Mortal Bones

"The strength of Zhou Zaidao in the Eight Scenery Dao Palace."

"Judging from the information I can obtain so far, he should be the strongest disciple among the younger generation besides Luo Cheng."

"There are even rumors that Zhou Zaidao's attainments in the Bajing Dao Palace's original magical power, Immortal Fuding, are far higher than Luo Cheng's."

"So in this current competition, Liu Zijin has little chance of winning unless he can show a fighting strength that is better than that of the Martial God Jiang Cuicui."

The stands of Guangling Pavilion.

Looking at Zhou Zaidao who was greeting Elder Fu Yuan after standing on Jianping, Mu Yun introduced to everyone with a serious expression.

Dongfang Yuecocoon frowned and said:

"It seems like Liu Zijin's chances of winning are not good."

Although Liu Zijin once fought to a draw with Jiang Cuicui, after all, it was not a battle of life and death. There is no question whether Jiang Cuicui tried her best.

Zhang Moyan shook his head when he heard this and said:

"You still underestimate the combat power of a pure warrior."

Amid everyone's puzzled gazes, Zhang Mo added another sentence without looking back:

"Especially for a martial artist like Liu Zijin who, after experiencing the ups and downs of life and death, can appear again in the Sword Leader Conference."

Zhang Moyan's words would be difficult to understand unless he was a martial artist of comparable level.

So even though she explained, everyone was still confused.

Zhang Moyan did not intend to continue explaining, but looked at Xu Taiping who was already sitting in his seat, and then murmured:

"Xu Taiping must also understand this."

…

Below the Jianping, monk Wenjian is sitting at his seat.

Xu Taiping lay on his back on the chair, while using the furnace body-forging technique to repair his body, he looked at the Jianping in front of him without blinking, and murmured in a low voice:

"A martial artist, whether you are practicing boxing or sword practice, apart from practicing hard day and night, the most important thing is the breath in your chest."

"This tone does not refer to the power of the fist or the energy of the sword, but the tone of why you punch and use the sword."

"This tone won't let up."

"Even if the person standing in front of you is a god or Buddha, you are not afraid. You dare to punch."

When he said this, Xu Taiping looked at Liu Zijin on the stage, and then continued:

"Senior Sister Zijin's tone, based on earthly time, I'm afraid she has been raised for almost two hundred years, right?"

"From being driven down the mountain to returning to the mountain again, Senior Sister Zijin must have used her fists to say something to the world."

It was precisely because he saw this that Xu Taiping walked down Jianping without asking anything.

At this time, amidst the noisy discussion, Elder Fu Yuan’s voice sounded again——

"Bajing Dao Palace, Zhou Zaidao, are you willing to take the sword?"

Immediately, Zhou Zaidao from the Eight Scenery Taoist Palace clasped his hands and faced Liu Zijin and said loudly:

"Zhou Zaidao from the Eight Scenery Dao Palace, take the sword!"

Hearing this, Fu Yuan waved his sleeves and said:

"The bell rings three times, and the sword quest begins!"

As soon as he finished speaking, with a loud "boom", a sword energy barrier rose up, separating Liu Zijin and Zhou Zaidao.

"when!"

Then the bell sounded.

Listening to the ringing of bells in his ears, Xu Taiping clasped his fingers together, rested his elbows on his knees, and stared at the two people on the sword platform without blinking.

The current sword inquiry not only bought him time to recover his true energy and blood and heal his injuries, but also gave him the opportunity to get to know the most difficult opponent in this group in advance.

Xu Taiping must take it seriously.

"when!"

As the second bell sounded, amidst the successive explosions of energy, two very powerful energy fluctuations spread from Zhou Zaidao and Liu Zijin respectively.

After carefully feeling the breath fluctuations of the two people, Xu Taiping immediately came to a conclusion:

"Senior Sister Zijin, it is true that she has followed the path of a pure martial artist. Her aura is fierce and domineering, even with a hint of ruthlessness."

"Judging from the fluctuations in his aura, his martial arts realm should still be the Martial God realm, but in terms of combat power, it's hard to say."

The reason why I say this is because warriors are different from monks. Even if they are both in the Martial God realm, the gap in combat power between the two warriors is still huge.

When he said this, Xu Taiping's eyes moved away from Liu Zijin and fell on Zhou Zaidao.

Then I heard him murmuring in a low voice:

"As for Zaidao this week."

"Judging from the aura, he has reached the Great Perfection of Heaven-Watching Realm, but he should have hidden part of his aura."

"With the help of the demon cultivator soul in his body, his combat power can at least reach the Wentian realm."

Just when Xu Taiping was thinking like this, he heard the sound of "dang" and the third bell sounded.

The next moment, the sword energy barrier between Liu Zijin and Zhou Zaidao dissipated with a "boom".

Almost at the same time, Liu Zijin disappeared with a "bang" like a cannonball.

When she reappeared, she had already punched Zhou Zaidao hard with a fist that was as powerful as a mountain toppling over.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would be unimaginable that Liu Zijin's slender body could actually erupt with such terrifying power and strength.

However, at the same time Liu Zijin punched down, Zhou Zaidao turned his palm in a leisurely manner.

A bell appeared in his palm out of thin air.

"Jingle Bell……"

Zhou Zaidao only pinched the bell and shook it gently, and dozens of layers of protective golden light spread out with Zhou Zaidao as the center along with the sound wave.

The next moment, Liu Zijin's fist hit the layers of protective golden light heavily.

“Bang!…”

Amidst the loud noise, although Liu Zijin’s punch smashed at least seven or eight layers of the protective golden light, it still failed to hurt Zhou Zaidao.

And Zhou Zaidao calculated the time when Liu Zijin’s punch was at its weakest, pinched his sword finger, and sacrificed a flying sword hanging from his waist.

“Zheng!”

Amid the piercing sound of the sword, the flying sword was like a stream of light, piercing straight at Liu Zijin’s throat at a speed that was difficult to detect with the naked eye.

But what shocked everyone was that although the flying sword pierced Liu Zijin’s protective aura, it failed to pierce Liu Zijin’s throat.

Looking at Liu Zijin at this time, except for the face, the skin had completely turned into the ice crystal of the Moon Soul Stone.

“Bang!”

Amid the collision sound with the sound of metal and stone, the flying sword sacrificed by Zhou Zaidao was bounced away by the recoil force after colliding with the skin at Liu Zijin’s throat.