Urban Banished Immortal Chapter 189 - 189 189 He actually got promoted1

Chapter 189: Chapter 189 He actually got promoted_1 Chapter 189: Chapter 189 He actually got promoted_1 “Boy, your life is over,” Hua Junzi leaped into the air, his body resembling a roc unfurling its wings, and flew directly towards Mo Huasong.

At the sa ti, his right hand thrust his longsword forward, the powerful blade aid straight at Mo Huasong’s heart.

Should it hit, Mo Huasong would imdiately fall dead to the ground.

Mo Huasong did not summon the Fire Spirit or Sword Spirit. He refused to miss an opportunity to boost his abilities in battle.

“Co on.” Mo Huasong’s Little White Sword instantly lengthened, becoming several tis longer than before, and directly cut towards the longsword.

But Hua Junzi was no fool. He knew the horror of spiritual artifacts, so why would he collide with the Little White Sword?

So, his body swiftly twisted in mid-air, avoiding Mo Huasong’s sword.

“Huh? Your Qinggong is quite good.” Mo Huasong looked at Hua Junzi in surprise.

“Of course, my best skill is Qinggong. Nobody can catch ”, Hua Junzi said, laughing proudly. “Even those more powerful than are helpless against .”

Seeing that Mo Huasong could not hit Hua Junzi, Xiao Jie couldn’t help but worry.

Mo Huasong’s previous strike had shattered the barbecue shop’s tables and chairs, and the debris was blown away by the wind blades surrounding them.

The space around Mo Huasong and Hua Junzi was completely empty, as if sothing had swept through it.

“Boy, why don’t you attack again?” Hua Junzi taunted Mo Huasong triumphantly.

With his strength, he was not afraid of Mo Huasong’s attacks.

“Fine, let’s go again.” Mo Huasong charged at Hua Junzi once more.

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.” Three sword blossoms blood in front of him, aiming straight at Hua Junzi’s weak points.

Seeing that Mo Huasong had fallen into his trap, Hua Junzi was secretly delighted.

Keep fighting, boy. When your True Qi is nearly depleted, I will kill you in one fell swoop.

Although your spiritual artifact is powerful, if I don’t clash blades with you, what can you do to ?

Hmm, in just a while, I’ll kill you and take your spiritual artifact. Then, I’ll have free reins in the Cultivation Realm. Thinking of this, Hua Junzi beca increasingly excited.

Do they have spiritual artifacts in their Cultivation Realm? Certainly. Big Sects must have spiritual artifacts as their sect treasures.

But those are the treasures of the Sects and are usually not taken out.

Now that Hua Junzi had encountered such a treasure, why wouldn’t he be overjoyed?

This ti it was such a pleasure, not only could he get a beauty, but he could also get a treasure.

Hua Junzi’s Qinggong was no joke. Although Mo Huasong’s attack was fierce and indisputably fast, he was always able to evade it at crucial monts, causing Mo Huasong’s attacks to miss their mark.

In this way, they exchanged over a hundred moves, and Mo Huasong still hadn’t managed to land a hit on Hua Junzi.

“Boy, can you keep up the fight?” Hua Junzi was panting while he spoke.

Hua Junzi realised a serious issue: trying to hurt the enemy was also hurting him in return.

He wanted to force Mo Huasong to deplete his True Qi, but he himself was also depleting Qi by using Qinggong.

Otherwise, if he was just a little later, he would have been hit by Mo Huasong.

Mo Huasong gave a cold laugh and took out an elixir from his pocket, swallowing it. The True Qi he had depleted imdiately replenished.

Compared to him, talking about elixirs was a joke.

Xie Wuchu had bought many herbs for him, and as long as he had ti, he could refine all sorts of elixirs.

“Huh? What did you eat?” Hua Junzi saw Mo Huasong had only swallowed one elixir, and his True Qi was quickly recovering. Could he even keep playing this way?

If this continued, he would be at a disadvantage in the end.

