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In the Room, pills floated in the air, while martial artists, resembling locusts, continuously surged toward the pills with Mystical Energy. Naturally, conflicts would erupt from time to time due to shared interests, leading to fierce battles.
At this moment, Aotian and Blood Sword Jian Mo You were on the verge of a major confrontation over an Innate Pill.
In an inconspicuous corner of the Room, Aotian warily watched Sword Mo You not far in front of him, a powerful aura slowly emanating from Aotian's body.
On the other side, Sword Mo You held a large Iron Sword in his hand. The Iron Sword was entirely black, its surface seemingly coated with ink, exuding a sense of hardness.
"Draw your weapon; otherwise, you won't stand a chance against me," Sword Mo You said to Aotian calmly.
Aotian glanced at the Iron Sword in Sword Mo You's hand and replied, "My body is the hardest weapon!"
Upon hearing this, Sword Mo You sneered and said, "If you seek death, I shall oblige!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Sword Mo You shot toward Aotian like lightning. Along the way, a chilling aura emanated from the thick Iron Sword.
Aotian's eyes glinted coldly as an ice-blue hue surged at his fingertips.
With a whoosh, Aotian's figure shot toward Sword Mo You like a cannonball, seemingly tearing apart the air in his path.
The ice-blue energy at Aotian's fingertips enveloped Sword Mo You's vital points like a sudden storm.
A fleeting darkness flashed in Sword Mo You's eyes. Then, the Iron Sword in his hand seemed to merge with his arm, moving as if it were weightless. Strange sword shadows appeared before the ice-blue attack, completely blocking Aotian's assault.
After seeing his attack blocked, Aotian let out a cold snort. His right hand transformed into a knife hand, infused with powerful force, aiming to slice at Sword Mo You's throat.
As Aotian's attack approached, Sword Mo You felt a sudden chill rise from the depths of his heart, surprise evident in his eyes.
He clearly did not expect that Aotian, with only Innate Second Layer cultivation, could unleash an attack that made him feel a sense of danger.
Sword Mo You dared not be careless; he quickly pushed off the ground with his toes and retreated rapidly.
Aotian's knife hand swept past Sword Mo You, leaving a shallow cut on the stone slab beneath them.
Sword Mo You, being a seasoned warrior, had just evaded Aotian's attack when his wrist holding the Iron Sword twisted in an unusual manner.
Suddenly, the Iron Sword danced through the air like a short snake, unleashing chilling sword energy accompanied by a bloody aura that enveloped Aotian. Such an offensive was not something even some formidable Innate Eightfold warriors would dare to ignore.
Aotian felt a slight shock in his heart; however, he was no longer the naive person he once was. Having experienced numerous battles, he was surprised by Sword Mo You's attack but showed no signs of panic.
Aotian swiftly extended his right hand, forming a fist as layers of Golden Energy enveloped it. Then, carrying an overwhelming momentum, he struck fiercely at the torrent of sword energy directed at him by Sword Mo You.
"Boom!"
The Golden Energy collided violently with the torrent of sword energy, producing a tremendous sound of impact. At the point of collision, a storm formed from the condensed Heaven and Earth Profound Qi could be faintly seen.
"Bang!"
After a moment, the mysterious energy storm shattered violently, and both Aotian and Sword Mo You were pushed back by the force of the rebound.
Aotian's right sleeve had unknowingly torn into threads, exposing his fair skin to the air. Beneath that skin flickered icy blue light as the rebounding force gradually dissipated against that icy blue energy.
Indeed, while Aotian's Nine Transformations of the Divine Dragon Body defense had not reached its peak, it was far from something that could be easily broken by mere rebounding force.
On the other side, Sword Mo You was also forced back a few steps from the impact. However, he was a genuine Innate Eightfold warrior. Thus, he managed to absorb the recoil with his substantial Mystical Energy.
Sword Mo You slowly lifted his head and looked at Aotian in the distance, coldly saying, "You do have some strength, but it should end here!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful surge of Mystical Energy erupted from Sword Mo You's body, and within that Mystical Energy, a chilling aura emerged, causing the surrounding temperature to drop.
Aotian's gaze sharpened. Only warriors who had reached the Human Spirit Realm could influence external temperature changes with their own Mystical Energy.
Of course, there were also some special techniques that could achieve this, such as advanced martial arts. It was clear that Sword Mo You had not reached the Human Spirit Realm, yet he was able to lower the temperature around him. This indicated he was preparing a formidable martial technique, which made Aotian feel increasingly tense.
"Kid, open your eyes in your next life; some people are not worth offending!"
Sword Mo You shouted coldly. Immediately, the chilling Mystical Energy condensed entirely into his Iron Sword, causing cold patterns to appear on its surface.
"Cold Yin Phantom Sword!"
With a fierce shout, Sword Mo You raised the Iron Sword above his head and slashed down at Aotian.
Suddenly, a massive sword of light appeared in the air, exuding a piercing chill as it ruthlessly descended toward Aotian.
The sound of the sword slicing through the air was exceptionally jarring to Aotian. Within that sword of light, he felt an icy power capable of freezing one to the bone. The attack of the Cold Yin Phantom Sword was such that even some Innate Nine Levels warriors would not dare to underestimate it.
As the sword drew closer, Aotian rapidly formed intricate hand seals with both hands. A force filled with destructive energy surged from his body.
In mid-air, a giant Light Finger appeared ominously. Although only half of it was visible, it was adorned with destructive patterns that could shake one's soul. Even more terrifying were the ice-blue runes on the Giant Finger, giving an impression of being unbreakable.
"Annihilation Finger!"
Aotian let out a roar in his heart, and then the Giant Finger, formed by the Transformation Technique and Nine Transformations of the Divine Dragon Body, slowly pressed toward the light sword.
"Boom!"
The two terrifying attacks suddenly collided, and immediately, a wave of energy that felt almost tangible spread out from the point of impact.
Dust on the stone slab was sent flying, and warriors too close to the battlefield were directly blown away by this substantial energy ripple. The surrounding Heaven and Earth Profound Qi also began to surge violently along with this terrifying energy wave...
The Giant Finger and the light sword continued to clash in mid-air, neither side able to gain the upper hand for a moment. However, Aotian knew that his Light Finger contained the assimilation power of the Transformation Technique. If both sides fell into a stalemate, it would surely be the opponent who would ultimately lose!
On the opposite side, Sword Mo You seemed to sense the strangeness of Aotian's Light Finger. Suddenly, he changed his hand seal again, and a drop of blood shot out from his tongue, merging strangely into the light sword.
Immediately, a sinister aura began to emanate from the light sword, and the energy contained within it surged violently. Aotian's Annihilation Finger seemed to be at a disadvantage.
The commotion caused by Aotian's battle with Sword Mo You was indeed significant, drawing the attention of many warriors who turned their gazes toward Aotian...
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