The Feng Zun Journey
Qing Ruo 3 Vs
Qing Ruo's gray robe earlier was already tattered and covered in blood, her hair was disheveled, and her entire body was filled with wounds.
There was no doubt that he was in great difficulty and misery.
However, Feng Zun did not hold back his attack at all.
Qing Ruo considered his fist to be the strongest weapon.
Therefore, Feng Zun was now also fighting barehanded, using an ability that his opponent was most proud of, to crush Qing Ruo's arrogance completely!
The strength that Qing Ruo displayed was at the late stage Immortal Realm, but it was very far beyond others of the same cultivation. It was enough for him to kill Zhi Guan easily, a mighty demonic beast from the Immortal Peak Realm.
Keep in mind that, demon cultivators or demon beasts, have a higher level of difficulty if they want to reach the immortal level. Therefore, when they reached such a realm, ordinary cultivators would not be able to compare to them.
From Feng Zun's own point of view, Qing Ruo possessed strength equivalent to Qing Zhu, the female sword cultivator from another world, the Profound Moon Realm.
Bang out!
Feng Zun's white robe fluttered around him, as he clenched his hands and punched the void.
Brahmin's trail!
In Buddhism, the Brahmin bodhisattva represents wisdom, light, and the deterrent of doom.
According to the legend of this world, the fruit of the cultivation of a certain Buddhist expert made him a bodhisattva, and his title was Brahmin. He has infinite dharma power, and many Buddhists adore him.
This Tread Technique came from the number one Buddhist Holy Land of Wild Orion, the Little Western Heaven. It ranked top among the nine highest ancient fist techniques in the Little Western Heaven.
Those who practice it can conquer tigers and dragons. They are valiant and fearless, with hearts entirely dedicated to destroying demons and evil spirits!
Now, as Feng Zun threw out a punch with this ancient Buddha Tread technique, he looked as majestic as a god capable of shaking heaven and earth.
Qing Ruo sensed danger and immediately retreated,
However, the all-encompassing fist force still attacked him.
Bang out!
Cracks!
He was sent flying, breaking some bones and having his organs damaged.
Inside the ruins of the Eternal Dragon Palace, Hua Jin, Weng Xue, and Chuyu were repeatedly taken aback.
Previously, they were worried that Feng Zun would not be a match for Qing Ruo. After all before, Qing Ruo had even killed the Zhi Guan Peak Immortal Realm.
Who would have thought, even though Qing Ruo had displayed a strength far greater than his fight against Zhi Guan, it turned out that Feng Zun would be able to suppress him from start to finish?
He could not even injure a single hair on Feng Zun's head!
“It's only been a few months since we last saw it. I wonder what kind of miraculous encounter Young Master Feng had in the Long Dynasty? I did not expect him to be so strong.” Chuyu looked puzzled.
“In Zhou Agung, Young Master never once lost. He won't lose either now!” Hua Jin said proudly.
Weng Xue looked after her parents, but when she heard that, she felt very sad. He could not help but rethink his memories of Guangling City.
On the battlefield.
"Our proposal must be amazing!" Qing Ruo's face was covered in blood and her figure looked pitiful.
But he also seemed unconcerned. He looked at Feng Zun intently, as if trying to look and compare with her.
Bang out!
As he saw this, the depth of Qing Ruo's gaze shone with determination.
Then, he gritted his teeth and muttered, "I won't lose!"
As his voice was still heard, a silver-colored destructive energy fluctuation emanated from his body, which was battered and covered in blood.
Bang out!
Feng Zun's fist had flown towards Qing Ruo, but when the silver light shone wide, it turned out to block the attack and disperse Feng Zun's fist completely.
Feng Zun's brows instantly lifted.
When he looked at Qing Ruo more clearly, he saw that his opponent was burning, by the transparent silver flames that were blazing and enveloping his body.
His black hair suddenly turned white, his complexion pale and chapped, as if something was pulling his entire life force.
At this moment, his figure instantly aged, like someone who had lived countless years.
However, his eyes were as bright as the twin sun, even too bright to be seen directly.
His right hand stretched out backwards, like he was about to draw a sword.
But if he looked closely, he did not carry any weapons. However, a white bone emerged from his back, bit by bit.
Clangs!
As each piece of the snow-white bone blade appeared, the ear-piercing wail of the murderous demon sounded, like the roar of a wrathful demon god.
Although it was not cold, but his voice alone was enough to make people tremble.
"Do you nourish and feed the sword with your body?" Feng Zun looked surprised.
For the term 'feeding the sword with the body' it refers to using the body itself as a furnace, to nourish the sword.
That meant, one had to use his own cultivation and blood essence, as food to increase his strength and nurture the spiritual sword.
Thus, the sword would be part of the cultivator's body, the two of them could not be separated anymore.
The sword and its owner are connected, and when the sword is destroyed, the owner will also die!
It was rare for sword cultivators to use this method to nurture their weapons.
Not that it was too tyrannical, but rather, it was very easy to make a mistake. So, if the slightest mistake occurs, it will cause fatal injuries.
“When I woke up, this sword was already sealed in my spine.” Said Qing Ruo.
He added, “I dare say with certainty that, as long as I can control it, then I can regain my memories, and learn who I am and where I come from.”
As he drew his weapon, a terrifying murderous aura appeared. Causing the heavens and earth to tremble violently, and the void was thrown into chaos.
But I don't dare to do it." Qing Ruo sighed, "Since I am even more convinced that once I manage to pull and control it, then right then and there, the sword will devour all of my life force."
His voice sounded conflicted, looking scared and helpless.
However, his movements never slowed down.
The moment he finished speaking, the snow-white sword nourished within his spine appeared to the world!
Clangs!
"The sword buzzed, its voice reminiscent of the roar of an ancient demon god. It was as if it was capable of echoing throughout the nine heavens, stirring up the wind, clouds, and messing with void space.''