Chapter 1972: Six Seals of the Devil-shocking Sword
Chapter 1972: Chapter 1972: Six Seals of the Devil-shocking Sword
Tu Qianqiu originally thought Xiao Yi would fight him with Soul Master’s techniques.
If that were the case, he might still have to put in some effort to kill Xiao Yi.
But at this moment, Xiao Yi was using Poison Dao?
His Poison Dao Cultivation was merely Supreme 9995 Dao, how could he possibly clash head-on with a Supreme Peak Poison Dao strike?
Isn’t that akin to seeking death?
Even against an old monster like Tu Qianqiu, using Supreme Peak Soul Master’s techniques might not guarantee victory.
Much less a weaker Poison Dao?
Beside them, the Heavenly Mechanism Palace Master and the Soul Hall Master both furrowed their brows.
"Ten Thousand Poison Hand."
At this moment, Xiao Yi launched a palm strike.
Tu Qianqiu’s combat abilities were indeed incredibly strong.
But Xiao Yi was inherently unafraid of him, and he had no intention of dodging.
Bang...
The two palms collided, producing an explosive sound.
The clash of the two Poison Powers should have erupted, leading to a spread of deadly poison.
However, the expected event did not occur.
Instead, one Poison Power rapidly corroded the other completely.
The poison in Xiao Yi’s palm remained overwhelming.
But in Tu Qianqiu’s palm, the Poison Power had already dissipated miserably.
Xiao Yi remained completely still, but Tu Qianqiu’s hand had already turned black, and the terrifying poison traveled through his hand, directly into his internal organs.
Tu Qianqiu’s face flushed red, his Qi-Blood surging uncontrollably.
"What a terrifying poison," Tu Qianqiu’s expression changed, hurriedly retracting his hand and stepping back.
He himself was a Poison Dao cultivator, a Poison Dao expert.
However, the poison he prided himself on was so vulnerable against Xiao Yi’s palm.
Ten Thousand Poison Hand, how terrifying.
"Disperse," Tu Qianqiu retreated a dozen paces, shouting loudly.
From within, a surge of momentum erupted.
The poison that had invaded his body was instantly expelled, turning into black mist saturating the air.
Being able to expel such poison with ease.
Proved that this person’s physical strength was incredibly strong.
This person was a Body Cultivator.
"Demon Mountain Palm." As the black mist around Tu Qianqiu dissipated, his figure moved once more, launching a palm with full force.
This palm was overwhelmingly powerful.
In the palm, there was not a trace of embellishment.
Yet the immense force contained within was enough to strike fear into the hearts of men.
This palm was evidently a Body Cultivation Martial Technique.
The swift moving figure resembled a towering black mountain as it approached.
The mere momentum of this palm, even traces of its spilled energy, was enough to crush an entire towering mountain into powder.
Transformed into a Demon Mountain, even amidst a range, it could bulldoze through everything, shattering all in its path.
This was Demon Mountain Palm, one of the most terrifying Body Cultivation Martial Techniques.
Xiao Yi watched coldly.
His eyes carried an indifferent coldness.
Beside him, the Heavenly Mechanism Palace Master frowned deeply.
He knew well the name of Demon Mountain Palm, one of the legendary Martial Techniques of the Black Demon Hall, with extremely great power.
He was well aware that Xiao Xun had achievements of instantly killing a Legend Early Stage.
But back then, Xiao Xun relied on Soul Master’s techniques.
Now, should he go head-to-head, how could a mere Supreme 9995 Dao withstand?
One could clearly see the hand of the Heavenly Mechanism Palace Master subtly moving.
Should any accident occur, he would intervene in an instant.
Boom...
The next second, a massive explosion erupted.
Xiao Yi launched a palm strike.
Palm met palm once again.
But the result was Xiao Yi remained completely still.
While Tu Qianqiu was forcefully pushed back several steps.
"How is this possible." Tu Qianqiu’s expression changed.
His Demon Mountain Palm, with its formidable force, was enough to sweep through and pulverize Ten Thousand Great Mountains.
Yet just now, his palm, when struck by that monstrous hand, felt as though it had struck an even more enormous and unbreakable mountain.
That mountain overwhelmed his Demon Mountain.
Xiao Yi remained unmoved, slowly retracting his hand.
But he made no further movement, merely waiting.
From the start, he never regarded Tu Qianqiu as a threat.
Tu Qianqiu, though a Body Cultivator himself.
But he was not an Extreme Body Cultivator.
