Yanxian is Yanxian, Dayanxian is Dayanxian.
The gap between the two is so vast that even for a quasi-Dayan Immortal who has understood the Immortal Style, it is almost impossible to face the Dayan Immortal.
So Chang Duoling couldn't believe it. The corners of his eyes twitched, and finally his eyes turned cold, "That's a pity. I will never let you leave alive today."
A sneer slowly appeared on Jian Wushuang's lips, "I was able to threaten you the first time, but the second time is more than just a threat."
Chang Duoling also sneered, and the next moment his figure suddenly disappeared, turning into countless wisps of smoke and dust.
Standing still on the spot, Jian Wushuang instantly condensed an invisible sword and blocked it in front of him.
"boom!"
With a muffled sound, the sword in his hand shattered, and his figure retreated hundreds of feet!
Qi and blood surged, Jian Wushuang took a deep breath to suppress the divine blood that was about to surge out.
This simple blow severely wounded him.
Chang Duoling, who has been promoted to the third level, is completely different from before. Whether it is the control of the power of generation or the use of the Immortal Style, it has risen to a new level.
He already had the mentality of killing him, and his attacks were several times more fierce and cruel.
He reached out and made a move, and a star halberd condensed from the stars fell into his hand.
This is the real battle of the times!
The endless void was torn apart, and all the Immortals sighed.
The little emperor had also woken up slowly. He was unable to gather the source of immortality, but he survived because of it. Instead of being pale, his face was filled with a sickly blush.
With the support of the thin purple robe, he watched the battle intently.
This is a battle with extremely unequal realms, but it is also a fierce battle.
Chang Duoling held the long halberd with flowing stars, and with every attack, Jian Wushuang continued to retreat.
"Originally, I regarded sword cultivators as a joke. There were no fewer than fifty sword cultivators who died in my hands. They were just a mob. However, now you have changed my view."
"If you are alive, you will definitely be able to ascend to the Sword Immortal level, or establish a sect, or take charge of hundreds of heavenly realms. It will all be easy."
"But if you are alive, I cannot return to life, and I will never allow it."
Chang Duoling's voice was cold and his eyes were stern, "So, you must die in my hands."
After he said these last words, the star halberd in his hand suddenly slashed down, as if it was carrying the endless stars and crushing them down.
The invisible long sword shattered in response, Jian Wushuang's chest was torn apart, and a long and narrow blood mark appeared.
Then the star halberd in Chang Duoling's hand suddenly deformed and turned into a soft whip, directly binding him.
"Goodbye." He smiled strangely, his palms pointed like knives, carrying endless power, and cut off Jian Wushuang's right arm with one palm.
Divine blood spilled into the void.
"Not good." Chunqiu exclaimed, and was about to rush over, but was stopped by Di Qing.
Di Qing looked at him and said solemnly, "Even Jian Wushuang can't deal with it. Even if you all go up, you will only die."
Chunqiu naturally understood, but if he didn't save Jian Wushuang, he would probably be destroyed physically and mentally.
Thinking of this, he seemed to have grasped the last straw and looked at Di Qing and said, "Here, you are the only one who can save Brother Jian."
Di Qing, as the ninth-level Great Evolution Immortal, is in the absolute realm. He has grown to the ninth-level realm since ancient times, and his level of power has reached its peak. Naturally, he can easily overwhelm those who have just been promoted to the third level. Chang Duoling. But all this must be established before he loses his true life.
He had already lost his two true lives, and the battle with Chang Fu had left him in a state of weakness to this day, but even so, he was still able to save Jian Wushuang from Chang Duoling.
However, he does not intend to save Jian Wushuang now. He can feel that Jian Wushuang needs such a bloody battle that is not equitable at all.
"I will take action when necessary, but not now." Di Qing said, "I have a hunch that this will never be his limit."
"But..." Chunqiu did not say anything in the end, looking solemnly into the void.
At this moment, the void seemed to be soaked in divine blood, and Jian Wushuang was tortured!
Every inch of his immortal body was mercilessly ground into powder by Chang Duoling.
"Let me guess where your immortal source is, heart? Head?"
Chang Duoling sneered, and wherever his palm passed, the immortal body turned into powder.
Jian Wushuang could not move and could only let him dismantle the immortal body.
The bone-gnawing pain made him sweat profusely on his temples, but even so, he didn't say a word and looked at Chang Duoling coldly.
Chang Duoling looked at him with even more shame and hatred. He hated this extremely calm gaze. It was against common sense for someone to be so calm even though he was already about to die.
This look seemed to be filled with disdain and contempt, which made him even more murderous. He punched out directly and crushed Jian Wushuang's belly to pieces!
"It's unfortunate that you met me. If there is reincarnation, remember to restrain yourself."
Chang Duoling said coldly, raised one arm high, and then lowered his head.
Thousands of stars were extinguished at the same time, and the overwhelming force emitted directly shattered Jian Wushuang's entire immortal body.
The streams of light disappeared and finally completely disappeared into the air.
Yanxian's heart palpitated when he saw this scene. Such an unequal bloody battle finally came to an end.
Then, Di Qing, who looked extremely pale, appeared in front of Chang Duoling, but he was still a step too late.
"Damn you bastard, do you know the consequences?!"
Di Qing was furious, and the ten-directional wings suddenly bloomed from behind, revealing the realm of Yan Li without any cover.
Nine-turn Dayan Immortal!
The endless pressure was like ten thousand heavenly realms falling down, and Chang Duoling was horrified by the bone-chilling chill that came from the bottom of his heart.
He knew very clearly what this level of pressure represented, and it was an existence even more terrifying than him.
At this moment, Di Qing was completely furious. Regardless of the damage to his life, he struck Chang Duoling with a palm.
Although he was prepared for it, Chang Duoling was sent flying hundreds of feet away in the face of such a blow.
"Zombie, prepare to die."
Di Qing walked forward slowly, the energy all over his body seemed to be burning, and the ten directions of wings behind him were rhythmically moving, exuding an impressive momentum.
In the golden cage on the hibiscus tree in Beitian Xianzhou, he slept for an unknown number of years. It seemed that he had not yet emerged from the ancient battle.
Until the boy with an anxious look and a certain purpose appeared in his eyes, he felt that a road seemed to appear in front of him.
Entering the Sand Devil's Cave, breaking into the heaven of the past, and going to the Damitian, everything gave him a different feeling.
And he was also unknowingly willing to do things that he shouldn't have been involved in.
Perhaps it was because he had been silent for too long, and the endless years were too long, that he changed some of his attention.
(End of chapter)