Chapter 139: Living Spirit, Bronze Statue

The final battle has officially begun!
"Qiang!"

With a loud bang, Chisongzi's sword collided with Xiaoyaozi's sword energy.

Xiaoyaozi's sword energy collapsed instantly, turning into countless fluorescent lights falling down. However, Chisongzi's sword power did not decrease at all, and he went straight to Xiaoyaozi.

There was a hint of surprise in Xiaoyaozi's eyes. He didn't expect that such an ordinary stab could easily defeat his Snow Queen Chuqing.

He quickly adjusted his internal breath, condensed his true energy, and prepared to meet Chisongzi's next attack.

However, Chisongzi's sword force suddenly changed, turning into a soft sword energy, tightly surrounding Xiaoyaozi.

Xiaoyaozi only felt a gentle force surging into his body, and his true energy actually began to flow slowly under the guidance of this force.

His heart moved, and he immediately realized that it was Chisongzi who was affecting his true energy.

He did not dare to be careless and quickly used his mental skills to resist Chisongzi's sword energy.

After a moment's stalemate, Xiaoyaozi knew that he was no match for his opponent and had no choice but to admit defeat.

"Brother Chisongzi, I give up!"

Upon seeing this, Chisongzi put away his sword, looking puzzled. Then he left Miaoguantai without saying a word.

At this time, Gongsun Ce, who was eating melons in the audience, floated to the Miaoguan stage and said, "Xiaoyaozi, long time no see."

Xiaoyaozi looked at Chisongzi's receding back, and he realized that Tianzong had decided to abandon Renzong, and today might be the day when Renzong would be destroyed.

"Set up the formation!"

Xiaoyaozi shouted loudly, and then all the disciples of the Renzong sect who were watching the ceremony quickly surrounded Xiaoyaozi and set up the Tiangang Sword Formation to increase Xiaoyaozi's fighting power.

Compared to when he surrounded and killed Gongsun Ce before, Xiaoyaozi can be said to have been reborn, but isn't Gongsun Ce the same?
Xiaoyaozi stood in front of the disciples, his eyes flashing with endless hatred and anger.

Behind him, a group of disciples from the Renzong sect stood according to the direction of the Tiangang Sword Formation, with the long swords in their hands pointing to the sky, and a faint light flashing on the tips of the swords.

"Tian Gang Sword Formation, rise!"

At Xiaoyaozi's command, all the disciples responded in unison. As they swung their swords, a murderous aura spread.

In the sword formation, sword lights flickered and sword energy spread everywhere. Xiaoyaozi's aura suddenly surged. At this time, his aura was extremely close to that of a mid-stage grandmaster, but he was still unable to break through this barrier.

Gongsun Ce looked at the sword formation in front of him that secretly matched the numbers of Tiangang, and a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

During this period of time, Gongsun Ce has seen many formations, but the strength of a formation ultimately depends on the people. A group of Renzong disciples plus Xiaoyaozi are obviously not good enough in Gongsun Ce's eyes.

Word Spirit: Eyes of the Wind King

Gongsun Ce finished reciting the dragon script in an instant. The surrounding air surged and turned into countless breezes. These breezes spun rapidly in the air and turned into wind blades, shooting towards the disciples of the Human Sect.

The wind blades came with great force. Although the disciples of the Human Sect had been prepared, they still seemed a little powerless in the face of such a powerful attack.

The wind blades swept through the bodies of the disciples of the individual sect, cutting off heads, hands, and feet...

In the blink of an eye, all kinds of injuries of varying sizes appeared on the bodies of the Renzong disciples, comparable to the scene of a slaughterhouse. Even a holy place like Miaoguantai was now covered in blood.

For a moment, the sword energy in the sword formation became disordered, the sword light dimmed, and wailing sounds came one after another.

"Dangdangdang..."

Although Xiaoyaozi had profound skills and was able to temporarily resist the attack of the wind blades with the sword in his hand, as time went on, the attacks of the wind blades became more and more frequent, and wounds began to appear on his body.

The blood gradually dyed his robe red, but his eyes became more and more fierce. The hatred for his master's murder and the national hatred kept circling in Xiaoyaozi's mind.

Even so, Xiaoyaozi still tried his best to stay calm. Once there was a problem with his state of mind, the Grand Master's intention would be useless.

Moreover, Xiaoyaozi knew very well that since Gongsun Ce had come, he would definitely not let them go. If they wanted to have a chance of survival, they could only live in the face of death.

So, he gritted his teeth and persevered, constantly mobilizing his true energy and the intention of the grandmaster. While defending, he was also looking for an opportunity to break the impasse.

At this moment, Gongsun Ce's gesture suddenly changed, and the wind blades besieging the Renzong disciples began to shrink. The wind blades as big as scimitars revolved around the Renzong disciples.

This made Xiaoyaozi's face change drastically. This was the cruel punishment of lingchi, which would bring great pain and psychological pressure to these disciples. Soon some of them would collapse, and then the Tiangang Sword Formation would inevitably be unable to be maintained.

Xiaoyaozi gritted his teeth and made a last-ditch effort, "All disciples, listen up. If you want to surrender, you can do so now and you can still keep your life!"

Xiaoyaozi's simple mobilization aroused the anger of the disciples, "We are willing to give our hearts to the master!"
Xiaoyaozi nodded, "Okay! Let's draw our swords together! The sky clears up after the snow!"

"Yes!"*n
The disciples of the Renzong sect stood side by side with Xiaoyaozi, enduring the pain of lingchi.

