The northern winds cried...

At this moment, the golden sword-light slowly contracted, turning into a streak of golden light that once again imprinted itself on the back of Ou Yangming's hand. It transformed into the image of a small sword.

It was like a birthmark from birth, and it was extremely strange.

Ou Yangming stretched out his left hand and touched it. There was no difference at all. He thought to himself, 'Looks like I have to hurry up and find the Mount Return Sword.'.

The training field was in a mess. Broken walls and gravel were everywhere.

Ou Yangming took half a step forward and placed his long spear on the ground. He sneered and said, "Not bad, interesting. I thought I could defeat you with the Blazing Fire Cold Cicada, but I didn't expect the Bloodline Power of the Blood Dragon Clan to be so powerful." He shook his head, and his eyes were sharp.

"Hmph, if it weren't for that sword-light that protected you, you would've died." Ji Qi sneered. In his opinion, it must be a protective method given to Ou Yangming by a human powerhouse. Now that the young fellow had used it once, he figured that it would be temporarily ineffective.

Ou Yangming shook his head and did not explain.

He closed his fingers with force, and the tadpole-like runes on the Blood Spear Dragon Slayer began to flow.

The young fellow pointed forward and growled, "Magic Art Amplification!" Before his voice went away, a golden spiritual storm swept out in all directions. The ground trembled, and rocks seemed to be thrown into the sky by a powerful force. The sound of air being torn apart spread in all directions. In an instant, a formation board made of stone awls appeared, and the spinning stone awls were like the stars in the sky.

"Kill!" A cold light flashed in Ou Yangming's eyes. He folded his left and right hands together and pushed outward.

The formation map formed by the stone awls blasted forward. Under the 50% amplification of the Blood Spear Dragon Slayer's magic art, it became terrifying.

This simple and ordinary magic art actually had the power to split open the sky right away.

Ji Qi's expression changed drastically. At this moment, he felt a faint sense of danger from Ou Yangming's body.

He was only from a branch of the Blood Dragon Clan, but he was also very arrogant. Now, he sensed a dangerous aura from a caster who was a rank lower than him. This was simply unforgivable. The man's tall and majestic body swelled up, every inch of his skin was filled with explosive power. His left hand was placed upside down on his interspatial bag. Following that, hundreds of sword pellets whistled out, blotting out the sky and covering the sun.

This was the Sword-nurturing Art. Unlike the sword case of the Seven Stars Sect's Ultimate Sword Peak, sword pellets were being nurtured.

Ji Qi's right hand was placed upside down between his eyebrows. A mouthful of blood essence spurted out, turning into a blood mist.

His hands quickly made a gesture, and his fingers beat rhythmically. He shouted in a low voice, "I've been nurturing the sword pellets for 1,000 days. At this time, I'm willing to use my blood essence as a guide to show the true form of the sword pellets!" As his voice spread, many white threads appeared in his mind. This was him using his spirit to control the sword pellets.

"Quick!" He raised his hand and pointed. With that, the sword pellets transformed into countless white lightning bolts. Their heads and tails connected like a long silver dragon that was tens of meters long. It flew up and down in the air. It galloped down from the nine heavens, and each longsword stirred up a wave of sword Qi that rushed toward the formation map formed from stone awls.

At the same time, Ji Qi's feet moved quickly as he approached Ou Yangming.

He had the same thought as the two elders of the Teng family. As long as they could fight in close combat, the so-called caster would be nothing.

When Ou Yangming saw this, there was no panic on his face. His footsteps were like the wind as he quickly retreated. Nevertheless, he could not stop sneering inside.

Once the spiritual Qi collided with the formation map and the sword pellets, the air emitted muffled sounds.

The sword pellets let out mournful cries and one by one, they lost their charm and fell from the sky.

It was the same for the formation map formed from the stone awls. Plenty of stones fell from the sky and as soon as the 2 came into contact, the battle reached its climax.

Neither Ou Yangming nor Ji Qi retreated. They chose to fight head-on.

1, 2...

More than half of the hundreds of sword pellets had fallen from the sky, and the formation map formed by the stone awls had also become badly damaged.

Despite that, since the sword pellets were unable to break the formation map, Ji Qi did not have the chance to get close to Ou Yangming.

All of a sudden, Ou Yangming's eyes were extremely cold. The Blood Spear Dragon Slayer pointed forward, and a streak of black light flashed. The stone awls that filled the sky began to tremble, and a violent aura spread out. With a loud bang, they directly exploded, shattering all the sword pellets.

Ji Qi's expression changed greatly. His nose and eyebrows were all knitted together, making him look ferocious.

He had never expected that Ou Yangming would be so determined that he would self-destruct the formation map. By the time he wanted to control the sword pills and leave, it was already too late.

The key was that Ji Qi only had a few hundred sword pills in total. How many stone awls did Ou Yangming have? They were endless.

'I can't go on like this, or I'll lose.' Ji Qi held back the pained look on his face, and his hatred for Ou Yangming reached its peak. He took a deep breath and mobilized all the spiritual Qi in his dantian. Even the blood in his veins flowed at a tremendously fast speed. The veins on his body burst out like countless squirming green insects. A powerful aura swept out and set off a gust of violent wind.

What was even more terrifying was that his body swelled up like a wild beast.

A crescent-like bloody scar between his eyebrows lit up, and he turned into a 10-meters-tall man with a pair of horns growing out of his head.

