Nine Yang Sword Saint Chapter 238

Yang Dingtian lifted up the Sky Devil Flame Saber in his hand and brandished frantically.

On the surface, he was using the third style of Wind Wave Evil Saber, Splash Ink Gale.

In fact, he was using the third style and first technique of Pig Slayer Sword Art's Yin Yang Qi Transformation Technique, Fire Transformation Art!

Yang Dingtian was extremely confident in this battle, but he couldn't help but feel restless since Ye Feng had started to act shamelessly. Therefore, the Seven Colored Rainbow's might was no longer seven times stronger than his first move, the Color of the Rainbow. Rather, it was at least nine times stronger. Or perhaps, even more.

Ye Feng wanted to put Yang Dingtian to his death in his second move.

Previously, Yang Dingtian had forcefully received Ye Feng's first attack, the Color of the Rainbow, and was jolted to the point of vomiting blood. Now, this Seven Colored Rainbow, together with the Illusory Amorous Dragon Technique, had increased its energy by at least nine times. Just Yang Dingtian alone would never be able to receive this attack head-on.

Therefore, he had to depend on the Yin Yang Qi Transformation Technique's might.

If the third style of Pig Slaying Sword Art were really a supreme sacred art, Yang Dingtian's Transformation Qi Art would be able to receive the upcoming third attack as well. If the Yin Yang Qi Transformation Technique weren't formidable enough, Yang Dingtian would be defeated tonight. Perhaps, he would even die here.

“Awoh…” That seven-colored enormous dragon widened its large mouth to its limit ferociously.

Meanwhile, Yang Dingtian brandished his Sky Devil Flame Saber. Suddenly, he charged into its terrifying big mouth.

Therefore, momentarily, no one knew if it were Yang Dingtian who had charged in or was he devoured by that brightly lit enormous dragon.

But immediately after, everyone could no longer spot Yang Dingtian's silhouette. It was as if the seven-colored brightly lit enormous dragon had devoured him. Subsequently, the enormous dragon spiraled around and roared frantically. It was as if it wanted to crush Yang Dingtian into pieces within its stomach.

Ye Feng withdrew his saber sword and revealed a complacent smile on his face.

This was the result he wanted. Not only did he want to kill his opponent, but he also wanted to do it gorgeously.

For Yang Dingtian and Qin Mengli to have an illicit and passionate love affair with each other was a complete provocation towards the White Cloud City. White Cloud City had no way to deal with Qin Mengli. However, they could easily kill Yang Dingtian off. This was also to warn others that they could have fun with this stunning and remarkable Qin Mengli. However, if they were to take things seriously, they would undoubtedly die.

Meanwhile, Ye Wuzheng's malevolent expression had also slightly loosened up. His graceful and dignified expression had also gradually returned.

After Ye Wucheng saw the enormous brightly lit dragon had devoured Yang Dingtian, he curled the corner of his mouth up. He no longer looked at the battle within the main hall. Rather, he lifted up his wine cup and gave Qin Wanchou a toast in a delighted and relaxed manner.

Although Qin Wanchou's expression wasn't really pleasant, he still returned Ye Wucheng a toast. He lifted up the cup before him and drank it in a gulp.

Third Lady Gongsun looked at the center of the battlefield full of interest. Meanwhile, Dongfang Bingling was still as ignorant as before. She had totally not placed the martial arts competition in her eyes at all. The thing she was doing was staring into blank space as if she weren't attending the birthday celebration at all.

Currently, Yang Dingtian was wrapped up by extremely terrifying and formidable energy. It influx his body crazily, hoping to rip apart everything within Yang Dingtian's body.

“Fire Transformation Art!”

“Fire Transformation Art!”

“Fire Transformation Art!”

Yang Dingtian kept using the same move frantically, the first style of Yin Yang Qi Transformation Technique, Fire Transformation Art.

Immediately, countless of burning mystic qi energy that was pouring into Yang Dingtian's body had been frantically dissolved, turning into pure mystic qi and was infused into his qi vessel.

