Azure Cloud Daoist no longer hesitated. His figure flashed, and he lunged at Ye Qiu once more.
Ye Qiu's expression remained calm. With a lift of his hand, he sheathed the Azure Cloud Sword. At the same time, he flicked his right hand, and a strip of red silk slipped from his sleeve into his grasp. Then Ye Qiu moved and met the attack head-on.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The two figures intertwined, swift as lightning. Strands of Sword Qi sliced through the air with sharp hissing sounds, making all who heard them blanch.
After the time it took for an incense stick to burn, the battle between Ye Qiu and Azure Cloud Daoist had not ended. Instead, Ye Qiu gradually began to gain the upper hand.
Ye Qiu's body had been tempered by the Dragon-Phoenix Spirit Liquid and Nine Yang True Yuan. It had long since undergone a complete transformation, becoming exceptionally powerful. Moreover, his spiritual power had undergone a qualitative leap. Now, even if he encountered an ordinary Martial Artist at the early Martial Ancestor stage, he could contend with them.
However, Azure Cloud Daoist was, after all, a disciple of the Azure Cloud Sword Sect, and his strength was formidable. Although he was only at the sixth level of Qi Refinement, three levels below Ye Qiu, his cultivation realm still surpassed Ye Qiu's by a notch. Thus, it was quite difficult for Ye Qiu to win.
"This brat is too damn strange!"
Seeing this, Azure Cloud Daoist furrowed his brows and could not help cursing inwardly.
Only now did he realize that this green-robed youth's strength was anything but ordinary. It could even be said that he had surpassed ordinary Martial Ancestor experts.
"Hmph! You little beast, today I'll send you to your death!" Azure Cloud Daoist roared.