensive divine skill. Although it wasn't very powerful, it could perfectly protect Wang Hao's body.    

    

Ling Tingfeng's clone slammed his palm on the curtain of rain. Not only did it not shake the curtain of rain, it bounced back by itself.    

    

"Bang!"    

    

The sound of impact lingered in the air. No matter how violently Ling Tingfeng attacked, he returned with nothing.    

    

While casting the Waterdrop Sword Technique, Wang Hao controlled the Thousand Chance Umbrella with his mind and charged back and forth in his clone. Ling Tingfeng's attention was completely focused on the rain, and he could not care less about the Thousand Chance Umbrella.    

    

When he came back to his senses, out of the 128 clones, 26 of them had already been killed by the Thousand Chance Umbrella!    

    

"I don't believe that I can't break through this rain!"    

    

Ling Tingfeng was vicious. He ignited his own life force, and at the cost of shortening his life force, forcefully erupted!    

    

"Break for me!"    

    

A clone recklessly charged into the rain. This time, the clone wasn't broken. Instead, it exploded in the rain!    

    

The rain paused for a moment. Wang Hao's heart trembled violently.    

    

"Damn it! He actually detonated his clone!"    

    

The self-destruction of the first clone was only the beginning. Following that, all the clones attacked at the same time!    

    

"Bang! Bang!"    

    

The sound of explosions could be heard without an end. Every time Ling Tingfeng attacked, the rain curtain would weaken.    

    

"I can't hold on anymore!"    

    

Facing such a powerful and reckless attack, even the perfect Waterdrop Sword Technique finally revealed its weakness.    

    

A clone grabbed onto Wang Hao tightly, slowing his movement by half a point!    

    

The remaining clones reformed into Ling Tingfeng's true form. Wang Hao could only watch helplessly as he stretched out his devil claw towards the final sacrifice.    

    

"Hahaha! It's a success!"    

    

Ling Tingfeng's eyes sparkled with excitement. The outcome he had been waiting for was finally going to be realized.    

    

"Swoosh!"    

    

A ray of golden light completely extinguished his wish.    

    

Ling Tingfeng's body was being observed by a Golden Arrow. At this moment, his hand was less than three centimeters away from the sacrificial offering.    

    

Ling Tingfeng crawled up unwillingly. In the next second, more than ten whooshing sounds were heard. More than ten Golden Arrows stabbed out from all over Ling Tingfeng's body, nailing him to the ground!    

    

Wang Hao killed the clone that trapped him. Looking in the direction where the Golden Arrow came from, he saw a familiar figure on the stairs.    

    

Zhao Muer held the Floating Golden Bow in her hand. Her clothes moved even though there was no wind. She had an extraordinary heroic spirit.    

    

"Muer!"    

    

Zhao Muer walked to Wang Hao's side. Wang Hao anxiously asked, "Why are you here?"    

    

"You and Cheen Yuan's breath disappeared in the city. Ding Liang asked to come out and find you. I don't trust him. I sneaked out when the domain lord wasn't paying attention. In the end, I ran into Cheen Yuan, who was rushing towards the domain lord's mansion in a panic. She told me about what happened here. I rushed over first. "    

    

She paused for a moment and continued," The arrow that was shot just now was sealed by the seal that Master gave me. Even a Spirit Martial Stage expert wouldn't be able to break free from it! "    

    

Wang Hao let out a sigh of relief," It's all thanks to you. Otherwise, something big would have happened. "    

    

Ling Tingfeng raised his head with difficulty. He glared at Zhao Muer and roared crazily, "Zhao Muer, it's you! It's actually you!"    

    

Zhao Muer frowned slightly and looked at Wang Hao. "I know him?"    

    

Old woman erased all of Zhao Muer's memories before entering Holy Domain. Even Wang Hao had forgotten about it. How could he remember Ling Tingfeng?    

    

"You actually said you don't know me!" Ling Tingfeng's eyes turned red because of anger, "You actually said you don't know me!"    

    

Zhao Muer sneered, "I have lost a lot of memories, so naturally I don't know you. But you give me a feeling of extreme disgust. I think I used to hate you very much too!"    

    

After saying that, Zhao Muer swept her eyes across the altar and said in a deep voice, "This altar is too scary. It's better to destroy it immediately!"    

    

Wang Hao nodded and prepared to release all the sacrifices.    

    

At this moment, an incomparably furious voice sounded from the edge of the altar.    

    

"Wang Hao, if you dare touch the altar, I will take her life!"    

    

Wang Hao looked towards the source of the voice. In the distance, there was a clone of Ling Tingfeng that had slipped out of the net.    

    

This clone stood beside a stone pillar. It held a broken Mo blade in its hand and pressed it against the neck of the sacrifice on the stone pillar.    

    

This sacrifice was a woman. Although she was a woman, she had an unusually tall and sturdy body. She was the target of Wang Hao's rescue mission in Cloud Peak Domain, his friend.    

    

Zhao Jun!    

    


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