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Chapter 1369 - 69: Hen Tian Blade! [2-in-1]
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Chapter 1369: Chapter 69: Hen Tian Blade! [2-in-1]

It looked like a fight to the death, but in reality, he weakened his own power once again.

What if, in this full-force battle and countershock, I accidentally kill this guy?

Rumble...

The two clashed together.

The sword light shot in all directions, like a bomb exploding, scattering above and below.

In that instant, they exchanged countless strikes.

Finally, two muffled groans sounded!

One of them was fake.

The other one was also fake.

Both staggered back simultaneously.

They retreated seven or eight zhang each!

Breathing heavily, Sun Wutian looked at Fang Che with a surprised expression, "Good blade! Twenty-six moves!"

Fang Che was in tatters, blood trickling slowly from many places, but he didn’t care and laughed wildly while gasping, "How about it!? Was that cut strong enough!?"

He adopted an arrogant posture.

"Not bad, but unfortunately, you have only that one cut!"

Sun Wutian said.

"Hahaha... Old bastard, just you wait! My ultimate move, you can’t even imagine!"

Fang Che felt his strength recovering rapidly.

He knew this Old Demon was holding back; now was the perfect time to showcase his skills!

With a long howl, he stood up straight, his face radiating divine brilliance. The Spiritual Energy between heaven and earth surged towards him as if caught in a vortex, and his momentum once again became earth-shatteringly dominant.

"Old thief! Watch my blade!"

Hentian Blade Technique, the second form!

"Hentian no heart!"

Sun Wutian silently recited in his heart and shouted loudly, charging forward as well.

What followed.

A full hour’s worth of time.

Fang Che practiced the Hentian Blade Technique’s thirteen forms from start to finish.

Hentian no eye, Hentian no heart, Hentian no emotion, Hentian no sound,

Hentian no dreams, Hentian no hand, Hentian no saber, Hentian no tears,

Hentian no hurt, Hentian no Dao, Hentian Injustice, Hentian No anger,

Hentian no death!

Fang Che performed with extreme ferocity, his battle intent rising, burning the heavens and earth.

But in his heart, he cried out with glee!

It was too satisfying.

Except for this Old Demon, dealing with others couldn’t be this exhilarating!

This feeling of fighting with reckless abandon, this technique of fully exerting oneself without any worries!

It was extremely beneficial for enhancing oneself.

After completing a round of the blade technique, Fang Che even gained more insights in his heart.

These were insights he hadn’t gained in thousands of previous battles!

"Thirty-eight moves!"

Fang Che, with his long blade propped up, laughed heartily, "Old Sun! How about it?"

Sun Wutian snorted and said, "It’s just the sharpness of the technique, the blade is good, but unfortunately, you can’t master it! A blade technique you can’t fully understand, and with your limited strength, what can you do to me?"

"Can’t do much to you! But blocking a hundred moves from you is not hard!"

"Hehe..."

Sun Wutian waved his sword, "Inspector Fang, let’s see what else you can do!"

"No need for anything else, this set of blade techniques is more than enough!"

With a long howl, Fang Che once again unleashed the Hentian Blade!

Another round!

Sun Wutian observed with surprise and delight: this time, as Fang Che struck, there were new variations, integrating even more momentum!

"This aptitude, truly unparalleled in my lifetime! Even in my years, I couldn’t reach this level!"

Sun Wutian was thrilled in his heart.

"Fifty-one moves!"

Fang Che laughed wildly, "How’s that? I have new insights into my blade technique, continue fighting, and a hundred moves will be a piece of cake; senior, there are no deep grudges between us, a hundred move agreement is just a joke. How about we stop now? Junior Fang Che will owe senior a favor!"

Retreating to advance.

Sure enough, Sun Wutian’s eyelids flipped, and he said coldly, "Are you so sure you can withstand a hundred moves? Continue!"

Fang Che secretly chuckled to himself.

He popped a few Heavenly King Pills into his mouth again.

These Elixir Pills that enhance cultivation and aid in training, he took without a hint of reluctance now!

Because, under Sun Wutian’s relentless oppression, the effects of the Heavenly King Pills were absorbed completely, without the slightest waste!

Moreover, they were further refined during the battle by Sun Wutian, expelling all impurities!

Two strikes consumed a Heavenly King Pill!

And a single Heavenly King Pill was enough to greatly increase Fang Che’s cultivation!

Indeed, after this third strike.

"Fifty-four moves!!"

Fang Che let out a long howl, shaking the winds and clouds in the high skies.

A brand new momentum suddenly appeared.

During the battle, he broke through to the ninth grade emperor level!

And his momentum continued to rise, with his cultivation surging tremendously!

It was as if a giant funnel appeared on his body, drawing the Spiritual Energy from the skies through it, pouring crazily into him.

Breakthrough amidst the battle!

Sun Wutian stood with his blade from afar, his heart satisfied to the extreme. My Hentian Blade has indeed found the most perfect successor!

This time, he didn’t wait for Fang Che to fully complete his breakthrough before charging with his blade.

Because he felt it would be too obvious to hold back like this...

"Forty-six moves left!"

Sun Wutian roared.

"Excellent!"

Fang Che rotated his body in mid-air, consolidating energy, and spiraled downwards from the sky, precisely executing the descending move of the Hentian Blade!

Hentian no saber!

So I supplement this saber as the heavens!

Clang, clang, clang...

In the midst of continuous collisions, Fang Che flipped over, then with the blade tip on the ground, transitioned his retreat into a charge.

"Hentian no Dao!"

In the blink of an eye, he ran through the Hentian Thirteen Blade technique once more.

This time, Fang Che didn’t count.

Instead, he let out a long howl, directly beginning the frenzy of merging three moves into one cut, five moves into one cut!

Rumble...

The surrounding trees shattered one by one, floating far away.

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