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Beep, sect mission, the duel with Zeng Baichuan.

Mission description: Kill Zeng Baichuan. Due to the huge gap in strength between the two, there is no time limit.

Would you like to accept?

Niubi paused, looked up, and saw a handsome young man in the Ling Yun Sect's attire looking at him with a half-smile, and from time to time, killing intent flashed in his eyes.

Niubi's heart tightened, and his eyebrows furrowed tightly, but subconsciously, he still chose to accept.

During the exchange of immortal methods between the two sects, free duels were allowed. The challenged party could not retreat but could only admit defeat when they were unable to fight. Anyone who dared to refuse the challenge would be regarded as a disgrace to the sect. In serious cases, they would be executed. In mild cases, their cultivation would be and they would become mortals.

"Senior Brother Zeng, I have just entered the inner courtyard and have not learned any skills. Your duel request seems a bit too demanding." Niubi sized up Zeng Baichuan and quickly calculated in his heart what the other party's purpose was.

"Do you want to refuse?"

Zeng Baichuan gave an evil smile, and the mockery in his eyes was undisguised.

Niubi remained silent. Judging from the situation, Zeng Baichuan was deliberately causing trouble for him today. Since there was no way to avoid it, Niubi simply dropped his disguise, his face turned cold, and said in a deep voice.

"Senior Brother Zeng, from what you mean, today's fight between you and me is inevitable?"

"That's for su..." Zeng Baichuan was arrogant and replied with his mouth open. But before he could finish, Niubi, not far away, pinched a hand gesture with one hand, and spiritual energy circulated in his body. Two deep red and scorching hot fireballs suddenly appeared. Then, the air around Niubi trembled, and the two fireballs smashed towards Zeng Baichuan like lightning.

"Naive!"

The fireballs were extremely fast and instantly reached in front of Zeng Baichuan. Zeng Baichuan was first stunned, then the corner of his mouth slightly lifted, and with a single point in the void with one hand, a small yellow shield appeared in front of his chest, firmly protecting himself behind it.

The small shield was completely yellow, and the shield body shone with fluorescence. Wisps of spiritual energy constantly coiled around the small shield. At a glance, it was known that it was no ordinary thing.

"Bang bang!" The two scorching hot and deep red fireballs hit the small shield fiercely the moment the small shield appeared. A ripple rippled around the small shield, and then the fireballs disappeared.

"Defensive spiritual weapon?" Niubi was greatly shocked. In order to increase his own strength, he had consulted many ancient books in the library these days. And what most attracted Niubi was the weapons used by immortal cultivators.

In the immortal cultivation world, there are five types of weapons: spiritual weapons, mysterious weapons, precious weapons, immortal weapons, and divine weapons. These five types of weapons are divided into upper, middle, and lower grades. The power difference between each grade is huge.

"With your existence like an ant, even if you sneak attack, what can you do?" Zeng Baichuan saw Niubi's astonishment and was full of complacency. A feeling of looking down on all living beings suddenly welled up in his heart. In his opinion, Niubi was just an insect that he could crush with a casual pinch.

Niubi was greatly horrified. The gap in strength between himself and the other party was already too large. He wanted to take the lead and gain some advantage. But now it seemed that the other party had a spiritual weapon to protect himself. I'm afraid this battle would end disastrously for him.

"Kid, accept your fate!" A disciple of the Ling Yun Sect who was watching the battle laughed loudly.

"Senior Brother Zeng, teach him a lesson!"

"Yeah, let him see the power of our Ling Yun Sect!"

After Zeng Baichuan used the spiritual weapon, all the disciples of the Ling Yun Sect shouted excitedly as if Niubi was already a fish on the chopping board.

After hearing this, Zeng Baichuan's arrogance grew even stronger, and the smile on his mouth became even thicker.

Niubi gritted his teeth tightly, and various methods quickly flashed through his mind. But without exception, all these methods were denied by Niubi. In the face of absolute strength, any strategy seemed so powerless.

