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Chapter 273: 211: Sword Presses the Ghost

The brief exchange between the two of them seemed short, but Fengdu Ghost Emperor, a fellow powerhouse, was clear. The energy they expended during their exchange was tremendously colossal.

After all, as a Seven Kills Sword Master, even if he was not on par with himself, he was nevertheless a master just below the supreme level in the martial world.

How much strength Pei Xuanjing still had, despite his carefree appearance, was still unknown.

Pei Xuanjing was unaware of the plans in Fengdu Ghost Emperor’s heart. What he worried about most was his opponent fleeing. Now, seeing the Fengdu Ghost Emperor taking the initiative to make his move, he was not angry, but gladly showed a smile on his face.

“You’ve come at the right time!”

Pei Xuanjing said coldly, transforming his palm into a fist, revolved the innate Thunder Gang Qi, covered his entire body with a purplish-blue aura, while his muscles and bones slowly swelled, as if filled with countless forces. This was a sign of the release of the Shenxiao Mysterious Skill.

The martial art Pei Xuanjing originally practised was the Dragon Elephant Art created by the Vajra Monk of Diamond Gate, but because the ninth level of bodily martial arts needed to be cultivated, it required understanding of the Esoteric Sect.

Therefore, in life simulation, Pei Xuanjing had carved out a brand new method of bodily martial arts cultivation according to his own understanding.

He always had the idea of integrating what he had learnt and creating a physical martial art unique to himself. After experiencing the power of thunder, which could strengthen the spiritualization of the body, Pei Xuanjing incorporated it into the mix.

The so-called Shenxiao Mysterious Skill was the name he gave to this technique.

Although the technique was not fully developed yet, Pei Xuanjing believed it was in no way inferior to the original Dragon Elephant Art and even surpassed it.

He threw out a punch, causing crackling sounds to come from his muscles and bones. His blood boiled, and hot airwaves rolled. A continuous and explosive sound seemed to blow up the air.

He didn’t use any tricks, just this pure and ultimate force, seemingly intending

to smash Fengdu Ghost Emperor to death.

This person’s physical strength is rare in the world.

Fengdu Ghost Emperor’s face was solemn, apparently, the power embodied in Pei Xuanjing’s move shocked him tremendously.

Even seeing it was one thing, but actually facing it was terrifying.

Clang!

Pei Xuanjing’s fist hit the Divine Saber of Fengdu Ghost Emperor, causing an intense sound of metal colliding.

His fist wrapped with innate Thunder Gang Qi collided with Fengdu Ghost Emperor’s Divine Saber, but it did not leave any damage.

On the contrary, the arm holding the saber turned numb from the tremendous force and was almost shaken out of his hand.

Though he appeared calm on the surface, waves rose in his heart, and he was incredibly shocked.

After all, this saber in his hand was indeed a ten thousand-forged divine weapon, unpredictable in its power.

Even with Pei Xuanjing’s fully bloomed body, just smashing the back of the saber with a fist would not leave him unscathed. Even if his skin did not peel and his flesh did not bloom, at least some wounds should be left.

However, the opponent’s still white and slender hand made Fengdu Ghost Emperor somewhat incredulous.

Pei Xuanjing also had a cold breath in his heart for the first time, and luck saved him.

The Ten Thousand-Forged Divine Weapon is indeed extraordinary, and its hardness cannot be compared with that of the Thousand Refinement Divine Weapon. The hardness was incomparable, regardless of other aspects.

He can now be certain that the smith who cast the Shenxiao Sword’s claim that its hardness can rival the Ten Thousand-Forged Divine Weapon was bluffing.

If his hands hadn’t been completely spiritualized this time, just this punch would have surely broken his fingers and caused his skin to peel and flesh to bloom.

Even without any injuries, the tremendous rebound force made his arm numb. It can be said that since his physical body became fully bloomed, Pei Xuanjing had never been at such a disadvantage.

The test with the old celestial teacher, which had gone flesh to flesh, had not been as horrifying as this.

Whew…

Pei Xuanjing exhaled a mouthful of stale air, no longer underestimating the situation as he had before. The Seven Kills Sword fell into his palm.

The moment he held the sword again, Pei Xuanjing’s aura changed.

After being nurtured by the successive sword masters of the Seven Kills Sword Sect, the Seven Kills Sword even though it had not yet been promoted to a Ten Thousand-forged Divine Weapon possessed a touch of agility. It had a slight struggle and resistance against the enemy who just killed the Seven Kills Sword Master.

However, when Pei Xuanjing’s sword intent was released without any reservation, the initially struggling Seven Kills Sword instantly surrendered. His aura was sharper and more terrifying than when he held the bamboo sword.

An aura that was sharp and brilliant like the sun directly rose into the sky, leaving Fengdu Ghost Emperor incredibly astonished.

The domineering, decisive sword intent came in a rush, which even he found terrifyingly overwhelming.

Pei Xuanjing, holding his sword, combined with the soaring killing aura of the Seven Kills Sword, made his sword intent even more terrifying.

Clang!

A sword slashed out as if it appeared out of thin air. Luckily, Fengdu Ghost Emperor was already on guard and blocked this sword with his own. Had it been anvone else, thev would have died under the sword.

Ting ting tang tang, the two’s saber and sword constantly made a deafening clashing sound, just like thunder and lightning, making a violent vibration, resonating in all directions.

The positions of the two changed rapidly, exchanging numerous blows in an instant. Numerous saber Qi and sword Qi interweaved, filling the entire manor with sword Qi and saber Qi.

Dust and smoke rose, and shards of stone flew.

As dusk gradually fell, the figures of the two people were almost invisible in the dark night, with only endless flashes of light from the swords and sabers flickering.

Each exchange was a dance with life and death, without any room for distraction..