Chapter 161: Magic Treasure Embryo

"..."

Zhang Dingjun felt his brain was about to crash.

Why would a Primordial martial artist participating in the college entrance exam have a flying sword?

Why could he kill a mid-stage Qi Condensation cultivator in seconds, and even cut a high-grade defensive magic treasure along with the person and shield into two halves?

Hundred-step flying sword?

What the hell is this!

"Old."

Old man Lin Gang smiled bitterly: "What kind of new technique has the Immortal Sect developed?"

No one around knew.

An Sinuo returned to her separate space, a bamboo forest, her eyes confused, and it took a long time for her to wake up, screaming: "Ah! I was killed in seconds by a Primordial martial artist with a flying sword!"

"God! Could it be that he is a cultivator in disguise?"

She hurriedly flipped through the previous battle recording.

The cold weapon college entrance exam was not a one-round victory, but multiple rounds, constantly ranking.

Recordings were also encouraged to be watched, maximizing the improvement of Immortal Sect students in actual combat.

"It really is a Primordial martial artist!"

An Sinuo was confused, and finally stared at the azure flying sword: "There is a problem."

Unable to figure it out for a while, she sent the battle recording to the exam public channel and gave it an extremely eye-catching title to trick clicks.

"A martial artist killed me, a mid-stage Qi Condensation cultivator, in one move!"

This was also her secretly taking revenge.

Candidates were not just competitive relationships; there was also cooperation and close communication allowed.

The battle continued.

"Primordial martial artist? Haha..."

"How come there are still martial artists now?"

"Damn!"

The further it went, the more cultivators he encountered.

Many people were surprised at first, but the ending was that after casting spells and controlling magic treasures, they were cut into two halves along with their magic treasures in one move.

"Mid-stage, late-stage Qi Condensation, no difficulty."

Jiang Ding gradually had some positioning for his strength: "Their spells and magic treasures are very fragile, they die as soon as they show their heads, no skills needed."

"Thirty-seventh round, Li Tie."

A Qi Condensation Level 8 cultivator appeared. After scanning a martial artist who was watching him quietly, he not only wasn't happy but shouted "Damn": "Primordial martial artist! Jiang Ding!"

It was precisely the dual spiritual root cultivator Li Tie from Rong City Seventh Middle School.

His reaction was also extremely decisive, casting an invisibility spell and disappearing.

On the sea surface, only Jiang Ding was left.

Proud words came from all directions.

"Aren't you sharp with the hundred-step flying sword? Grandpa here can be invisible!"

A meta-magnetic small mountain appeared in the sky, constantly enlarging, falling toward the green-clothed youth below, and at the same time, heavy pressure came, restricting the movement distance.

"Come on! Cut Grandpa here!"

"Grandpa here can flatten you once, and can flatten you countless times!"

Arrogant and proud laughter.

This was the perfect tactic discussed by multiple Qi Condensation cultivators who had been abused in the public chat room, and he used it, adding his own annoying interference tactics.

The sword qi around his body shook slightly, and the invisible pressure of restriction disappeared instantly.

"An acquaintance!"

Jiang Ding revealed a cold smile.

He remembered that not-so-pleasant afternoon.

"Go."

Swish!

The flying sword swept across the sky, passing through a piece of empty sky, blood bloomed, and the corpse cut in half at the waist and internal organs fell from the sky.

Before falling to the sea surface, countless azure sword qi erupted, turning flesh, blood, and bones into a pile of fragments.

The small meta-magnetic mountain magic treasure that was about to suppress down lost all spiritual light and fell to the sea surface.

"Why..."

Li Tie only had a head left, unwilling.

Sword intent sensing locked on,

Mere invisibility had no effect.

"This is..."

Inside the Sky-Sky mothership in the Immortal Capital, the yellow-haired youth looked hesitant, with terrifying killing intent occasionally radiating, and then turning into confusion, the two extremely contradictory states alternating endlessly.

"Senior!"

