He knew that the big guy had finally arrived.
This move, which could alter the heavens and condense celestial phenona into a human face through inner energy, was quite remarkable, but it didn't hinder him from cutting down his opponent.
Bang!
God Jue tugged at the strap on his samurai outfit, and instantly, a sound like heavenly thunder rumbled.
The sound was loud, even more deafening than genuine thunder, unsettling anyone's state of mind.
The next mont, Duan Yun's ears twitched, and his figure abruptly swayed to the side.
With a swish, the daughter of the Jue family who stood in front of him split into two, the blood spurting out was imdiately crushed into a blood mist, soaking Duan Yun's form.
This was force!
The purest kind of force!
It attacked in an extrely insidious manner, and if Duan Yun hadn't dodged quickly, he might have been hit.
This level of force, even if he took it head-on, would injure him.
Only God Jue could unleash such force!
Duan Yun retreated a few steps and saw that figure.
A figure that wasn't particularly tall, impressive, or handso, yet resembled a Heavenly God.
Or rather, a Heavenly God was a kind of aura.
If a person compared themselves to a god, believed it themselves, and convinced more people, it was hard to say they weren't a god.
And the samurai before him, wrapped in straps, was precisely this kind of person.
Extre!
Extre confidence and indifference gave him a persona utterly distinct from martial arts grandmasters.
Duan Yun looked at him, and he was also looking at Duan Yun.
The next mont, God Jue moved again.
He twisted his hips, leaned forward, and plucked his straps once more!
An invisible force suddenly surged, and Duan Yun's figure swayed once again.
This ti, the terrifying force grazed past him.
No, it even brushed against his body.
Even though he quickly summoned Breaking Body Sword Energy to protect himself, the Sword Qi was still shattered, and the force tore through Duan Yun's right shoulder garnt, spinning him around before he could stabilize.
Afterwards, Duan Yun didn't stop, his form flitting about like a fleeting shadow.
Because God Jue hadn't stopped either.
He stood still in place, twisting his hips, rocking his shoulders, constantly playing with his straps.
At a glance, he seed to be performing a smooth dance, each tug of the strap making his parted hair flutter.
This scene appeared elegant and poetic, as if he was performing a solo dance, indifferent to the worldly battles.
Yet every sway, every tug of the strap, unleashed earth-shattering power.
Most of this power was dodged by Duan Yun, crashing into the bamboo and mountain in the background.
In an instant, mountains shattered, bamboo turned to dust, and a group of onlookers standing there were blasted into the sky, leaving no trace behind.
Duan Yun hadn't expected God Jue's weapon to be these straps.
Straps that seed ordinary, yet beca the world's most lethal weapon!
At this mont, everyone's eyes lit up.
The Fusang people were still in pain, unable to resist praising again, but were imdiately silenced by their companions furiously covering their mouths.
For the Fusang people noticed, these few were jinxes; every ti they praised a favorable situation, it would promptly deteriorate, so they forcefully interrupted them.
And the Fusang people discovered, this thod might actually work.
Because now, the Jiu Zhou Old Demon was genuinely at a disadvantage!
Everyone could see that in a duel at this level, once one side was at a disadvantage, it was exceedingly difficult to reverse the situation!
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