"Your physical body is strong too!"
Xiao Yun stared fixedly at Yang Yiming opposite him. Since he had begun his journey, Yang Yiming was the only one who could rival him in physical strength.
Others, such as Li Chengdi, Zhao Wuji, and Ye Dadao, were no match for him.
Even Founder's physical body could not compare with his at the same cultivation realm.
Of course, that was also because Yang Yiming had the advantage of deeper cultivation.
If they had been the same age, Yang Yiming naturally could not have possessed such a powerful physical body.
"Our contest of physical bodies ends here. Next, I'll use a weapon!" Yang Yiming stared at Xiao Yun. With a flash of light in his hand, a pitch-black weapon suddenly appeared.
It was a square-tipped halberd, black from end to end like a demonic war weapon, radiating terrifying killing intent.
Yang Yiming held the halberd and pointed it diagonally at the sky. Blazing light erupted from his black pupils, while his long black hair streamed around him, every strand crystalline and gleaming. He looked exactly like an unrivaled War God.
Swish!
At the same time, a weapon appeared in Xiao Yun's hand as well. It was a brilliant golden divine saber, its dazzling blade-light reflecting the myriad heavens, its radiance incomparably resplendent.
Without a doubt, it was the natal sacred saber he had seized from Ye Dadao.
Among Xiao Yun's weapons, this sacred saber was of the highest grade, far stronger than both the Golden Dragon Sword and the Black Demon Sword.
However, this sacred saber was sealed. Only as strong as its wielder was could it display that much power.
Only when Xiao Yun's combat strength rivaled that of a Saint could he completely unseal this sacred saber.
"Good saber!"
Yang Yiming stared