Sword Sovereign of the Celestial Emperor-Chapter 282, Primordial Body Refining Technique

At the highest point, Yan Nanxing glanced at Liu Wuyan. With his sharp eyesight, he could see Liu Wuyan’s cultivation technique almost clearly at first sight.

"Primordial Body Refining Technique?"

Yan Nanxing murmured, his eyes flashing with a gleam.

Primordial Body Refining Technique is an Earth Level Middle Tier body refining technique, its value almost rivaling that of an Earth Level Top Tier martial technique. It was cultivated by a Realm of Transcendence expert of the Celestial Travel Sect over a decade ago. However, that expert later went missing, and unexpectedly, this technique ended up in Liu Wuyan’s hands.

However, Liu Wuyan’s fortuitous encounters should not end here. Otherwise, even with the Primordial Body Refining Technique, it wouldn’t be possible to reach such a level in just one month’s time.

Compared to Liu Wuyan, Liu Yidao is a disciple who has steadily accumulated strength. In last year’s Inner Sect tournament, he was still unknown. But today, he has startled everyone with his sudden rise.

The two stood ten steps apart. Liu Wuyan, who looked ordinary and would not be noticed in a crowd, had golden light faintly flowing under his skin, appearing exceptionally profound.

Liu Yidao stood there as if the space had disappeared, standing tall like a unique longsword.

"Draw your sword!"

Liu Wuyan said indifferently, his eyes flashing golden light, like a deity.

"It has been a long time since I fought with all my might. I wonder how many moves you can force me to use?"

Holding the saber in his right hand and supporting it with his left, Liu Yidao’s robe billowed as he spoke lightly.

"How many moves? Hahaha, a thousand moves!"

Liu Wuyan laughed wildly, his right hand clenched into a fist, his right arm drawing back as if pulling a bow, and with a burst of golden light, he unleashed a punch like a comet falling from the sky, hurling fiercely towards Liu Yidao.

This punch contained immense power, enough to seriously injure a peak Ninth Layer True Dao martial artist, the golden light streaking like a dragon.

Liu Yidao stomped the ground with his right foot, advancing instead of retreating. In an instant, he appeared before the golden fist. His saber slashed out horizontally, the atmosphere filled with the scent of death, teeming with countless sharp killing intent.

Clang!

Liu Wuyan’s golden fist collided with Liu Yidao’s blade, countless golden lights splashing to the sides. After a moment’s stalemate, Liu Yidao retracted his right leg, while his left hand drew back to his waist, fingers flexing in rebound, instantly emitting five sword auras silently flying towards Liu Wuyan.

"Insignificant tricks!"

Liu Wuyan sneered, stepping back without assuming any defensive posture, instead, directly kicking towards Liu Yidao’s left chest, the golden light shining like a sharp sword.

Swish, swish, swish...

The sword auras emitted by Liu Yidao’s fingers struck Liu Wuyan’s body but instantly shattered, merely cutting through Liu Wuyan’s garments without harming the skin beneath.

On the stage, the two attacked so quickly that within a few breaths, they had exchanged over a hundred moves. The audience below could only see two blurred shadows, but the sheer momentum stirred their emotions fiercely.

Boom!

After another clash, the two shadows separated to opposite ends of the stage. Liu Yidao’s robes were mostly torn, his face somber, while Liu Wuyan looked equally disheveled but with his golden light growing stronger, his combat power gradually increasing throughout the fight. freewebnσvel.cøm

"Radiant Slash!"

Liu Yidao stamped with his left foot, his eyes dark as he gripped the saber with both hands, his body’s spiritual power surging, suddenly releasing countless powerful qi. His robe billowed as a radiant and pure sword aura slashed down instantly.

This strike seemed to sever human destinies, imbued with a sense of death.

"Five Mountains Divine Fist!

The golden light around Liu Wuyan intensified, a golden giant elephant’s phantom slowly emerging from behind him, exuding a sense of holiness and power. The giant elephant roared towards the sky, charging with overwhelming momentum, crashing towards Liu Yidao.

Bang!

Fist collided with blade, countless golden lights erupted from their point of impact, a white, terrifying shockwave radiating outward from the center.

"Ugh..."

In terms of power, Liu Yidao was ultimately a bit weaker, his body being blasted away, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood mid-air, his face paling.

Liu Wuyan also appeared weakened, yet undeniably stronger compared to Liu Yidao.

In fact, from Chu Ming’s perspective, Liu Yidao and Liu Wuyan should be evenly matched in terms of attack. Liu Wuyan’s victory mainly stemmed from his cultivation of a body refining technique. Throughout their clashes, Liu Yidao sustained increasing physical damage while Liu Wuyan maintained his peak combat power.

In the battles that followed, Chu Ming continued his winning streak, while Zhu Hongxue wasn’t as fortunate, losing over twenty matches. At this point, only a few disciples maintained undefeated records, all being the top talents of the Inner Sect.

In the three hundred and twentieth match, Feng Wuxiang faced Ying Qiangge, the two exchanging a few moves on stage.

"Water Kill Realm!"

Feng Wuxiang’s black hair flew wildly, and instantly, countless white mist appeared around him, hazy and surreal, making the surrounding space as sticky as water. As the white mist emerged, it quickly enveloped Ying Qiangge, moving at an extreme speed.

"Gentle Breeze!"

Ying Qiangge’s face turned solemn as he swung his longsword forcefully, a dominant green light sliced out horizontally from the air, assertive yet graceful, directly slashing towards the gray-white mist.

Swish, swish, swish...

Under Ying Qiangge’s attack, Feng Wuxiang’s assault instantly crumbled, dispersing into the air.

Feng Wuxiang was defeated!

In the three hundred and twenty-third match, Gu Muling faced Su Xin. Though Gu Muling’s palm technique was remarkable, his body technique was equally strong, rivaling Su Xin. But Gu Muling’s proficiency in other areas overshadowed his body technique, while Su Xin could only boast of his body technique.

As soon as the match started, Su Xin turned into a whirlwind, circling around Gu Muling, looking for opportunities. Gu Muling’s gaze shifted slightly, remaining motionless.

"Trying to perform tricks on me?"

Gu Muling said coldly, flexing and extending his right hand, grabbing fiercely forward. A terrifying suction force emanated from his palm, causing Su Xin’s face to change as his speed slowed under Gu Muling’s influence, his body edging closer.

"Mountain-Breaking Palm!"

Su Xin gritted his teeth, taking advantage of the suction force to unleash a palm strike towards Gu Muling. As he struck, a rumbling sound echoed through the air, as if a mountain were collapsing, rocks scattering.

Gu Muling’s gaze turned icy, not dodging but striking back with an equally fierce palm.

"Ugh..."

At the moment their palms collided, Su Xin’s body was blasted away, spitting out a mouthful of blood mid-air, appearing utterly defeated.

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