"It's okay to suppress others with a high level, but you still have to fight to the death. It's so shameless!"
"Is the belly of Holy Son Jiuyou so small?"
"I think he is afraid of losing. He uses this method to make the Holy Son of Earth dare not accept the challenge and save his own face."
"Holy Son of the Red Dust, please don't accept the challenge. Your world will be yours only in three years."
It means victory or defeat, life or death!
Holy Son Jiuyou has already risked his life, this is his only chance!
Just defeating Jian Wushuang is useless. With Jian Wushuang's talent, he will definitely be able to suppress him in three years.
It can be said that if he misses this opportunity, he will always live in the shadow of Jian Wushuang in the future!
It's better to fight now. If Jian Wushuang is killed, he will be the number one monster in the mainland!
He ignored the voices from the outside world, only Jian Wushuang was in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth turned cold as he said solemnly: "Jian Wushuang, you don't dare to challenge me, do you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Holy Son Jiuyou kicked the ground with the soles of his feet, and his whole body rose into the sky like a sharp arrow, flying towards the arena on the other side of the square.
In his heart, he was worried that Jian Wushuang would not dare to fight to the death with him, so he never stopped talking.
"Jian Wushuang, if you are not afraid of death, then fight to the death with me!"
"If you are afraid of death, go back and be your coward."
By doing this, he killed two birds with one stone. If Jian Wushuang accepted the challenge, then he would have a chance to kill him.
If he doesn't fight, it will inevitably leave a mark in his heart and accumulate inner demons.
How could a peerless evildoer back down?
"Alas, if there is a way to heaven, you will not take it. If there is no door to hell, you will send it to hell. Since you want to die, the Holy Son will help you."
Jian Wushuang still looked calm and calm, and his expression did not waver in the slightest when he accepted the decisive battle of life and death.
"Holy Son, there is absolutely no need for you to accept it!" The elders of the Red Dust Holy Land sighed.
As for the Holy Son of Jiuyou, he laughed a few times as if his plan had succeeded, and then bowed to Gao Tian.
"Holy Lord, this is a life and death battle. I hope no one will save this Jian Wushuang!"
"No matter how hard you fight, this Holy Master will be with you in everything." Holy Master Jiuyou also felt at ease.
A genius at the twelfth level of Qi training is more important than a hundred outstanding disciples!
If Jian Wushuang dies, it will be a huge loss to the Holy Land of Red Dust. Then he, Jiuyou Holy Land, will have a chance to rise and replace the overlord of the Holy Land of Red Dust!
Immediately, he waved his sleeves and robes, and several streams of energy surged out, covering the entire arena to prevent anyone from interfering.
Holy Son Jiuyou stared at Jian Wushuang and smiled coldly: "Jian Wushuang, you are dead today!"
As he spoke, Holy Son Jiuyou flipped his wrist, and immediately, a black and white spiritual sword flashed out.
"Spiritual weapon!"
"What a strong fluctuation of vitality. Is this a top spiritual weapon?"
"As expected of the Holy Son of Jiuyou, once he takes action, he will be the top-grade spiritual weapon that even the alchemy monks long for!"
"The Holy Son of Heaven is in danger. His cultivation has been suppressed due to his age."
"I really don't understand why the Holy Son of Earth wants to accept the challenge. Even though he has already established a foundation, the gap is still huge!"
Seeing this, the warriors watching the battle around the square all exclaimed in surprise, sweating for Jian Wushuang.
The Holy Son of Jiuyou sacrificed his spiritual sword, pouring all his true energy crazily into it, and the sword suddenly erupted into a dazzling light.
Immediately afterwards, he stamped his feet hard in the void, and with the help of this force, his whole body shot out like a cannonball, and he rushed to Jian Wushuang in an instant.
"Jian Wushuang, go to hell!"
Boom...
He slashed with his sword, and the sword glowed like a silver snake dancing wildly.
With one strike, there seemed to be a landslide and tsunami.
The sword is so powerful!
Before the sword light even approaches, it gives people a feeling of suffocation.
Jian Wushuang looked up, his expression still calm, his right arm stretched out, and a golden spiritual sword appeared in his hand.
