Practice Remembering You

Chapter 321 Drawing the Sword

on the ring

“Hahaha!” Wu Jun looked at Wu Mengjie and laughed, “Speaking of which, I have been holding it in for a long time. I have already sparred with all the people in the sect, and most of them cannot satisfy me. I was just thinking about how to spar with other cultivators who are tall enough, but then this happened. I fell asleep and the pillow came.

I heard that the Juefei Sect had never accepted any disciples for such a long time since its establishment. But I was lucky enough to actually encounter the situation where the Juefei Sect accepted disciples in my lifetime.

You must be very capable to be able to join the Juefei Sect. Let me experience the strength of the Juefei Sect!"

Wu Mengjie's answer to Wu Jun's nagging was much simpler, with only six words in total: "I'm happy, please make your move."

Wu Jun personally liked Wu Mengjie, a man who was very straightforward. He laughed loudly, and the energy in his body gushed out: "Then you better be careful, Yu Shui·Pao Hantian!"

“Buzz, whoosh, whoosh!”

With Wu Jun as the center, an extremely cold storm quickly formed around him! The storm was so powerful that it reached the edge of the arena's formation as soon as it appeared.

In the storm, there are countless small ice crystal blades. They are as light as flying snowflakes, but they contain endless murderous intent.

These blades spun rapidly, making sharp whistling sounds, and intertwined in the air to form an impenetrable net, like a huge meat grinder, ready to grind up anything that got in its way.

Because they were spinning too fast and in too dense a number, the spiritual wall of the arena formation that was directly cut made a "crackling" sound.

Every impact caused the walls of the formation to tremble, as if they could not withstand such a powerful force.

The piercing sound hurts the eardrums and makes the listeners feel uncomfortable all over their body.

The scene in front of them was actually very scary. The cultivators outside were all terrified. They were all worried instinctively. Would Wu Jun's magic accidentally break the formation and hurt them? But then they thought again, this time the duel was being watched by the ancestor. With the ancestor on the scene and many high-ranking members of the sect present, they would definitely not let that happen.

Moreover, with the current personnel configuration, there is no need to worry even if the formation is really broken. The higher-ups will not just sit there and watch. There will definitely be someone who can easily resolve the crisis.

In the ring, Wu Mengjie could clearly see that when Wu Jun was using magic, the rune pages of the magic weapon beside him were glowing brightly.

Now I don’t know whether the opponent’s magic weapon is a spell that can enhance his own ability, a control type, or an offensive type.

Standing in the area covered by the storm, Wu Mengjie could clearly feel the powerful force of the opponent's magic. At this time, Wu Mengjie could also clearly feel that there was an endless chill penetrating into his body all over his body.

This chill struck directly at the soul. Even though Wu Mengjie was using all his strength to protect his body with his true Qi, he was still unable to withstand so much cold air. It seemed as if the cold air could penetrate the defense of his true Qi.

What's even more terrifying is that this cold air can not only gradually freeze one's own true energy, but even one's reaction ability and spiritual consciousness will be affected.

After this level of state reduction, Wu Mengjie knew why Shi Dongdong told him that when he was fighting with Wu Jun, he should end the battle as soon as possible. The longer it dragged on, the slimmer the hope of winning would be. So this was the root cause.

Wu Mengjie tried hard to analyze it with his spiritual sense and found that the coldness that could affect all conditions was not caused by the blizzard. The frequency of the blizzard's attacks was different from the coldness. The source of this terrible and constantly eroding coldness was Wu Jun's magic weapon!

Facing the strongest fifth-order cultivator in the Jihantian Palace, Wu Mengjie did not dare to be arrogant. He used magic at the same time as the other party did: "Controlling Gold and Condensing Sword Technique"!

“Clang!”

Without saying a word, Wu Mengjie used 70% of his true energy to condense the Zhenyuan Sword.

Wu Mengjie, who has reached the fifth level of cultivation, used 70% of his true energy to condense this Zhenyuan Sword. The sharp aura on it is simply terrifying beyond words.

The sharp aura now is no longer just the sharpness of the sword blade, but the whole body is extremely sharp. There is endless naturally formed blade energy around, surrounding Wu Mengjie's body at an extremely fast speed.

In the spell used by Wu Jun, when those rapidly flying ice blades attacked Wu Mengjie, the blade energy on the Zhenyuan sword in front of Wu Mengjie would automatically meet the ice blades and break them into pieces.

Seeing Wu Mengjie looking so relaxed, Wu Jun's eyes were filled with surprise. He didn't expect that Wu Mengjie could break his first spell so easily without moving.

But it doesn’t matter. Wu Jun’s battles have always been long-term, and the runes around him lit up with a stronger light.

As the power of Wujun's magic weapon increased, Wu Mengjie felt that the terrifying chill was much stronger than before.

Wu Mengjie frowned slightly at this situation. He originally didn't intend to end the fight too quickly and wanted to prolong this fight as long as possible.

Wu Mengjie had this idea not because he had a fighting habit, but simply because he felt that if he defeated the strongest fifth-level existence of the Extreme Cold Heavenly Palace too quickly and easily, it might make his master Yazhi Jushi's friend, the ancestor of the Extreme Cold Heavenly Palace, Shi Xunpo, lose face.

But now Wu Jun's attack is very swift, and the degree of coldness has increased too much. Even if he wants to fight for a while longer, Wu Jun does not agree. In this case, Wu Mengjie cannot think too much about others.

Wu Mengjie's aura suddenly changed, his true energy surged, and a sense of oppression swept through the entire place, making everyone outside feel their bodies freeze.

"Gold Control·Sword Control Technique!"

The Zhenyuan Sword flew up according to Wu Mengjie's thoughts. Controlled by the sword-controlling technique, the power of the Zhenyuan Sword became even stronger.

Wu Jun, who was still preparing for a long-term battle, suddenly discovered that Wu Mengjie's aura had changed drastically!

If the aura that Wu Mengjie had just now was pure fighting spirit, then the feeling now was an unreasonable sense of oppression, like the feeling of a mountain pressing down on one's body.

How long has it been since I felt this way?

"Interesting!" Wu Jun licked his lips, like a bloodthirsty beast. He was even more excited now.

The threatening aura emanating from the flying sword controlled by Wu Mengjie had reached its extreme point. The threat was so severe that it was life-threatening. If one was not careful, it was very likely that someone would die instantly on the flying sword.