Thump!
The sky was dark and gray, and thunder roared. Zhou Tianming stood atop the Thunder Tree, holding the Thunder Sword.
At this moment, he became incredibly tall, with Thunder Tree reaching the sky, his Dharma Image majestic, and a layer of dazzling purple light surrounding him.
The saints looked on and saw that Jiang Saint was like a child in front of this incomparable giant of Thunder.
Sulfuric acid!
The magnificent Sword Intent resounded.
Zhou Tianming unleashed his most powerful sword strike, like a roar of Heavenly Might, with ten thousand bolts of Purple Lightning intertwined and thunderous energy merging, densely packed, accompanied by continuous cracking sounds.
In an instant, the sky seemed to turn into a purple spider web, and Jiang Ping was right in the center of the lightning spider web.
Jiang Ping felt a chill run down his spine and was extremely cautious. This kind of Thunder power was too overwhelming. At the peak of the Artistic Conception, it was almost like real Heavenly Thunder. Saint Lin, whom he had killed before, was incomparable to this person. He was far too strong.
Of course, a strong opponent does not mean he is weak; he also has his own confidence and strength.
Clang!
He wielded the Black and White Heavenly Saber, unleashing a thousand strikes in an instant, causing the terrifying Purple Lightning Thunder to vanish in a flash.
In just a moment, the spiderweb of lightning that covered the sky went out.
Zhou Tianming remained silent and expressionless. He unleashed several more sword strikes, the lightning like a torrential downpour, leaving the surrounding area desolate and filled with a sense of destruction.
Instantly, the area was completely covered in purple light, filled with Thunder and Purple Lightning, like a surging river of lightning overturning.
Jiang Ping's expression calmed down. After comparing the skills and power of both sides, he remained composed. The Black and White Heavenly Saber seemed ordinary, but it carried a mysterious yet supreme meaning.
With one slash, he split the surging lightning in two; with another, he shattered the great river into pieces; with three, four, and countless slashes, the sword light flashed dazzlingly, and the Thunderous Heavenly Might was completely extinguished.
"This kind of Blade Art..."
Zhou Tianming looked slightly surprised. He had heard that the other party had first displayed this kind of Blade Art when he killed Shang Mingyuan, but no one could examine it closely and could not figure out its origin.
At this moment, this Blade Art was being displayed before him, and even he couldn't immediately decipher the essence of its Saber Intent.
"Kill!"
Zhou Tianming dismissed the thought and shouted in a deep voice.
No matter what kind of Blade Art it is, just push it horizontally.
He changed his formation, and with a wave of his hand, countless Purple Swords were drawn, shining like stars in the sky, each sword flowing with the strongest Thunder Dao Rhythm.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The lightning swords pierced through the air, densely covering Jiang Ping from all sides.
Jiang Ping did not resort to any other methods. He believed that as long as the sword in his hand was strong enough, it could break through Ten Thousand Laws.
He swept his blade across the ground and closed in on Zhou Tianming, intending to make the Number One Under Heaven bleed.
Bang bang bang!
In an instant, the sky flickered between light and darkness. One moment, the might of the Heavenly Might roared and thundered, and the next, dazzling sword light burst forth with a hissing sound. Blinding beams of light appeared City-Protecting Grand Array of the Imperial City was struck, causing cracks to appear.
This scene astonished the saints. They had already displayed the strongest power of the great formation, which even a Nine Heavens Saint would find difficult to break through, yet it was only grazed by the residual power of the two people before it cracked.
"The two strongest people in the world, if they can't leave their spiritual realm, they are invincible."
A sage sighed in admiration.
Jiang Saint was very strong; he possessed extraordinary talent and became Great Saint.
The Lightning and Thunder Martial Saint, on the other hand, possessed a superior realm and was by no means weak in talent. In the era when Jiang Ping was absent, he was the Celestial Flower of both Combat strength and talent.
Sulfuric acid!
A sharp shriek echoed from the heavens.
Jiang Ping raised an eyebrow. His sword, which had been advancing relentlessly, had encountered an obstacle, and cracks appeared in the black and white blade in his hand.
He stared at the nearly shattered Purple Sword before him and said, "This is Saint Weapon!"
"I forged Forty-Nine Thunder Saint Swords from the most durable materials; Great Accomplishment Martial Saint could be instantly injured."