Thinking of this, Niubi smiled wryly in his heart, but his hands didn't stop. One scorching hot fireball after another, like constantly spitting fire snakes, appeared in his palm.

"Fire Bullet Technique!" Niubi shouted angrily. The fireballs in his hands, with scorching heat, cut through the sky, making crackling sounds as they whistled and smashed towards Zeng Baichuan.

Zeng Baichuan laughed loudly. With a virtual point in the air with his left hand, the yellow small shield moved without wind and turned into a phantom in the air, blocking the incoming fireballs one by one. Then Zeng Baichuan grasped in the air with his right hand. The wind around him rose, and a small tornado appeared in his palm.

"Wind Mark Technique?" Niubi's whole body turned cold. The Wind Mark Technique is a low-level immortal method in the Qi Condensation stage. It is fast and consumes less spiritual energy. It is very suitable for dealing with immortal cultivators with lower cultivation than oneself.

"Go!" Zeng Baichuan smiled and the tornado in his hand scattered and turned into countless wind marks, sweeping towards Niubi.

Niubi looked at the wind marks all over the sky, and his heart had already fallen to the bottom. With such dense wind marks, there was no way for him to dodge.

"Puff puff puff puff!" Bursts of dull sounds came. The sharp wind blades cut countless wounds in front of Niubi, and blood immediately gushed out. A huge tearing sensation made Niubi not only convulse for a while. Is this the gap between myself and others?

Niubi's body was bleeding profusely. The strong unwillingness made him struggle to get up and prepare to condense the fire bullets again. But Zeng Baichuan obviously didn't give him a chance.

"Senior brother, you are too weak. Let me teach you what immortal methods are!"

Looking at Niubi, who was covered in blood, Zeng Baichuan laughed loudly. At the same time, several wind blades flew out again. Large pieces of flesh and blood burst from Niubi's body. Under the reflection of the sunlight, it showed a strange scarlet color.

"Bang!" The powerful force of the wind blade sent Niubi flying two or three meters before landing. Niubi coughed violently and large mouthfuls of blood foam flowed out of his mouth.

"Senior brother, how do you feel? Does it hurt a lot?" Zeng Baichuan looked at Niubi, who was constantly struggling to get up on the ground, with a smile. Wind blades rose again in his hands, and one wind blade after another was like a sharp knife, raging on Niubi's body. Large pieces of flesh and blood slowly separated from Niubi's body.

The intense pain had made Niubi lose his ability to think, but he stubbornly got up again and again. A pair of eyes looked coldly at Zeng Baichuan, full of resentment.

The midday sunlight projected warmth onto the earth, but at this moment, Zeng Baichuan didn't feel the slightest warmth. He quietly looked at Niubi, who was still struggling to get up in the pool of blood, and those resentful eyes. Suddenly, a sense of fear rose in his heart.

"Senior brother, enough. Let's, let's go!" A disciple of the Ling Yun Sect, looking at Zeng Baichuan with a trembling body, said in a low voice.

"Yes, senior brother. If this continues, he, he will die!"

Zeng Baichuan turned his head and looked at his fellow disciples. In their eyes, Zeng Baichuan saw fear.

"Slap!" A bloody hand suddenly grabbed Zeng Baichuan's foot, and then a scorching hot breath came. Zeng Baichuan didn't think much and with a thought, the yellow small shield shot out and blocked in front of him.

"Bang!" A dull sound came. Two deep red fireballs hit the small shield, causing a ripple, and then vanished.

Zeng Baichuan was startled by this sudden attack and broke out in a cold sweat. He hurriedly looked down and saw a bloody figure whose face could no longer be recognized suddenly sighed and fainted. At the same time, the hand that grabbed his foot also loosened.

"Don't blame me!" A fierce look suddenly flashed in Zeng Baichuan's eyes. Whether it was because of the pills from Lu Zhong or the fierceness shown by Niubi today, he had to get rid of the other party.

Thinking of this, Zeng Baichuan grasped with one hand, and several wind blades condensed in his hand again...