lcionline Chapter 1763
Chapter 1763
On the void arena, the battle continued, drawing the attention of all sides, who dared not even breathe loudly.
On the Qilin City side, whether it was the disciples, the nine elders, or even the city lord Jiang Bieli, everyone had a tense expression and their palms were sweaty.
"To encounter such a formidable opponent in their very first battle, the people sent by the Seven Peaks Holy Land are indeed extraordinary!"
Someone exclaimed in a low voice, their eyes fixed on the figure in the arena, "Especially Xuan Po, at such a young age he is already in the mid-stage of the Void Reversal Realm, and he has even cultivated four strands of immortal energy. He is truly terrifying!"
Four pale gray immortal energies surged around Xuanpo, like four gray dragons poised to pounce, each turn unleashing a terrifying pressure.
Even Lin Yuyao found it quite difficult to cope, and could only rely on her exquisite movements and the sharpness of the Holy Spirit Sword to barely defend herself.
The two clashed swords, the clanging of metal causing the void to tremble slightly; their Daoist spells clashed without reservation, one side emanating a gray aura from the Xuanpo, the other a radiant halo of the Holy Qilin summoned by Lin Yuyao, their forces balancing each other, making it difficult to determine a winner for the time being.
Suppressing 40% of their fighting strength is no joke.
It tests not only your perfect control over your own strength, but also your ability to perfectly deal with your enemies, which is the most difficult part.
On the other side, Qing Tianyu'er, Xin'er, and Piaoxue were facing only two or three opponents with contemporary immortal energy.
With their strength, they could have easily crushed them, but at this moment they deliberately exercised restraint, maintaining a firm upper hand without revealing their absolute power.
The occasional openings were clearly obvious, but the opponent's lack of combat experience caused him to miss opportunities to counterattack time and time again.
The three women had no choice but to go even further, while keeping a close eye on the battle between Lin Yuyao and Xuanpo out of the corner of their eyes.
However, this seemingly stalemate caused the three figures on the deck of the Qilin City warship to frown in unison.
Compared to the so-called successors of the Seven Peaks Holy Land, their origins were clearly far more prestigious, and their vision was far beyond that of ordinary cultivators. How could such deliberate "letting them off easy" escape their notice?
The young man clad in golden divine feathers gazed at Qing Tianyu'er's somewhat deliberate moves, a playful smile curving his lips: "Interesting, interesting. These three women are clearly far stronger than their opponents, yet they are deliberately suppressing themselves. It's quite intriguing."
The young man in purple, carrying a sword, swept his gaze across the battlefield like a hawk, and slowly nodded: "I underestimated the strength of Qilin City. To be able to find such assistance before the battle. It seems that the three of us will have to put in more effort and thought if we want to achieve our goal."
Standing beside the two, the woman in the black and white robes, with a bewitching and alluring appearance, pursed her lips slightly, a hint of curiosity flashing in her eyes: "However, I really want to see what their true trump cards are."
"It's alright." Young Jin Yu chuckled, his tone filled with unquestionable confidence. "Although we are only avatars this time, it's still a piece of cake to deal with a small Qilin City."
As the three whispered among themselves, the battle on the virtual arena grew increasingly tense.
The five members of Xuanpo were clearly surprised that Lin Yuyao's hastily assembled team possessed such combat power.
Xuanpo used almost all his trump cards and tricks, but he still couldn't completely break through Lin Yuyao's defenses. He was already burning with resentment.
After a loud bang, the two were thrown apart by the impact, creating distance between them.
Xuanpo staggered to the ground, his face turning pale and then red. He suddenly formed a hand seal and spat out a mouthful of blood onto the amber broadsword in his hand.
In an instant, the greatsword hummed, and a terrifying, fierce light burst forth from its blade. A lifelike white tiger phantom slowly rose from the back of the blade, its roar shaking the surroundings with a power that could tear the heavens and split the earth.