Rumble!
Behind the dazzling sword light, the true talisman at the center of the five-colored giant spirit palm suddenly split apart. True Lord Fuhuo was taken aback as well.
This young Daoist at the Dan Qi Realm was absurdly powerful.
A Dan Qi Realm cultivator's Dan Qi might be formidable, but that depended on what it was compared against. Before a Dragon-Tiger Realm cultivator who had formed a Yuan Dan, Dan Qi was like a plate of loose sand, something that should shatter at the slightest pinch.
Using a Dharma body to fight a Dan Foundation cultivator across realms and emerge victorious was already one in a thousand.
Yet now, relying on divine abilities, he could actually contend with him, repeatedly evading the secret arts and Daoist techniques formed from his Dragon-Tiger Realm Yuan Dan.
"My turn!"
As Yang Huai charged out of the trap, his Dao heart remained calm. The Junting Ancient Sword in his hand transformed into a streak of azure light under his sword control and shot toward True Lord Fuhuo. Its endless Azure Dragon sword intent was like green vines of wood spirit energy, surging without end. True Lord Fuhuo drew his sword to block it.
The moment he made contact, he felt a chillingly sharp sword light stretching toward him. If not for the quality of the sword in his hand, the protective spiritual radiance around his body would have been pierced through in an instant.
I cannot engage this boy in close combat!
He thought to himself.
These sword immortals excelled most at close-range fighting. If he became entangled with one, the trouble would be no small matter.
Especially since the other party's sword intent contained an utterly extraordinary intent, its conception incomparably lofty. Even the Dharma power and spiritual radiance of the Dragon-Tiger