Chapter 177: Flying Sword Vs. Spear

Xu Beichuan's eyes were sharp. He stepped on his feet and slashed with his spear. The whole land was shaking, and countless ancient runes spread out from under his feet.

"It's the 23rd Heaven-Severing Style!"

Someone in the audience gasped. This is a real killing move handed down from ancient times. It is unparalleled in frontal attack. It is said that these 23 styles were created to kill innate gods and demons.

"Hiss, his breath is so strong. Jiang Qing may have a hard time, but it's also a blessing to be able to see the 23rd Heaven-Severing Style!"

At this moment, Jiang Qing suddenly frowned and quickly jumped into the air. He saw that the ground was about to be completely occupied by those ancient runes.

Xu Beichuan's black hair danced wildly, his legs slightly bent, and he flew directly into the air, like a flash of lightning attacking Jiang Qing.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

The spear slashed through the air, and the 23rd Heaven-Severing Style was fully displayed in the form of spearmanship.

Jiang Qing didn't dare to fight hard.

Chengying was held in his hand, and the rest of them attacked Xu Beichuan in the posture of flying swords.

The long sword trembled slightly, as if stirring up layers of ripples in the air, and the other eight swords were like eight swimming dragons, attacking Xu Beichuan from eight different directions, with brilliant sword light, tearing the dust in the sky.

Facing this sudden attack, Xu Beichuan was not afraid at all. With a long spear in his hand, he was like a dragon out of the sea, dancing with mysterious trajectories, and each move accurately hit the flying sword shadow.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Continuous explosions sounded in the air, and every collision seemed to tear the world apart, deafening.

In the audience, everyone had held their breath. The intensity of the battle was completely beyond their imagination. Everyone's eyes flashed with different lights, with excitement, expectation, and worry.

"What kind of sword-flying method is Jiang Qing, which can actually compete with Xu Beichuan's 23 Heaven-cutting Styles!" A young cultivator couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Nine-weapon Sword Control is a lost secret of the Divine Sword Sect! Jiang Qing is so talented!" The sword maniac's eyes flashed with unprecedented brilliance. This sword move may still be the peak sword move in the past tens of thousands of years.

Nine-weapon Sword Control can collapse Kunlun!

"Humph, so what?

Xu Beichuan's momentum is still like a rainbow, and his experience and foundation are obviously better." Another audience member who supports Xu Beichuan snorted and retorted.

In the field, the battle became more and more intense. Xu Beichuan's 23 Heaven-cutting Styles had been performed to the twelfth style. Each style was more violent than the previous one, as if it could really cut off the heaven and earth and destroy everything.

Jiang Qing's Nine-weapon Sword Control was more agile, with heavy sword shadows, constantly looking for Xu Beichuan's flaws.

Suddenly, Xu Beichuan's spear drew an extreme arc in the air. This was the thirteenth style of his 23 Heaven-cutting Styles - Meteor from the Sky.

The power of this style was extremely concentrated, and the speed was extremely fast, rushing directly to Jiang Qing's face.

Jiang Qing's eyes suddenly became solemn. He knew that the power of this move was not to be underestimated. He swung the Chengying Sword in his hand fiercely, and the sword light and the gun shadow collided in the air, making a loud noise that shook the earth.

"Boom!"

The entire ancient battlefield was trembling under this force, as if it could collapse at any time. The ground instantly became full of gullies, and the unclear and extremely fast Gangqi was still radiating, and it was about to rush to the spectator seats.

Fortunately, at the critical moment of the ancient temple battlefield, the light suddenly became bright, not only shattering the Gangqi, but also quickly recovering the cracks on the ground.

The figures of the two retreated dozens of steps in the collision, and their faces looked a little pale. Obviously, this confrontation had caused them a lot of shock.

"What a Xu Beichuan, what a Jiang Qing!" In the audience, someone stood up excitedly and shouted loudly.

"This is the real peak duel!"

However, the battle did not end there.

Xu Beichuan took a deep breath, and a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes. He knew that Jiang Qing also did not use his full strength.

"Jiang Qing, next is the last nine of my 23 Heaven-cutting Styles. If you can take them all, I will let you see something new in today's battle!" Xu Beichuan's voice echoed in the field, and every word was full of supreme majesty.

"New things?"

Jiang Qing's eyes became more and more fanatical when he heard it.

"Come on, Xu Beichuan! Let me see how powerful your 23 Heaven-cutting Styles are!" The blood in his body seemed to boil.

A worthy opponent, a hearty and exciting experience!

"Kill!"

Accompanied by Xu Beichuan's light shout, the ninth last style was performed by him, and the murderous aura was soaring, as if thousands of troops were roaring.

Even if there was a battlefield formation blocking it, the murderous aura still came out. Everyone in the spectator seat felt like a thorn in their back. It is conceivable how much pressure Jiang Qing was under when facing this style head-on.

Xu Beichuan was like the brightest lightning in the dark night, lighting up the sky of the entire ancient battlefield. Wherever the spear passed, the air seemed to be completely sucked away, leaving behind vacuum cracks visible to the naked eye.

Faced with this devastating blow, Jiang Qing did not retreat at all. The flying swords, each fighting on its own, returned to their positions instantly as if summoned, and revolved around the Chengying Sword, forming a huge sword formation, with the sword tip pointing at Xu Beichuan.

"Nine weapons in one!"

Jiang Qing shouted in a low voice, and his whole body's spiritual power burned to the extreme at this moment, all injected into the Chengying Sword, and the sword formation emitted a dazzling light, as if small suns were born on the sword tip.

"Boom!"

When Xu Beichuan's spear collided with Jiang Qing's sword formation, the entire ancient battlefield was shaken.

A shock wave stronger than before spread out in all directions. Even with the protection of the magic circle, the people in the spectator seats also felt a strong storm, and many people had to use their spiritual power to resist.

The spectator seats whispered that the fight between the two was too fierce, killing the sky and the earth, the sun and the moon were dim, and people felt like they were falling into the underworld.

"Who do you think will win if they continue to fight like this?"

"Why do I feel that Jiang Qing's chance of winning is getting bigger and bigger? This 23-step of the sky is halfway through."

In the field.

The two figures retreated again in the collision. Xu Beichuan's spear was actually shaken wildly at this moment, and Jiang Qing's sword formation also collapsed in an instant, leaving only the Chengying sword in his hand.

"What a strong power!" Xu Beichuan's eyes flashed with surprise. He didn't expect Jiang Qing to be able to take on his ninth move from the bottom.

"Come on!"

Jiang Qing's voice echoed in the field, and his eyes were full of challenge.

Xu Beichuan took a deep breath, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and the spear in his hand danced again, the eighth move, the seventh move, the sixth move... Each move was more powerful than the previous one, as if he really wanted to cut off the heaven and earth.

Jiang Qing did not retreat either, and his Nine Weapons Sword was used again, confronting Xu Beichuan's attack head-on. Every collision distorted the space on the ancient battlefield, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.