Chapter 174 Watching the Battle at Forbidden Ridge

Qin Ming left Jialing City and rode on the Silver Wing Frost Bee to rush back to the Moon Viewing Island.

He flew in the air for about half a day.

Suddenly.

His powerful divine sense detected that a large number of cultivators were gathering a few miles away.

There was an undulating mountain range there, and a bluestone wall was built on the nearby mountains, winding and continuous, like a long dragon entwined between the mountains.

Qin Ming originally wanted to leave directly, but when he heard the topic discussed by the cultivators who rushed over, he suddenly became interested.

He immediately put the silver wing into the spirit beast bag, and the breath-holding technique revealed the cultivation of the initial stage of foundation building. Then he casually stopped a cultivator in the late stage of Qi training and asked him a question.

The cultivator in the Qi training stage was controlling the magic boat and quickly flew to the gathering place, but was stopped by someone.

A trace of anger flashed in his eyes, but when he realized that the mana fluctuations emanating from the other party far exceeded his own, a smile reappeared on his face.

"Hey, senior, what advice do you have?" The Qigong cultivator smiled and bowed to Qin Ming respectfully.

He looked at the bearded man with a face full of flesh in front of him, and he secretly cursed in his heart, and was immediately frightened.

Qin Ming pretended to be profound, snorted coldly and asked: "Hmph! Why are you running? Am I so scary?"

"Tell me what happened in front of me? If you don't satisfy me, I will break your legs!"

The cultivator in the late stage of Qigong was so scared that he trembled all over when he heard it, and quickly answered honestly: "Reporting to the senior, today is the day when Linghu Yang and Wei Wuya, the first sword of Wei State, will duel. In a while, the two will start a duel in the Forbidden Ridge. Many cultivators are rushing to witness this rare event in a century."

"Junior is also rushing to join in the fun."

Qin Ming was stunned when he heard it. He didn't expect it to be about Wei Wuya.

"Hey! Tell me again, who is that Linghu Yang? How dare he challenge Wei Wuya?"

"Ah? Don't you know? Linghu Yang is the hermit who has been in the limelight recently. With his perfect foundation building, he defeated the old ancestor of the fake pill and became famous in the Wei Kingdom's immortal cultivation world."

Qin Ming frowned and thought about it. It seemed that when he was in Canghai Immortal City, he did hear someone talking about this person, and he had some impression of him.

'No wonder he dared to challenge Wei Wuya, it seems that he has some strength. '

"Okay, go away?" Qin Ming said in a muffled voice.

The Qigong cultivator felt as if he had been pardoned after hearing this, and left with sweat all over his body.

"What a damn bad luck! Is it not suitable to travel today? How come I met such an evil star? Fortunately, the other party is not a treacherous person, otherwise I would be miserable."

...

Qin Ming looked at the direction where the cultivator left and thought to himself: 'It's interesting~'

'Then I can just go and see the Wei Kingdom's immortal cultivation world. What is the ceiling combat power of the foundation-building period? '

Thinking of this, Qin Ming also flew towards the Forbidden Ridge.

After a stick of incense.

Qin Ming came to the scene where the fight was about to begin. The Forbidden Ridge was already crowded and lively.

"Who do you think will win this battle?"

"Need I say? Of course it's Linghu Yang! He who can defeat the old ancestor of fake pills is a peerless genius who has not appeared in a hundred years!"

"As the first swordsman of Wei State, Wei Wuya is not just a name for nothing? After so many years of hard training, I'm afraid his sword skills have already reached perfection! Linghu Yang must not be his opponent."

"Then do you dare to bet? Bet on your top-grade magic weapon?"

"Come on! Who's afraid of who? Let's make it clear in advance that if you lose, you must hand over the hundred-year-old wind spirit grass!"

"Okay! That's it! Who's afraid of who!"

"..."

Such scenes are constantly being played out in the Forbidden Ridge.

Qin Ming was also stunned. Before the fight between Wei Wuya and the other person started, the cultivators in the audience had already started betting.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

At this moment, two dazzling escape lights came from the distant sky, approaching from far away in an instant.

Two heroic figures stood in the air, staring at each other.

Linghu Yang was tall and straight, with sharp eyes and tough facial features. He held a long sword in his arms and said to Wei Wuya indifferently: "This battle will determine the winner and the loser!"

"As you wish." Wei Wuya's face was not fluctuating at all.

The cultivators watching around could not help but get excited when they heard such a simple, rough and domineering opening speech.

Qin Ming was also secretly observing in the air nearby. He had just released his divine sense to investigate and found that the fluctuations of the two people's mana cultivation were almost the same.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

The battle was about to start.

In the sky, two lights and shadows intertwined, flashing a dazzling light, causing the people below to exclaim.

Boom! Boom!

Two deafening sounds exploded, and Wei Wuya and Linghu Yang had already fought in the air.

Some cultivators only felt that the noise was huge, but they didn't understand what was going on.

Qin Ming saw clearly that the two geniuses who had completed their foundation building had fought for more than dozens of times in just a short moment.

