The Song Dynasty was the king for thirteen years before he knew that he was Tianlong.

Chapter 410 Sparring (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Half an hour later, a banquet was set up in the central command tent, and Zhao Ti and three others sat around the table.

Murong Kongcheng had been silent, but after Xiaoyaozi mentioned the contest at Mantuo Manor several times, he finally couldn't hold back and started arguing with him.

Arguments inevitably lead to bickering, and bickering leads to drinking. Murong Longcheng never touched a chopstick or drank anything from his cup, but in the end, he picked up a wine jar and started a drinking contest with his opponent.

The two did not use internal energy or magic, but relied solely on their drinking capacity to test each other's abilities, with Zhao Ti and Lin Lingsu as witnesses, to prevent the other party from cheating.

Both of them are proficient in both magic and martial arts. Even without using anything, their bodies are countless times stronger than ordinary people. They are practically invincible to alcohol.

The banquet lasted until dusk. Both of them were still in high spirits and agreed to have a match outside the tent. They went five miles south from the camp to spar. Zhao Ti called over some people in the camp who were skilled in Taoist martial arts, and together with Lin Lingsu and Wang Yuyan, they went to watch.

Five miles south of the camp lies a flat plain, with a marshland not far away. Under the setting sun, the reeds sway, and the afterglow resembles blood, creating a strange and beautiful scene.

The two began by using their martial arts. Murong Longcheng's robes billowed as he unleashed the Great Zhou Tian Star Shift technique. A dark light emanated from his body, and his energy rapidly spread, plunging the surroundings into darkness, even darker than night. It seemed as if the world itself was about to collapse.

Xiaoyaozi's blue robes fluttered, and his Xiaoyao Yufeng technique unfolded like willow catkins, allowing him to evade the opponent's shifting force with a swift movement. With a wave of his sleeves, he activated the Boundless Sea Treasure Talisman, drawing the opponent towards Murong Longcheng.

Murong Longcheng used the power of Dou Zhuan Xing Yi to resist the opponent's boundless suction force. The soft force of the Great Zhou Tian Dou Zhuan Xing Yi spread like a tide, actually dissipating most of Xiaoyaozi's boundless suction force. However, seeing that the opponent's offensive was incessant, he changed his moves and lightly recited an unknown phrase. The phrase transformed into invisible energy, which was directly unleashed in conjunction with his fist technique.

This was the Big Dipper Divine Fist. Murong Longcheng concentrated the "Tianquan" fist intent in his left hand and stored the "Yaoguang" fist power in his right hand. His two fists were thrown out together like a flowing river of stars. Before his shout had even finished, he had already aimed straight for Xiaoyaozi's face.

Suddenly, a green light appeared around Xiaoyaozi. He unleashed the Mountain Scripture Divine Skill, and a faint gale behind him resembled a massive, emerald mountain. The mountain was so green that it made people's hearts tremble. Even though it was dark at this time, it could not suppress this green light. It was like a huge green light in the darkness, pointing people in some unknown direction.

Murong Longcheng's eyes sharpened. He used the Great Zhou Tian Dou Zhuan Xing Yi technique to deflect the incoming Mountain Scripture energy. At the same time, he suddenly accelerated his fists and unleashed a series of Big Dipper Divine Fists. The seven fist techniques were like the Big Dipper in a row, and the force of the fists was like thunder.

Xiaoyaozi remained calm and composed, raising his Xiaoyao Wind Control Technique once more. His figure weaved through the shadows of fists, his palms striking out from time to time. The energy was like a light rain, seemingly gentle yet directly aimed at Murong Longcheng's body and body.

Two figures suddenly crossed paths, their powerful energy tearing through the evening mist. The howling sound was deafening, startling the distant forest birds and causing the beasts to cry out incessantly.

Murong Longcheng's hair and beard stood on end, his body surging with energy like a river, unleashing all his life's power, his strength increasing infinitely, his punches striking like lightning, the wind howling fiercely, he had completely integrated the Great Zhou Tian Beidou Divine Fist into the Great Zhou Tian Dou Zhuan Xing Yi.

With each punch, not only was it fierce and unparalleled, with no chance of survival, but it also possessed a strange shifting power that could subtly deflect Xiaoyaozi's overwhelming force and turn it against him. Suddenly, he whispered, "The Southern Dipper governs life, the Northern Dipper governs death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death!"

At this moment, the fist's momentum suddenly changed, like the Big Dipper hanging upside down, carrying the power of falling stars as it smashed towards Xiaoyaozi. Meanwhile, his figure flashed and changed, as if he had three heads and six arms, and also mixed in several kinds of fierce fist and palm techniques that had been lost to the martial arts world. The moves were complicated and ruthless, dazzling the eyes.

