Chapter 470: Duel of Magic
course, these are all illusions.The body of the Gray Sword disappeared, concealed within the wilderness. However, every blade of grass and every sword in the wild emitted sword energy, perhaps a mani...After dozens of rounds, Qin Sang had roughly figured out the young man's capabilities.
His cultivation was not inferior to that of Elder Rong and Miao Xinglan, but his combat experience was far behind. It was even worse than that of those mediocre cultivators pretending to be in the Foundation Establishment Realm on Guānxīng Island.
But his treasures were numerous. After the talismans, he continuously sacrificed several magical implements, making one's eyes dizzy. Each one was extraordinary, powerful and formidable, leaving people unable to defend themselves.
Working together, Qin Sang must also remain composed in response.
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Qin Sang estimated that the handsome young man's background was extraordinary.
Unfortunately, the handsome young man was still too inexperienced. These magical artifacts couldn't allow him to turn his advantage into victory. This was all before Qin Sang even used his Ebony Sword.
After a period of combat, Qin Sang's response became increasingly relaxed, even managing to multitask and peek at another battle.
Old Mrs. Jing fought two enemies alone.
Only then did Qin Sang realize that Qingluan was not just a simple mount, but possessed terrifying strength. It held its own against Yu Shan Ting, who wielded magical artifacts, in a back-and-forth battle of equals.
Qingluan helped Elder Jing split the two opponents apart, allowing Elder Jing to focus on dealing with Elder Zhāngxīng.
Yushan Ting knew that Elder Jing was the most important target and didn't want to get entangled with Qingluan any longer. He tried to drive Qingluan away and team up with the Star Master, but he never succeeded.
"When!"
The loud bell rang continuously, shaking the heavens and earth, resonating endlessly.
Purple qi swirled, sometimes condensing into swords and blades, swift as lightning, their edges gleaming; at other times transforming into all manner of ferocious beasts, dragons, phoenixes, lions, tigers... a myriad forms, their ferocity reaching the heavens...
Whether it be swords and blades or ferocious beasts, none can stand against the Qingluan. They will soon be torn to shreds by its sharp claws and beak.
The bronze bell could do nothing to the green crane. After numerous attempts, Yu Shan Pavilion returned empty-handed, and was even pecked several times by the green crane. His expression could no longer maintain calmness, his eyes were filled with anger.
' Bang!'
The sound of the bell was extraordinary, deep and resonant.
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The bronze bell trembled violently, and after the lingering hum faded, it automatically rose from atop Mount Yushan Pavilion, soaring into the air before swooping down towards Qingluan Town.
Endless purple qi erupted, covering the sky and earth.
At this moment, the bronze bell resembled a towering and majestic mountain, its power immense. A deafening roar echoed as wind and thunder converged, threatening to engulf Qingluan directly, crushing and refining it into dust.
The bronze bell itself was not much larger than the Qingluan's body. For some unknown reason, its enormous shadow covered the Qingluan completely. The increasingly loud bell tolls shook the soul, like a mountain roar or a tsunami, with an imposing presence.
A humanized look of seriousness appeared in Qinglan's eyes, making Qin Sang more and more suspicious - was it a wooden carving or a real Qingluan
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The Qilin is an ancient divine beast, only existing in legends. Comparable to dragons and phoenixes, even with Jing Po's great strength, it would be impossible to find and subdue it.
If it were a spirit puppet, how powerful would the puppetry skills have to be to imbue this wooden carving with such lifelike presence
Facing the imposing bronze bell.
The qilin let out an urgent cry, its fighting spirit growing stronger.
Without seeking help from Granny Jing, it spread its wings wide. Its green feathers shimmered with a blue light, the lights converged, becoming deeper and more profound. These feathers seemed to be melting away, igniting into a blue flame.
The Azure Bird becomes the true divine bird reborn from flames.
"Shriek!"
In the face of such beautiful cries, even the bell sounds pale in comparison.
The green qilin glared at the bronze bell, a blaze of green fire shooting into the sky. A column of fire shot straight towards the bronze bell.
'Boom!'
With a deafening roar, the bronze bell was engulfed by the azure flames.
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But within the azure flames, a faint purple could be seen. The purple qi remained undiminished, resisting the burning of the blue fire.
