Chapter 470: Why Does a Fist Cultivator Have a Sword at His Waist

Shock was not limited to them; the spectators around them were equally stunned.

Because this scene was far too unexpected!

They had believed that with the three of them joining forces, they would absolutely put immense pressure on Meng Zhangqing!

Yet the result was the exact opposite!

He was still being crushed!

"Meng Zhangqing's martial foundation is far too deep!"

"He possesses quite a few trump cards to boost his strength!"

"Precisely because of this, he can even suppress the power of the Aoshijian Sect's sword formation!"

Many saw through the situation and spoke in awe.

Secret arts that boost strength exist in every major power; it simply comes down to whose effect is better.

And Meng Zhangqing's is clearly excellent!

Moreover, he has more than just one kind!

Otherwise, it would be impossible to suppress three world-shaking prodigies like this.

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On the battlefield.

Shi Guang rubbed his head.

He seemed to have fallen into a state of confusion.

"Zero Eight Three" said he should tie down one opponent, didn't he?

How did it happen that, as the fight progressed, Senior Brother Meng charged out alone?

And was even pressing the enemy down.

This meant he didn't need me at all.

Thinking this,

Shi Guang's figure wavered and split into two.

The two stared at each other.

He simply sat down on the ground.

Quietly becoming a spectator.

Boom, boom, boom!

The earth kept shattering, with terrifying fist lights everywhere.

The three heaven-piercing sword intents

had all been beaten into a somewhat fragmented state.

And that so-called Three Talents Sword Formation

had long since been broken.

Thud!

A figure flew out, crashing heavily to the ground and falling into unconsciousness.

It was a prodigy from the Yimingjian Sect.

His face was bruised and swollen.

Thud!

Another one flew out as well.

Like a young grass stalk.

He was stuck headfirst in the earth, with only his two legs trembling slightly.

Pfft!

Li Jin spat out a mouthful of blood.

He knelt on one knee.

Relying solely on the sword weapon in his hand, he forcibly supported himself from falling.

Crack!

The sword intent behind him could no longer be maintained.

It finally shattered.

Dissipating into motes of light.

This meant that Li Jin, whether in body or spirit, had already reached his limit.

There was no way to continue fighting.

Now he was being held up entirely by sheer will.

Li Jin struggled to raise his head, gazing at that tall figure not far away.

His body trembled uncontrollably.

He swore that in his life up to this point, he had never encountered such an opponent!

He was simply oppressively strong!