Xiaoyaozi, his blue robes fluttering, seemed to ride the wind. Facing the overwhelming onslaught, his figure swayed unsteadily, always managing to dodge the opponent's punches and kicks at the last second.

In the blink of an eye, his left hand pressed down with a force as boundless and deep as the ocean, dissolving the fierce punch layer by layer. His right hand, meanwhile, flicked out a finger as if picking a flower, subtly and mysteriously pointing out the opponent's move by following the tiny gaps in the flow of their energy.

The two exchanged over three hundred blows in a short time. Murong Longcheng's attacks were like a raging torrent, one wave higher than the next. His skillful use of the "Shifting Stars" technique turned the surrounding grass into hidden weapons, which he launched in a barrage.

However, Xiaoyaozi's mastery of the wind had reached a state of perfection, allowing him to move freely within a small space. His Boundless Sea Treasure Talisman skill seemed inexhaustible, absorbing and encompassing all incoming forces. Meanwhile, the Mountain Character Scripture Divine Skill was like a leech, constantly disturbing the operation of Murong Longcheng's Great Zhou Tian Star Shift.

After another hundred moves, Murong Longcheng's breathing became slightly heavy and turbid. The flawless aura of the Great Zhou Dynasty was silently eroded by the Mountain Scripture, creating almost imperceptible cracks. Xiaoyaozi's eyes flashed, and his body moved with the wind. His palm, seemingly slow but actually fast, passed through the sky full of fist shadows and gently pressed forward.

"Thump thump thump!" Murong Longcheng staggered back three steps, leaving two foot-deep gullies beneath his feet. A flash of black aura appeared on his face, which then returned to normal, but his eyes were filled with horror and defiance.

After another hundred moves, the two had reached the edge of the reeds. The reeds were scattered by the force of their movements. Murong Longcheng's face was ashen, and his Big Dipper Fist technique was showing signs of stagnation.

Although Xiaoyaozi's breathing was slightly labored, he maintained the initiative in the offensive. The energy flying out from his sleeve became increasingly fierce. After exchanging more than ten moves, Xiaoyaozi took advantage of the moment when Murong Longcheng's old strength was exhausted and his new strength was not yet generated. Suddenly, the energy from Xiaoyaozi's fingertips grazed Murong Longcheng's shoulder, and a tear appeared in the bright red burial shroud.

Seeing this, Xiaoyaozi stopped his stance and stood still, his sleeves hanging down slightly. He smiled and said, "Senior Brother, your combination of Dou Zhuan Xing Yi and Bei Dou Shen Quan is indeed unmatched in the world, but unfortunately, you are no match for me."

Murong Longcheng snorted: "Although I can't break your Boundless Sea Treasure Talisman, your green-glowing palm technique is not as good as my Great Zhou Tian Technique. It's just that your realm is a notch higher than mine and my internal strength is slightly inferior, which is why you succeeded."

"Is that so?" Xiaoyaozi smiled slightly upon hearing this. "Senior Brother, are you not convinced?"

Murong Longcheng said, "I am your senior brother, how can I submit to you?"

Xiaoyaozi sneered, "Martial arts have already been defeated, how can Senior Brother still show off his power?"

Murong Longcheng said, "Although the martial arts have been compared, there is still a contest of magic. I will fight you in magic!"

Xiaoyaozi stroked his beard gently: "My martial arts realm is higher than Senior Brother's, and my Daoist realm is even higher, already at the Great Perfection of the Twelfth Level. Senior Brother, are you sure you still want to try?"

Murong Longcheng's expression changed slightly, and he sneered, "Martial arts are martial arts, and law is law. How can we know which is stronger if we don't try?"

After he finished speaking, his body suddenly swayed, and a white wing, about five inches in size and made of magical power, sprouted from each side of his legs. In the blink of an eye, he was three feet off the ground and floated up.

Wang Yuyan exclaimed in surprise from behind, "Your Highness, what kind of magic is this? How can it allow one to levitate in mid-air?"

Zhao Ti stroked his chin: "This is the Winged Horse Technique. It can be used to levitate, but not too high, at most a few feet."

After saying that, he shook his body, and white wings exactly like those of Murong Longcheng sprouted from his legs. He floated a few feet off the ground. He knew all of Murong Longcheng's spells, and he also knew about 80% of Xiaoyaozi's spells, as Wang Yuyan had told him.

“Senior Brother, medicine that fails to become a pill is merely poison, and a person who fails to become an immortal will ultimately turn to ashes. What use is this kind of fake flight? It’s just a fancy trick.” Xiaoyaozi shook his head: “I am about to advance to the Dao Palace Realm, and then I will be an immortal. True flight is incomparable to your pseudo-flight.”

