Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 245: Seven Cities Surrounding the Village 7

Fu Haishan finally waited for the chance. When Sheng Jiabai's "divine armor" became dim and looked as if it did not exist, he could wait no longer, drew out the magic sword, and chopped it with all his strength.

Fu Haishan was serious about it and finally made people feel the power of the Ten Heroes. At this moment, he was one with his sword and his sword intent was high. He was not inferior to Wang Qiye at all.

"Devil's Sword Divides the Sea"

Fu Haishan merged with the magic sword and turned into a huge magic sword, slashing towards Sheng Jiabai. The remaining sword intent along the way alone made the scalps of the monks from the seven cities present numb.

"Is it finally here? I thought this secret place would be a little easier, but I didn't expect it to be on the headlines again."

Sheng Jiabai smiled calmly. At this moment, he had put life and death behind him.

His body sank slightly, like a volcano about to erupt. His fists shone with dazzling light, like two bright stars, making it impossible to look directly at them. This light did not come from any external power, but from the faith and courage deep in his heart.

He stamped his feet so hard that the ground seemed to tremble. Then, like a cannonball, he rushed towards the exaggerated magic knife at an astonishing speed. His fist carried an unparalleled power, as if he was going to smash the whole world to pieces.

At the same time, the demonic sword also released a terrifying aura, as if it was a demon rising from the abyss of hell. Its blade flashed with a cold light, carrying endless murderous intent and destructive power.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze. A magic knife and an iron fist met in the air, and a thunderous sound broke out between the two.

An astonishing Qi Lian spread out in all directions, and all the monks activated their defensive magic tools to resist this gust of air.

The troops from both camps stopped fighting. The aftermath of the fight between the ten heroes was enough to keep them busy, so how could they have the energy to continue fighting?

Both sides withdrew from a huge area and witnessed together this rarely seen competition between masters. These were the two strongest people in the foundation-building stage in this world. They were fighting for life and death, and every moment of their battle was so exciting that people dared not blink.

The demon sword was hit by a huge force and turned back five times before it stopped retreating. At this moment, it was spinning faster and faster, chasing after the Iron Fist Saint Bai who fell due to the impact.

As soon as Iron Fist Saint Jiabai landed, he rushed into the sky again as if rebounded by a spring. His body drew an arc in the air and flew up quickly like a marble. This time the impact was stronger than before, which made people marvel.

At the same time, the magic sword that was fighting with Iron Fist Saint Jiabai also felt a huge pressure and spun faster.

"boom--"

The collision between the two produced a stronger energy fluctuation, and the aftermath spread like ripples, forming a powerful impact force. This force caused the surrounding air to become distorted, forming a series of tiny air vortices.

The monks watching felt the powerful aftermath and retreated involuntarily. They showed surprise and awe on their faces, realizing that the intensity of this battle was beyond their imagination. Some monks with lower cultivation even had difficulty breathing and had to use their energy to resist the impact of the aftermath.

These two people are worthy of the title of the Ten Outstanding Ones. They are the two strongest people in the Second Realm, and the fight between them is indeed not easy.

After only a few rounds, the monks who were watching felt that they had benefited a lot, and their battle had just begun.

A magic sword and two pairs of iron fists.

At this moment, both of them have abandoned all their tricks and adopted the most primitive method. You chop me with a knife and I punch you, just like two people who have just learned how to fight.

However, in the eyes of the monks present, they saw that this kind of fighting was the most dangerous. If one of them failed to deal with it well, he would have to face the opponent's continuous attacks and fall into a passive position.

The most primitive contest of body and skills made the two men completely immersed in the arena and forget the existence of time and space.

Every time they swung their fists, it was with overwhelming force; every time they chopped with their swords, it burned with raging devilish flames.

This is a showdown of background and belief, a competition of who is stronger and who has more determination.

Despite such a thrilling battle, it is still difficult to determine the winner.

After the magic knife came into contact with the fist, it flew back for a distance, but this time it did not rush forward again.

Iron Fist Saint Jiabai swung his hand out, but without a target, he slowly retracted it, revealing a puzzled look.

"Saint Jiabai, if we continue to fight like this, we will probably have to fight for two days and two nights before we can decide the winner.

The demon sword spoke in human language, and it sounded like Fu Haishan's voice.

"That's true. Let me see if you have made any progress in the past ten years."

Iron Fist Saint Jiabai made a palm with one hand and a fist with the other, crossing them together, as if he was also moved by his suggestion and grinned.

"my pleasure."

The magic sword leaned forward slightly, as if it were a person, and bowed.

"That would be great."

Iron Fist Saint Jiabai gently turned his wrist, enjoying this final tranquility.

