Wu Jie was very aware of the huge gap between himself and Prince Ao San.
If he was given another hundred years, maybe this gap would be shortened enough for a head-on confrontation, but at least not now. Once restricted by the opponent, he would never be able to block even one move, let alone three moves.
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But just dodging is not enough. The other party is a senior master who can get along with the masters on an equal footing. In this relatively small martial arts arena, it is impossible for him to dodge three moves.
So he made up his mind from the beginning to use offense instead of defense!
Prince Ao San was not in a hurry to attack, because what he wanted was not to defeat Wu Jie, but to see how capable Wu Jie was and whether he was qualified to handle that matter on behalf of Qingyang Guan.
His patience gave Wu Jie the opportunity to use his unique move. After successfully evading the first move with his fire escape, Wu Jie activated his true fire body.
The crimson flame suddenly rose up, completely covering Wu Jie's entire body, and then dissipated instantly, as if someone had swept a red curtain woven from flames over his body.
This method is usually used by jugglers, and Wu Jie's transformation was just like a clever trick, changing his appearance in the blink of an eye.
Just now, he was a simple young man wearing a light blue robe, but when the curtain of flames swept across his body, the person standing there had turned into a tall, handsome man with a tough appearance.
He was wearing thick red armor, with countless sparks scattered on the armor, and behind him, a cape made entirely of flames was dancing fiercely.
Wu Jie's black hair had now become as red as fire, and was flying with his cloak; his eyes had also become as bright red as flames, yet surprisingly bright, with an unsettling aura.
This sharp energy not only emanates from his eyes, but also radiates from his whole body, making people feel that he is no longer a monk seeking immortality, but has become a brave and resolute god of war!
Countless flames slowly rotated around him, like countless elves cheering for joy. They fell on the ground one by one, and the ground burned and quickly turned into a sea of fire.
Wu Jie's incarnation as the God of Fire stood in the sea of fire, looking at Prince Ao San with war intent.
"Eh?!" Prince Ao San was startled and couldn't help but stop the spell in his hand.
He looked at Wu Jie doubtfully, and saw that Wu Jie was constantly absorbing the power of the flames, and his aura was rising steadily. It soon exceeded the limit that a Hundred Refiners cultivator could reach, and even gradually approached the level of Refining Gang.
level.
"Interesting!" He couldn't help but praise, and the spell in his hand changed, turning from the rolling water into a spear made of ice and snow.
"But it's not just fun! Give me a move!"
The ice and snow spear roared through the air and shot straight towards Wu Jie.
Facing the menacing ice and snow spear, Wu Jie did not dodge this time, but raised his right hand towards it.
A ball of golden-red flames suddenly flew out of his palm, spinning rapidly and hitting the side of the ice and snow spear.
Ice and fire met, making a harsh sound. Wu Jie staggered back two steps, but he successfully deflected the ice and snow spear and blasted it to the ground in the distance.
The ground strengthened with magic was blasted out into a pit large enough to bury a large living person directly. The pit was filled with ice and snow, and even a large area of the surrounding ground was covered in ice.
The power of Prince Ao San's ice and snow spear is indeed extraordinary!
Wu Jie was able to resolve this blow head-on, which was somewhat beyond Prince Ao's surprise. It also made him couldn't help but nod slightly, showing his approval.
"With such strength, it is indeed enough to accomplish many things." He praised, but then changed his tone, "But it is not enough!"
Wu Jie smiled slightly, and the light of the Shenhuo Sword Pill floating in front of him gradually became brighter: "The seniors took the two moves in a row, so it is the juniors who should have counterattacked."
Prince Ao San was stunned for a moment, then thought about it and realized that what he said made sense, so he gave up his plan to continue attacking. Instead, he used his energy to prepare himself and planned to take one of his moves.
He had seen most of Wu Jie's adaptability, maneuvering, defense...all kinds of methods, but the only thing he hadn't seen at this moment was offense.
"If you have particularly powerful tricks, it doesn't mean that you can't go on this trip." He was no longer so arrogant in his heart, and his words were more polite, but he was still aloof, as if he allowed Wu Jie to deal with the Kumho generation.
The changes are just like his gift.
Wu Jie raised his eyebrows and did not answer, but his eyes fell on his sword pill.
His eyes gradually lost focus, but the sword pill buzzed and vibrated.
Along with this slight vibration, the light on the sword pill became brighter and brighter, and layers of red ripples rippled around it, like a leaf floating in the water.
But when he saw these ripples, Prince Ao's expression changed.
For the first time since he entered Qingyang Temple, he put away his arrogance and replaced it with uneasiness and nervousness.
These ripples are not caused by the sword energy surging, nor are they caused by the flames in the air being pushed away, but by the sword intention vibrating and condensing!
More importantly, facing this sword intent, he actually felt "fear"!
He couldn't understand the true meaning of this sword, but he felt a chill rising from his heart. The strong sense of crisis made his scalp numb, and he even thought, "This sword is invincible, so I can only avoid it."
feeling!
Prince Ao San subconsciously wanted to get out of the way, but when he was about to raise his feet, he suddenly realized that he was a dignified senior! He was the one who wanted to test the opponent! Now he was facing the junior's sword power.
, he actually wants to dodge?!
Wu Jie was less than one-tenth his age and was able to neutralize his attack head-on. As a senior, he actually didn't dare to resist Wu Jie's attack?
If he escaped, where would he be able to save the dignity of the Third Prince Yunmengze!
Anger rose like a flame, burning his handsome face red. Although the fear was still there, it could no longer shake him, and instead made him even more angry.
Prince Ao San took a deep breath, and the aura on his body became several times stronger in an instant. An infinite amount of coldness emanated from him, and even Jiang An and Zhang Long could feel it from a long distance away.