"Even if you die, you should be proud that you made me burn my Bloodline Power!" Ji Qi's eyes were covered in a cloud of blood mist, and his voice was cruel and cold.

"Oh?" Ou Yangming's voice was calm as if he was not angry at all. He held the Blood Spear Dragon Slayer.

As his voice spread, the anger in Ji Qi's heart reached its peak.

He felt like he had just confidently thrown a punch but only to hit cotton. The feeling of powerlessness could make one go crazy.

With a cold snort, his body instantly shot out and headed straight for Ou Yangming.

There was only one thought in Ou Yangming's mind, and that Ji Qi was fast—too fast.

As he guarded his soul with his heart, he entered the states of the integration of Heaven and man, as well as the thoroughly meticulous. He took a step back to increase the distance between him and Ji Qi.

At the same time, all kinds of magic arts were cast, not giving Ji Qi a chance to get close to him. The magic arts kept moving around, eliminating and beating the man up.

Ou Yangming had a spiritual world unique to the Phoenixes. His spiritual power was unparalleled, and he had a 50% increase in the powers of his magic arts. For a time, the two of them were in a stalemate again. Ji Qi's own strength had increased a lot but every time he chased after Ou Yangming, the young fellow used an ingenious Taichi push and easily resolved the situation.

After an hour, Ji Qi's pupils contracted. The more he fought, the more frightened he became.

He had thought that as long as he pressed on step by step, this caster would inevitably reveal a flaw, and he would be able to exhaust his spiritual power. Who knew, an hour had passed, and Ou Yangming was still full of vigor. The young fellow's golden spiritual power seemed to be endless. Ji Qi originally thought that he had overestimated his opponent but now that he had personally experienced it, he understood that he had underestimated his opponent.

What made Ji Qi the most fearful was his opponent's battle talent.

As long as he revealed a flaw, Ou Yangming's aura would instantly envelop him. The attacks would be endless like a violent storm.

However, once Ji Qi switched from defense to offense, Ou Yangming would give up being offensive and move around the edges, using all sorts of magic arts to attack him.

"Ice Sword Art!" Ou Yangming let out a muffled roar. The red tassel under the tip of the Blood Spear Dragon Slayer started to flow like fresh blood.

A gust of cold wind appeared out of thin air. It gathered and whistled over. The temperature in the air instantly dropped as if it was severe winter.

This was the Devouring Power of the head. It could convert the spiritual Qi in Ou Yangming's body into any property. One after another, jade-colored ice swords gathered. The space within tens of meters from the young fellow was filled with ice swords. The green lights were shocking, and cold lights surged.

Ou Yangming's eyes flashed coldly. He raised his hand and yelled, "With cold mists as the guide, the ice swords lives forever!"

"Woosh, woosh, woosh..." The ice swords broke through the space and drew countless green arcs.

When everyone saw this, their lips parted, and their faces were filled with astonishment.

Jiang Yingrong and Master Duan looked at each other and saw the fear in each other's eyes. They smiled bitterly and said in a trembling voice, "This... A third attribute? Cold water as habitat?"

"Yes, this... This kind of talent is too shocking." Master Duan exhaled slightly.

He Jian's eyes were cloudy. He sighed and said, "Brother Yu's mental power has been exhausted. It's all up to this attack."

As expected, before his voice fell, Ou Yangming's face turned pale, and his body staggered.

"I thought that your mental power would never be exhausted. Are you finally unable to hold on?" Ji Qi sneered and gathered his Qi to exhale. A strange voice came out of his mouth. His thumb and middle finger were interlocked, and his index finger was lifted as he made an extremely strange gesture and pushed forward. A broken Blood Dragon suddenly condensed. The dragon was completely red. It only had half of a dragon's head and half of its body, but its ruthlessness was strong. It pounced toward Ou Yangming.

Ji Qi was afraid. He did not want to drag this out any longer in case there were complications. As such, he took advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to use his strongest move in one go.

Even his body started to spin, turning into a blood-colored storm that shot out. Wherever it passed, all the ice swords crumbled inch by inch.

Ou Yangming's voice sounded a little weak, "Titanium Protection!" Before his voice was gone, countless yellow lights appeared out of thin air in front of him. They interweaved into a net and quickly spread out in all directions, giving off a sense of tenacity.

The broken Blood Dragon opened its mouth, and a wave of tyrannical Qi rippled out as it bit on the yellow lights.

Ji Qi slid forward and rushed behind Ou Yangming, blocking off his escape route.

At this moment, the burden in his heart was finally lifted. 'You can't win now, can you?'

He had never thought that he would be caught in a bitter battle against an Advanced Spiritualist and that it would be so difficult.

That said, at this moment, Ou Yangming's face revealed a mocking expression. He opened his mouth and spat out two words, "Stupid bird!"

Ji Qi was furious. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Ou Yangming turn around with a powerful suction force that burst out from his palm. The young fellow was also extremely fast. He did not care about the incomplete Blood Dragon that was biting the golden lights and simply grabbed Ji Qi's neck. A forceful physical strength burst out and broke Ji Qi's neck in an instant. Before Ji Qi died, there was only one thought on his mind—'Is he a spell caster?'

All of this happened in the blink of an eye. Even if Jiang Caijin wanted to stop it, it was too late.

This was because Ou Yangming was already in a desperate situation. Who knew, the situation was quickly reversed. Even the oldest Venerable One of the Jiang family would not have thought of this.

Ou Yangming threw Ji Qi out as if he was throwing trash away. He then uttered softly, "I won."