Sword Gale Shattered! The First Holy Son Is Dethroned

Although Jian Zhenzi possessed the Immortal Artifacts Ganjiang Moye.

However, wielding Immortal Artifact also requires consuming one's own power.

Jian Zhenzi himself only had the cultivation of the Spirit Transformation Early Stage, while Luo Futian was at the Late Spirit Transformation realm, in addition to the blessing of the bloodline power of the Luo Futian Witch Clan Bloodline.

In a contest of attrition, Jian Zhenzi is no match for Luo Futian.

Just as Chen Changqing was pondering this...

On the arena, Jian Zhenzi continued his fierce attack on Luo Futian.

"Boom!"

"Bang bang..."

With each strike of the sword, streams of pure, unparalleled sword energy flowed like a river.

Despite facing Jian Zhenzi's sword techniques, Luo Futian dealt with them with ease, displaying a defense and power that left everyone in despair.

His fists swung, seemingly simple straight punches and hooks, yet they seemed to possess a terrifying force of the Annihilation Principle.

Dark golden Qi and Blood circulated continuously on his body surface, forming a substantial barrier.

The Sword Gale unleashed by Jian Zhenzi struck the surface, producing a considerable sound, but it couldn't break through the defense at all.

"Senior brother."

"Now I'm going to get serious!"

After blocking another Jian Zhenzi, Luo Futian smiled contemptuously.

"Roar!"

"Witch War Across the Wilds!"

Having said that, Luo Futian didn't wait for Jian Zhenzi's reply and roared out.

"Boom!"

When we looked again, the giant he had transformed into had already unleashed a punch.

With this punch, a terrifying force was unleashed, like a blood-red shockwave that swept straight toward Jian Zhenzi.

"Um?"

Upon seeing this, Jian Zhenzi's pupils contracted. Without thinking, he swiftly unleashed several sword strikes with Ganjiang Moye.

"Bang bang bang..."

The moment they clashed, the crimson fist energy shattered all the incoming Sword Lights.

"Call out!"

The next moment, Luo Futian's figure flashed and he disappeared from the spot.

Before Jian Zhenzi could react, he felt a shadow looming over him.

Looking up, one sees that Luo Futian has somehow appeared above Jian Zhenzi's head.

"Boom!"

Just as Jian Zhenzi was looking around, Luo Futian suddenly stretched out a giant hand and slammed it down on the Sword Formation.

A violent force instantly filled the entire arena. The five fingers of the giant hand closed like pillars of heaven, and a domain of power that suppressed everything emanated from the palm.

Upon seeing this, Jian Zhenzi's expression changed drastically. In a panic, he hurriedly summoned his Immortal Swords Ganjiang Moye, attempting to block the giant palm descending from Luo Futian.

"Bang!"

The cold light emanating from the sword shattered the moment it touched the giant hand.

The terrifying palm force swept out, directly Jian Zhenzi flying.

After regaining his balance, Jian Zhenzi's face was deathly pale. He felt a churning in his stomach and almost coughed up blood.

Although he possesses Immortal Artifact, activating Immortal Artifact already consumes a considerable amount of his own energy.

After such a long and fierce battle with Luo Futian, Jian Zhenzi was beginning to run out of steam.

Seeing that Jian Zhenzi's aura had become disordered, Luo Futian looked down at him with disdain and said coldly:

"Jian Zhenzi!"

"So what if you wield Immortal Sword? You still can't break through my defenses."

Before the words had even finished, Luo Futian, without waiting for Jian Zhenzi's reply, lifted his foot.

When they looked again, the enormous foot was already stomping fiercely towards Jian Zhenzi.

Upon seeing this, Jian Zhenzi's expression darkened. Without time to think further, he quickly retreated.

"Boom!"

In the blink of an eye, Luo Futian's enormous foot had already stomped onto the arena.

"Bang!"

The entire arena floor cracked inch by inch, and a powerful shockwave, ignoring distance, directly struck Jian Zhenzi.

Jian Zhenzi held his Immortal Sword horizontally in front of him, and streams of Sword Gale energy flowed out, forming a protective barrier in front of him.

Even so, he was still thrown back by the terrifying impact, his Qi and Blood churning within him, and he couldn't hold back, immediately spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Puff!"

Just as Jian Zhen coughed up blood and staggered back, Luo Futian's enormous body vanished once more.

When I looked again, the person had already closed in on Jian Zhenzi.

"Boom!"

The enormous fist, wreathed in dark golden Qi and Blood, hurtled straight down towards Jian Zhenzi's chest like a meteor.

Upon seeing this, Jian Zhenzi instinctively Ganjiang Moye the immortal Immortal Artifacts Gan Jiang and Mo Xie horizontally in front of him.

"Clang!"

"Bang!"

Then, a deafening explosion occurred.

"Buzzing..."

After taking this punch, even the Immortal Artifacts Ganjiang Moye let out a sound that resembled a mournful cry.

The terrifying shockwave traveled through the Immortal Sword and directly reached Jian Zhenzi.

"Puff..."

Immediately afterward, Jian Zhenzi spat out blood again, and was sent flying by Luo Futian's ferocious punch.

Before long, Jian Zhenzi was slammed heavily onto the ground of the arena.

The immortal light emanating from the Immortal Artifacts Ganjiang Moye, which he held in his hand, dimmed considerably and trembled slightly.

"Clang!"

Jian Zhenzi gritted his teeth, struggling to stand up.

Unfortunately, his strength had been completely depleted after the previous exchange, and coupled with the severe injuries he had suffered, he was unable to stand up at all.

Finally, he could only kneel on one knee, his hands trembling as he supported his body.

Anyone can see that.

The outcome of this battle is now decided.

Jian Zhenzi has been defeated.

The First Sequence Holy Son of Mount Shu was defeated by Luo Futian, the Second Sequence Holy Son!

In an instant, the entire venue fell into dead silence.

Before everyone could recover from their shock, Luo Futian's enormous body began to shrink, returning to its original size.

Some faint white marks remained on his bronze skin.

Then, Luo Futian slowly walked up to Jian Zhenzi and looked down at him, saying:

"Jian Zhenzi, if your cultivation level were the same as mine, with this Immortal Artifact, perhaps... I truly couldn't defeat you."

At this point, Luo Futian paused, then changed the subject, saying arrogantly:

However, there are no "ifs."

This time, I won!

Though he said this, Luo Futian felt incredibly pleased.

Before this, he had always been suppressed by Jian Zhenzi, and had challenged Jian Zhenzi several times, but was defeated each time.

Now that he has awakened the Witch Clan Bloodline in his Lineage, his strength has increased dramatically, and he can easily defeat even Jian Zhenzi!

This feeling of victory made Luo Futian feel incredibly comfortable.

"Giggle!"

Upon hearing what Luo Futian said, Jian Zhenzi couldn't help but grit his teeth.

But soon, he took a deep breath and said calmly:

"Yes... I lost!"

Although Jian Zhenzi was very unwilling to lose to Luo Futian, he still accepted the result calmly.

After calming down a bit, Jian Zhenzi, leaning on the Immortal Artifacts Ganjiang Moye, stepped off the arena.

Seeing this, the Mount Shu disciples surrounding the arena finally snapped out of their shock, and gasps of surprise erupted:

"Terrifying!"

"Senior Brother Jian Zhenzi has lost!"

Has the title of the First Holy Son of Mount Shu truly changed hands?

"Senior Brother Luo's strength is terrifying."

"Even Senior Brother Jian Zhenzi is no match for him, let alone the other Holy Sons?"

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