Chapter 2300 - 2301: Just a Counterfeit

In the next second, that dragon had already flown in front of Yang Fei, clawing towards him.

The Gang Wind spread everywhere, cutting like a knife. The power unleashed by that dragon claw was no less than a magical treasure.

Yang Fei put away the Sky Wolf Blade, yet did not retreat at all.

His Bull Demon's Fist, condensed with heaven and earth vital energy the size of a water jar, smashed fiercely towards the dragon claw.

Bang!

Only a muffled sound was heard. Yang Fei's figure swayed, stepping back two steps.

His fist faintly ached, but the dragon claw was deflected by Yang Fei's punch.

Yang Fei's fist felt like it was on fire, and in his heart he couldn't help but click his tongue in admiration.

"This Spirit Transformation expert is truly formidable. Even someone like Qian Kunzi, a fake Spirit Transformation, cannot be resisted by ordinary cultivators."

Since Yang Fei had mastered the Bull Demon's Fist, it had been invincible, but just now it faintly came up short.

Qian Kunzi's effective strike made him feel greatly relieved.

Since he started fighting with Yang Fei, he had always been pressed by Yang Fei, and now he finally managed to claw back half a game.

The Divine Dragon emitted a rumbling sound, like thunder, but it was Qian Kunzi's voice.

"Yang Fei, let me show you the true divine skills of this True Man. From now on, the world is mine to traverse."

Upon hearing this, Yang Fei couldn't help but coldly laugh, sneering in contempt.

"Just a fake, is there a need to be so pleased with yourself?"

"If I don't shatter your primordial spirit and destroy your divine skills today, I swear not to leave Tianshan."

Qian Kunzi was furious, urging the Divine Dragon, and it roared towards Yang Fei again, like Mount Tai crushing down.

Liu Chan, An Zichen, Xue Mingtai, and others, their hearts were all hanging high.

Everyone could see that facing Qian Kunzi's Primordial Spirit Dragon, Yang Fei didn't have the upper hand.

The others were even more so, seeing the overwhelming force of the Primordial Spirit Dragon, everyone's face turned ashen, fearful and timid.

Some even began to ponder whether they should now show goodwill to Qian Kunzi.

Yang Fei unleashed the Bull Demon's Fist, rumbling, throwing punches to the left and right, battling endlessly with the Divine Dragon in the sky.

The legendary Divine Dragon, physically formidable to the extreme, able to traverse the cosmic void.

Yet Yang Fei's Bull Demon's Fist was also powerful, pure yang and formidable.

This man and dragon fought barehanded, shaking the entire Tianshan mountain.

Dangerous space cracks appeared in the void, densely packed, like spider silk.

At the summit of Tianshan, the snow that hadn't melted for centuries, rumbled downwards, forming a massive avalanche unseen for decades.

Yang Fei consecutively struck out 13 Bull Demon's Fists, yet couldn't injure the Divine Dragon, and couldn't help but shout with excitement.

Since successfully condensing the Bull Demon Avatar, Yang Fei had never encountered such a formidable opponent.

His whole body's spiritual origin qi was boiling fiercely, and from the Niwan Palace, a column of blue light shot out, reaching straight to the sky.

After just over a dozen moves, Yang Fei suddenly withdrew the Bull Demon's Fist, and in mid-air unleashed a Brahma Fetal Giant Hand Seal, overwhelming the sky and descending.

Speaking of power, of course the Bull Demon's Fist is the most fierce.

However, the Brahma Fetal Giant Hand Seal is an immortal martial secret art, not only can it unleash one's own power, but it can also condense the silent annihilation force of the cosmic Brahma, with infinite mysteries and divine skills.

Boom!

The massive Brahma Fetal Giant Hand Seal chopped down on that dragon's head.

On the dragon's head, half a horn cracked with a snap, broken by the immensely powerful palm strength.

Qian Kunzi instantly flew into a violent rage.

"How dare you injure my primordial spirit, I will make you die a horrible death!"

Yang Fei coldly laughed, suddenly a vertical eye opened in between his brows.

A line of golden light shot out from his vertical eye, condensing into a God-slaying Sword three feet three inches and three minutes long, then shot towards the Primordial Spirit Dragon.

