Chapter 1504: Time Sword Technique, Sword Strike Is Fatal

least he was handsome and had a high face value. He was the type that Princess Luo Sha liked. However, men of the Raksha clan were unbearable to look at. Even Ling Quan Shaojun, who was considered the...However, the one who was even more surprised was the Netherworld Sword Saint.

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He unleashed his full power, even drawing out the Heavenly Sword Formation, yet it was still blocked by Ling Quan Shaojun. The Heavenly Sword Formation only pierced through the divine pattern on Ling Quan Shaojun's palm and did not seriously injure him.

This kind of defense power is very terrifying.

"You must die."

The evil energy within Ling Quan Shaojun's body surged like dozens of rivers, roaring with a sound that shook the very air. His skin glowed with an intensified brilliance as divine patterns pulsed beneath his surface.

With his other hand clenched into a fist, he struck the Nine Nether Sword Saint's abdomen with a punch.

"Whoosh whoosh."

From Jiuyu Jian Sheng's brow, nine holy swords flew out.

The , manifesting in nine distinct colors, connected to form a dragon of nine hues, clashing with Ling Quan Shaojun's fist.

Suddenly, with a deafening roar, "BOOM!", the Nine Nether Sword Saint was sent flying backwards.

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The corner of Jiuyous Sword Saint's mouth was stained with a trace of holy blood, clearly suffering from serious injuries.

The two of them were both at the peak of the Saint King realm, but Ling Quan Shaojun possessed a perfect and complete physique. In this regard, Jiu You Jian Sheng was far inferior to him.

Moreover, Lingquan Shaojun also had divine runes on his body, which made the gap between them even greater. Even if Jiuyous Jian Sheng cultivated the Eight Swords to perfection, it would not be able to bridge that gap.

Ling Quan, the young master, raised his right hand and looked at the two-inch long bloodstain on his palm. He could only feel a sharp pain radiating from the wound.

Just now, the sword saint Jiuyou's sword not only destroyed Ling Quan Shaojun's palm print but also left a sword gang in his body, making the palm wound difficult to heal.

That sword energy, along with the spreading trend towards the wrist and arm.

"Damn it." Ling Quan, the young master, muttered under his breath.

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Ling Quan, the young master, took out a bronze pair of boxing gloves and put them on his palms. His eyes swept over Jiuyou Jian Sheng and Zhang Ruochin, and he said, “Your strength is not bad. Come at me together!”

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There is no need for Zhang Ruochin to make a move, this old man alone can take you down.

The Nine Nether Sword Saint said.

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Ling Quan, the young master, scoffed and said in a low voice, "You're overestimating yourself. Your swordsmanship is indeed impressive, but after being struck by this young master's signature move, the Six-Killing Fist, you must be badly injured. If you continue fighting, you will be beaten to a pulp."

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Zhang Ruchen, however, saw that the Jiuyou Sword Saint was not truly as overconfident as he seemed. Instead, he wanted to use the battle with Ling Quan Shaojun, this formidable enemy, to continuously pressure himself and seek an opportunity to break through the Saint King realm.

Originally, the Nine Nether Sword Saint accepted the challenge from the Xuanji Sword Saint with this purpose in mind.

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It's a pity that the battle ended prematurely because the Sword Saint of Xuanji was poisoned by the Blood Demon King. He couldn't unleash his full power, and the fight was over before it truly began. That attempt to break through to the Saint King realm ended in failure for the Nine Nether Sword Saint.

The Nine Nether Sword Saint naturally knew the difference in strength between him and Ling Quan Shaojun. If they continued fighting, the outcome would likely be as Ling Quan Shaojun said, being beaten to death and turned into a pool of blood mud.

But the Nine Nether Sword Saint had no choice but to fight to the death.

He was unable to break through to the Saint King Realm, he remained dead.

Instead of waiting to die an old death, it's better to fight a glorious battle before you die.

Seeing through the intent of Jiuyou Jian Sheng, Zhang Ruochen didn't interfere but retreated rapidly instead, preparing to join forces with Mo Yin for a swift victory and seize the Merit Tablet Wall.

"Go."

In the distance, Dongliu Jianzun, Xueling Feng, and Li Mu, a trio of powerful figures, glanced at the battlefield where Ling Quan Shaojun and Jiuyou Jian Sheng were locked in combat. Subsequently, they joined forces to activate a shuttle-shaped artifact adorned with myriad intricate patterns - a holy relic of immense power.

Three people simultaneously flew onto the Dunyun Chariot and, at a speed of one hundred times the sound barrier, broke through to escape.

The three of them fled, of course because they were too badly injured to stay.

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But there's a bigger reason for that. At the time, they realized that continuing to fight against eight First-Rank Dukes would undoubtedly be helping Zhang Ruochen seize the Merit Tablet Wall.

They are all smart people, so naturally they wouldn't do such a thing as making wedding gowns for others.

When the merit wall fell into Ling Quan Shaojun's hands, it was even better than if it had fallen into Zhang Ruochin's.

Zhang Ruochin was a little helpless, but his eyes became even sharper.

After Dongliu Jianzun, Xueling Feng, and Lumu fled, no one continued to restrain the eight first-rank marquesses. They formed a circle and charged towards the wall of the Book of Merit.

Zhang Ruochin, all your companions have already fled, why don't you run

Xie Baihou let out a burst of laughter, and in the blink of an eye, he charged within a hundred zhang of Zhang Ruichen. The other seven first-rank marquesses also clearly saw Zhang Ruichen as their number one enemy, and all surrounded him.

Zhang Ruochin was naturally delighted to see such a situation. As long as he could keep all eight first-class marquises, Mo Yin should be able to snatch the wall of merit deeds soon enough.

"With just a few of you, you can force me to flee"

Zhang Ruochin stood still, his foot resting on a piece of camphor tree branch. His entire being was motionless, as silent as an ancient pine.

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The sound of feathers flying, like the cry of a sword.

"Eastern Flow Sword Venerable, Blood Spirit Wind, and Chestnut Wood, the three top experts, are not our opponents. With just you alone, could you hold out for even half a stick of incense in our hands"

"Three breaths' time, and I'll have him down." Blood Rain Marquis said.

Eight Great Dukes simultaneously operated their holy aura, some performing holy arts while others activated their sacred artifacts.

However, Zhang Ruochen acted faster than them. The first target of his attack was Xie Baihou, the most powerful among the eight First-Rank Marquis.

"So fast."

Xie Baihou only felt the figure in front of him flicker, and Zhang Ruochen was already standing within five zhang of him. The black heavy sword in his hand, with a sound of wind and thunder, slashed down.

Xie Baihou felt like a mountain of iron had slammed into his shield, his fingers tingling as if they were about to be broken. His body was thrown backward uncontrollably.

After delivering this strike, Zhang Ruochin's eyes glanced back over his shoulder.

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