Top-level Qi Luck: Leading My Clan to Cultivate-Chapter 2084 - 1067: Phantom Figure, Zhao Yang’s Shock (2)

After all, on the land of Qingzhou, any Mystical Grade secret technique is an extremely powerful method.

Especially the secret techniques from the Blood Red Alliance, crafted by Zhao Yang, are certainly not ordinary Mystical Grade techniques.

In this aspect, after sensing the aura on the Golden Greatsword, Lin Tianming immediately made an accurate prediction.

For this reason, under such a formidable attack, Lin Tianming must also be extremely cautious.

Otherwise, if his preparations are insufficient, even he might suffer a severe blow with one strike, or even face direct annihilation, which is not out of the question.

Understanding this, Lin Tianming's expression was serious at this time, and his body moved quickly.

While still in mid-air, Lin Tianming formed a single-handed seal, and beams of Spiritual Light bombarded the Heavenly Gang Sword Body.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz..."

With the sound of Sword Qi ringing, the Tiangang Sword shone brightly, releasing beams of Sword Qi from its blade.

Immediately, Lin Tianming made a complex hand gesture while muttering incantations.

Soon, he activated the Tiangang Ninth Sword, which again transformed into a silver-white dragon, shooting straight toward the opposite Golden Greatsword.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

With the piercing sound of Sword Qi, the silver-white dragon spanned over a hundred feet, appearing above the Golden Greatsword.

At this moment, Zhao Yang was almost ready; the Golden Greatsword above his head seemed to have reached its brewing limit, achieving its peak momentum.

At this time, sensing the oncoming silver-white dragon, a powerful aura descended, blowing his Daoist robe to flap in the wind.

The power of this round of attack, Zhao Yang had already experienced in previous encounters, and he was well aware of its terrifying strength.

However, this time, the power of the Mystical Grade secret technique he activated was not an ordinary means either.

This particular attack had slain several cultivators of the same stage before and helped him escape danger multiple times.

Regarding this, Zhao Yang had strong confidence that this round of attack could cause Lin Tianming some trouble.

With this expectation, Zhao Yang immediately activated it.

In an instant, as Zhao Yang made a complex hand gesture, a fierce sound of Sword Qi resounded through the heavens and earth.

Looking at it now, the Golden Greatsword above his head shot out suddenly, moving at an incredible speed, directly aiming to kill the silver-white dragon.

In the blink of an eye, the attacks they activated collided head-on.

"Bang..."

In an instant, a loud explosion was heard, accompanied by a surge of firelight piercing the sky.

Immediately, amidst the dazzling light, the shockwave from the collision of the two attacks rapidly spread in all directions.

At this time, what happened in the light was not clear to Zhao Yang.

But on Lin Tianming's side, he clearly saw everything that happened within the firelight.

In his line of sight, the silver-white dragon formed by the Tiangang Sword, after holding on for a moment, was directly shattered by the Golden Greatsword.

Subsequently, the Tiangang Sword was caught off guard and flew backward.

At the same time, the Golden Greatsword continued to shoot toward Lin Tianming, maintaining its rapid trajectory and powerful momentum.

Based on these circumstances, the Technique Divine Power of Tiangang Ninth Sword was clearly unable to match Zhao Yang's secret technique attack.

Regarding this outcome, Lin Tianming had anticipated it beforehand.

Therefore, at this moment, Lin Tianming did not panic but continued to use the Eye of Five Colors for assistance, constantly changing his position.

Meanwhile, he wasn't idle, using his far-reaching grasp to retrieve the Tiangang Sword into his hand.

Immediately, he swung the Tiangang Sword repeatedly, unleashing multiple rounds of Sword Qi, shooting toward the incoming Golden Greatsword.

Lin Tianming's speed was swift, his actions smooth and fluent, fully utilizing this extremely precious time to unleash multiple rounds of Sword Qi, successively wearing down the Golden Greatsword's sharpness.

Through his efforts, the offensive sharpness of the Golden Greatsword was indeed reduced.

However, with just these means alone, completely blocking the attack of the Golden Greatsword was evidently not an easy task.

This point, Lin Tianming, with sufficient combat experience, naturally understood.

So, while Lin Tianming moved rapidly, he also activated multiple Third Order Defense Talismans, quickly forming several barriers to block his path.

And although these defensive methods did not completely block the Golden Greatsword, they further eroded its attack power.

In the end, through many means of restraint and erosion, the power of the Golden Greatsword was reduced to less than a tenth.

At this point, even if the power of the Golden Greatsword was formidable, it ultimately struggled to pose much threat to Lin Tianming.

Hence, at a certain moment, Lin Tianming stopped this attacking stance and then used the power of his physical body, with the help of the Eye of Five Colors, to flash through the oncoming shockwave.

And his speed was extremely fast, his movements agile like a swallow.

In just a blink of an eye, his body had shifted horizontally several dozens of feet away.

At this moment, the enormous gold was already approaching, eventually brushing past Lin Tianming.

"Bang..."

Following a loud blast, the Golden Greatsword directly impacted a small hill under Lin Tianming.

After the sound stopped, that raised hill was no longer there.

Moreover, a massive pit appeared on the ground, with numerous surrounding trees collapsing in response, the scene looked utterly devastated.

At this moment, much of the original light had faded, and the scene where the Golden Greatsword had brushed past Lin Tianming was clearly seen by Zhao Yang.

Seeing Lin Tianming evade this round of attack, Zhao Yang's expression turned extremely grim.

He held great hope and expectation for this round of attacks.

In his view, the Mystical Grade secret technique he activated was of high grade, normally used as an ultimate means, with very powerful attack strength.

As far as this attack was concerned, even a cultivator at the Nascent Soul Early Stage would find it challenging to handle easily.

Therefore, Zhao Yang had hoped to heavily damage Lin Tianming using this secret technique.

At the very least, he wanted to inflict some damage to change his unfavorable situation.

However, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

Under this strike, Lin Tianming indeed consumed a lot of True Essence Mana and employed many means, ultimately evading the last bit of the Golden Greatsword's power with an unbelievable maneuver.

At this point, this round of attacks became a Jiancun Skill.

In contrast, Lin Tianming didn't pay any price.

From this point, Zhao Yang's round of attack was undoubtedly a failure.

Zhao Yang had deeply realized this.

For this reason, Zhao Yang's expression was exceedingly somber, with his heart filled with shock and anger.

However, before he could even catch a breath, he saw a figure rushing out from the corner of his eye.

This figure moved at an unbelievable speed, almost crossing dozens of feet in an instant.

Currently, that figure had descended above his head, with only a dozen feet separating them.

And this figure was Lin Tianming, who appeared above Zhao Yang's head like a ghost, using the light as cover.

At this time, Lin Tianming already launched a punch, aiming directly at Zhao Yang's vital areas.

At this moment, seeing Lin Tianming suddenly appear, and once again swing that terrifying punch.

Within this instant, Zhao Yang wanted to respond effectively, but it was clearly too late.

Because the distance between them was too close, and Lin Tianming's speed was so fast that it was beyond normal comprehension.

Under these conditions, Zhao Yang needed to reach the Nascent Soul Stage to respond.

Otherwise, he could only hope his body could withstand Lin Tianming's punch.

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