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Martial Master

Chapter 1202: Barrier Confrontation 🛡️

Published: December 25, 2024

Fortunately, his physique was strong enough. Even after being continuously repelled by Xu Feng Martial Emperor dozens of times, he only spat out a mouthful of blood. His defensive power had reached a terrifying level.

Xu Feng Martial Emperor was also astonished, but he was even more curious about the secrets within Qin Chen. If he could master all of Qin Chen's specialties, he would undoubtedly become the strongest Martial Emperor. A seventh-level Martial King could rival an eighth-level Martial Emperor; how monstrous was that?

He became furious, intensifying his assault.

Qin Chen also unleashed his full strength. Although he was already quite restrained, he still couldn't escape the drawbacks of his rapidly increasing cultivation. Though he belonged to the category of reincarnated cultivators, he inevitably had the flaw of an unstable foundation. Fighting to the death against a strong opponent like Xu Feng Martial Emperor would undoubtedly enhance his practical combat ability significantly.

In practical combat, his mastery of cultivation could quickly improve, gradually regaining the sensations from his past life.

"I say, after taking the Blood Exploding Yuan Pill, this is all the combat power you have? How weak must this body be? Can you muster a bit of strength?" After being sent flying by a strike, Qin Chen looked at Xu Feng Martial Emperor with a smile, appearing completely unfazed.

"Could it be that you're impotent?" He pretended to scoff.

Xu Feng Martial Emperor was infuriated. Qin Chen's strength was monstrous, and his defensive power was abnormal, but the most terrifying part was his mouth, which could utterly drive a person to death from anger!

"I want to kill you! Kill you!" Xu Feng Martial Emperor roared, and with a boom, spatial fluctuations flashed by. In his hand appeared several silver pills, each the size of a thumb. With a flick, they instantly transformed into five silver flying swords, rushing toward Qin Chen.

Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish...

These five flying swords were exceptionally agile, carrying strands of silver silk, and swiftly arrived before Qin Chen, slashing toward his limbs and chest.

"What is this? Pill flying swords?"

Qin Chen was shocked and hurriedly waved his sword. Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang! The five flying swords were instantly repelled, but after spinning around, they transformed back into five beams of silver light and swept toward him again.

"Eh, true treasures? Driven by bloodline power? No, it seems to be driven by sword intent. What a marvelous flying sword!"

Qin Chen was amazed, his curiosity evident as the mysterious rusty sword danced in a flurry, continuously blocking the five flying swords.

"Hmph, this item was obtained by me from a certain sword path relic. It is enough to kill you."

Xu Feng Martial Emperor sneered, controlling the pill flying swords. The speed of the flying swords increased, almost transforming into a silver sphere of light.

"Do you think you're the only one who can control swords?"

Qin Chen formed hand seals. Buzz! The mysterious rusty sword instantly flew out, intertwining with the five flying swords in midair. Each clash produced intense booming sounds. The five silver flying swords unleashed by Xu Feng Martial Emperor could not withstand the cleaving attacks of the mysterious rusty sword, being repeatedly sent flying.

"What? You can also control swords? How are you doing this?"

Xu Feng Martial Emperor was dumbfounded, his eyes nearly popping out.

Sword controlling technique? How could there be such a terrifying sword controlling technique? Moreover, Qin Chen's strength was clearly inferior to his; why did the power after controlling the sword seem even stronger?

"Hehe, it's just sword controlling, a trivial skill."

Qin Chen scoffed dismissively.

"You're too arrogant!" Xu Feng Martial Emperor raged, but after his anger, his gaze became incredibly intense.

This kid had too many treasures on him, whether it was that mysterious technique, the terrifying defensive power, or this sword controlling technique—each aspect drove him mad.