The Yin Yang Qi Transformation Technique was truly extremely formidable. Indeed, it was extremely mysterious. Meanwhile, the burning mystic qi energy that was surging in had unexpectedly been dissolved rapidly. Furthermore, as time passed, Yang Dingtian's proficiency in the Transformation Qi Art grew, the amount of flaming mystic qi he could dissolve grew as well.

But even so, Yang Dingtian still discovered that it was extremely hard for him to dissolve a 9-star Martial Mystic class expert with his current Yin Yang Qi Transformation Technique. The remaining mystic qi he couldn't dissolve had still injured Yang Dingtian.

Meanwhile, the scene at the center of the main hall had already turned extremely stunning.

Almost everyone thought that Yang Dingtian would undoubtedly die. However, the situation changed at the next moment. The color of the brightly lit enormous dragon had gradually grown dim. Ultimately, it no longer spiraled around. Rather, he seemed to be struggling.

“Bang…” All of a sudden, a loud noise reverberates out.

Yang Dingtian suddenly flew out from the sky while holding onto his Sky Devil Flame Saber.

Subsequently, a rift suddenly tore open on the brightly lit enormous dragon. Yang Dingtian had torn open a rift on the enormous energy dragon. After which, he broke out from the dragon.

After he charged out, Yang Dingtian landed onto the ground. He slashed at the enormous dragon using his Sky Devil Flame Saber frantically.

Everyone was dumbstruck. This couldn't be a joke, right?

This enormous dragon wasn't a real organism. It was just an illusory dragon that was formed from the flaming mystic qi. Currently, Yang Dingtian had actually used his solidified saber and slashed onto the illusory energy dragon. How could this not be insane?

But the next scene had almost turned them crazy.

Because when Yang Dingtian brandished his sword, the enormous illusory dragon had actually disintegrated pieces by pieces as parts of it got chopped off.

“Go!” Finally, Yang Dingtian suddenly yelled out. Once again, he dived into the badly damaged, brightly lit enormous dragon body. Subsequently, he sliced crazily with his Sky Devil Flame Saber.

“Break!”

A loud explosion and the radiances dazzled everyone's eyes.

Immediately, the brightly lit enormous dragon was crushed horribly. The scattered ashes and smokes were turned into thousands of flaming radiances before disappearing from the void. It was like the resplendent fireworks.

Finally, Yang Dingtian withdrew his sword and stood tall.

Ye Feng stood still as if he had been struck by lightning as he stared at Yang Dingtian lifelessly. He was completely unable to imagine that this would actually happen. This was simply too erroneous, too insane.

Not only Ye Feng, but Ye Wuzheng was also shocked to the point of being speechless. Meanwhile, for Ye Wucheng, the wine came pouring down from the wine cup that had yet to enter his mouth. Even so, he seemed to have not felt it.

Dugu Fengwu's beautiful eyes brightened up. Subsequently, she coagulated her gaze on Yang Dingtian's face as she revealed an astonished expression. However, no one knew what her expression meant.

Meanwhile, Dongfang Bingling's beautiful eyes glanced at Yang Dingtian casually as if it were the first time she had taken notice of the situation. However, it was merely a casual glance before moving her gaze immediately, showing no concern for it.

Instead, Qin Wanchou and Qin Huaiyu had used a solemn gaze and looked towards Yang Dingtian for the first time.

As for Qin Mengli, her original pale and colorless face had instantly turned red. The unexpected surprise had caused her beautiful eyes to turn tearful. Her excited face caused her to appear even more uniquely beautiful.

Yang Dingtian looked towards Ye Feng and spoke calmly, “Young Lord Ye Feng, you still have the third move.”

Immediately, Ye Feng's body suddenly trembled violently. Correct. He still had one more move. However, Ye Feng's heart had somewhat started to waver.

