One hundred and eight sword shadows formed a sword array, surrounding and blocking Fanmo's frantic offensive. Large areas were carved into deep trenches amidst the roaring.
Facing Fanmo, who had reached the Perfection of Foundation Establishment, Chen Changsheng felt immense pressure.
If it weren't for Miaomiao's assistance from the side, helping him to disrupt the opponent, he would have gradually fallen into a disadvantageous position. Countless purplish-black palms suddenly emerged from the void, nearly dragging him into the abyss several times.
Chen Changsheng exerted all his strength for this, employing all his Daoist techniques.
Formations, talismans, and elixirs were all used. The Nine Revolutions Heavenly Gang Fist and Blood God Lightning Technique amplified his strength and speed, barely allowing him to contend with Fanmo on equal footing.
Three third-grade battle halberds were destroyed in the repeated collisions. Fortunately, he himself was a weapon refiner, and he had a large number of magical artifacts stored in his storage ring, avoiding the predicament of having no artifacts to use.
The temperature of the furnace gradually increased, and burn marks appeared on the palms released by Fanmo. However, if this dragged on, Chen Changsheng would likely be the first to exhaust his true energy.
"I can only buy some amplifying pills from the Qunshang Mall," Chen Changsheng thought to himself. Just as he was about to purchase the pills, a golden light tore a crack in the purplish-black palm cloud, piercing the sky like a long rainbow.
A pair of golden feathered wings soared into the sky, carrying several figures, spreading their wings and flying into the heavens, radiating a majestic aura.
"Finally broke out! Fellow Daoist Chen, I'm here to help you!"
The loud voice was all too familiar. Chen Changsheng also clearly saw the other party's appearance. It was actually Xiao Fengqing, who had been submerged in the world within the palm!
At this moment, his eyes were bright and piercing. Not only had he not died in the world within the palm, but he had also fought his way out.
He was clad in radiant golden armor, with a pair of wide golden wings on his back. He looked radiant and energetic, and a faint image of the Golden Roc appeared when he flapped his wings.
He was also holding four Gold Feather Sect disciples in his arms, their bodies covered in blood and unconscious.
Golden Feather Roc Body!
The Gold Feather Sect's explosive secret technique could unleash power far beyond one's own in a short period of time. The price was the inability to mobilize true energy for a month afterward.
All five of Xiao Fengqing had used this secret technique, ultimately at the cost of four seriously injured, Xiao Fengqing carried them out of the world within the palm.
Xiao Fengqing casually flung the four junior brothers into the protective range of the stage, and a pair of sharp blades appeared in his hand, instantly killing his way to Fanmo.
"Hahahaha! Another one comes to die! Interesting! How interesting!" Fanmo laughed strangely.
The clash of metal echoed, sparking a string of stars.
Xiao Fengqing was filled with anger. Taking advantage of the secret technique's effect not yet ended, he unleashed all his killing moves just to kill this demon in front of him.
"Fellow Daoist Xiao, don't be impulsive. Delay as much as possible. Once the temperature of my furnace magic weapon rises, this demon will surely die!"
Chen Changsheng reminded him while also joining the battle.
The two of them sandwiched Fanmo from the front and back, and Miaomiao also didn't stop her lotus sword Qi, forming a three-on-one situation.
Fanmo grinned hideously, his movements swift and fast to the point of being blurry.
He moved freely in the encirclement of endless Dao techniques, ignoring his own injuries, and frantically waved his hands to release his fist intent.
The clanging sound continued, and the roaring sound was endless.
Chen Changsheng and Xiao Fengqing's magical artifacts were shattered several times, and they had chopped this demon into countless pieces, but he was still able to constantly regenerate and recover, a true immortal body!
The brutal offensive killing moves caused Xiao Fengqing's golden feathers to break, and even Chen Changsheng suffered no small injuries. Fortunately, the Undying True Fire burning in his body had a powerful injury recovery effect.
After hundreds, thousands of fights.
Fanmo and Miaomiao inside the stage were unscathed. Although Chen Changsheng suffered minor injuries, he was healing at an alarming rate.
Only Xiao Fengqing's injuries were the most serious.
The golden armor was shattered, multiple wounds on his body were bleeding, and one of his golden wings was even broken, causing the roc phantom behind him to let out a wail.
A mouthful of blood suddenly spurted from his mouth.
It was unknown whether he was injured internally by Fanmo, or whether he was angered by the scene in front of him...
"Master, I can't hold on anymore!" Miaomiao's face was pale, her true energy was already exhausted, and she was so tired that she directly knelt on the stage.
"Fellow Daoist Chen, my secret technique is also almost up."
Xiao Fengqing hovered in mid-air, panting, looking at Chen Changsheng, who was still fighting with Fanmo, his eyes filled with shock and awe.
As expected of the ancient immortal lineage! He could actually fight with a Foundation Establishment Perfection demon with an immortal body for so long without showing any signs of fatigue.
Chen Changsheng's body technique rippled with ethereal Lingbo shadows, directly using the Nine Revolutions Heavenly Gang Fist to meet Fanmo's fist intent.
In the fierce confrontation, his fist radiance became more and more fierce.
From being overwhelmed at the beginning to being able to handle it with ease later on.
He treated Fanmo as a punching bag for practicing his fists, frantically waving his fists to attack, each punch hitting flesh, striking out air waves and explosions, and the space was torn and distorted.
The surrounding palms that wrapped around were all shattered by the Yi Tai Heavenly Gang Sword Array.
In the central area of the confrontation, only Chen Changsheng's fist radiance and Fanmo's fist intent raged and swept, not receiving the slightest interference from external factors, a pure collision of fist techniques.
Boom—
Suddenly, the golden-red halo on Chen Changsheng's wrist increased from one circle to two circles. When he punched out, the entire space vibrated with a trembling hum.
Xiao Fengqing recovered from the shock, gritted his teeth, swallowed a pill, and charged towards Fanmo again.
The only remaining single wing slashed through like a sharp blade, instantly cutting off Fanmo's head, throwing it away with blood.
Fanmo's face still had a strange smile, arrogantly taunting during the throwing: "It's useless! No matter what method you use, you can't kill me! I am an immortal magic weapon, you can't kill me!"
"收! (Shōu!)" - "收! (Shōu!)" means '收' in Chinese, which translates to '收' in English.
Chen Changsheng's mind moved, and the Heaven and Earth Furnace suddenly shrank to the size of a human head, and all the red flames that burned the sky gathered together, erupting with extreme high temperature.
Fanmo's head was sucked into the interior of the furnace and refined by the red flames.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!!! You can't kill me!!!"
A heartbreaking scream came from inside the furnace, and the headless corpse wildly attacked the surroundings.
Xiao Fengqing aimed at the opportunity and flapped his wings again, like a sharp sword light passing by, successively chopping off Fanmo's limbs, dismembering him into eight pieces on the spot!
"Fellow Daoist Chen, speed up, this demon seems to be healing," Xiao Fengqing urged.
Chen Changsheng did not reply. He activated all the true energy in his body, and the furnace in his hand trembled violently until the clamoring inside completely disappeared before he opened the furnace a second time.
He took turns sucking Fanmo's arms, thighs, and torso into the furnace.
As time passed, Chen Changsheng continuously outputted true energy, and his face also looked slightly pale.
The overwhelming purplish-black hands gradually collapsed into phantoms as Fanmo was refined and dissolved.
The bronze mirror shone into the interior of the furnace, and the stitched-together soul was dissipating, including the faint soul belonging to Chen Xizhong...
"A hundred years of grievances have come to an end," Chen Changsheng said softly.