I don't know when it got dark around me. It was broad daylight, but the tunnel was getting darker and darker until it was completely dark. The magic sword was burning with magic flames, which looked like it had just been cultivated. It could only barely cover the blade, but people who saw it turned their eyes away. The magic flames seemed to absorb even the sight, making people's eyes sore and uncomfortable.

Iron Fist Saint Jiabai clenched his hands tightly, as if he wanted to crush the air. His eyes were full of confidence and determination. His broad shoulders trembled slightly, as if he was under great pressure. His chest rose and fell with his breathing, and every breath seemed particularly heavy. The most eye-catching thing was his thick arms. They were as hard as steel, with bulging veins and muscles bulging like hills, which shocked people. These muscles were clearly defined, as if they contained endless power. As long as he lightly punched, he could easily destroy all obstacles.

Without any signs, the magic knife, along with the magic flame, pressed down towards the Iron Fist Saint Family Bai. Compared with the previous speed, it was as slow as a snail. But every time the magic knife pressed down, the aftermath gave the monks who were watching a heavy feeling, as if the city wall above their heads had collapsed at this moment, pressing down on everyone, and some monks with low cultivation were even pressed to their knees.

The magic knife slowly pressed down, but no one dared to question its power at this moment. At this time, everyone still didn't know what was so special about the burning magic flame. The heavy feeling that had exploded so far was already overwhelming, not to mention that this was just the aftermath of the battle. What kind of weight should the Iron Fist Saint Bai, the center of the battle, bear at this time?

The Iron Fist Saint Jiabai, who had been motionless, finally made some moves. Light burst out from the palms of his fists, which were so conspicuous in this dark environment.

Then, everyone was dazzled as the whole body of the Iron Fist Saint Family Cypress shed a layer of mud, revealing a bronze and iron-cast Saint Family Cypress. However, this bronze statue was red all over, as if it had just been cast.

The fist of the bronze statue was shining brighter and brighter at this moment, making the monks who were looking at it feel sore and tears flow from their eyes, but they were still reluctant to look away, and even breathed carefully, for fear of missing this most critical moment.

"It's amazing! They are still in the foundation-building stage, but have they already reached this point?"

Bai Xingchen's eyes flickered and he exclaimed that the trip was worthwhile.

"Is this the power of the Ten Great Foundation Establishers?"

Wang Qiye murmured to himself. Only then did he realize that he still had a long way to go between himself and these peerless geniuses.

"Just relying on this sword intent is still not enough, not enough!" Wang Qiye clenched his fists tightly and looked at the two people fighting.

"Can a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage really achieve this?"

A monk kneeled on the ground, looking at the power of heaven and earth, muttering to himself.

There was no earth-shaking sound, nor any gorgeous and brilliant light.

The magic knife simply drew an arc in the air and slashed towards the waist of Iron Fist Saint Jiabai.

Iron Fist Saint Jiabai swung his right fist with all his might, and with unparalleled power, he smashed the seemingly ordinary magic sword.

The fist collided with the magic knife, and Iron Fist Saint Jiabai's right fist hit the blade of the magic knife. The magic knife seemed to have no way to deal with his right fist, but it was like a windmill, with the right fist as the center, continuing to chop towards his waist.

Iron Fist Saint Jiabai's eyes widened with an expression of disbelief on his face. He tried to dodge, but it was too late. The magic knife cut through his waist at an astonishing speed.

No one dared to breathe, staring at the remaining circle of the knife shadow in a daze. One of the ten heroes, the Iron Fist Saint Jiabai was cut in half just like that?

There was still a circle of devilish flames burning around the waist of the Iron Fist Saint Bai. If not for this, no one would dare to believe this fact.

"what!"

There was determination in the eyes of Iron Fist Saint Bai, and his left fist, which was overflowing with power, suddenly rose up and smashed towards the magic knife.

Facing the dying counterattack of the Ten Heroes, the magic sword remained indifferent and did not dodge. It maintained the same shape as it had after beheading Bai Yaosuke of the Iron Fist Saint Family.

Everyone then realized that the magic sword could be seen with the naked eye at this moment. Only a few wisps of magic flames were left on its blade. The exposed black blade was mottled and weathered, giving people a feeling of old age.

It turns out that although the attack just now seemed simple, its consumption was not low!

Iron Fist Saint Jiabai's fist finally hit the magic sword!

There was a loud "bang" and a crisp cracking sound, and the magic knife instantly broke into five pieces. These fragments scattered on the ground, as if they had lost all vitality. The black light that originally covered the surface of the magic knife also quickly disappeared, as if it had experienced the baptism of tens of thousands of years in this instant, and finally turned into a pile of gray dust.

Two of the top ten heroes died together?

The monks who were watching the scene were stunned and looked at it in disbelief.