Even when they knew their final outcome, they were still able to maintain their determination, which made Gongsun Ce respect them even more.

The wind whistled around, as if playing a tragic melody for this decisive battle.

Xiaoyaozi held the long sword, took a deep breath, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and then he shouted in unison with the disciples of the Renzong and swung his sword out.

"Kill!"
For a moment, sword energy was everywhere, like thousands of arrows shot at the same time, gathering into a giant sword energy and attacking Gongsun Ce directly.

The sword energy was like a giant dragon, tumbling and dancing in the air, rushing towards Gongsun Ce with unparalleled power.

However, facing this fatal sword energy, Gongsun Ce remained calm, as if all this was within his expectations. He gently waved his palm, and a strong airflow instantly condensed into a small tornado.

The tornado expanded rapidly under Gongsun Ce's control, spinning faster and faster.

Then the tornado escaped Gongsun Ce's control.

The moment the tornado escaped Gongsun Ce's control, its size suddenly increased.

When the giant sword energy struck, the tornado met it head-on, and the two collided violently in the air, making a deafening roar.

The confrontation between the sword energy and the tornado lasted for a while, and finally the giant sword energy was completely shattered by the tornado, turning into countless light spots scattered in the air.

The tornado continued to move forward towards Xiaoyaozi and the disciples of the Renzong Sect.

When Xiaoyaozi saw this, endless panic flashed in his eyes. Faced with such a natural disaster, he was left with only despair.

The Grandmaster is known as a humanoid scourge, but he needs to gather power. He wants to resist a tornado of this magnitude without gathering power.

Only a Grand Master who has reached perfection or above can do it.

Xiaoyaozi could only quickly swing his sword to block it, but the power of the tornado was far beyond his ability.

The powerful airflow instantly sucked him in, and his body tumbled in the air, unable to control himself.

The disciples of the Human Sect also waved their swords to resist, but they were also unable to withstand the power of the tornado and were swept into it one by one.

Under the ravages of the tornado, the figures of Xiaoyaozi and the disciples of the Renzong gradually became blurred.

Their sword energy seemed so weak under the ravages of the tornado that they were simply unable to contend with it.

As the tornado continued to crush, their figures gradually disappeared.

When the tornado dissipated, only a mess was left on the ground.

The Renzong disciples and Xiaoyaozi who were originally standing there were nowhere to be seen.

The aftermath of the clash between sword energy and tornado still lingered in the air.

Gongsun Ce shrugged, "I didn't control it well. Not even a slag is left."

However, Gongsun Ce thought about it and decided that this situation might be worth an experiment.

Gongsun Ce quickly recited the dragon scripture, "Word Spirit·Fire!"

The flames summoned by Gongsun Ce quickly enveloped the broken Miaoguantai.

Gongsun Ce clenched his right hand, and the flame began to compress. Then, a sharp explosion sound was faintly heard from the flame.

Norton can use the purest fire to burn metal to imprison souls and create living spirits.

Gongsun Ce then took out the bronze bell he had refined earlier and threw it into the fire. Then, Gongsun Ce was stunned. What should he do next?

Gongsun Ce suddenly had no idea, but it was always a good idea to improve his bloodline and purify the flames.

Blood burst once! Blood burst twice!

After the second blood burst, Gongsun Ce clearly felt that the purity of the flame was increasing. Then, the wailing sound in the flame became sharper and kept echoing in Gongsun Ce's ears.

At this moment, Gongsun Ce suddenly recalled the Blue Dragon and the Seven Stars he saw after the Magic Sound Box was opened. Gongsun Ce suddenly understood how to refine living spirits with great power and the ability to fly.

Gongsun Ce put all his attention into the flames in front of him. Soon the wailing sounds in the flames faded away, and a bronze bell floated above the sea of ​​fire.

Gongsun Ce beckoned, and the bronze bell was carried by the breeze and fell in front of Gongsun Ce.

After the bronze bell cooled down, Gongsun Ce began to look at the bronze bell in front of him carefully.

A pattern appeared on the surface of the bronze bell - two human profiles facing each other.

Gongsun Ce shook the bell, but it didn't ring, proving that the basic functions were still there.

Unless there is a master at the late Grandmaster level or above appearing around, the bell will not ring for any reason.

But what are the other functions? This is a question. Gongsun Ce thought for a moment, his golden eyes fixed on the new pattern on the bronze bell.

The next moment, the two human faces on the pattern opened their mouths, and the bronze bells immediately let out bursts of wailing.

Gongsun Ce felt his eardrums were a little uncomfortable, so he yelled, "Shut up!"

As a result, the lips of the two faces closed and opened, perfectly recreating Gongsun Ce's voice and emotions, and played in a loop, "Shut up!" *n
Gongsun Ce smacked his lips. He spent a lot of effort to make a small repeater that didn't require electricity? He was a little disappointed, but this meant that Gongsun Ce could bring his own background music when he appeared in the future.

Good news, the bronze bell has new functions.

Bad news, the new feature is equivalent to a repeater.

No loss, but no profit either. As the saying goes, no loss is a small profit. Gongsun Ce just felt a little depressed. He hoped that the farmer disciples would be more resistant to the erosion of dragon blood, otherwise, Gongsun Ce would really lose money.

Gongsun Ce put away the bronze bell and headed for the Renzong’s base. If nothing unexpected happened, the Lord of Arms and the farmer disciples he brought with him should have already arrived at the Renzong’s base.

(End of this chapter)