Chapter Seventy-Nine: Admitting Defeat

  "If you kill this guy, no one will fight to the death with you!" Li Yuanhua looked at Kong Zhuo with great disdain, "Knowing it's impossible, don't say it out loud, is it comfortable to be so arrogant?"

  "Ah!" Kong Zhuo was taken aback by his rebuke, awkwardly smiled and forcibly suppressed the murderous intent in his heart. Li Yuanhua was right, under today's circumstances, it was indeed not possible to kill him. However, if calculated properly, taking down this Zhu Zifan wouldn't be a difficult task either, as long as there was an opportunity, or... creating one.

  As he thought of this, Kong Zhuo's eyes narrowed slightly, the smile on his face grew thicker, and the killing intent in his heart also became more intense.

  On the stage, it had completely entered a state of white heat. Fang Yue's sword was like water, with an increasingly dense aura, while Zhu Zifan showed more and more signs of being unable to withstand it. Below the stage, the crowd of cultivators who were watching the battle all started whispering to each other, their voices growing louder and louder as they discussed the fight.

  Excellent third-generation disciples have been seen before, but ones as strong as these two on the stage have not appeared in the memories of many cultivators, including those of the older generation.

  There was an outburst of amazement from below the stage.

  At this time, on the seat of Qingling Gate, Tianyin Shangren had a smile on her face. Obviously, she was very satisfied with the performance of her disciple. It was thanks to Zhu Zifan's strength that their Moon Child could show off, otherwise, they would have been kicked out in three or two moves, and their Moon Child wouldn't have had a chance to perform.

  Unconsciously, her gaze swept to the side and landed on Kong Zhuo standing in the Roasted Pork Seat, a hint of gloom flashing across his face, as if he had swallowed a large fly, and even his good mood was ruined by this pig-like guy.

  "Is our Moon really going to be cheaper than this kid?" Tianyin was thinking extremely gloomily, and at this moment, the stage suddenly underwent an astonishing change, while below the stage there was a burst of astonished cries.

  "Bravado!"

  Jianpo, with great magical power, seals the yuanling of jingguai and yeshou into the xianjian, refining it into a Jianpo, its power unmatched.

  It's not just about having a strong spirit of a powerful demon beast, because if the sealed spirit is too weak, it won't enhance one's strength, and if the spirit is too strong, an ordinary immortal sword can't withstand it, thus forming a contradiction. Therefore, the swords that can truly be refined into Sword Spirits are those with extremely good quality, and also have extremely powerful demon spirits - both of which are hard to find.

  Not everyone is as lucky as Kong Zhong, who has a sword fetus formed by the fusion of Tianhe Xingsha and Xitian Taibai Yuanjing.

  But to merge the yuanling of this strange beast with the xianjian is an even more difficult task, without a great dao path and great magical powers it cannot be done. Therefore, even if you were to add up the entire cultivation world, you would not be able to find several decent xianjians that possess sword intent.

  So when Zhu Zifan's sword aura suddenly appeared, it naturally caused a burst of exclamations.

  "Jianbo, can he control it?"

  Zhu Zifan indeed couldn't fully control the sword energy, but he didn't need to manipulate it either. He simply released the sword intent and that was enough.

  The ear-piercing eagle's cry echoed throughout the arena, and Kong Zhuo was also stunned, looking at the thing that jumped out of Zhu Zifan's sword, his saliva almost flowed down, good guy, this thing is delicious!

  Last time I ate one, the taste was so good that it took ten days for the aftertaste to fade away.

  It was the same kind of bird that Kong Yan had eaten before, although he almost lost his life for that delicious bird meat. However, thinking about the good taste and the benefits he got later on, now it seems quite worth it.

  "Blonde hair and golden armor?!" Just as Kong Zhan's mouth was watering, some connoisseurs had already called out, and Li Yuanhua was one of them. Not only did he call out, but he also stood up.

  Exotic beast, emerald-eyed golden eagle.

  "Now you're in trouble with your wife!"

  That sword broke through Fang Yue's sword curtain like a spiritual awakening, Fang Yue's body paused, the sword momentum in her hand hesitated, she let out a low shout, her body streaked with a trail of cyan light, flying into the air, at the same time, a faint red glow flashed at her waist.

  "That's not necessarily true!" Kong Zhan laughed and said, "Some are still fighting!"

  Kong Zhan's words had barely fallen when a formless heat wave came surging over from the direction of the stove, a red silk ribbon over one foot long emitted an oppressive heat and unfolded from Fang Yue'er's hand.

  Red Tassel, Green Robe, Immortal Sword, Jade Maiden

  As ethereal as an immortal

  In an instant, the entire dragon platform was attracted by this extremely beautiful scene.

  In an instant, the situation changed dramatically.

  "It's still no good, after all this time, can't you control this treasure?!"

  Although Fang Yue'er danced beautifully, in Kong Zhuan's eyes, she still seemed a bit forced. She hadn't completely controlled the treasure, but fortunately, Zhu Zi'fan was also unable to control his sword spirit and immortal sword, so Hong Ling and the sword spirit were evenly matched.

  The pressure began to spread in all directions, and the area around the stage was originally crowded with people, but now they were forced to retreat backward by the overflowing energy. The golden red light became more intense, and the sword's hum grew more mournful.

  The corner of the stage has been lifted, and both sides are no longer just competing in swordsmanship, but in a real showdown of true energy, a genuine contest of cultivation. It's an all-out battle where neither side can afford to show any weakness, and it's also possible that both will suffer heavy losses.

  On the viewing platform of Qingling Gate, Tianyin's expression gradually became solemn. Although he knew that Fang Yue'er would not lose, if things continued like this, her true yuan would be severely depleted and her vital energy would be greatly injured, which was not a good thing for Fang Yue'er.

  "It seems we need to think of a way to stop them!" Tianyin said quietly, "To fight so desperately for one Xian apricot is not worth it!"

  She turned her gaze to the seat of Emei Sect, thinking that Nangong Ping should have the same idea as her. However, what made him feel unexpected was that Nangong Ping's face actually had a hint of a relieved smile at this moment, and his heart couldn't help but thump once.

  "What is this old thing thinking, don't value the life of his disciple?!"

  Just as he was perplexed, a burst of refreshing laughter suddenly came from the banquet in Wansheng Valley.

  "Good, good, what a thrilling battle between two unparalleled masters! With this laughter, a white figure appeared in a very strange way on the martial arts stage, appearing between the two people who were competing. After that person appeared, he stretched out his hands and slightly pushed them forward. Fang Yue'er and Zhu Zifan simultaneously felt their hands lighten, and the two people who were originally stuck together suddenly separated, falling to one corner of the martial arts stage."

  Zhu Zi took a deep breath, smiled and nodded slightly at Fang Yue'er, "Fang Shimei's swordsmanship is powerful, her magic is profound, I admire you, this round, I lost!"