Upon hearing this, Murong Longcheng flew into a rage. An invisible wave of energy emanated from him, causing the reeds to sway and whistle. His five-inch-long wings, as thin as cicada wings and shimmering with a faint spiritual light, propelled him upwards like a feather, hovering steadily a zhang in the air. He looked at Xiaoyaozi with a cold gaze: "Five Elements Technique, Borrowing the Power of Heaven and Earth!" He then formed a hand seal with his left hand, and an earth-yellow halo condensed in his palm: "Earth Shield!"

A tall earthen shield suddenly took shape, and then his right hand simultaneously drew upon the spiritual energy of the green wood, causing several green trees as thick as bowls to burst from the ground and coil towards Xiaoyaozi like venomous snakes.

He continued chanting incantations, his hands moving in various gestures. Golden light, fire, and water columns appeared. The Geng metal transformed into a sword, condensing into a three-foot sword beam that pierced Xiaoyaozi's face. The Bing fire talisman transformed into a fire crow that swooped down on Xiaoyaozi's vitals. The Ren water incantation gathered into a water dragon that crashed into the opponent. The five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth were unleashed simultaneously, completely sealing off the space around Xiaoyaozi.

Seeing this, Xiaoyaozi narrowed his eyes, but remained calm and composed. He raised one hand, and crackling lightning crackled around his fingertips: "Thunder Technique, Purple Cloud Break!"

A purple arc of lightning tore through the air and struck the Gengjin Sword, instantly shattering its light. He then spun around to avoid the entangling green tree, his hands forming a hand seal and rising above his head. In an instant, dark clouds gathered, and dozens of thunderclaps boomed: "Heavenly Thunder Formation!"

Thunder roared, causing ripples to spread across the water. Murong Longcheng's Earth Shield was cracked by the lightning, but instead of retreating, he advanced. With a flap of his wings, the five elemental powers merged again, transforming into a five-colored giant hand that struck Xiaoyaozi.

A glint flashed in Xiaoyaozi's eyes, and he opened his mouth to spit out nine streams of light, which transformed into nine golden dragons in the void. The dragon scales shimmered with a dark golden light under the moonlight: "Nine Dragons Technique, Suppress Heaven and Earth!"

The golden dragon raised its head and let out a deafening roar, meeting the five-colored giant palm head-on. The moment the golden scales collided with the five-colored spiritual light, the shockwave sent reeds flying and fish and shrimp in the water turning their bellies up. Murong Longcheng felt a tremendous force backlash, and his body, suspended high in the air, swayed, and the luster of his wings faded slightly.

The night was as dark as ink, the plains stretched endlessly, the water shimmered eerily in the moonlight, and the reeds were all blown apart, making a violent noise.

Murong Longcheng once again enhanced his Winged Horse Technique, his legs shimmering with light, his body floating lightly, sometimes rising to a height of ten feet, sometimes skimming the ground as low as three feet, like a ghost darting through the night.

His hands moved incessantly, forming hand seals, unleashing a series of spells based on the five elements: metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. Metal transformed into countless sharp blades that pierced the air, wood summoned thorns and spikes to grow, water conjured ice cones that shot out rapidly, fire ignited raging flames that swept across the land, and earth erected layers of rock walls to protect him. Each move was fierce and domineering, aiming to completely suppress Xiaoyaozi.

Xiaoyaozi remained calm and composed, his movements as swift as lightning, avoiding the opponent's attack. With a flick of his sleeves, he summoned thunder and lightning from the heavens and shouted, "Thunderclap Technique!"

In an instant, a purple lightning bolt struck Murong Longcheng, forcing him to flap his wings and retreat hastily. Then, Xiaoyaozi shouted again, "Mysterious Thunder Bind!"

He lashed out with chains of lightning, then shouted, "Lightning Escape!" His movements became increasingly elusive, causing Murong Longcheng's Five Elements Techniques to completely miss their mark.

As the two fought fiercely, Xiaoyaozi's magical power surged, and nine golden dragons once again materialized from the void, their roars shaking the heavens as they rushed towards Murong Longcheng with the force of wind and thunder.

The golden dragon churned and twisted incessantly, sometimes spewing flames, sometimes riding the gale, tearing apart the five elements of magic one by one. Although Murong Longcheng tried to withstand the attack with earthen walls and counterattack with a sea of ​​fire, he gradually felt overwhelmed. His winged horse technique was also suppressed by the dragon's might, and his floating posture gradually became sluggish.

As night deepened, the moonlight shone like silver, and the water roared like the tide, as if some ancient monster was hiding and howling within.