With the naked eye, a group of red sword light and a piece of blue glow were seen intertwined, hitting from the sky to the ground, razing the nearby hills to the ground.

Many cultivators who were watching the excitement, seeing such a terrifying might, couldn't help but fly away with their magic weapons.

They were afraid that they would be affected by the aftermath of the fight between the two and end up dead.

For a moment.

In the distant mountains, rocks collapsed, dazzling spells roared one after another, and smoke and dust rolled.

As the first sword of Wei State, Wei Wuya controlled a top-grade spiritual weapon magic sword, with sword light flashing around him, sometimes turning into a sword shield, and sometimes attacking into a sword formation, forcing Linghu Yang into danger several times.

Wherever the sword light passed, it was unmatched, and they were cut into dust.

And Linghu Yang was not an easy person to deal with. He controlled a golden long sword spiritual weapon, surrounded by colorful flames, and his momentum was close to Jiadan.

"Hmph! Brother Wei has good tricks. Next is my strongest attack in my life. If even this trick can't defeat you, then I admit defeat." Linghu Yang's eyes showed madness, and he was full of fighting spirit!

Then he saw a drop of dark red blood floating out of his brow and dripping on the blade in an instant.

Boom!

The ancient golden long sword seemed to be completely awakened by something, and instantly turned into a golden starlight and disappeared.

It was obvious that at the cost of consuming essence, blood and lifespan, some extremely terrifying secret method was activated.

Then Linghu Yang put his hands together and raised them above his head.

Boom!

A blue blade shadow of dozens of feet appeared on Linghu Yang's body in an instant, exuding a destructive momentum!

Even Wei Wuya frowned when he saw this, and cursed inwardly: What a madman!

Qin Ming turned into a bearded man, who was standing in the sky to watch the show, and was watching it with great interest.

He suddenly felt something was wrong.

Wei Wuya was standing right in front of Qin Ming, and he didn't expect that Linghu Yang's attack at the cost of burning essence would be so powerful.

Qin Ming was just about to hide away to watch, when he saw the blade phantom incarnated by Linghu Yang, slashing towards Wei Wuya with overwhelming force!

Boom!

The cultivators standing on Qin Ming's side watching the battle, looking at the blade that pierced the sky, were so frightened that their faces turned pale, secretly complaining and regretting not standing further away.

They didn't expect that they could see what was going on just by watching the excitement, and they could only pray in their hearts that Wei Wuya could take on this powerful spell.

"Oh my goodness!"

"I'm afraid Linghu Yang's attack is beyond the scope of spells in the foundation-building period?"

"This man is really a lunatic, it's too late to dodge."

"I hope Wei Wuya can deal with it, otherwise it will be terrible!"

Just as everyone was flying away to avoid it.

The blue blade phantom that was dozens of feet long, under the control of Linghu Yang, burst out with momentum again, and instantly rose more than ten feet, and slashed down in front of him!

An unexpected scene appeared.

Faced with such a powerful trump card, even Wei Wuya, known as the first swordsman of Wei State, did not intend to take the knife head-on.

Wei Wuya took out a gray talisman and immediately slapped it on himself, and he disappeared from the spot.

He instantly appeared a mile away.

Even Qin Ming was stunned by this operation.

"Damn it! Wei Wuya is actually a coward!"

"It's over, the knife is coming down, run!"

"It's too late, you're dead."

"..."

Qin Ming's face twitched. He didn't expect that even if he came to be a spectator, he would be affected by the fight.

Seeing Linghu Yang's strongest attack, he had locked the airspace where he was. Unless there was a void transfer talisman like Wei Wuya, there was no way to avoid it.

The nearby cultivators wailed and showed despair.

Roar!

At this moment,

A blood-red four-armed giant shadow that reached the sky and the earth appeared in the air. It was more than twenty feet tall and stood upright.

The moment the blood-red four-armed giant shadow appeared, it exuded an unparalleled momentum and sent out layers of shock waves in all directions.

The monks affected were like a small boat swaying in the waves, and were blown to the ground in an instant. Some even fell directly from the air.

The blood-red four-armed giant ape phantom was not afraid of the sword light that was coming.

Crackling!

I saw it stretch out its four arms, put its five fingers together, and turn them into fists, like a blood-red demon god, crossing a distance of dozens of feet in an instant, and rushing towards the phantom of the sword light in the sky!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Crack!

After several earth-shaking collisions, the blue blade light in the sky was instantly shattered by a blood-colored giant shadow with a few punches, and it dissipated like foam.

Bang!

The remaining power of the fist shadow did not diminish, and a punch hit Linghu Yang in the air behind him. He was blasted into the mountain behind him like a cannonball.

A clear black dent with the word "Tai" suddenly appeared on the mountain

Hiss!

The monks watching the battle took a breath of cold air, not only because they were lucky to have escaped death, but also because they were shocked by the scene just now. They couldn't calm down for a long time.

Wei Wuya, who was not far away, also had a look of shock in his eyes. Looking at the bearded man transformed by Qin Ming, his heart was already surging.