True Person Dinghai broke out in a cold sweat: "I searched in the library, the Great Sun Sword Pavilion's 'Great Sun Seed Sword Refining Sword Technique' has been deciphered by the Immortal Sect, and there is a possibility of cultivation."

"You old man, don't let your Sky-Sky mothership main gun blow Rong City away!"

Such old cultivators had experienced unimaginable cruel racial extermination wars, and their nerve reactions were incredibly sensitive. Many combat actions were subconscious and difficult to control.

"You didn't say so earlier!"

"I thought I caught a huge contribution of a Great Sun Sword Son!"

The terrifying killing intent around the yellow-haired youth disappeared, and he cursed.

Swish!

An azure sword light slashed, carrying the intent to destroy everything, and a late-stage Qi Condensation cultivator vomited blood and smashed onto the sea surface.

"Your name is Xu Si?"

Jiang Ding asked, very interested.

The reason he didn't kill him in the first place was because this square-faced youth actually touched the edge of sword intent, and traces of yin-attributed will appeared as the flying sword flew, freezing the soul.

Of course, it was very weak.

In terms of combat power, he was far inferior to true Nascent Soul legitimate sons like Xu Jiayuan and Ou Daocheng, and he only entered the top ten because of good luck, and should fall soon.

"Thank you for the guidance!"

Xu Si was full of gratitude.

His strength was not worthy of a sword intent strike.

Truly facing the sword of a sword dao genius, he had more understanding of his yin-attributed sword intent.

"You're welcome."

A sword pierced through his throat.

That was it.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 165 =====

Jiang Ding felt a slight tremor in his heart.

A truly famous figure had finally arrived, an Immortal Sect prodigy.

Xu Jianian!

The boss of the Xu Da Group, son of True Person Tianfang, a Tier 2 war strategist, hailing from the High School Affiliated to Changbai University, with a cultivation base at the peak of Qi Condensation.

Even though the other party was only sixteen and hadn't yet entered university, the technique he cultivated was certainly not the lowest-level 'Jue' grade.

"Your talent in cold weapons is quite good."

A handsome youth walked out from the white light, naturally carrying an air of condescension, as if all his peers should be accustomed to bowing before him.

"It's just a pity that cold weapons are merely a minor path, of no real importance."

Jiang Ding felt somewhat uncomfortable.

It was not because of his words.

It was the way the other party looked at commoners, which was somewhat similar to the feudal aristocrats like Tang Wang.

If it were Tang Wang looking at him with such eyes,

he would not be angry,

and would have no psychological fluctuations at all.

But to be looked at this way by an Immortal Sect citizen, that would not do.

"Please."

Jiang Ding said in a deep voice.

His complex psychological activity faded, giving respect to a true Immortal Sect prodigy.

"Very well."

Xu Jianian shook his head, seemingly feeling that speaking more was beneath him. With a flick of his sleeves, eighteen stone steles spread out in a line, their auras connected, forming a complex formation that suppressed the green-robed youth in front.

Whoosh!

The azure flying sword streaked across like a rainbow, always striking directly, without any flashy tricks.

Sizzle!

The azure flying sword, which had broken through everything since its inception, encountered an obstacle.

Formation patterns flickered faintly between the eighteen stone steles, unexpectedly generating shields several feet long out of thin air. The flying sword pierced into them, continuously penetrating layer after layer of shields, yet the opponent kept regenerating them, endless and inexhaustible.

Having no other choice, he could only shift his angle and shoot out, hovering in the sky.

Of course, this was without revealing the Law-Breaking Immortal Gold.

There was no room for silencing the witness.

"A Tier 2 formation!"

"Eighteen magic treasure embryos connected by heart and blood!"

Jiang Ding blurted out.

He stared with a solemn expression at the handsome youth surrounded by eighteen stone steles in the sky, intimidated by the wealth and talent of a Nascent Soul True Person's direct descendant.

This kind of person possessed individual Foundation Establishment combat power.

(End of chapter)