For his second move, not only had he used the Seven Colored Rainbow, but he had also shamelessly utilized a mystic skill. Undoubtedly, it was two moves combined into one. Yet, he had purposely pretended it to be a single move. Originally, he was extremely confident of this fatality strike. He felt that he would definitely be able to kill Yang Dingtian. Unexpectedly, not only did he not die. Instead, it had drawn such a breathtaking performance from the other party.

It was as if all of his awesomeness had become Yang Dingtian's bedcover.

There was the third move. However, Ye Feng had basically not prepared anything for his third move.

The second move was already this powerful, and it was still unable to kill Yang Dingtian. Currently, he truly had no idea what he was going to do with the third move. Therefore, for a short period, he couldn't help but look toward his father, Ye Wucheng.

When Ye Wucheng sensed his son's gaze, his complexion changed immediately. He commented coldly, “Have you turned muddle-headed? Isn't it just a misstep of the Seven Colored Rainbow. You still have so many formidable things that you have yet to put into use. The mystic skill your uncle had handed over to you, have you forgotten about that?”

The moment he heard the words, Ye Feng's complexion couldn't help but change. A trace of fear had even been revealed within his eyes.

Immediately, Yang Dingtian felt a burst of slight discomfort in his heart. Correct, Ye Feng had revealed fear within his eyes. On the contrary, Yang Dingtian felt somewhat uneasy.

Who was Ye Wucheng's uncle? Zhu Qingzhu, the Mystic Heaven Sect Patriarch.

After the Hidden Sect had hidden from the world as well as the passing of Dongfang Niemie and Ximen Wuya, the Mystic Heaven Sect patriarch Zhu Qingzhu had truly become the strongest person in this world. Furthermore, the Soul Devouring Mystic Qi he had used to cause the death of Ximen Wuya was still vivid within Yang Dingtian's mind.

It could be imagined to be a strong and abnormal mystic skill that was taught to Ye Feng. Even Ye Feng himself was afraid of it.

A lot of them present at the scene possessed extremely high cultivation. Therefore, they had immediately caught onto it when Ye Feng revealed a trace of fear. Immediately, a lot of their gazes had become complex and strange.

Ye Feng was an extremely sensitive person. He possessed an abnormal amount of selfishness and arrogance. When he sensed those gazes, his heart seemed to have started burning immediately. Subsequently, both his eyes began to burn in an extremely abnormal radiance quickly. The gaze he looked at Yang Dingtian was also instantly filled with entrenched hatred.

He had to kill Yang Dingtian. The person before him must die.

Although he was filled with fear towards the mystic skill which had caused him to possess a nightmarish memory, so long as he was able to kill the person before him, everything would be worth it.

After that, Ye Feng revealed a gloomy and cold smile at Yang Dingtian, “The third move. Right, there's still the third move!”

Currently, he did not pose any threats. However, the gaze he was looking at Yang Dingtian was as if he were looking at a deadman.

Subsequently, he lifted up the sword in his hand and started to dance lightly.

Correct, it was just some light dances. Furthermore, it looked like an extremely ordinary movement. It was filled with casualness as he brandished the sword in his hand. There wasn't any aesthetic, and no profoundness could be sensed from it. It was just a casual brandishment.

First sword!

Second sword!

Third sword!

Immediately, Yang Dingtian's expression grew extremely solemn. He could instinctively feel the dangerous aura.

All of a sudden, the whole main hall turned dark when he brandished the fourth sword.

All of the candle flames swayed gently. There wasn't any wind. However, these candle flames seemed to have met something terrifying. Immediately, they started to shrink. Therefore, the whole hall became dark.

Fifth sword!

Sixth sword!

Seventh sword!

Subsequently, the brightly lit main hall gradually turned darker.

This wasn't an illusion or the contrast of light. Rather, it had indeed turned dark. All of the flame within the main hall seemed to have been devoured by some kind of special energy.

After that, everyone present could clearly sense that there were a lot of energies rushing forth to Ye Feng's body.

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