Chapter 164

Jiang Ding's brows were deeply furrowed.

As the strongest and most cruel enemy the Immortal Sect had encountered in modern times, the Great Sun Sword Pavilion had slaughtered countless Immortal Sect citizens, and the bones of the dead could pave the entire planet.

There were quite a few old seniors who held deep blood feuds still alive.

Bearing the name "Great Sun Sword Child" might attract hostility.

But nicknames were things that the more you opposed, the more certain unscrupulous people would call them with gusto.

"Great Sun Sword Child, let's develop peacefully..."

"Golden Blade Formation! Go!"

This little fatty was quite insidious, attacking suddenly while he was talking.

Spiritual energy of heaven and earth fluctuated, and thirty-six palm-sized golden blades suddenly condensed around Jiang Ding, linked by formation momentum, whistling as they slashed toward the center.

If it hit, it would be difficult for a perfectly fine person to keep a piece of flesh larger than a finger.

"Heavenly Metal Spiritual Root."

Jiang Ding looked at the fatty with slight surprise.

In the spiritual sea perception of unity of heaven and man, at least thirty percent of the metal-attribute spiritual energy particles were attracted by this person, boosting his metal-attribute spell power by at least thirty percent—three times his own.

His tactical choice was also quite good; compared to his attack power, his defense was as thin as paper.

Whoosh!

As soon as there was a movement in the metal-attribute spiritual energy particles, the azure flying sword had already sensed it; the thirty-six golden blade formation was pierced through after falling a short distance, and one-third of the formation dissipated.

After crisscrossing a few more times, the entire formation completely collapsed before it could increase in value and transform into a true Tier 2 formation.

"Golden Sword Spell!"

"Golden Needles into Rain!"

"Golden..."

For a time, Jiang Ding's location became an ocean of metal-attribute spells; one moment golden blades, the next golden arrows, and later golden halberds and golden hammers, which was an eye-opener, as if entering an ocean of metal-attribute spells, with the sound of clanging never-ending.

It bombarded wildly for a full ten minutes without stopping.

Many Immortal Sect citizens watching the live broadcast doubted whether there was even a tiny bit of flesh and blood left.

"Fuck! Not fighting anymore!"

"Great Sun Sword Child is amazing, I'm not moving anymore, do whatever you want to me."

Ou Daocheng panted, cursed, and stopped casting attack spells.

Maintaining a Tier 2 meta-magnetic formation outside his body, plus casting a formation of near-Tier 2 attack spells, and bombarding wildly for such a long time—even if he was a Heavenly Metal Spiritual Root cultivator of a 'Fa' grade technique, he couldn't take it.

The last piece of golden needle spell was slashed through by a sword, revealing the green-robed youth's appearance, his face looking very unpleasant.

"Great Sun Sword Child?"

I already said don't call me Great Sun Sword Child, don't call me Great Sun Sword Child!

You're just calling it more and more enthusiastically, aren't you?

"Your magic treasure embryo formation only has twelve, and the material is not as good as Xu Jianian's!"

Jiang Ding said coldly.

Clang!

A sword cry clearly entered his ears.

Subsequently, a huge azure ancient tree rose from the ground, towering into the firmament. As its branches and leaves shook, all things perished, and the terrifying aura of the Dharma-Ending era sinking permeated heaven and earth.

Whoosh!

The sword light was so fast it was almost invisible, slashing straight over with the unique majesty of a sword cultivator, and that terrifying sword qi that destroyed everything was deeply imprinted in his spirit.

"Sword intent, this kind of overpowered ghost thing!"

The little fatty Ou Daocheng cursed angrily, his sharp spirit trembling uncontrollably, telling him of the death he was about to face.

"Twelve Meta-Magnetic Star Formation!"

He roared, and the twelve meta-magnetic small mountains around him shone brilliantly, continuously enlarging into mountain peaks over ten meters high; dense Tier 2 formation patterns emerged, and the gray meta-magnetic light revealed its substance.

The Outer Immortal Sect had a heritage called Meta-Magnetic Divine Light!

