Chapter 209
Zhao Wuhen waved his folding fan lightly, looked at Song Bingpan, smiled lightly and said: "This competition between the three major sects almost made Yang Ran, a lowly born bastard, steal the show. Song Bingpan, you didn't back down, dare to follow me
A fight, very good, in return, a move! I'll defeat you with a move."
"One move! You actually said you would defeat me with one move! What a loud tone. Young people nowadays are really getting more and more arrogant. Very good, Zhao Wuhen, I will see how you can defeat me with one move!"
When Song Bingpan heard this, he laughed angrily, and with a clang, the high-grade spiritual sword Dragon-Slaying Saber behind him flew into his hand.
With a knife in his hand, Song Bingpan's aura suddenly changed, and the terrifying power of the sixth level of the Ancestor Realm spread in all directions.
"The second level of the mountain ape fighting body!" Song Bingpan's eyes were red, and he activated the secret training technique of the Aojian Sect. His body suddenly swelled, his muscles were strong and tight, and a light yellow power enveloped his body.
The body makes him look like a gorilla.
The mountain ape fighting style is a martial art created by imitating the ancient monster beast moving the mountain ape.
The Mountain Ape Battle Body is inferior to the Hidden Dragon Fighting Technique in terms of speed and endurance, but in terms of the burst of power and the Hidden Flood Dragon Fighting Technique, it is also an extremely difficult and amazing method to practice.
After using the Mountain Ape Battle Body, Song Bingpan's power skyrocketed, and his aura instantly broke through, reaching the ninth level of the Ancient Spirit Realm and the Great Perfection of the Ancient Spirit Realm.
"Amazing! His aura is comparable to that of a strong person in the Great Perfection of the Spiritual Realm! It's really amazing!!!"
"How tyrannical!!! He is worthy of being the number one true disciple of the Proud Sword Sect, and the candidate to be the next leader of the Proud Sword Sect!"
"..."
Feeling the tyrannical aura released by Song Bingpan, many people took a breath of air and looked horrified.
The strong men who reached the Great Perfection of the Ninth Level of the Ancient Spirit Realm are the near-top experts in this one hundred and eighty-eighth dynasty.
Before Hua Tianhua was promoted to become an invincible strongman in the Yuan Dan Realm, his cultivation level was only at the level of the ninth level of the Xianling Realm, the Dzogchen Realm.
Seeing this scene, Xue Wuya's expression suddenly changed: "Awesome!!! He is indeed the number one genius of the Proud Sword Sect! He is definitely much stronger than Senior Brother Li."
Tuoba Wudi looked at Song Bingpan, with a flash of surprise in his eyes: "Song Bingpan has grown a lot in the past three years, but with this strength, he is still no match for me."
Immediately afterwards, Song Bingpan's temperament suddenly changed, from a calm person to an extremely arrogant swordsman who only had a long sword in his hand.
Spreading in all directions.
"it hurts!!!"
"It's bleeding! Such a sharp knife, it can hurt us even from such a distance!"
"It's too scary! He can achieve this with just the power of the sword. If he uses the sword, it will be earth-shattering and extremely powerful!"
"No! My face, my face is going to be disfigured."
"……."
The terrifying sword force unleashed by Song Bingpan dispersed in all directions as if it had substance, and landed on the auditorium, immediately cutting open a thin layer of the skin of many strong spectators.
Those spectators suddenly showed horrified expressions on their faces, and activated their true power to protect their bodies, thus blocking the escaping swords.
"This kind of sword power is really terrifying."
"What a strong sword force. This sword force is much more powerful than the sword force Yang Ran used before! No, the two are not on the same level at all!"
"It seems that in this competition between the three major sects, it is still unknown who will be the first place!!"
"yes!"
"……."
Feeling the terrifying power of the sword unleashed by Song Bingpan, many strong men in the audience looked horrified, talking about it, and their eyes flashed with excitement.
Song Bingpan's previous opponents had always abstained, or it was a battle between fellow sects.
Now that they saw him showing his true ability to fight Zhao Wuhen, everyone became excited.
Zhao Wuhen looked calmly at Song Bingpan, whose sword power was rising steadily. He shook his folding fan and said with great pride: "Not bad! I have some skills! But it's not enough! Song Bingpan, use all your skills."
, you only have one chance!"
"The game begins!"
"Zhao Wuhen, take this move from me, the Eight Heavenly Sword Techniques! The Heavenly Sword cuts Yin and Yang!"
An extremely domineering thought flashed through Song Bingpan's eyes, as if he had transformed into a peerless swordsman from ancient times with endless domineering aura.
He smiled crazily, soared into the sky, holding a high-grade spiritual weapon, the Dragon-Slaying Sword, and slashed at Zhao Wuhen with a terrifying sword intention.
Song Bingpan slashed down with one strike, and the dragon-slaying sword, a high-grade spiritual weapon, immediately emitted countless shrill dragon roars.
The terrifying dragon roars gathered into a beam of extremely powerful dragon roar sound waves, spinning crazily and blasting directly towards Zhao Wuhen.
At the same time, under the intensification of the sword intention of the Eight Sword Techniques that day, Song Bingpan's sword energy seemed to split the yin and yang. The real power on the left side rotated and condensed to form a gloomy and dark Yin sword energy.
The right side rotates and condenses to form a dazzling and radiant Yang sword energy, and in the center there is an extremely sharp sword energy that can destroy all things.
The three sword energies completely blocked the void, and with a terrifying aura that was extremely powerful and capable of destroying all things, they slashed towards Zhao Wuhen.
"The intention of the sword! He understood the intention of the sword!"
"It's too scary. He actually understood the high-grade sword techniques of the spiritual level and the sword intention of the Eight Heavenly Sword Techniques! His understanding is really terrifying."
"Having understood the meaning of the sword, with this sword of his, I am afraid that even a strong person in the Great Perfection of the Ancient Spirit Realm can be killed with one sword."
"Too strong! Zhao Wuhen is in danger now."
"..."
The warriors watching the battle in the auditorium all showed horror in their eyes.
The intention of the sword is as difficult to comprehend as the intention of the sword, but once understood, the swordsman's sword skills will be strengthened to a terrifying level.
There are less than five strong men in the entire Han Dynasty who can comprehend the meaning of the sword. Among the younger generation, only Song Bingpan is the only one who can comprehend the meaning of the sword.
Song Bingpan slashed out that peerless sword that contained the meaning of a sword. It was afraid that it could severely damage or even kill some weak masters of the Great Perfection of the Ancestor Spirit Realm. It was so powerful that one can imagine.
Facing that terrifying attack, Zhao Wuhen smiled faintly, took a step forward, and shouted in a deep voice: "Burial in the ground!"
In an instant, the earth suddenly cracked open, and a huge rocky hand six feet wide stretched out from the earth and shot toward the sky.
The huge rock hand collided with the dragon's roar sound wave, directly knocking the dragon's roar sound wave away, absorbing it, and hitting the three swords.
There was a loud bang, and the three blades of sword energy containing the terrifying sword intent cut out a terrifying knife mark four feet deep on the giant rock hand, splattered countless stones, and then collapsed and disappeared.
The huge rock hand took advantage of the situation and swatted Song Bingpan hard like a fly at an extremely domineering speed.
Chapter completed!