Weapon Master

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"So that's how it is, so that's how it is!"

Mo Qingqiu mumbled to himself in shock. That terrifying pressure made him feel like suffocating.

He never would have thought that after Tang Huan executed "Soul Transformation", her body would actually reach such a degree. Of course, the reason why Tang Huan could create such a terrifying body was not entirely because of the effects of the "Soul Formation Technique", but it was because he had used a powerful sacred art.

If his judgement was not wrong, then it should be the Forging God Great World's "Battle King Gold Body".

According to his observation, the reason why Tang Huan was able to unleash the "Battle King's Golden Body" was probably not because he possessed the War Clan's bloodline, but because his physique was special. The reason why Tang Huan was able to execute "God-Slaying Finger" nine times in a row was largely due to his physique.

After he understood the reason, Mo Qiuqiu was even more astonished.

For the "Soul Formation" technique, the more powerful the body, the stronger the power would be. Currently, Tang Huan's body was already several times bigger than his. Once Tang Huan launched an attack, the difficulty of successfully blocking it could be imagined.

For the first time since this encounter, a thread of panic had surged out from the bottom of Mo Qiuqiu's heart. Although Tang Huan had not condensed his Nascent Soul for a very long time, he could tell from the sword techniques he had used previously that his mastery of the "Law of the Tao" was not the least bit inferior to his.

"Old Mo, look at the sword!" Amidst his loud laughter, the "Pure Yang Divine Sword" in Tang Huan's hand, that had also expanded countless of times, had already fallen from the sky.

"Slash …"

The gigantic several hundred meter long sword light swept towards Mo Jingqiu like a waterfall. Boundless sword intent poured down along the sword light, and wherever it went, the void was sliced in half. The long and narrow black spatial cracks appeared and quickly closed.

"Go!"

Mo Qiuqiu endured the shock in his heart. The thick whip in his hand was like a huge snake as it suddenly sprung up and lashed towards the sword beam at a lightning speed.

"Pa ~ ~"

Explosions could be heard incessantly as the whip was swung towards the direction of the unusually violent black storm, which was roaring like a dragon.

In less than half a breath's time, the black tornado wrapped around the thick whip and hit the sword beam. In less than half a breath's time, the black tornado wrapped around the sword beam and hit the sword beam. However, all of these cracks flashed for a moment, since this place was not like the "Illusory Sword Heavenly Palace", where the space was extremely stable.

Although the spacial rifts had closed, the Strength Qi that had exploded out from the collision had become chaotic.

In an instant, the black storm was torn into pieces, and the thick whip was bounced back before repeatedly exploding. Starting from the point of collision, after a short while, it had already spread to the end and the end, in a blink of an eye, the entire long whip had completely vanished, as if it had never existed.

Mo Qiuqiu was also affected, and his body felt as though it had been heavily hit as it suddenly settled down to a hundred meters.

However, the huge white sword ray only paused slightly, then continued carrying the boundless sword intent as it whistled down from the sky.

Without the protection of the long whip, Mo Qiuqiu was the first to bear the brunt of the onslaught.

Under the attack of the condensed sword intent, he felt as if his entire body was about to split open. His expression changed drastically as two gigantic palms flew up into the sky. In the blink of an eye, the area a hundred meters above them was filled with layers upon layers of giant palm shadows, causing the sky and earth to change color.

"Boom …"

In the blink of an eye, the white sword beam had already enveloped the monstrous sword intent as it rumbled and fell between the palm images that filled the sky.

Explosions rang out one after another, shaking hundreds of miles away, the radius of a kilometer, the Strength Qi spilling out in all directions, sword intent crisscrossing out in all directions, the air distorted like ripples, and Mo Qiang Qiu's Pang Shuo's figure started to become blurry.

However, in the next moment, a muffled, thunderous groan of pain could be heard. Mo Qingqiu was like a meteorite falling from the sky as she suddenly crashed into a mountain.

"Bam!"

Sand and dirt flew everywhere, and trees instantly turned into dust. The several hundred meter tall mountain peak only trembled a little before it exploded. Following that, the entire mountain range collapsed with a loud rumble. The world had been completely covered by the churning waves of dust and sand.

In the midst of the hazy ruins, a figure of Pang Shuo miserably crawled out from the soil. It was Mo Qiuqiu.

"Slash …"

But just at that time, another huge sword blur howled down from above. Looking from afar, it looked like a galaxy descending from the nine heavens. Its power was very hard to defend against.

"Tang Huan..."

Mo Jinqiu leaped up, and as he faced the sword glow in the sky, he threw out a punch. On his large fist was a dense black aura. Wherever the fist passed by, the space swiftly fluctuated, revealing a frightening might.

This punch, Mo Jinqiu had already mobilized all the True Essence in his body and used all of the Law of the Tao power contained in the "Dao Nascent Soul".

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In the blink of an eye, the black fist imprinted itself onto the snow-white sword ray.

The Strength Qi churned violently, the fist image and sword beam almost exploded at the same time, the black and white colors interweaving extremely quickly, actually affecting an area of close to a thousand meters.

However, although Mo Qiuqiu's fist had blocked the sword beam, the boundless sword intent that accompanied the sword beam had, in the very next moment, smashed into Mo Qiuqiu's Pang Shou's body with a thunder-like momentum. With another muffled groan, Mo Qiuqiu fell uncontrollably.

"Bam!"

A loud bird cry rang out, the dust and dirt turned into a wave, Mo Jinqiu's body that was formed from the "Soul Transformation" started to crumble the moment it landed, the chaotic energy mixed with the powerful sword intent wreaked havoc everywhere, and deep and narrow cracks appeared in the mountain range.

"Old Mo, I didn't expect you to be so weak. The gap between us is indeed large." High up in the sky, Tang Huan couldn't help but laugh. His voice was as sonorous as metal clashing, causing the surrounding Void Transformation Stage cultivators' ears to buzz, as if their eardrums were about to be torn apart.

"Tang Huan, you motherf * cker, how could this old man be worse than you!"

His body had already been restored to its original state. However, his clothes were tattered, and fresh blood dripped from the surface of his body as he angrily cursed. His face was so red that it seemed as though blood could flow out, but the panic in his eyes was difficult to hide.

Mo Qiuqiu had never thought that he would fall into such a predicament.

He had originally thought that even if he could not defeat Tang Huan, his defeat would not be so tragic, but he never expected that after Tang Huan's "Soul Transformation", he would not be able to retaliate at all. At this moment, not only did Mo Jinqiu feel flustered, his emotions were also complicated. Worry, resentment, envy, and jealousy mixed in.

"You're a stubborn duck!"

Tang Huan laughed and raised his foot to directly trample Mo Qiang Qiu. At this moment, Mo Jinqiu's body had already left the "Soul Transformation" state. In front of Tang Huan, he was like an ant to an elephant. No matter how the ants bared their fangs and brandished their claws, the elephant only needed a single kick to crush it to death.