It specifically countered metal magic treasures like flying swords and flying needles; once a ray of light swept over, swaths of flying swords would fall.

At this moment, although his meta-magnetic light was not yet enough to be called divine light, he was confident that even if the flying swords of a dozen Foundation Establishment cultivators slashed together, he could trap them for a while!

Whoosh!

The gray meta-magnetic light was instantly pierced through under the destruction sword intent!

The omnipresent meta-magnetic repulsive and attractive forces did not cause any deviation in the sword body; it bypassed the heavy meta-magnetic mountain peaks and pierced through Ou Daocheng's forehead.

"Truly an insidious person."

Jiang Ding glanced at the tiny golden needle that had almost pierced his eyes, which suddenly dissipated.

Not only that, in the distance, the spiritual light on the twelve meta-magnetic small mountains extinguished simultaneously, shrinking back to the size of a fist, and fell like their master's corpse, splashing into the water.

"As expected of the Great Sun Sword Child!"

Inside the Grand Void Illusion plaza, someone sighed: "In terms of combat attainments in cold weapons, the Immortal Sect has yet to catch up to even a fraction of his."

"Sword intent, this kind of spirit-specialized structure, is too unreasonable."

"Hey, hey!"

Seeing someone speaking ill of a classmate in his class, Hua Bing's sense of responsibility as a class monitor immediately came up, and she retorted: "You are wrong; Jiang Ding's appearance just shows that the Immortal Sect's exploration in this area is deepening, and in the future, it might surpass the Great Sun Sword Pavilion that has already been destroyed."

"That's difficult; swords require specialization and extreme passion; the Immortal Sect has always regarded cold weapons as a hobby for cultivating sentiment, making it hard to reach this level."

"Look at that guy..."

This person looked like he had a high score in cultural courses, and he pursed his lips: "He hasn't left his sword for a moment since he appeared; he has the style of a sword maniac."

Immortal Capital, Dinghai Zhenyuan.

"I've seen plenty of these sword maniacs."

The yellow-haired man sneered: "I bet this person has had a special love for swords since he was a child; if he were born in any minor realm of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, even without a spiritual root, he would have risen rapidly."

"Senior, don't have that inexplicable hostility anymore!"

"This really should be an Immortal Sect citizen; no old monster would be so stupid as to expose himself under the eyes of so many cultivators."

True Person Dinghai said weakly.

The central formation spirit computer's investigation results were already out, clearly telling the two that this was an Immortal Sect citizen.

"Even if..."

The yellow-haired man remained silent.

"Senior, perhaps we can consider it this way."

True Person Dinghai thought for a moment and said: "Among the Outer Immortal Sects, there is a saying about luck—the Immortal Dao luck of a certain place, the sword-path luck of a certain place, etc.; maybe it's just that we destroyed the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, and the sword-path destiny belongs to our Immortal Sect."

"These are all messy charlatan theories; they are forced explanations by many cultivators when there are many unknowns in the cultivation world; don't pay attention to this superstition."

The yellow-haired man shook his head.

"Even the superstitions of the Immortal Sect's feudal era can temporarily answer some questions of that time."

True Person Dinghai suddenly felt refreshed, pointed at the screen and said: "Isn't this coming now? Is this also a coincidence?"

Whoosh!

An azure sword light slashed past, carrying the meaning of destroying everything, and a square-faced youth vomited blood and smashed onto the sea surface.

"Is your name Xu Si?"

Jiang Ding asked, very interested.

The reason he didn't kill him immediately was that this square-faced youth had actually touched the edge of sword intent, and as the flying sword flew, traces of yin-attribute will appeared, freezing the spirit.

Of course, it was very weak.

In terms of combat power, he was far inferior to Xu Jianian, Ou Daocheng, and other true Nascent Soul descendants; he only entered the top ten because of good luck, and he should fall out soon.

"Thank you for your guidance!"

Xu Si was full of gratitude.

His strength was not worthy of a sword intent strike.

Truly facing a sword-path prodigy's sword, he had a better understanding of his own yin-attribute sword intent.

"You're welcome."

A sword pierced through his throat.

That was it.

(End of chapter)