C642 Killing Sword Wood(3)

642: Killing Sword Wood (3)

One palm!

It was the same palm again!

Previously, Jian Ao had used this palm to hit that swordsman, who was at level eight. Now, it was the same palm again.

Although Jian Mu had noticed Jian Ao's palm strike, he wasn't too surprised in his heart. Wasn't it just a palm strike? How powerful could it be?

However, it was only now that the sword wood realized the mysteriousness of this palm strike.

It was all-encompassing!

It was as if it contained everything in the world. This palm deduced the supreme Dao of Nature.

It was like a divine palm that descended from the sky!

Bang!

The palm hit. A muffled groan was immediately heard.

Da Da Da!

Under this palm, Jian Mu directly retreated more than ten steps, each step leaving a deep mark on the arena.

Even if the force was dispersed during the process of retreating, However, even after he stopped, he still discovered that his entire arm was trembling non-stop.

Jian Mu felt as if his hands had turned into someone else's. They no longer belonged to him. In other words, under this palm, his hands temporarily lost consciousness.

"Hm?" Jian Ao let out a soft exclamation of surprise. Originally, according to what he had thought, although this palm strike of his wouldn't be able to send him flying and make him roll down the arena, it would be enough to cripple both of his hands.

But in reality, it proved that he was overthinking!

However, Jian Ao could also feel the power of the Devil Arts from it. No wonder it could make the Ancient Era of Gods experience trials and tribulations, and the entire martial path began to wither away.

A mere ordinary Devil Arts martial skill was able to give it such a terrifying defensive power, allowing the Devil Arts to be of a higher grade, or even the Devil World itself!

His defensive power must be terrifyingly high!

Although that palm strike of his didn't even use a tenth of his full strength, However, that palm also had a force of ten to twenty thousand jin - That was the strength he had when he became a swordsman. Not to mention that he had just stepped into the Sword Master Stage Realm, even a higher level swordsman would not be able to withstand it.

"What a strong defense!" Jian Ao said sincerely.

The wooden sword swung its arm to dispel the anesthesia. It looked at Jian Ao coldly with fear in its eyes. Putting aside the fact that his other martial arts were not as good as Jian Ao's, his palm alone was exceptionally powerful.

He was afraid that it was not even comparable to some of the late stage swordsmen.

If the sword wood knew that Jian Ao had only used less than a tenth of his strength in that palm strike, it was unknown how he would feel.

At least, he wouldn't let out such a sigh.

Jian Ao's strength had shocked the sword wood, but it wasn't enough to make the sword wood retreat. His defense was still able to withstand it.

"Again!"

As the sword wood stepped forward, black light flickered around his body like a flame. He stretched out his hand and grabbed, and a wisp of black flame appeared in his hand.

"Black Flame Dragon!"

Jian Mu pulled with both hands, and the flame became longer and longer, like a ferocious black dragon that gave off a destructive aura. Apart from that, there was also a hint of evil intent.

This feeling made Jian Ao very unhappy. It was as if he had met a natural enemy, a mortal enemy in his life. To put it bluntly: Even if he fell into a manure pit, it would not make Jian Ao feel so uncomfortable.

"It seems like my Nine Revolutions Profound Arts has an innate hostility towards the demonic path. "

Jian Ao felt the changes in his body and found that this discomfort and dissatisfaction came from the Nine Revolutions Profound Arts.

Thinking about it, it made sense. The Nine Revolutions Profound Arts was a supreme technique that represented justice, but the Devil Arts was evil.

Justice and evil were natural enemies!

From within, Jian Ao seemed to see his own future. He would definitely have to deal with many devil cultivators and the Devil Arts in the future.

"Fine, let me see what's so mysterious about this Devil Arts. "

The Black Flame Devil Dragon roared. Before it even arrived, a scorching Qi was emitted from it. However, this scorching Qi was different from other flames. It gave people the feeling that it was as cold as ice, capable of freezing one's heart.

Jian Ao had already made up his mind. He wanted to take a look at the changes of the Devil Arts. Without any hesitation, he moved his feet and dodged the attack range of the Black Flame Devil Dragon.

Roar! Roar!

The Black Flame Devil Dragon had no intelligence. All it knew was that it wanted to kill this man in front of it. When it saw Jian Ao retreating, it pressed on him step by step.

Due to its huge size, it had a huge advantage in terms of attack range.

The flaming dragon tail swung like a black flaming sword, slashing towards Jian Ao.

Jian Ao dodged once again. He casted the Wind Shadow Step. Bang! The attack missed.

The Black Flame Devil Dragon kept attacking, but Jian Ao kept dodging. The entire arena was filled with the marks of their battle.

But for some reason, everyone had a strange feeling in their hearts. It was obviously Jian Ao who was at a disadvantage, but it gave them the feeling of a cat playing with a mouse.

Needless to say, Jian Ao was that cat. The Black Flame Devil Dragon, or Sword Wood, was the mouse.

The Sword Wood was infuriated. He had also noticed this and could not help but roar: "Jian Ao, if you have the guts, fight me fair and square. What kind of hero is relying on your movement technique to dodge? How can you be the Young Lord of Jian family, or even the patriarch?!"

Jian Mu's voice was helpless. The devil Qi in his body was about to run out. Once it dried up, he would definitely be the one to lose. If he didn't use some tricks to provoke Jian Ao, with Jian Ao's ghostly speed, he really wouldn't be able to do anything to him.

Initially, he also wanted to continue wasting time like this. After all, the devil Qi produced by the Devil Arts was much stronger than other cultivation techniques. However, it seemed like Jian Ao had reversed this fact. The latter's true qi was as vast as the ocean, as if it couldn't be used up.

It was inexhaustible, it was inexhaustible!

Buzz!

Under this sound, Jian Ao's body stopped moving. It wasn't because he couldn't stand the words of the sword wood, but because he realized that the Devil Arts seemed to have the same effect as the cultivation technique he was cultivating. Both required Qi to support them. He needed True Qi, and they needed it as well. Let's call it 'Devil Qi' for now.

Jian Ao found out that the Devil Arts was the same as the cultivation method he and the others practiced. Although the sword wood needed it. The amount of devil energy stored in the Devil Arts was much greater than the other cultivation techniques. However, the amount of Devil Qi required for him to use the same devil technique was also much greater!

It seemed like everything in the world followed the same principle: There were pros and cons!

Nothing in the world was perfect!

Since he had the same idea as himself, it would be much easier for him to deal with him in the future. If he didn't have any breakthrough points, he could wait until he ran out of demonic Qi before making a move!

Besides, with his strength, he could easily find a breakthrough point and then use his strength to suppress him.

Now, Jian Ao had come up with two ways to deal with devil cultivators. One was soft, while the other was hard.