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Jiang Yang once again summoned his Whirlwind Wave. This time, he didn't strike from afar, but instead, he charged straight at Zhao Chengye. The Whirlwind Wave in his hand grew larger and larger. This attack was more than twice as strong as the previous one!

Zhao Chengye finally felt some fear. His finger brushed the edge of the sword, and blood dripped onto the blade. The ghost spirit, which was originally like a useless sword, suddenly erupted with a powerful wave of demonic power. The cracks on the tip of the sword actually grew new blades.

There was a pained look on Zhao Chengye's face. It seemed that this sword thirsted for blood. Even the blood of a swordsman would not hesitate to devour it.

"Die!"

Zhao Chengye, who was already unable to move, immediately broke free from the control of the River Immortal Spirit Dao Technique. He swung his sword and sliced through the darkness of the Demon Beast Tomb. Dark purple light covered Jiang Yang's body.

Jiang Yang's pupils suddenly contracted as his heart beat fiercely. A sense of life-and-death crisis assaulted him.

"Damn it!"

At this moment, Jiang Yang had no choice but to give up on the close-range attack. He sent the spinning wave towards Zhao Chengye.

Bang!

In the blink of an eye, the spinning shockwave was broken by Zhao Chengye. The sword Qi did not slow down at all as it continued its onslaught towards Jiang Yang.

"Gather!"

Jiang Yang suddenly pressed his hands against the ground. Crack crack. A huge wall of ice immediately formed in front of him.

"Pah!"

The ice wall shattered and a large hand reached out from within the broken ice. It lifted up Jiang Yang's collar and then ruthlessly threw him onto the skeleton of a huge demon beast.

A huge leg bone of that demonic beast was smashed into pieces by Jiang Yang. With great difficulty, Jiang Yang stood up from the ground with the ghost god in his hand.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Jiang Yang spat out a mouthful of black blood. This was a hidden wound he had left in the Cloud Sky City two days ago.

Jiang Yang pushed away his messy hair and the indelible fighting spirit in his eyes.

"Is this your method?" "It's nothing more than that."

Although Jiang Yang had received quite a bit of damage, he still stood up.

"Wow!"

Another mouthful of blood was spat out from Jiang Yang's mouth. His injuries had not been fully healed before, and now that he was engaged in such an intense battle with Zhao Chengye, it seemed like they were getting worse.

"You undefeatable stinking cockroach, no matter how long you hang on, it's to no avail. Today, your life must be used as an offering for my sword! "

Zhao Chengye didn't notice that the Spirit was still sucking his blood. The more he absorbed, the denser the demonic energy became, while Zhao Chengye seemed to slowly become weaker. Previously, it was him who wielded a sword. But now, it felt as though he was wielding a sword with his own hands.

This was also the reason why Jiang Yang had yet to open the Phantom Soul. In fact, his heart was filled with an extreme desire to use the Phantom Soul. This blade had a fatal attraction to Jiang Yang, but Jiang Yang had also tested the feeling of the ghost god pulling the blade out of its sheath. This power was definitely not something he could control right now.

Once he pulled out the Phantom God, Jiang Yang would become a monster that only knew how to kill.

"Hehehe ?"

Jiang Yang smiled coldly.

"Wanting my life is not that simple!"

As the sound of his voice faded, Jiang Yang clasped his hands together and a murderous look appeared in his eyes. In almost an instant, Jiang Yang gave off a completely different feeling. It looked like a demon, but also like a devil.

"Celestial Dao Arts!" "Spirit Sealing!"

"Pfft!"

When Jiang Yang once again used the Immortal Spirit Dao Technique, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. Originally, the burden of using Celestial Dao Arts was already extremely great for Jiang Yang. To use it once was already very difficult, but the second time was almost the limit for Jiang Yang. In a situation of serious injuries, it directly worsened Jiang Yang's injuries.

Demonic power and spiritual power gathered on Jiang Yang's left and right fists respectively. All this time, Jiang Yang could only use his fire spiritual power to condense a faint white flame. But after receiving the Crimson Cloud Luan's Demon Abdomen Stone, the fire spirit energy in Jiang Yang's body finally began to change. If what Jiang Yang opened was a window, then what he opened now was a door!

On Jiang Yang's right fist, a blazing red flame burned, reflecting a red glow on half of his face.

The fusion of the demon spirit root allowed the appearance of the Jiang Yang demon clan's innate ability. Cold air still emanated from Jiang Yang's left fist, which was covered in ice.

One was cold while the other was hot. If a practitioner were to grasp only one of these two powers, he would be able to control it. However, it was extremely rare to see two powers condensing together from the body of a person. However, not all of these two types of power were controlled by spirit energy, so they could be controlled by Jiang Yang.

"Exploding Flame, Icebreak!"

Taking advantage of the fact that Zhao Chengye had been sealed by the celestial dao technique, Jiang Yang rushed to Zhao Chengye's side in the blink of an eye like a gale of wind.

The Jiang Yang in front of him was definitely the most terrifying Qi Fusion Cultivator Zhao Chengye had ever seen. Not only was his strength comparable to a first level Spirit Condensation expert, his body had clearly reached its limit. However, he did not retreat at all, and instead erupted at this moment!

Fire and ice burst out from Zhao Chengye's chest. The explosive flame energy created a bloody hole in his chest. The frost power had frozen Zhao Chengye's lower abdomen. Under the immense force of Jiang Yang's fist, Zhao Chengye's flesh exploded.

Bang!

Zhao Chengye's body was like a broken kite. He was sent flying by the destructive force of Jiang Yang's fists, smashing apart several huge demon beast bones.

This set of attacks might sound long, but it was actually just a matter of time.

Jiang Yang half knelt on the ground as he gasped for breath. Beads of sweat the size of beans continuously dripped from his chin to the ground. Not far away, Zhao Chengye was already barely there. It seemed like he would die soon without any further effort from Jiang Yang. And right now, Jiang Yang didn't have the strength to kill Zhao Chengye either.

"What ?" Perhaps ? You are just a Qi Condensation cultivator, I ? "I, Zhao Danchen Night ?"

Zhao Chengye still wanted to stand up, but his chest was badly mangled by Jiang Yang. Most of the meat was scorched, and the flesh on his lower abdomen was smashed by Jiang Yang. There was still ice dregs on his chest. If it was an ordinary person, he would have long since died.

As a Spirit Condensation expert, their survivability would be much stronger. However, after he finished this sentence, he no longer had the strength to continue speaking. When his breathing stopped, he didn't even close his eyes.

Jiang Yang propped up the ghost in his hands and stood up with difficulty. Jiang Yang didn't feel the slightest bit of regret towards his actions. Zhao Chengye was not a good person. Ever since Jiang Yang had his enmity with him, he had been looking for an opportunity to get rid of him.

"As your burial ground for demonic beasts, this is your honor."