The Yushan Pavilion's inscription suddenly changed, and the bronze bell vibrated incessantly.
Qingluan was not willing to be outdone, continuously releasing azure flames.
Both man and beast were putting all their strength into it, locked in a stalemate. It was unlikely that either side would win in the short term. Qin Sang couldn't tell who would ultimately prevail, so he turned his attention to Granny Jing.
To everyone's surprise, the fight between Jing Po Po and Zhang Xing Lao Ren became even more mystical. There wasn't a hint of fire or smoke, making it even harder to fathom.
Though Qin Sang could still make out some of the details in Yu Shan Ting and Qingluan's battle, regarding the fight between Granny Jing and Elder Zhang Xing, he could only watch as a spectator, unable to tell who had the upper hand.
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Night sky, bright moon, and numerous stars.
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Under the starry sky transformed by two magical treasures, Grandma Jing and Elder Zhangxing hovered in mid-air, without a trace of fireworks.
The moon seemed brighter than before, hanging high in the sky like a silver disc.
Old Master Jing appeared as a living Avalokitesvara, seated cross-legged in mid-air. Her eyes were tightly closed, and behind her floated an opened landscape scroll depicting the Jiangshan Hidden Moon. However, the moon within the painting was no longer there.
The thousand-mile landscape resembles a watercolor painting, and the sea of clouds is actually moving. With the ebb and flow of the cloud waves, this picture seems to come alive.
The Star-Holding Elder also didn't look at Granny Jing. Both of his hands were raised, truly deserving of the name Star-Holding. His palms left streaks of afterimages as he manipulated the Milky Way.
Yet, one can only pluck the stars, not grasp the moon.
Star after star became pawns in the hands of the Stargazer Elder, one killing formation after another taking shape. The varied starlight swooped down on Grandma Jing or Bright Moon, seeking to annihilate them.
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These formations changed extremely quickly, each one possessing formidable power. This treasure of the Star-Holding Elder left Qin Sang in awe.
The starlight surging toward the moon was all blocked by the moonlight.
The starlight that killed Jing Po was even worse, swallowed by the Rivers and Mountains Hidden Moon Diagram. Besides making the cloud sea more turbulent, it seemed to have done nothing to harm Jing Po.
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Soon, Qin Sang had a new discovery.
Stars at the edge of the cosmos, one by one, dimmed and vanished, as if obscured by moonlight, never to reappear.
When a star disappears, that space will fall into darkness, and there is a peculiar vibration produced. Within the vibration, there seems to be a crack invisible to the naked eye.
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While the Venerable Palm Star was concentrating his killing formation to slay Grandmother Jing, he would also shift other stars in the Milky Way to the edges, repairing the space that had fallen into darkness.
It seems this is the only way to maintain the night sky formed by the magic treasures from collapsing.
Qin Sang shifted his gaze and carefully observed Elder Palm Star.
Under the increasingly bright moonlight, the Stargazer stared intently at the night sky, his expression very serious. His face seemed to be covered with a layer of sweat reflecting starlight, making it appear very flushed.
...and Jing Po's calmness form a striking contrast.
Looking at the performance of the two people and the two magical treasures, Qin Sang felt that Granny Jing should be in the upper hand, but he was uncertain if his guess was right.
Qin Sang couldn't continue to watch, distracted, because the handsome young man's attack suddenly became fierce.
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The handsome young man noticed that Qin Sang was distracted, feeling disrespected and incredibly ashamed.
What's even more infuriating is that, despite using all my skills and power, I'm unable to do anything to him. Facing an opponent whose cultivation level is inferior to mine, who's even distracted on the battlefield, I should be able to easily defeat him.
"You're asking for it!"
The handsome young man raged furiously, harboring intense hatred for Qin Sang. He unleashed the full power of his talisman treasure without reservation.
Fu Bao's transformed dark light danced up and down, coming and going like electricity, leaving no trace. But in Qin Sang's eyes, it was nowhere to be hidden.
Uchi never managed to break through the Blue Mirror's blockade, not even reaching Qin Sang's sleeve.
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This is a response.ce, he said: "Kill this beast, and I, Fang, only ask for one dragon sinew. The reward I promised will be paid in full. As for the rest of its possessions, you five will divide them equally. How does t...