God-slaying Sword!

Since breaking through the Core Formation Stage, Yang Fei's divine thought had grown much stronger, and wielding this God-slaying Sword, its power was also unparalleled.

Whoosh!

With the sound of breaking through the air, a long sword mark appeared on the Primordial Spirit Dragon's body, the scale armor shattered, and yellow blood flowed out.

Dragon fighting in the wild, its blood dark yellow!

Yang Fei was overjoyed.

He hadn't expected that the Sky Wolf Blade couldn't harm the Primordial Spirit Dragon, yet this God-slaying Sword easily wounded it.

This sword caused Qian Kunzi excruciating pain, and at the same time, fear.

Whether it was the Bull Demon's Fist or the Sky Wolf Blade used by Yang Fei, although they could injure the Primordial Spirit Dragon, Qian Kunzi didn't feel danger.

But this God-slaying Sword gave Qian Kunzi a faint sense of foreboding.

However, with the two competing, fighting to this point, Qian Kunzi had no way to retreat.

His black hair was disheveled, his face ferocious, urging the Primordial Spirit Dragon to rumble towards Yang Fei.

Die!

Yang Fei's successful strike filled his heart with secret joy.

The God-slaying Sword in the air, roared and transformed into hundreds of sword lights, surrounding the Primordial Spirit Dragon, slicing, stabbing, and paring.

The massive Primordial Spirit Dragon fiercely attacked each time, only to be evaded by Yang Fei.

However, the following God-slaying Sword gave it a bitter lesson.

In an instant, the blood of dark yellow, dripped all over the Heavenly Mountain Summit, dragon scales shattered and all fell off.

Qian Kunzi roared in anger repeatedly. Every sword strike from Yang Fei damaged his primordial spirit body.

The wounds on the Primordial Spirit Dragon would take many years to heal.

He exerted all his strength, attempting to annihilate Yang Fei in the shortest possible time.

However, Yang Fei's slippery form never clashed head-on with the Primordial Spirit Dragon.

If avoiding was impossible, it would be a heavy Bull Demon's Fist, or a grand Brahma Fetal Giant Hand Seal, and the Primordial Spirit Dragon couldn't do anything to him.

Meanwhile, Yang Fei's God-slaying Sword turned into countless crisscrossing sword lights, striking at the Primordial Spirit Dragon with wicked and sinister means.

The dark yellow blood from the Primordial Spirit Dragon splattered all over the summit of Tianshan.

The dragon's body also slowed down, appearing to be breathing its last.

The keen-eyed Yanzi noticed that the massive body of the Primordial Spirit Dragon gradually became somewhat illusory, not as solid as before.

She couldn't help but cheer: "Won, Yang Fei the True Man has almost won."

In fact, not only Yanzi noticed this point, but everyone else did too.

This Primordial Spirit Dragon, once unrivaled, in the face of Yang Fei's God-slaying Sword, was finally unable to withstand, its essence blood exhausted, divine thought disordered.

Dao Hezi, hidden among the crowd, along with other Kunlun disciples, all bowed their heads, helpless and pained.

Yang Fei was truly too powerful.

Even the grandmaster Qian Kunzi, seen by all as invincible, was no match for him.

Yang Fei's God-slaying Sword transformed into countless sword lights, pursuing the Primordial Spirit Dragon.

The Primordial Spirit Dragon roared repeatedly, shaking its head and tail, its body bloody and covered in sword marks.

Seeing this scene, everyone kept shaking their heads.

Qian Kunzi indeed had great strength and invincible divine skills, but facing Yang Fei, he was ultimately just a loser.

Xue Mingtai, An Zichen, and others relaxed, unable to suppress a long, relieved sigh.

Sword Emperor and Wen Taikang exchanged smiles.

After this battle, there was no more Kunlun Sect in the world, and Yinxue Tower finally became the king of the cultivation world.

Qian Kunzi stood on the spot with a face ashen.

He wanted to retrieve the Primordial Spirit Dragon, but couldn't break through the layers of God-slaying Sword.

Each charge of the Primordial Spirit Dragon left hundreds of sword marks, retreating in disgrace.