Tu Qianqiu, with his Forty Thousand Dao cultivation, possessed overwhelming combat prowess.
But whether it’s extreme body cultivation or not, it has nothing to do with cultivation.
Extreme body cultivation, even in the Ancient Times, was not common.
By this period, the only ones Xiao Yi had seen were a few Main Hall Masters within the Black Demon Hall such as the Asura Hall Master and Hengtian Palace Master.
This Tu Qianqiu, though a body cultivator, is decent but still far from an extreme body cultivator.
And Xiao Yi’s cultivation of the Ten Thousand Poison Treasure Book intrinsically combines the Poison Dao and Martial Arts simultaneously.
His Body of Ten Thousand Poisons is not only an extreme body cultivation but even more formidable than the usual extreme body cultivators.
Only slightly inferior to the heaven-defying Asura Battle Body cultivation technique.
Tu Qianqiu’s supreme peak physical strength is utterly powerless against him.
"Impressive." The Heavenly Mechanism Palace Master finally relaxed his furrowed brows, even admiringly exclaiming.
Tu Qianqiu’s body cultivation path was one of the paths he prided himself on.
In terms of power, enough to crush other Forty Thousand Dao experts.
But in front of Xiao Yi, it is so vulnerable.
Although he suppressed his cultivation, Xiao Yi’s current cultivation is still four levels lower than his suppressed supreme peak.
Clang...
The next second.
A sword’s cry, and in Tu Qianqiu’s hand, a black sharp sword appeared out of thin air.
Jingzhe Sword, being his disciple, he naturally is also a sword cultivator.
Seeing this, Xiao Yi furrowed his brows for the first time.
This is the terrifying aspect of the Black Mage, with endless means, each equally extraordinary.
The techniques Tu Qianqiu now displayed involve the Poison Dao, Body Cultivation Dao, and Sword Dao.
Each one is a highly combative path.
Tu Qianqiu, though not an extreme body cultivator, is far from being an Asura Sword.
But under his supreme peak physical strength, combined with the supreme peak level in Sword Dao, such combat power is nearly invincible within the same realm.
Even if he is currently suppressed at supreme peak cultivation, experts like the Poison Robe probably couldn’t withstand even one of his sword strikes.
"This sword will avenge my protégé."
Tu Qianqiu roared as he unleashed a sword strike that flashed like a sudden bolt of lightning.
The sword, swift and fiercely powerful, even carried an astonishing eeriness and unpredictability.
"Six Seals Demon-shocking Sword?" The Heavenly Mechanism Palace Master’s face turned cold, "This is a technique beyond Legend, Tu Qianqiu, you..."
The Heavenly Mechanism Palace Master was just about to take action.
Clap...
Beside him, an old hand grasped his arm.
The Soul Hall Master shook his head, his eyes firmly fixed on Xiao Yi ahead.
At this moment, Xiao Yi frowned slightly.
By relying solely on the Poison Dao and physical strength, he couldn’t possibly block this sword from Tu Qianqiu.
This sword is immensely powerful.
Moreover, that black sharp sword is definitely a high-grade Holy Artifact.
Even if not at the peak, it’s at least high-grade advanced.
At this moment, the sword edge is upon him.
The sword, shrouded in black aura, is unimaginably daunting.
The incoming sword strike was like a fierce demon, devouring all in its path.
Buzz...
Xiao Yi’s eyes narrowed.
A burst of formless soul power erupted momentarily.
Swords of sharp edge appeared out of thin air.
Upon the sword’s release, the black aura on the black sharp sword dissipated into thin air.
Xiao Yi stood with hands behind his back.
Yet, the formless swords emerged with force.
Clang... A sword strike, stopping Tu Qianqiu’s black sharp sword dead in its tracks.
Clang... Clang... Clang... Clang...
The second, third, fourth, fifth...
Swords of formless nature endlessly continued.
With a sword in hand, Tu Qianqiu stepped back continually.
His expression changed dramatically.
The oncoming formless swords made him feel as if he was confronting a supreme sword cultivator, as if dueling with an invisible hand.
Gradually, each formless sword grew sharper.
Those invisible hands seemed to transform into hundreds of supreme sword cultivators.
Now, he was trapped in the onslaught of these formless swords.
The swords, like a storm.
Clang... A crisp clang resounded.
Tu Qianqiu could no longer withstand it, and his sharp sword flew from his hand.
A sword cultivator, his sword struck down.
He, was defeated!
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