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When the skinny old man heard Wan Wuji's question, he did not get angry. He sighed and said, "I didn't believe in borrowing the Heaven's Path Divine Art or divine abilities either. Only 1,000 years ago, my senior apprentice brother was able to borrow the power of the heavens and successfully communicate with the heavens' dao. The Heavenly Dao treated the cultivators who had comprehended the four major branches of its sect as its spokesperson in the mortal world. Anyone who had comprehended the four great branches could borrow a divine ability from the heavens. Of course, rather than calling it a borrowed ability, it was more like a reward from the Heavenly Dao. But of course, you can only use one divine ability. What sort of divine ability is it?2

The stiff young immortal revealed a thoughtful expression. He said, "Being is reasonable. This person's semi-transparent gas could eliminate all attacks without leaving a trace. As deities, we can easily eliminate the attacks of the Spirit Sea Realm. But everyone, do you think that you can do it if you do not use any of your strength? "

At this moment, all of the Immortals present fell silent.

He continued, "A small Innate can accomplish something that even us immortals can't. It was unbelievable. "I would rather believe that he borrowed some divine abilities from the heavens."

With that said, the deities present also began to believe in borrowing the divine abilities and divine abilities from the heavens.

On the stage, Fan Wuji continued to brandish his two swords. He wielded both swords in his hands, and in a short period of time, he had stabbed a total of forty-eight times. These forty-eight strikes were actually sword moves from forty-eight different sword techniques. Every sword move was bound to be a new type of sword technique, and he had also practiced every sword technique to the point of perfection. This kind of strange and unpredictable ability that could change everything from the heart to the heart. This was the most frightening aspect of the Hundred Swords Technique.

Forty-eight strikes, forty-eight techniques.

However, even so, Fan Wuji was still unable to break through the translucent gas's defense. It was as if all of his attacks had been completely absorbed. Furthermore, from the beginning till the end, he had not shown the slightest bit of emotion. This was to say that Jing Wuming had not used the slightest bit of his strength, and had blocked all of his attacks.

Fan Wuji was infuriated in his heart. He sighed to himself: My opponent seems to be not a person, but also not a living being. It was as if I were facing the heavens above me. No matter what means I used, it would all be useless. Would I really be able to defeat him and become the genius king?

"Fan Wuji, have you fought enough? Now, it's my turn to take action. Tremble! Fear! "Prostrate yourself!" Jing Wuming's gaze was as cold as water, his mocking gaze directed at him with a provocative expression.

"Wuqing, First Slash!"

Jing Wuming, he said in a calm and terrifying tone. As he spoke, he did not use any weapon, but slowly raised his right arm. In the next moment, he turned his arm into a blade and used his arm as a long blade. This was an extremely brilliant battle technique. Originally, all weapons were used as an extension of the body. His arm turned into a blade, completely different from before. However, it had the intention of returning to its original nature.

Swish!

The speed at which Jing Wuming waved his arm was simply too fast. It was so fast that his arm was like a long blade slicing through the air, producing a sound. In an instant, a translucent saber Qi shot straight towards Fan Wuji.

This saber Qi was simple and unadorned. It did not have any kind of strange and unpredictable trajectory, nor did it possess any magnificent might. It only had the world's fastest speed and peerless domineering might. This point was similar to Fan Wuji's half-superior true meaning. Strictly speaking, it was even more terrifying than his half-Supreme Intent.

Fan Wuji wanted to dodge, but he had a feeling that he couldn't. He wanted to block, but there was a feeling that he couldn't. In a battle between experts, no matter when, one must not lose courage or confidence.

He realized that he actually had such a feeling, and a sense of terror welled up within him. Fan Wuji calmed himself down. He urged the sword intent in his body, wanting to use its unparalleled sharpness to sever the cowardice and uneasiness in his body. He already had all sorts of negative emotions.

Soon, he regained his composure. He continuously brandished the sword in his hand, and every single strike he drew came from his heart. He didn't even know why he had used this move. He also didn't know which sword move he would use next.

All the moves he made with his sword had reached a level where he could do as he pleased. If it were a normal Blade Master, or even some experts, they wouldn't dare to attack as they pleased. Facing a powerful enemy, if he acted without thinking, without considering the situation and gains and losses, he would die in an ugly way.

And a strange scene occurred. Fan Wuji had actually just barely managed to catch Jing Wuming's saber energy.

Since his attack did not hit the target, he was not discouraged. He immediately waved his arm again, turning his arm into a blade and unleashing blade qi again and again. Furthermore, each stroke of saber energy was faster than the previous one. It was as if there was no limit to the speed at which he could move.

On the other hand, Fan Wuji still had his random sword moves, and his moves were all too following his heart. However, the timing and timing of each of his sword strikes were at the peak of perfection. In the face of Jing Wuming's attack, which was getting faster and fiercer, Fan Wuji did not have the slightest trace of decadence. On the contrary, he was able to withstand it, becoming more and more at ease.

The sword madman looked at this scene and his eyelids jumped. He sighed and said, "The sword flows from the heart, it doesn't stop at all. He had actually reached such a level. My Sword Madman claims to be a genius of the way of the sword. When he was in the Life and Death Realm, he comprehended the profound meaning of the sword, and only then was he able to achieve the state of being able to move from one's heart to the next. However, this young man has already comprehended the Innate Realm. Amongst the many sword cultivators in the Skysword Sect, this young man is probably the only one who was a prodigy when the older generations were young. "

Jing Wuming was still desperately using his arm as a blade to create countless blade qi to attack his opponent. But at this moment, his speed and strength had already reached the maximum he could reach. He understood that in a battle, the moment one's aura reached its peak, it would be the beginning of a downhill path.

Sure enough, after his palm struck out, the blade qi once again burst out. Its power and speed was a bit slower than before.

Seeing that he was at his peak condition, he decided to stop his continuous attacks with his saber Qi. He understood that even the strongest saber Qi had been received by Fan Wuji. In his current state, any further wild attacks would have been futile, and so he did not waste any effort.

At this moment, Fan Wuji was standing in a corner of the stage, while Jing Wuming was also standing right in front of him, in a corner. The two of them stared at each other in silence, standing there. They were all waiting for the opponent to reveal a sliver of a flaw. At the same time, they were also thinking about their next move.

Jing Wuming possessed the Heavenly Dao divine ability. Any of Fan Wuji's attacks could transform him into invisibility. And Fan Wuji was able to receive any of Jing Wuming's blade energy. For a time, the two of them were unable to break through each other's defense, and neither could injure the other. This battle seemed to have become unstoppable.

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