Immortality Cultivation Era

Chapter 441 Slightly Better

The square-faced man has been completely irritated.

His eyes become red and start to blink.

He wants to tell Swordlord Ming Xing with his capability about one thing.

Swordlord Ming Xing is not the only one cultivator who doesn’t fear death!

They are both at the realm of Master.

They are both swordsmen.

Since one dares to risk his life, the other one can too.

The square-faced man is absolutely not the weaker one!

Maybe he is just too angry or he has a suddenly enlightenment.

Attacked fiercely by the square-faced man, Swordlord Ming Xing finally appears exhausted and cannot stand firmly.

Even if the square-faced man is also seriously injured with scars, he feels so good now.

Come on!

Look!

These are two cultivators at the realm of Master.

Now they look more like savage beasts.

They keep bumping into each other.

Here come a series of bangs.

They put the whole thick forest into turbulence.

Of course the thick forest is no longer what it used to be. Instead, it has become flat ground. It is not because they move to another place but because the shock caused due to their banging each other has laid the thick forest flat.

One should never underestimate their destructive power in the battle.

Otherwise, the onlookers wouldn’t hide away.

After struggling for a while, Swordlord Ming Xing is staggering and trembling.

The square-faced man is covered all over with cuts and bruises, but evidently, he looks much better than Swordlord Ming Xing in terms of spirits.

The gap between their capabilities, in fact, is not as exaggerated as imagined.

It is understandable that Swordlord Ming Xing becomes like that.

In the battle, they hold different goals.

One is trying his best to survive.

The other one is thinking about how to kill his opponent.

A minimal error or deviation may result in wide divergence.

When they think completely differently, the result of the battle has been fixed actually.

The square-faced man, holding the sword, walks to Swordlord Ming Xing.

Swordlord Ming Xing starts to tremble again.

He is really frightened.

One always fears death.

It is said that the richer you are, the more you value your life.

So are the cultivators at the realm of Master.

They have spent a lot of efforts in reaching the current cultivation level and acquiring the current social status.

Even if they are told to have an afterlife, they won’t feel okay with dying like this. Of course, it will be fine that they can live another life with their current cultivation.

“You’ve lost.” The square-faced man says to Swordlord Ming Xing.

Swordlord Ming Xing grins.

Gao Ge feels so angry to see this.

It is a crucial moment now.

Why is the square-faced many talking rubbish?

Generally, antagonists die of talking too much!

Of course, they are both antagonists.

The square-faced man can kill the swordlord with one slash but he chooses to waffle as a winner.

Look at them.

They look like a beloved couple!

“Come on!” Swordlord Ming Xing holds back the latent fear reluctantly and shouts seemingly with militant spirit.

He waves his sword again and strikes at the square-faced man.

His sword spirit is so great and momentous.

It carries an overwhelming power that appears potent enough to suppress the opponent.

The square-faced man’s eyes are full of coldness.

He knows that this is the last straw of Swordlord Ming Xing.

If he fails, he will die.

Obviously, he is so determined now. Even if he has to die, he vows to make his opponent suffer.

Is this the vision that a cultivator at the realm of Master should have?

The square-faced man heaves a sigh.

Somehow he has to take the blow reluctantly though he doesn’t want to.

If he feels frightened now, he will make the same mistake as his opponent does.

He has gained benefits for that.

How can he make such a mistake?

Never will him.

Therefore, after shouting, he also dashes towards Swordlord Ming Xing’s slash.

His momentum gets shockingly strong.

The sword wind blows across his face like a knife, making his appearance even worse.

He runs so swiftly that only ghosting can be seen. It is so horrifying indeed.

Unexpectedly, the square-faced man under this circumstance still has such strong power.

He is like a runaway hound.

The onlookers, including Shao Shuai and his men, are all awed with staring eyes.

They are afraid to leave out any detail.

This is the real decisive moment.

Whoever gets to stand until the end prevails.

Swordlord Ming Xing was reduced to absolute inferiority.

Despite that, the onlookers don’t dare to opine randomly.

This is what a battle between cultivators at the realm of Master is like.

Maybe the one at the disadvantage can get the final victory with only one stroke.

“The sword method of the Xiaoshan Sword Sect is impressive indeed!” Shao San can’t help sighing, “No wonder it can become a first-class school.”

Shao Shuai takes a look at him and says smilingly, “Is it proper for you to say that?”

Shao San laughs.

“If Shao Er is here, do you think he can beat Swordlord Ming Xing?” Shao Shuai asks.

Shao San thinks it over and then answers, “Er is also at the realm of Master but he is strong indeed with even 32 martial meridians opened before. Supposedly, Swordlord Ming Xing is no match for him.”

Shao Shuai nods his head with satisfaction.

“Master wanted to recruit some masters from the Xiaoshan Sword Sect. Pitifully, it becomes impossible now.”

“Hum. Do people of the Xiaoshan Sword Sect deserve to be chosen by us?” Shao Shuai sneers.

He hardly agrees.

A loud sound comes from the distance.

The air is filled with smoke.

The sword light shoots through the smoke, which seems to be leaked from a ripped bag.

“Young Master, be careful.” Shao San takes a step forward immediately and meanwhile operates his strength to form an air wall before him, blocking the surging air waves.

Most of the less capable cultivators are injured by the air waves, whose orifices are thus bleeding.

Many of them are even dead here.

It can be seen that Swordlord Ming Xing and the square-faced man are really strong.

When the smoke gradually fades away, Shao Shuai hastens to ask, “How is it? Who is the winner?”

“The result is not surprising at all.” Shao San replies calmly.

He doesn’t talk about the result directly, but he has made a point.

The result is not surprising.

It means that Swordlord Ming Xing still cannot turn the table at the last moment.

The flat ground becomes full of bumps and hollows now.

It is in a state of shocking devastation

Still holding the sword, the square-faced man stands in situ like a statute with strong momentum. Next to him is the corpse of Swordlord Ming Xing.

One is dead.

One is alive.

The result has come out.

After a while, with a deep breath, the square-faced man turns around and intends to leave.

He is kind of slightly better?

He thinks to himself.