Chapter 174 Watching the Battle at Forbidden Purple Ridge
Qin Ming left Jialing City and rode the Silver-Winged Frost Bee back towards Moon Gazing Island.
He flew in the Sky for the better part of a day.
Suddenly.
His powerful Divine Sense detected a large number of Cultivators gathered several miles away.
It was a Mountain Range, and a blue stone great wall had been built along the nearby Mountain Range, winding and continuous, like a long dragon coiling between the mountains.
Qin Ming originally wanted to leave directly, but when he heard the topics discussed by the Cultivators rushing over, his interest was piqued.
He immediately put the silver wings into his Spirit Beast Pouch, used the Breath Concealing Technique to reveal his Early Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivation, and then casually stopped a Late Qi Condensation Stage Cultivator to ask questions.
The Qi Condensation Cultivator was controlling a Dharma Boat, flying quickly towards the gathering place, when he was suddenly stopped.
A trace of anger flashed in his eyes, but when he sensed that the Spiritual Power Fluctuation emanating from the other party far exceeded his own, a smile reappeared on his face.
"Hehe! This Senior, may I ask what instructions you have?" The Qi Condensation Cultivator smiled ingratiatingly and respectfully bowed to Qin Ming.
He looked at the Curly-Bearded Strongman with a face full of flesh, secretly cursing his bad luck, and immediately felt apprehensive.
Qin Ming pretended to be profound, snorted coldly and asked, "Humph! Why are you running? Am I that scary?"
"You brat, tell me properly, what happened ahead? If you don't satisfy me with your explanation, be careful I'll break your legs!"
When the Late Qi Condensation Stage Cultivator heard this, he was immediately frightened and shivered, and hurriedly replied honestly: "Reporting to Senior, today is the day that Linghu Yang and Wei Kingdom's number one sword Wei Wuyai agreed to compete. In a while, the two will begin their duel at Forbidden Purple Ridge. Many Cultivators are rushing to witness this once-in-a-century grand event."
"This junior is also rushing to join in the fun."
Qin Ming was stunned when he heard this, unexpectedly it was related to Wei Wuyai.
"Cough! Tell me more, who is that Linghu Yang? How dare he challenge Wei Wuyai?"
"Ah? Doesn't Senior know? That Linghu Yang is a recently famous hermit who defeated a Pseudo-Core Old Ancestor with his Perfected Foundation Establishment Cultivation, shaking the Wei Kingdom Cultivation World."
Qin Ming frowned and recalled, it seemed that when he was in Azure Sea Immortal City, he did hear someone discussing this person, and he had some impression.
'No wonder he dares to challenge Wei Wuyai, it seems he has some Strength.'
"Alright, you can scram." Qin Ming said in a muffled voice.
The Qi Condensation Cultivator was relieved as if he had been granted amnesty, and left in a sweat after saying goodbye.
"Damn it! Is today not a good day to go out? How could I encounter such a Fiend Star? Fortunately, the other party is not some great villain, otherwise I would be miserable..."
...
Qin Ming watched the direction the Cultivator left, and thought to himself: 'This is a bit interesting~'
'Then I might as well go and see what the Ceiling combat power of the Wei Kingdom Cultivation World's Foundation Establishment Stage is like.'
Thinking of this, Qin Ming also flew towards Forbidden Purple Ridge.
After Incense Stick Duration.
Qin Ming arrived at the Scene of the upcoming Competition. Forbidden Purple Ridge was already crowded with people and extremely lively.
"Who do you think will win this battle?"
"Is there even a need to ask? Of course it's Linghu Yang! Being able to defeat a Pseudo-Core Old Ancestor, he is a Heaven's Chosen who is rarely seen in a hundred years!"
"Wei Wuyai, as the number one sword of Wei Kingdom, is not just for show! After so many years of Hard Cultivation, I'm afraid his Way of the Sword has already Reached Perfection! That Linghu Yang is definitely not his match."
"Then do you dare to bet? Bet your High-Grade Magic Tool?"
"Come on! Who's afraid of who! But let's make it clear in advance, if you lose, you must hand over that hundred-year-old Wind Spirit Grass!"
"Deal! That's settled then! Who's afraid of who!"
"..."
Scene after Scene like this was constantly being staged at Forbidden Purple Ridge.
Qin Ming was also stunned by what he saw. The Competition between Wei Wuyai and Linghu Yang had not yet begun, but the Cultivators below had already started betting one after another.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Just then, two dazzling Escaping Lights, from the distant Sky, approached rapidly in an instant.
Two heroic figures stood in Mid-Air, facing each other.
Linghu Yang was tall and straight, his eyes sharp, his facial features rugged and resolute, holding a Top-Grade Spirit Tool long saber in his arms, and said faintly to Wei Wuyai, "This battle will not only determine the winner, but also life and death!"
"As you wish." Wei Wuyai's Expression was without the slightest fluctuation.
The surrounding onlookers, listening to such a simple, crude, and domineering opening remark, couldn't help but feel their blood boil.
Qin Ming was also secretly observing in the Sky nearby. He had just released his Divine Sense to investigate, and found that the Magical Power Cultivation fluctuations of the two were almost equal.
Swoosh! Swoosh! The battle was about to break out.
In the Sky, two streaks of light and shadow intertwined, flashing a dazzling bright light, causing the crowd below to exclaim in surprise.
Boom! Boom! Two deafening sounds exploded, and Wei Wuyai and Linghu Yang had already exchanged blows in the Sky.
Some Cultivators only felt the momentum was huge, but they didn't understand what was happening at all.