Murong Longcheng's wings shimmered with light as he hovered a zhang high in the air. His hands formed hand seals like butterflies dancing. Suddenly, golden light appeared in the west, and countless sword shadows whistled and took shape, forming the "Sharp Gold Thousand Blade Technique." The earth below trembled, and green vines broke through the soil and grew wildly, transforming into a cage, the "Green Wood Binding Immortal Array." Several ice-sharp spears rose from the water, carrying a bone-chilling coldness that sealed off Xiaoyaozi's three paths. A crimson firebird suddenly ignited in the south, and a black and yellow earth shield stood up in the north.

Xiaoyaozi's hair and beard flew wildly, his blue robe fluttered without wind, and he pointed his left hand into a thunder seal at the night sky: "Command!" Purple lightning ripped through the night like a snake, and the thunder came half a beat late. The golden blade array melted into molten iron in the lightning, and the ice spear steamed into mist. He stomped his right foot and drew a circle, and lightning like swimming fish appeared all around him. "Lightning Escape" appeared and disappeared, and he actually slipped out from the gap in the green wood cage.

"Senior Brother, it's only polite to return a favor." Xiaoyaozi raised his palm, spiderweb-like crackling electricity erupting from his fingertips: "Mystic Thunder Bind!"

The electric chains coiled around Murong Longcheng in the air. Murong Longcheng hurriedly flapped his wings to dodge, leaving behind afterimages as they were torn apart by the electric grid.

Murong Longcheng let out a long roar, and the Five Elements spell mutated once again. The golden light turned into liquid golden rain, the wood spirit formed a giant spiky python, water and fire merged into steam and mist, the earth shield collapsed into flying sand and stones, and the five-colored light illuminated the reed marsh as if it were daytime. The aftershocks of the spell shook the water and caused waves to rise.

Xiaoyaozi finally straightened his face, and his scholar's cap suddenly shot into the sky, his black hair dancing wildly like ink snakes: "Nine dragons support the sky, I am the Immortal Venerable, I will transform into nine dragons again!"

Nine golden bolts of lightning descended from the heavens, transforming upon landing into a ten-foot-long golden dragon. Its eyes spewed out lightning, and its roar was thunderous. It coiled and tore apart the Five Elements Formation. The golden rain was deflected by the dragon's scales, the wooden python was ripped apart by the dragon's claws, the mist dissipated upon encountering the dragon's breath, and the flying sand fell in a flurry amidst the thunder.

The seventh golden dragon suddenly pierced through the earth-elemental defense, its tail striking Murong Longcheng's right leg. Several fine cracks appeared on the white jade wings, and Murong Longcheng's body dropped three feet. Although he repaired himself immediately, his rhythm was disrupted. Xiaoyaozi's lips curled slightly. How could he miss such a good opportunity? The remaining eight dragons merged into a giant thunder sword and slashed down!
"Kun Yuan Thick Earth Barrier!" Murong Longcheng activated his defense with all his might, and three layers of earthen walls rose from the ground beneath his feet. The Thunder Sword broke through two layers in a row, but exhausted its power before reaching the third layer. However, the scattered electric arcs had already scorched half of his red burial shroud.

At this moment, Xiaoyaozi pointed his finger into the air again, gathering it into a golden light that shot out. Taking advantage of the momentum, he pursued the attack, and the lightning arc at his fingertip surged: "Thunder Technique, Nine Heavens Annihilation!"

A golden bolt of lightning, as thick as a bucket, descended from the sky and struck Murong Longcheng directly.

Murong Longcheng hurriedly activated his fire spirit energy to resist, but the Binghuo Talisman shattered like paper in front of the thunder, and he staggered back five or six steps.

Then, nine golden dragons reappeared and hovered in the low sky. Xiaoyaozi stood beneath the golden dragons, his body surrounded by lightning and golden light, looking like a god. The scene was truly astonishing.

Murong Longcheng's face was extremely ugly. He lowered his eyebrows slightly, snorted, and glanced at the water beside him. At this time, the battle had ended, the reeds were still, and the water had returned to its mirror-like state.

Xiaoyaozi chuckled softly, "Senior Brother, you flatter me."

Murong Longcheng said in a deep voice, "Second Junior Brother, don't be so smug. Let's fight again after I catch up with your cultivation level."

After saying that, he walked straight back, and Xiaoyaozi also turned around and walked back.

Seeing this, Zhao Ti laughed and said, "You two senior brothers are incredibly powerful, truly broadening our horizons."

Murong Longcheng snorted, "If Junior Brother goes all out, how could he be weaker than us?"

Xiaoyaozi said, "In the end, it is only the twelfth level of the Dao Palace realm, which is not enough to be considered a true immortal. Once you enter the Dao Palace realm, it will be a completely different scene, and then you can be called an immortal."

Zhao Ti smiled slightly: "What you two senior brothers say is correct. It's getting late, so let's hurry back to camp and rest."

The two nodded in agreement, and then Zhao Ti gave the order for the group to return to the main camp.

(End of this chapter)