Young Master Wushuang threw his head back and laughed heartily: "It's been so many years, I can't even remember the last time I was injured. You've truly given me a big surprise!"
Seeing that Young Master Wushuang showed no fear despite his severe injuries, Ming Qi was secretly astonished. He was indeed a prodigy who rose to prominence during the waning days of antiquity. Although he hadn't yet reached the pinnacle of power back then, he had already made a name for himself. Reborn tens of thousands of years later, he still held a commanding presence.
"I don't know if this is a surprise or not, but one thing is clear: you must die!"
Ming Qi wouldn't leave his opponent too many openings. Having already dealt Young Master Wushuang two severe blows, there was no need to worry too much about the next battle. Even if you were a true dragon, you were already at the end of your strength!
Sword drawn, charge!
The simplest move, the most direct confrontation!
The three virtual giant swords that Young Master Wushuang had launched vanished into a flash of black light. Behind him, between the three cauldrons, a giant sword suddenly appeared.
"You want me dead? You're not worthy!"
Young Master Wushuang was clearly enraged. He had been struck twice with unexpected tactics, especially the second strike, which was imbued with a powerful divine fire. Even he couldn't expel it now, and it was swirling through his body like a maggot, constantly disrupting and disrupting the control and flow of energy.
Enduring the excruciating pain, Young Master Wushuang took a large step forward. With a flicker of his right hand, he grasped the floating giant sword behind him.
The next moment, he had left a shadow behind him, engaged in a real battle with Ming Qi.
Swords blazed, hundreds and thousands stabbing out in the blink of an eye. By the time both figures vanished, all around them was a dazzling halo of sword light. Wherever the sword light reached, everything vanished.
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"Damn it! We're at the same realm, why is there such a huge gap!"
Lu Ji, who had been struggling on the ground for a long time before finally getting up, was filled with regret. Just now, he'd been practically defeated by a mere clash with one of Young Master Wushuang's three swords. If he were to face Young Master Wushuang alone, wouldn't he be unable to even defeat a single one of his hands? Oh, and when he unleashed his three swords, Young Master Wushuang had already been injured by Ming Qi's self-destructing spirit.
So, Young Master Wushuang's feat of taking on three was accomplished while he was injured.
"Ah, but at least that guy's not dead."
After grumbling, Lu Ji focused on hiding behind the enemy, apparently not charging forward again.
Xing Yun and the others dared not charge forward again. Though Young Master Wushuang was wounded, his strength remained formidable. Even if they were both masters of the Emperor Realm, they could not reach the same level. This point needed no further proof.
The two men engaged in a fierce battle for a full three minutes before abruptly separating, each standing in mid-air with their swords drawn.
Both men's robes were tattered, and each bore numerous wounds. While not fatal, this did not mean that neither side had yet unleashed deadly attacks. On the contrary, from the moment they engaged in battle, they had practically discarded all fancy magical techniques, rarely even employing immortal arts. Their only recourse was to ruthless and swift swordplay—not sophisticated, but deadly.
Both men were immensely experienced in combat. They countered with lethal blows, each ultimately managing to neutralize the other's blows while leaving wounds. While these wounds were not fatal, the sheer severity of their attacks was perhaps only known to them.
Some of the Divine Weapon Sect's members had already begun to quietly flee. With such a large scale, even their own leader might not be able to handle it, so the minions naturally chose to flee.
However, some, relying on their courage, stood at a distance to cheer on Young Master Wushuang. These were fanatics of the Divine Weapon Sect. If Young Master Wushuang was ultimately defeated, they would gladly die and would never desert.
Of course, at this point, neither Young Master Wushuang nor Ming Qi paid any attention to anyone other than their opponent.
For Ming Qi, Young Master Wushuang was his greatest enemy. With the advantage he had gained from two previous surprise attacks, the battle had ultimately reached a near-stalemate. While he had a slight advantage, it was only slight. Defeating Young Master Wushuang with this small advantage would be difficult!
But now that things had come to this, there was no room for slacking off!
As soon as the two men parted ways, Ming Qi charged again, his Fire Emperor Sword blazing with an unprecedented intensity that threatened to paint the entire sky crimson.
Master Wushuang, on the other hand, remained somewhat calmer. He raised his mighty sword calmly, pointed it at Ming Qi, and then thrust it with a gentle, effortless thrust.
The strike seemed powerless, like a single leaf falling from the sky. But as it struck, Master Wushuang's face paled.
Ming Qi, rapidly advancing through the air, suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of danger looming, a feeling that instantly made the hairs on his body stand on end!
The immense threat instantly forced him to abandon all attacks and employ Celestial Shift to evade. However, as he emerged from the space, he was shocked to discover that the threat had not yet subsided!
He looked up and saw a small sword beam hurtling towards him through space!
Sword energy capable of traversing space!
Ming Qi was startled. With a thought, his strongest fire ring enveloped him. Simultaneously, a flash of starlight flashed across his body, and a crystal wall formed before the sword's blade. This was the immortal technique contained within the fifth level of the Nine Heavens Attracting Stars technique, the Guardian Wall.
Everything happened in a flash, but Ming Qi didn't stop. His hands continued to transform at an unbearable speed.
In the void, the Fire God Seal descended upon him.
This strike surpassed any of Young Master Wushuang's previous strikes. This strike made Ming Qi truly feel death, or perhaps it could be said that Young Master Wushuang's strike was the closest he had ever come to death.
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"I wonder if you can withstand this strike of mine?"
In the distance, Young Master Wushuang gazed at the chaotic chaos of light in the void. The corners of his mouth twitched, and it was unclear whether he was about to laugh or something else. However, at this moment, the great sword in his hand, along with the three cauldrons behind him, had vanished, leaving him with nothing.
Suddenly, Master Wushuang saw a thousand rays of starlight pour down from the distant sky, landing on Ming Qi's position. Then, he felt a tremendous force instantly deflect the sword energy that was connected to his mind!
"How is this possible!"
Master Wushuang was suddenly shocked. His sword strike was unstoppable!
How could he suddenly mobilize the power of the stars in the heavens?