Chapter 85: White Clothes, Blue Sword, Heavenly Ice and Snow

I had this salt-baked fish. It was huge and you had to break open the salt crust to get to the fish inside. It was incredibly fresh and juicy. 。If you're interested, you can search for such delicacie...Guang was dumbfounded, staring at the dancing Wu Changkong. Since soul beasts were on the brink of extinction, it seemed that there had been very few ten-thousand year soul rings appearing. Even within the Spirit Transmission Tower, creating a ten-thousand year soul spirit wasn't easy, right

Why Why did he have a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring on him Who exactly was he To obtain a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring wasn't something achievable by oneself. It required a powerful force behind it, and Guangying knew this very well. No matter how impulsive his personality was, when facing a Six-Ringed Soul Emperor with two Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings and cultivation power comparable to his own, he no longer had any certainty of victory.

Wu Changkong didn't look at him at all, instead bowing his head to look at the long sword in his hand.

Frost Sword, his Martial Soul. It had been a long time since it was displayed. He had honed his Martial Soul with spirit power for so long, and now seeing his old friend again, his eyes were a little dazed. This moment, no longer cold, was like looking at his beloved, gentle as water.

"Roar!" Guang Biyang roared angrily. At this moment, he couldn't afford to be cautious anymore. In front of so many subordinates, if he showed such cowardice, how could he lead them Therefore, no matter what, this battle was inevitable.

The first soul ring lit up, and the whole body of scales instantly burst out with an iron-gray light, Iron Armor Dragon Form!

Guangbian's left foot stomped heavily on the ground, and he shot forward like a hurricane, charging straight towards Wu Changkong who was caught off guard.

By this level, his speed and strength were already terrifying.

On the massive fist, dragon scales stood completely erect. To be struck head-on by such a fist would be no better than being slowly executed.

Wu Changkong remained staring at his frost sword, standing still. The Ironclad Dragon Fist, as fierce as a hurricane, and the heavy, massive Guangbiao, seemed unable to affect him in this moment.

"Teacher, mind!" Tang Wulin shouted from afar with his greatsword

Just then, the Dance Master moved. His right wrist turned, and on his Frost Sword, six spirit rings converged simultaneously. The sword tip lightly tapped, landing precisely on the fist that resembled a mountain peak.

"Jingle jangle jingle jangle..." a series of crisp ringing sounds arose.

When the first sound rang out, a blast of light like that of a raging dragon came to an abrupt halt. With each subsequent cracking sound, a scale would be ripped from his fist, and he would take a step back with every tremor.

He wanted to resist, to release more powerful soul power, but the moment the Frost Sword touched his fist, a surge of bone-chilling sword energy pierced into his fist. It was like countless needles, traveling along his blood vessels and straight into his body. This forced him to pour all his soul power into defense, leaving no room to unleash any soul techniques!

Seven crisp sounds rang out, and he retreated seven steps. To onlookers, it seemed like Chang Kong had only drawn his sword once.

A faint azure glow rose from him. In the mere instant of their collision, Wu Changkong's aura had already begun to coalesce in a startling way.

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His emerald eyes suddenly turned purple, a pale purple light blooming from his pupils, the Frost Sword thrust forward.

This was a simple, impossibly simple action. From beginning to end, Wuchangkong's gaze remained fixed only on his frost sword.

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But the moment his sword pierced, Guangbian felt as if something inside him had been ignited. A surge of unparalleled arctic sword qi exploded simultaneously, and not only that, he felt his spirit become sluggish and his blood congealing. His renowned powerful martial soul, which had always protected him, seemed to offer no defense whatsoever at this moment. It was as if the Ironclad Dragon had completely abandoned him.

The purple giant snake spirit beside Guangbian finally moved. Its huge body suddenly swelled, and silver scales protruded from its purple body. Its huge tail whipped directly at Wu Changkong from the side, attacking wherever it could!

To everyone's astonishment, the dance master Kong didn't dodge. Yes, he didn't even have the slightest intention of dodging. A cerulean light rose from his body, his eyes still flickering with purple light, as if he was allowing the attack of that thousand-year soul spirit to strike him directly.

"Whoosh!" With a light sound, the moment he was struck, the blue on Wu Changkong's body intensified severalfold. At that instant, everyone felt as if they saw a flash before their eyes; Wu Changkong himself seemed to transform into a sword, identical to the Frost Sword in his hand.

The tail of the spirit of the purple giant serpent was precisely coiled around the tip of that sword.

A purple light swept across, the severed surface smooth and flat. The soul let out a scream, its radiance fading instantly. At this very moment, Frost Sword arrived before the flash of light.

Light's jaws clenched tightly, at this moment, he couldn't even mobilize the power of his martial spirit. The opponent's overwhelming frigid sword energy sealed the connection between him and his martial spirit sword, hindering his thinking. All he could do was raise both palms and mobilize all the soul power he could to defend himself.

"Pfft!" The blue light halted.

He stopped just a hair's breadth in front of the blazing sword, but that icy chill seemed to transform into a net of blades, trapping him completely. His palms had been pierced through instantly and turned the same pale blue as the frost sword.

"You, your eyes... , are you from that place..." Guang-bian stammered, his voice clearly trembling uncontrollably, whether from the cold or fear.

"Wu Changkong said faintly, 'I was driven out from that place because I had a bad temper. So, don't let me see you again.'"

Blue light converged, and the ground seemed to have countless blue currents gathering towards Wuchangkong's body. The frost sword transformed into a streak of light and vanished. He had already turned around and walked towards the direction of Donghuai Academy.

Only countless icy air currents, including the part that entered Guangbian's body, followed him in a rush.

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