Demon Cultivator: Heaven and earth are the cauldron, and all living beings are the medicine

"Huff! Huff! Huff!"

At the Canglan Sect's martial arts arena, Ning Lu and Yang Hetian locked eyes, both their gazes flashing with cold light.

A fierce wind swept through the arena, stirring up dust and making the situation unpredictable.

"Show me your true skills!" Yang Hetian shouted, his eyes cold.

He raised his right arm high, his palm open, fingers together, a flash of emerald light in his hand, and then brought his palm down forcefully.

In the next moment, a wind blade formed from emerald green wind suddenly attacked, its speed like thunder, carrying a vast power.

It cut a path straight ahead through the wind screen mixed with dust.

"Young Master Ning, be careful!" Li Linglong, standing below the stage, cried out with concern.

But Ning Lu seemed to ignore her words.

"As you wish, then!" Ning Lu sneered, waving his hand.

A five-colored light bloomed, and a flying sword flashing with khaki light shot out from the youth's sleeve.

Like a bullet fired from a cannon, it fearlessly met the young man's wind blade.

"Boom!"

The wind blade shattered upon contact with the flying sword, turning into gusts of breeze.

The flying sword, its power undiminished, continued to attack the young man.

"Hmph! Now that's more like it!" Yang Hetian's face was filled with fighting spirit, his eyes as hot as burning flames, a smile on his lips.

The next moment, an unbelievable scene unfolded.

Facing the incoming flying sword, the young man made no attempt to dodge.

He simply closed his eyes slowly, standing still in place.

"What's going on? Has Yang Hetian conceded? Why isn't he dodging?"

"Impossible! He's only used a fraction of his strength, he must have something up his sleeve!"

"It's making me so nervous! The flying sword is almost at his face, why isn't he attacking?"

"What is he trying to do? Wait! His aura is increasing!" Just as Ning Lu was filled with doubt, the young man's aura suddenly intensified, causing the youth's pupils to shrink into needles.

"I will draw my bow like a full moon, and aim at the Northwest to shoot the heavenly wolf! Azure Bamboo Wind, arise!" Yang Hetian roared.

Just as the flying sword was getting closer and closer to Yang Hetian, the young man suddenly opened his eyes.

His originally black eyes had turned into a bamboo-like green, and emerald green wind flowed around him, forming a giant bow and arrow.

In the next moment, the wind around the young man dissipated, turning into an arrow on the bow.

Yang Hetian bent his bow and drew the arrow, his aura magnificent, his eyes fixed on the incoming flying sword, without any fear.

"Boom!"

When Ning Lu's flying sword was less than an inch away from the young man, the arrow in Yang Hetian's hand suddenly left the string, carrying a vast power, making a series of violent roars, and shot forward.

The flying sword, infused with earth element, was instantly knocked away, and even the wind in the arena dispersed, as if making way for the giant green arrow!

"Not good!" Ning Lu cried inwardly, a sense of unease rising in his heart.

He dared not be careless any longer, and with a wave of his hand, a five-colored light bloomed, and the other four flying swords in his sleeve flew out together.

At the same time, the youth's eyes instantly turned light blue, and he fully activated the Gravity Art.

The surrounding boulders, tables, chairs, and so on, all floated in the air.

With a slight movement of Ning Lu's mind, they all crashed heavily onto the martial arts arena, blocking the powerful arrow at all costs.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Even with four flying swords out, they could not stop the giant green arrow.

Tables, chairs, and boulders shattered like eggs hitting rocks in just a few breaths.

"I can't dodge it!" Ning Lu cried inwardly, but his face revealed determination at all times.

He took a big step forward, his figure like lightning, and attacked forward, using his own flesh and his own fists to resist the arrow.

"Oh my god! Is Ning Lu crazy? This arrow is so powerful, isn't he courting death by using his body to receive it?"

"That's too reckless! There's absolutely no need for that, is there?"

The disciples below the stage were in an uproar, their faces filled with shock.

"Oh? This little fellow named Ning Lu seems to be a bit interesting!" Gu Lian stroked his white beard on the high platform next to the martial arts arena, smiling.

"Yes! Indeed, not bad.

Using his own techniques to reduce the damage of the opponent's attack to the limit he can bear, this precise calculation is extremely rare.

What's more, in such a dangerous situation, he can still remain calm without fear.

It is truly a dragon among men that a young man of this age can possess such qualities!"

Li Xiao, the Sect Master of the Canglan Sect, showed appreciation on his face and praised him repeatedly.

"Boom!"

Ning Lu's fist directly met the greatly weakened arrow.

The arrow was shattered, and the youth was equally uncomfortable, his figure flying backwards uncontrollably, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Ning Lu held the sword in his left hand and thrust it into the ground, forcibly stabilizing his figure, so that he did not fly out of the martial arts arena.

"Huff!" The youth exhaled a long breath, looked down at his right hand, and saw that the fist that had met the arrow was already bloody.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Before the youth could rest for a moment, Yang Hetian was once again surrounded by a stream of emerald green wind.

He slashed several times in succession, launching several wind blades forward.

"So that's how it is, no wonder this arrow was so powerful, but now that I've withstood this arrow, our battle is over!" Ning Lu muttered to himself, staring at the young man in front of him.

The wind around the young man was much weaker than before, and even the wind in the arena was far less powerful than before.

Obviously, the young man's true essence was running low.

Undeniably, the technique in Yang Hetian's hand was of excellent quality, and the arrow just now was quite terrifying.

It could often win with one strike against people of the same realm, but the cost of shooting this arrow was also extremely high, and it consumed most of the true essence in the young man's body.

This meant that if the young man failed to win with one arrow, then his combat power would be greatly reduced.

At this moment, Yang Hetian was already feeling weak in his heart, looking at the youth still standing in the arena, his brow furrowed and cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

In the next moment, Ning Lu kicked off with both legs, his figure rose from the ground, flashing with five-colored light in his hand.

The five flying swords were unstoppable, instantly tearing the several moon blades to pieces.

"The battle is over!" Ning Lu shouted, rushing to the young man in a few breaths.

"Damn it!" Seeing this, Yang Hetian was extremely flustered, and immediately mobilized all the spiritual power in his body, turning the emerald green wind around him into a vortex of air currents, spreading the air currents around, and he squeezed himself into the air currents to protect himself.

"Break!" Ning Lu shouted, and the four swords attached with elements stabbed at one place, instantly tearing the air currents to pieces.

In the next moment, the youth's figure instantly appeared beside Yang Hetian, holding the unattached long sword in his hand, and slammed the sword against the young man's neck, cutting a small opening, and drops of blood flowed down the sword and fell to the ground.

Yang Hetian's eyes suddenly widened, without any resistance.

"Ning Lu wins this match!"

As Zheng Ling's voice fell, the suspense of this battle came to an end.