Wei Yanglong's expression froze, but he quickly remembered: "Qiankun Dao... Li Poxiao of the Qiankun Dao! Hahaha! You're that peerless genius who comprehended the Dao before he was eighteen! You're a piece of trash, aren't you? A piece of trash who borrowed a body to revive himself—I heard you even borrowed the body of another piece of trash! At most, you're a second-rate novice cultivator now! Trash! Come fight!"
The young man lifted his head high, held the Qiankun Dao Sword level, and walked slowly toward Wei Yanglong. After taking three steps, he suddenly shot forward, swift as a falcon diving on a fish!
"Where life exists, Dao Qi returns to its origin; with the Sword of Slaying Immortals, the true spirit forgets the self!" Li Poxiao flicked the tip of his sword, and countless strands of Sword Qi suddenly surged toward Wei Yanglong. "Qiankun Dao! With my sword, I slay immortals!"
"Drive the thunder and lightning, move in accordance with the sun and moon; command the immortal yin winds and cast fire! Quanzhen Dao! Ten-Thousand-Zhang Thunder!" Wei Yanglong roared. That unusual peachwood sword flew through his hands as he rapidly stepped through the Big Dipper Formation, drawing thunder down upon Li Poxiao! He even guided the lightning over.
Rumble!
The thunder in the sky raged. A bolt of lightning was guided onto Wei Yanglong's peachwood sword in an instant. With a sinister grin, he cleaved it toward Li Poxiao!
Sword Qi radiated from Li Poxiao's entire body, and he vanished with a whoosh. Even when the thunder continued blasting forward, it could not inflict the slightest injury on him!
Buzz!
As I borrowed power amid the chaotic battle, I suddenly heard the ringing of a sword. I saw blood mist erupt from Wei Yanglong's entire body, and then he