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When the dazzling sword light collided with the huge bone blade, Chu Yi's blade power clearly stopped, as if it met with an indestructible wall.

A hint of surprise flashed through his eyes, but it quickly returned to normal.

He was originally holding the saber with one hand, but now he held the saber with both hands. It was indestructible because he had not received his limits of power.

With both hands gripping the blade, the huge bone blade continued to press down.

"Bam."

The brilliant sword light created by Chen Yao's Sword Drawing Arts was instantly shattered. The sword light transformed into bright specks of light, scattering in all directions. It was extremely beautiful.

However, to Chen Yao, this was extremely dangerous.

With his current cultivation level, he could easily break through the ten Sword Drawing Arts without using any martial skills. What kind of monster was this, or what kind of training was done to him in that desolate land?

Chu Yidao's blade aura continued to descend.

BOOM!

As he chopped down with his saber, the ground began to tremble. With a loud rumble, cracks began to appear on the ground and dust filled the air. A terrifying gale suddenly arose in the surroundings, and ancient trees began to collapse.

Then, Chu Yidao put away his bone blade, turned around and left.

Chu Yidao had always used a single slash to kill people.

Even if Chen Yao had a Heaven Ranked sword technique, so what? Those strange fellows in the Wilderness, who didn't have a Heaven Ranked martial skill? Moreover, they were all above the Emperor Stage. Wasn't this one slash already enough to kill them?

It was only the Genuine Force realm and in Chu Yidao's eyes, he was only an ant. To be able to force him to hold the blade with both hands was already an insult to him.

Because of his self-confidence, he began to leave.

Just as he turned around, he hadn't even taken a single step forward.

A light cough suddenly came from the center of the smoke.

Chu Yidao was stunned. He took a deep breath and turned around.

In the area where the smoke was the most permeated, a young man was currently standing. Even though his clothes were torn and his skin was badly mutilated, it could be said that he was completely unrecognizable.

However, the other party was still alive.

"You withstood my blade!"

Chu Yidao looked at the ground under Chen Yao's feet, which was covered in gouges and crevices, and became somewhat shocked.

If Chen Yao had some sort of movement technique, which allowed him to dodge his saber and survive, he would have accepted it as well. However, the cracked surface of the ground showed that Chen Yao had forcefully withstood against this saber strike.

This was because the source of the gully on the ground was below Chen Yao's feet.

Furthermore, at this moment, Chen Yao was still holding his sword horizontally above his head in a defensive posture.

"How can you survive? How did you survive? "

Chu Yidao was extremely angry and furious.

Chu Yidao was not his real life but a title. He had never killed with a single slash, but today, he had actually failed when killing an ant in the Genuine Force.

Even though Chen Yao was seriously injured, he was still alive.

This was something that Chu Yidao could not accept. If this matter were to spread, where would he put his face?

It seemed that it was not because those old fellows in the sect had overestimated Chen Yao and wanted him to kill Chen Yao. Rather, it was because this young man before him was truly extraordinary.

Back then, although that saber strike did not contain any of the strength of the original body, it was still very difficult for an ordinary Emperor Realm cultivator to withstand it. Chen Yao being able to survive proved that Chen Yao was not an ordinary person.

"It seems that my disciple Luo Dao has died in your hands. It is not a injustice. However, do not even think about your next blade."

Luo Dao looked to Chen Yao. His imposing manner appeared to be extremely arrogant and angry.

Chu Yidao was the previous generation disciple of the Everlasting Demon Sect, one of the top three on the Blood Ranking. He was one of the strongest, but he was the most arrogant person.

Chen Yao had actually survived his slash. With his character, how could he accept it?

Right now, Chen Yao's death was no longer a mission for the sect. It was something that concerned his own reputation.

As he angrily screamed, the giant bone blade in his hand began to crack open.

"Swish."

Countless fragments fell from the blade.

The originally unadorned blade began to emit a scarlet color.

Very soon, the main body of the saber was revealed. It was probably forged from the fangs of some powerful beast. The body of the saber was exuding a red glow, but it was also emitting a black, evil and cold aura.

"Dark Cold Dragon?"

Looking at this enormous blade, Chen Yao could not help but think back to the records in the Demon Beast's Will.

It takes a thousand years for a snake to become a python, a thousand years for a python to become a dragon, and a thousand years for a dragon to become a dragon.

In this era when one did not see the divine dragons, the Flood Dragon was the King of Monstrous Beasts. While it was exceptionally powerful, it was also extremely rare. The Black Frost Dragon was the most evil race among the Flood Dragons.

Since the age of the giant snake, it could live in a gloomy and cold land to cultivate. Furthermore, it had to absorb fresh blood frequently and cultivate for thousands of years before it could turn into a dragon.

The flood dragon was at least at the peak of the human emperor's realm when it had just become a human. When it reached adulthood, it would be at least at the semi-sage realm, or even sage realm.

As for the gigantic bone blade in Chu Yidao's hand, it was very likely to be made from the fangs of the Dark Cold Dragon.

The Dark Frost Jiao cultivated for thousands of years, and all of its cold and sinister auras were hidden in its fangs.

His fangs alone were not inferior to ordinary Heaven Tier weapons.

The huge bone blade in Chu Yidao's hand was clearly refined from bone.

Middle grade Heaven Stage?

Chen Yao was extremely shocked in his heart. He could not help but take a deep breath.

Chu Yidao was filled with pride.

"Brat, you're quite knowledgeable. It was created by the Dark Cold Dragon's fang. Its name is Shattered Dragon's Fang. To be able to die under this blade is also your utmost honor."

"Halving Blade Technique."

Once again, he raised the evil knife in his hand and waved it towards Chen Yao.

This time, it was not a simple slash.

It looked like a blade, but it was a million blades.

The speed of his blade was too fast. Even with Chen Yao's Brilliant Sword Heart, he only managed to catch him waving it five hundred times.

It was at least a low-grade Heaven-ranked saber skill.

Halving Blade Technique.

He cut it in two.

From the moment he brandished his blade, the surrounding space began to distort.

It could slice through space?

Chen Yao was extremely shocked.

Whoosh.

The evil knife slashed down at Chen Yao.

This was not only a simple Halving Blade Technique, but also the support of the Dark Frost Dragon's innate divine ability.

Nine black flood dragon phantoms emerged from the saber and rushed towards Chen Yao.

Each of the illusions were not inferior to the Emperor Stage demonic beasts.

From the moment Chu Feng's blade came out, the world also became dark and the Evil Qi surged.

And through the evil Qi, Chen Yao could see that in the direction of the sword faction, there were over a dozen bright sword radiances piercing towards them. The sword faction must have noticed such a big battle formation, so they came to help.

Thus, regardless of whether or not this attack was a success, it would still be Chu Yidao's final attack. Whether or not he could kill Chen Yao, he had to leave this place. Otherwise, the one who would die would be him.

Chen Yao also knew very well that he had to endure this attack.

As long as ten breaths of time passed, the experts of the sword faction would rush over and he would be able to live. If he couldn't resist this ten breaths of time, he would have to die.

He stared at the nine black Flood Dragons and the sinister saber shadows.

Chen Yao took a deep breath and grasped the Heaven Severing Sword in his hand.