Zhou Tianming spoke slowly.
This is a special weapon, forged from the hardest material and nurtured with the power of lightning, ultimately becoming the strongest Saint Weapon. It can Lightning Control and poses a fatal threat to martial saints below the Great Accomplishment Completion level; a single sword is enough to slice through the flesh of Peerless master.
However, this powerful holy sword was shattered by this young man with a single strike.
The New Saint's sword is powerful enough to defy the heavens!
However, Zhou Tianming remained calm and confident in his abilities, believing he could win the battle.
Sulfuric acid!
The Sword Intent was magnificent, and Thunder swords poured forth. Some were formed from the Dao Rhythm of Lightning, but others were even more terrifying Saint Weapon, hindering Jiang Ping's progress.
Click!
The lightning struck, impossible to defend against; a strand of his hair was severed, and at the same time, a holy sword of lightning pierced straight at his brow.
A warning bell rang in Jiang Ping's mind. This time, he finally changed his strategy. His body trembled slightly, and Runes appeared, then densely covered his entire body.
At the Martial Saint stage, the strongest element is the physical body, which is also the Path of the Martial Artist —the pursuit of strengthening oneself.
He had only used the Heavenly Saber to kill enemies before, and had never revealed his physical strength.
At this moment, a magnificent and supreme aura erupted, Black and White Light shot into the sky, tearing apart layers of dark mist.
In an instant, the saints were horrified to see Jiang Saint's physical body suddenly rise to ten thousand feet tall!
"He is Great Accomplishment Martial Saint?"
The man surnamed Zhou Half-Step Seventh Heaven, was astonished, his face filled with disbelief.
"No way?!"
The saints were astonished. Great Accomplishment Ten-Thousand-Zhang Body was an established fact; how could it appear in someone of a lower realm?
But if Jiang Saint were truly at the Great Accomplishment Realm, he would have already swept through the enemy lines easily; why would he need to go through all this trouble?
"You are not the Life Martial Saint!"
At this moment, even Zhou Tianming couldn't hold back his emotions, his eyes filled with deep emotion.
Clang clang clang!
Jiang Ping was bathed in black and white energy, seemingly born from both Yin and Yang. Life and Life-Death appeared around him, and no matter how the Thunder Saint Sword bombarded him from all directions, he remained unmoved and was not harmed in the slightest.
"Yin and Yang? No, it's Life and Death!"
After careful examination, Zhou Tianming arrived at a conclusion that was close to the truth.
He was stunned, his face showing surprise.
He suddenly realized that Jiang Ping's journey of Seeking the Law during this period now had a reasonable explanation.
The reason the other party seeks cultivation techniques related to Life and Death is because they themselves attain sainthood through the process of Life and Death!
This is the Life and Death Great Saint, whose physical body embodies two supreme realms!
Bang!
At this moment, Jiang Ping seemed to be on par with the heavens. With a single punch, he shattered Ten Thousand Laws, destroyed Thunder, destroyed the holy sword, and extinguished a large area of lightning across a thousand miles.
Zhou Tianming's heart sank. He roared and charged forward.
The Martial Saint's greatest strength lies in his physical body, and his Lightning Body is already at a level of perfection, so it's not necessarily weak.
In an instant, the Two Ten-Thousand-Zhang Dharma Bodies clashed fiercely in the sky, creating a spectacular scene where the Dao Rhythm surged dramatically.
Bang!
As Dao Light pierced the sky, the saints saw blood dripping down; two powerful forces were locked in battle, and someone had been injured.
"It's the Lightning and Thunder Martial Saint! He's injured!"
When You Sheng saw Zhou Tianming, who was disheveled and bleeding from his shoulder, he was completely stunned.
The Number One Under Heaven has been injured!
This is absolutely unprecedented in hundreds of years. Zhou Tianming, who has been undefeated since birth, has now fallen behind against his successor.
"Ah--!"
The Lightning and Thunder Martial Saint roared. He could not accept this outcome. He had fought against a lower-level opponent, who was unharmed, while he himself had been injured.
At the same time, he was horrified as his body was invaded by the opponent's power, and he felt his vital Blood Qi declining.
"This is..."
Zhou Tianming sensed something, and instantly his murderous intent surged; he was enraged.