Qin Ming saw it clearly. The two Perfected Foundation Establishment Heaven's Chosen had exchanged blows dozens of times in just an instant. A cluster of scarlet Sword Light and a piece of Blue Radiance could be seen with the naked eye, intertwined with each other, fighting from the Sky to the ground, leveling the nearby Mountain Top.
Many Cultivators watching the excitement, seeing such terrifying Might, couldn't help but drive their Magical Artifacts and fly far away.
They were afraid of being affected by the aftermath of the Combat between the two, and ending up dying.
For a time.
In the distant mountains, Rocks collapsed and cracked, dazzling Spell roars rose and fell one after another, and smoke and dust billowed.
Wei Wuyai, as the number one sword of Wei Kingdom, controlled a Top-Grade Spirit Tool Magic Sword, Sword Light flashing around his body, sometimes transforming into a Sword Shield, sometimes attacking and transforming into a Sword Formation, several times forcing Linghu Yang into danger.
Wherever the Sword Light passed, it was invincible, and everything was cut into dust.
And that Linghu Yang was not an easy opponent either. He controlled a golden long saber Spirit Tool, surrounded by Five-Colored Flame, and his aura was approaching Pseudo-Core.
"Humph! Brother Wei, good skills, the next move is my Strongest Strike in Life. If I still can't defeat you with this move, then I will admit defeat." Linghu Yang showed a look of madness, his fighting intent awe-inspiring! Then he pointed at his brow, and a drop of dark red Essence Blood floated out, instantly dripping onto the saber body.
Boom! The ancient golden long saber seemed to be completely awakened by something, and instantly turned into a piece of glittering starlight and disappeared.
Obviously, at the cost of consuming Essence Blood and Lifespan, some extremely terrifying Secret Technique was activated.
Immediately, Linghu Yang put his hands together and raised them above his head.
Boom! A Saber Light phantom tens of feet long, appeared on Linghu Yang's body in an instant, exuding a world-destroying aura!
Even Wei Wuyai couldn't help but frown when he saw this, and cursed inwardly: What a damn madman! Qin Ming, who had transformed into a Curly-Bearded Strongman, was stopping in the Sky to watch the show, and was enjoying it when.
He suddenly felt something was wrong.
The Position where Wei Wuyai was standing was directly in front of Qin Ming. He did not expect that Linghu Yang's strike at the cost of burning his Essence Blood would be so powerful.
Qin Ming was just about to move further away to watch, when he saw Linghu Yang's Saber Light phantom, with an irresistible force, slashing towards Wei Wuyai! Boom! The Cultivators watching the battle from Qin Ming's side, looked at this saber strike that ran through the Horizon, and were so frightened that their Expressions turned pale, secretly complaining and regretting not standing further away.
They did not expect that watching a show could lead to trouble, and they could only secretly pray in their hearts that Wei Wuyai could withstand this extremely powerful Spell.
"Oh my goodness!"
"Linghu Yang's strike, I'm afraid it has surpassed the scope of Foundation Establishment Stage Spell, right?"
"This person is really a madman, it's over, there's no time to escape."
"I hope Wei Wuyai has a way to deal with it, otherwise it will be terrible!"
Just as everyone fled in all directions to avoid it.
The Blue Saber Light phantom, which was tens of feet long, under Linghu Yang's control, erupted with Might again, and instantly rose to more than ten feet, slashing down towards the front!
An unexpected Scene appeared.
Faced with such a terrifying Trump Card, even Wei Wuyai, who was known as the number one sword of Wei Kingdom, did not intend to take this saber strike head-on.
Wei Wuyai took out a gray Talisman and immediately slapped it on himself. His whole person disappeared from the spot out of thin air.
He instantly appeared in a place a mile away.
Even Qin Ming was stunned by this operation.
"Damn it! Wei Wuyai actually flinched!"
"It's over, it's over, that saber is slashing down, run!"
"Too late, we're dead..."
"..."
Qin Ming's face twitched. He didn't expect that just coming to be a spectator would also be affected by the Combat.
Seeing that Linghu Yang's strongest strike had already locked onto the Sky area where he was, unless he had a Void Shift Talisman like Wei Wuyai, there was no way to avoid it.
The nearby Cultivators wailed, revealing expressions of despair.
Roar! Just then.
A Heaven-and-Earth-shattering blood-colored four-armed giant phantom appeared in Mid-Air, its figure reaching more than twenty feet tall, towering and majestic.
The moment the blood-colored four-armed giant phantom appeared, it exuded an unparalleled aura, and Shock Wave after Shock Wave spread out in all directions.
The Cultivators who were affected were like boats swaying in a huge wave, and were instantly blown away, and some even fell directly from Mid-Air.
The blood-colored four-armed giant ape phantom, facing the slashing Saber Light, was not afraid at all.
Crackling!
It stretched out its four arms, closed its five fingers together, and turned all of them into fists, like a blood-colored demon god, instantly crossing a distance of tens of feet, and punched horizontally towards the Saber Light phantom in the Sky!
Boom! Boom! Boom! Crack! After several earth-shattering and intense collision sounds, the Blue Saber Light in the Sky was instantly shattered by the blood-colored giant phantom with a few punches, collapsing like foam.
Bang! The remaining power of the fist shadow did not diminish, and it punched Linghu Yang in the Sky behind, and his whole body was blasted into the Mountain in the Rear like a cannonball.
On the Mountain, a clear indentation in the shape of the Chinese character 'Tai' appeared. Hiss! The Cultivators watching the battle gasped, not only because they were rejoicing for surviving a disaster, but also because of the shock in their hearts at the Scene just now. It was impossible to calm down for a long time.
Wei Wuyai, not far away, also showed shock, looking at the Curly-Bearded Strongman transformed by Qin Ming, his heart was already turbulent.
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