Swish——
A sword thrust out, the sword glowed like a rainbow, facing the sword glow.
boom!
The two energies collided together, causing a deafening sound like thunder, kicking up dust all over the sky.
"Foundation Building Realm!"
At this moment, everyone was shocked. Jian Wushuang, the Holy Son of the Red Dust, was not at the twelfth level of Qi training, but had actually entered the foundation building!
"I'm afraid you don't know that just yesterday, our Holy Son completed the perfect foundation!"
The proud way of the disciples of the Red Earth Holy Land and the power of the Holy Son are also the glory of the entire Holy Land!
"What?!"
Hearing this, everyone looked shocked.
"No wonder the Holy Son of Red Dust dares to fight to the death with the Holy Son of Jiuyou. It turns out that he has already achieved a perfect foundation!"
"Eighteen-year-old Zhuji, this... what a monster he is!"
"To polish the foundation of Qi training, the speed of cultivation is very slow. If you build the foundation at the age of eighteen... ten years later, won't you be invincible through the formation of pills?"
"I can't wait to catch up!"
After a brief silence, there was a burst of exclamation from around the square.
After the smoke and dust dissipated, Jian Wushuang and Jiuyou Holy Son were facing each other from a distance on the stage.
"Zhuji? Eighteen-year-old Zhuji, Jian Wushuang, I admit that your talent is extraordinary."
"It's a pity that even if you are a perfect foundation builder, I still have no time to build a foundation. The gap between the three platforms cannot be smoothed out by perfect quality!"
The Holy Son of Jiuyou snorted coldly, his eyes becoming more and more murderous.
"boom!"
Behind Jiuyou Holy Son, four flawless white Taoist platforms appeared with a bang. Each Taoist platform was like crystal clear crystal, flowing with hazy mist.
The flawless foundation-building genius of Si Daotai!
At the same moment, the aura of Holy Son Jiuyou surged, even the powerful ones in the late stage of foundation building were a little shocked.
The Holy Son of Jiuyou indeed has the powerful strength to defeat ordinary late stage foundation building!
"Jian Wushuang, are you ready to die?" Holy Son Jiuyou shouted, holding the spiritual sword in his hand and charging towards him again.
"Destruction Blade Technique!"
His sword skills were extremely weird, so fast that they could not be seen with the naked eye. As he continued to attack, streaks of black sword light swept out.
"The Red Dust Sword Technique, entry-level style!"
Facing such a terrifying sword light, Jian Wushuang remained extremely calm, and the spiritual sword in his hand bloomed with thousands of sword shadows.
Ding ding ding....
In an instant, intensive sword sounds echoed throughout the martial arts arena.
Poof! Poof! Poof!
The sword light collided with the sword energy, and sparks burst out.
"The Red Dust Sword Technique, starting position!"
Boo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo.....
In an instant, the sword shadow came like a tide, submerging the Holy Son of Jiuyou into it, making it impossible to escape.
clang! clang! clang! clang! clang!
Holy Son Jiuyou felt as if he was stuck in a quagmire. Every sword shadow brought an invisible restraint, making it difficult for him to move forward.
"Damn it!"
He was actually suppressed!
"This is... the basic method of the Red Dust Sword Technique. Is it so powerful?"
The disciples in the Red Dust Holy Land were all shocked. What Jian Wushuang performed was not some heaven-defying sword technique, but an entry-level sword technique that every disciple knew!
"No, it's not that the sword moves are strong, but that the Holy Son's sword skills are too strong, so even basic sword skills have such terrifying power!"
The God-Transforming Elder of the Red Dust Holy Land saw the truth and couldn't help but marvel.
At the age of eighteen, my understanding of the art of swordsmanship is so profound, it is simply unbelievable!
Jian Wushuang was stronger than imagined, and the outcome of this decisive battle became confusing.
Prodigy protectors from all major forces, and thousands of powerful men with pill formation and above, are all paying attention to this battle.
Some people even took out the spirit stone to record the life-and-death battle between the two saints.
No matter who wins or loses, this is destined to be a stunning showdown that can be watched and appreciated by future generations.