Mo Huasong did not say anything. The Little White Sword in his hand once again struck out, carrying a terrifying wind blade, rampaging wildly at Hua Junzi.

“This is bad.” Hua Junzi’s eyes constricted, a silent exclamation of disaster forming in his mind.

Just in that previous fight, this youngster had advanced in rank. He now had the power of the seventh level of Qi refining. How could this be possible?

Even though martial arts during the Qi refining stage were not a big deal, leveling up was not sothing achievable through a re fight. It’s not a joke to just advance whenever one pleases.

At this mont, Mo Huasong felt his combat strength had increased significantly. During his fight with Hua Junzi, he had advanced to the second-turn Qi refining seventh level.

After all, he had practiced the martial arts of the Qi refining stage twice before, so the advancent was rather easy for him, as natural as drinking water.

Hua Junzi attempted to flee to the left using his Qinggong, but suddenly a flash of white light blocked his way – the Sword Spirit was there.

Although Hua Junzi could not see the Sword Spirit, he could sense the danger there.

Seeing that there was no escape, Hua Junzi gritted his teeth, his sword swung and aid at Mo Huasong.

Mo Huasong was ready. The Little White Sword flashed and rushed towards the longsword.

“Clang.”

The longsword couldn’t withstand the aggressive attack of the Little White Sword and was directly shattered.

The broken sword was about to fall to the ground when the Fire Spirit flashed and engulfed the broken sword, bringing it back to Mo Huasong.

Given Mo Huasong’s ability, he could refine the materials of the Magic Artifact into a Spiritual Artifact.

If the people from the Cultivation Realm heard this, they would have thought it to be a fairytale.

But in front of Mo Huasong, the supre Master of Refining Equipnt of the Lan Yun System – such a feat was a piece of cake.

“What…what is that?” Hua Junzi knew he sabotaged himself today, the youngster was terrifying, capable of fighting above his own rank.

“I’ll tell you when you’re dead.” Mo Huasong smirked and the Little White Sword once again lunged towards Hua Junzi.

The attack of the Spiritual Artifact was certainly different, not sothing the Magic Artifact could match.

“Go to hell.” Seeing what was happening, Hua Junzi hastily used the broken sword as a concealed weapon, shooting it towards Mo Huasong’s head with a “whizz”.

At the sa ti, Hua Junzi used Qinggong to flee backward.

As long as the green mountains are there, one needs not worry about firewood.

Once he escaped, he would seek more powerful fighters to take revenge on Mo Huasong.

Damn it, that was a Spiritual Artifact! Possessing such a powerful Spiritual Artifact alone could enable him to fight a master with the strength of the Golden Core Stage.

“Woosh.” The Fire Spirit flew out once again, swallowing the broken sword.

With a cold sneer, Mo Huasong pursued, “Humph, Hua Junzi, do you think you can escape?”

Mo Huasong swept forward like a ghost while the Sword Spirit flanked from the other side.

“Boom.” The Sword Spirit launched an attack. Although it was not as strong as Hua Junzi, it could still stop him from escaping.

Just a mont was enough for Mo Huasong to fly to Hua Junzi’s face. Raising the Little White Sword filled with intense killing intent, rushed towards Hua Junzi.

“Boom.”

The Little White Sword emitted a terrifying white light, swallowing the nearby air. It seed that everything had co to a standstill, allowing it to dictate their fate.

“This is not good.” Seeing that the situation was not looking good, Hua Junzi moved his right hand and suddenly had that floral fan.

At this mont, Hua Junzi raised the fan, intending to block Mo Huasong’s sword move.

But how could the fan withstand the attack of Little White Sword, an Spiritual Artifact? With a “hiss”, the fan was broken open by the Little White Sword, aiming directly at Hua Junzi’s face.

But just at this mont, the shattered fan emitted a terrifying black smoke, enveloping Mo Huasong.

Hua Junzi took this opportunity to avoid Mo Huasong’s attack.

“Hahaha, kid, you’re screwed this ti.” Hua Junzi inserted his right hand on his hip and laughed triumphantly.