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"Heaven Understanding Stage, is only mediocre!"

As soon as Chu Ling finished speaking, everyone in the Pill Flame Sect instantly let out a cheer. They never expected that Chu Ling could actually send Zhao Wutao's long sword flying with a single sword strike, and even sent Zhao Wutao flying with the second sword strike, to win the match.

It had to be known that Zhao Wutao was a Heaven Understanding Stage expert worthy of his reputation, but in all of these years, he was the strongest within the young generation. Back then, he was the one who was able to jump levels to fight, but now, he had actually been sent flying by a Ninth Level of Vein Opening Stage cultivator like Chu Ling.

And what made everyone in the Pill Flame Sect excited was that such a genius was actually a disciple of their Pill Flame Sect. Of course, the most important thing was that according to the agreement between Chu Ling and Zhao Wutao, they had already been saved.

"Haha, let's see what your Zhao Family will do in the future. Today, for a grand expert of the Heaven Understanding Stage to actually lose to a disciple of my Pill Flame Sect in a single strike, let's see if you have the face to claim that you are the strongest power in the Zhao Kingdom after today."

"That's right, I've long said it before, no matter how strong your Zhao Family is, it's still a branch that was eliminated by my Pill Flame Sect back then. Don't even think of winning against my Pill Flame Sect for your entire life."

"That's right, this time I want to see who in the world dares to look down on our Pill Flame Sect after this battle."

The people from the Pill Flame Sect did not care about the increasingly ugly faces of the people from the Zhao Family, and continued to speak loudly.

"Since you've lost, you should keep your promise and let them go!"

Chu Ling looked at Zhao Wutao and said, his heart feeling somewhat regretful, if he had been even a little faster, and killed Zhao Wutao with his sword, he would not have had to wait for Zhao Wutao to open the array.

However, at that time, Zhao Wutao's face had been as dark and gloomy as water. After he slowly stood up, he directly tore open the yellow robe on his body and threw it to the side.

After all, in Zhao Wutao's eyes, he was a cultivator of the Heaven Understanding Stage after all. No matter what, he couldn't possibly be a match for Chu Ling.

Even if ten thousand steps were to be said, even if he was unable to defeat Chu Ling, he would not be able to be sent flying with a single sword, and not have the strength to retaliate at all.

"But, he's just a barbarian with brute force. I was too careless before, and with my own weaknesses, I collided with his. That's why I was defeated.

This time, as long as I do not compete with him in terms of strength, with my cultivation and the battle skills that I am proficient in, Chu Ling will definitely die! " Zhao Wutao thought.

When Chu Ling saw this, he suddenly had a bad premonition. It was as if Zhao Wutao wanted to go back on his words.

Just as Chu Ling was thinking about this, what he expected was that Zhao Wutao immediately said it out.

"I lost? "How could that be? Who said I lost? You merely took two moves from me just now. After that, you won't be so lucky anymore."

After Zhao Wutao finished speaking, without waiting for Chu Ling to refute, he suddenly shot out two techniques. Two more beams of light descended from the walls, directly throwing the two Pill Flame Sect disciples inside the sand wall out.

It was obvious that he was trying to show that he didn't lose.

Chu Ling secretly cursed a few times in his heart, but he was helpless. After all, if this Zhao Wutao insisted that he did not lose, then even if he had reason, he had no place to say it!

Therefore, with this thought, Chu Ling understood and directly said to Zhao Wutao: "Since you insist that you did not lose, then I will treat it as though you did not lose. But this time, I only need one move!"

After Chu Ling finished speaking, he was instantly enraged. Although on the surface, he did not seem to have any feelings towards the curses coming from the Pill Flame Sect, in his heart, he was extremely concerned.

Especially when he thought about the scene of tens of thousands of people outside the ancient battlefield seeing him still act shamelessly after being defeated by Chu Ling in two strikes, he felt his heart aching.

Therefore, when he faced Chu Ling, the person who had harmed him to such a state, he was extremely resentful. When he made his move, he used his killing move, wanting to kill Chu Ling in one strike to wash away his shame.

"Sword Movement Eight Desolations!"

Zhao Wutao bellowed, and in that moment, a sword appeared in his hand again. The sword was entirely gold, and although it was just a moment ago, it had landed in Zhao Wutao's hands, and suddenly released a dragon's roar.

Not only that, before the dragon's roar could be heard, white dots suddenly appeared on the body of the sword. In the blink of an eye, the white dots were linked together by black lines.

And just at that time, what caused the surrounding people to be endlessly shocked was that the black lines seemed to have come to life. In the blink of an eye, a black dragon flew out of the sword and roared towards the sky.

"That's a spirit pattern array, a magic tool! This sword is a magic tool!"

"Oh my god, even the Dragon Marking Sword has been taken out, looks like this Chu Ling is dead for sure."

Look, not only did he take out this low-grade magic tool called the Dragon Marking Sword, he even used the middle grade Profound Rank sword movement Eight Desolations. If this Chu Ling was still able to become a saint, my head would be willing to take it off for him to use as a ball as a kick. "

Everyone from Zhao Family shouted excitedly, it was obvious that they had held in a huge breath because of Chu Ling's victory, and upon seeing that Chu Ling was about to die from Zhao Ziping's sword, they couldn't help but feel proud.

However, the hearts of Li Yanrong and the others at that time suddenly tightened, as though a big hand had pinched their hearts, and it made them unable to breathe for a long time.

They were not too afraid of the mid-grade Profound Rank sword movements in all directions, but they were incomparably worried for the Dragon Marking Sword.

After all, everyone knew the difference between a spirit weapon and a magical equipment. Because a spirit weapon had one or several spirit inscriptions inside it, it could be distinguished from ordinary weapons and could split mountains.

On the other hand, the difference between a spirit weapon and a magic tool was that the magic tool had countless spirit inscriptions inside of it. Its power was not something a spirit weapon could match up to.

When normal spiritual tools and magic tools collide, they only need to touch for a moment before they would shatter. When that happens, cultivators that don't have weapons will naturally be weaker than others.

Not to mention, Chu Ling's cultivation was not comparable to Zhao Wutao's, if he lost his weapon, how could he compare?

At that time, Chu Ling did not even think that much. Looking at the grinning Zhao Wutao, he only chuckled, and did not care about whether the weapon was a magic weapon or not. The long sword in his hand instantly shot out like a ferocious beast, straight towards Zhao Wutao's chest.

In that instant, the demonstration that Song Zhiming had done for him under the waterfall suddenly surfaced in Chu Ling's mind. He thought, since a person could gather small amounts of power to resist the waterfall.

Then why can't the waterfall gather to form a small hole through the rock under the waterfall?

With that thought in mind, Chu Ling, who had come here with the intention to use the Primordial Dragon Elephant Fist, immediately used it. With a shake of his sword, raindrops filled the sky as they descended from above the heavens, condensing in front of Chu Ling, and suddenly appeared on top of the Illusory Spirit Formless Sword's sword tip.

"If you can move your sword, I can pierce through rocks with a drop of water!"