The chill is biting.
"He's actually going to take action?!" Zhang Long couldn't help but frown, and was about to stop him, but was stopped by Jiang An.
He turned his head in confusion and saw the confident smile of his senior brother.
"Don't worry, Wu Jie's sword is stronger than you imagined!" Seeing that the situation developed as expected, Jiang An smiled happily, "Since he wants to take this sword forcefully, he will definitely lose!
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"What?!" Zhang Long was so surprised that he almost yelled out the words he was supposed to talk to using the sound transmission technique, and hurriedly asked what happened, but Jiang An only responded with an incomprehensible smile.
"Look at it, don't be anxious."
The person who is least anxious right now is actually Wu Jie. While he is accumulating his sword intent and preparing to deliver a shocking blow, he is also continuously absorbing vitality through the flames to increase his strength.
Living in the sea of fire, with the magical effect of the True Fire Dharmakaya, his strength can be improved a lot, and he can even skip the realm of Tongyou and directly reach the refining level.
Under normal circumstances, this power is patchy and incompetent, making it vulnerable to a real refining monk. But the Tianwen Yijian that Wu Jie wants to use does not have this problem - because its realm is beyond imagination, far from
It is within the reach of the Lian Gang monks. Even if Wu Jie's power is hundreds of times stronger, it will not be enough for him.
In other words, he doesn't have to worry about whether his power is pure, as long as he is strong enough!
The power of the flames continued to gather on his body, and he didn't know how long it took before his heart suddenly moved.
That’s almost it!
With this glimmer of understanding, he activated the sword pill and thrust out a sword.
With a strike of the sword, Prince Ao San suddenly took a breath of air and his face became very ugly.
He has lived for hundreds of years, met many masters, and experienced many battles...but he has never seen a sword like this!
There are no more than three kinds of swordsmanship in the world, either pursuing power, which is as violent as a mountain falling apart and unable to withstand it; or pursuing speed, which is as quick as lightning and unable to dodge; or pursuing flexibility, which is as clever as mercury pouring down all over the ground. No matter how you improve your swordsmanship, it will only be in these three areas.
Development on the road can, at best, just combine three roads.
He had never witnessed the Sword God abandoning his sword and taking action with his own hands, but he probably had all three skills. In other words, he had never thought about swordsmanship other than these three paths.
But today, now, he witnessed with his own eyes the swordsmanship beyond these three paths!
Wu Jie's sword thrust was indeed powerful, fast, and skillful, but it was nothing to him. But there was a strange sword intention in this sword.
It seems to be dismantling everything that is blocking the sword light. In front of it, no matter what kind of defense is useless, there is no choice but to wait for death.
For a moment, he even had a hallucination. In his trance, he seemed to see that he had been torn apart by this sword and turned into pieces of flesh and blood.
Prince Ao San's cultivation was profound and he immediately broke free from the hallucination. However, the crazy warning signs in his heart and the strong fear deep in his soul told him that if he could not block this sword, his life would really be in danger.
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He no longer cared about the issue of face, roared, and gathered all the energy and mana in his body in one breath, turning into infinite ice to block the sword light, and released several magic weapons to block it layer by layer, and even used a shield.
Shaped golden dragon scales protect the body.
After doing this, he was still worried. His feet flashed, and the light on his body blurred, and two figures exactly like him appeared and spread out.
This figure is not an ordinary illusion, but a clone of Yun Mengze's secret dragon blood. Although the clone has no fighting power, as long as the clone is alive, even if the main body is beaten to pieces, it can be resurrected by the clone, although it requires a lot of energy to cultivate.
Years have passed, but the realm and moral conduct have not been damaged at all. It can be said to be a life-saving skill!
At this time, the sword light had already pierced, and the ice block, which was stronger than the rock, was easily pierced like tofu. Then the defensive magic weapons were pierced one by one. Finally, the sword light pierced the golden dragon scale.
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This piece of dragon scale was refined by Prince Ao San with his own reverse scale. It can be said to be the most precious treasure of his life. It is extremely strong and much more precious and powerful than the previous magic weapons. But after being stabbed by this sword light, the golden light on the dragon scale
It dimmed quickly, and it seemed that in just a moment, the dragon scales would be pierced like the previous magic weapons, and all their effects would be lost.
But at this moment, Wu Jie suddenly removed the zhenqi from the sword pill. The dazzling sword light disappeared in an instant and turned into a golden-red sword pill again. It was bounced away by the dragon scales that still had a little golden light, and scratched in the air.
In a circle, it flew back to Wu Jie's hand.
Prince Ao San planned that this treasure would be doomed, but unexpectedly Wu Jie suddenly stopped his hand. In the midst of confusion, he saw Wu Jie clasping his fists and bowing, saluting him politely, and asked: "Senior Ao, three moves have passed.
, do you think I can come forward on behalf of Qingyang Temple?"
Only then did Prince Ao San come back to his senses and hurriedly put away the magic weapon and clone. His face turned green and red, and finally he sighed and became dejected.
"What else is there to say! I sit in a well and look at the sky, and I am arrogant. I really deserve the humiliation I have caused! If you hadn't been merciful... Alas! How can a defeated general have the right to say anything!"
He shook his head and sighed, smiled bitterly, came to Jiang An and Zhang Long, and bowed to the ground: "Qingyangguan is indeed one of the two most famous sects of the decent sect. Ao is convinced! This matter will be entrusted to your sect, regardless of your sect."
How to deal with it, I, Yun Mengze, will never say anything about it!"
After saying that, without waiting for the two of them to answer, he turned into a golden light and flew away in a hurry as if running away.
The three people on the martial arts field looked at me and I looked at you, and couldn't help laughing.