Chapter 195

A Good Romance

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Thankfully, Feng Yan's saber was only of Mortal Grade. Otherwise, as long as it reached the level of a Level One Spirit Tool, there would be no need to inscribe any martial intent on it. Merely the sharpness of the saber would be enough to slice Ling Han's sword in half.

"Great Sun Mad Saber, shatter!" Feng Yan shouted loudly, and charged with his saber. Saber light flashed, creating waves after waves, its might extremely terrifying.

"What a strong saber intent!" Xie Chang exclaimed in shock. At this time, the Spiritual Infant Tier decree had already been put away, and everyone naturally climbed up from the ground to watch the battle between these two young prodigies.

However, there were also some people who swept their gazes over Hu Niu and Yan Tian Zhao, because these two people were actually able to resist the Spiritual Infant Tier pressure that was circulating from the decree, which was really something that they had not expected.

Xie Chang was known as the Overlord Saber, and in terms of his attainments in saber arts, he could be considered one of the best in Rain Country. Even he had to exclaim in shock, so it could be seen that Feng Yan's saber arts were indeed extraordinary.

"En …" A lot of people nodded in agreement. Whether they liked Feng Yan as a person or not was one thing, but if they were to look at it as a matter of fact, Feng Yan's attainments in saber arts were indeed extraordinary. Otherwise, how could the Third Imperial Prince, Zhao Huan, and Can Ye have been so easily defeated by him?

Ling Han was also slightly surprised. The might of this saber had reached the level of a Black Grade high level martial arts technique.

The Feng Clan would not be able to produce a Black Grade martial arts technique at all. In the whole of Rain Country, probably only the Imperial Family possessed a Black Grade high level martial arts technique. Feng Yan naturally could not have obtained such a secret technique from the Imperial Family. Thus, he must have obtained it when he went to the Winter Moon Sect.

Not bad, not bad. No wonder he was able to gain the favor of a powerful warrior of Spiritual Infant Tier. Feng Yan should have only cultivated this saber art for slightly more than a month, yet he had already practiced this saber art to a very familiar level, and had at least grasped twenty to thirty percent of its essence. It could be seen that his talent in martial arts was indeed extraordinary.

But it was only extraordinary.

Ling Han gave a long shout, and brandished his sword. The Four Seasons Sword Technique was activated, and he charged towards Feng Yan.

This sword technique was something he had taught to Liu Yu Tong, and it was also a martial arts technique that he had used in his last life. There was absolutely no need for him to familiarize himself with it. With just a thought, it would naturally and smoothly circulate. A fine drizzle fell, as if it was a continuous spring rain.

This fine drizzle was formed from Ling Han's Origin Power. As long as it stuck to his body, the Origin Power would enter his body and cause terrifying damage.

"Good sword technique!" When it came to Ling Han's sword technique, there were also a great many people who exclaimed in admiration.

In the world of martial arts, the sword and the saber were the two most commonly used weapons. Feng Yan's saber technique drew the admiration of saber users, while Ling Han's sword technique obtained the praise of the swordsmen.

"The strength of this young man's sword intent is not inferior to Feng Yan's!"

"That's right. Honestly speaking, if I suppressed my cultivation level to Gushing Spring Tier, I might not be able to unleash such a strong sword technique."

"Strange, why do I have a feeling that this sword technique is not fully displayed, and is still holding back?"

"Yi, you think so too?"

Feng Yan gave a long shout, and had already brandished his saber.

Ding!

A crisp sound rang out, and a ripple of sound waves spread out in all directions. All the martial artists below Gushing Spring Tier all bled from their ears, nose, and eyes, looking extremely wretched. Even if they were in Gushing Spring Tier, there were still a considerable number of martial artists who could not help but cover their ears.

Ling Han and Feng Yan were both sent retreating. In this exchange, they were evenly matched, and it was difficult to determine who was stronger.

"I've underestimated you a bit!" Feng Yan humphed coldly. With a spin of his saber, a piercingly cold saber light rippled out, like a raging waterfall. "Saber Roll Thirty Thousand Feet, Slay All Enemies in the World!"

Xie Chang's hand trembled, and he could not help but touch the hilt of his saber, a fighting spirit flashing in his eyes.

This kind of saber intent made even him itch, and he could not help but want to battle.

"That strike just now was actually not his full power …"

"Heavens, he's already so strong, and he can actually still improve further. This is too terrifying!"

"This time, Ling Han can only retreat, right?"

Amidst the exclamations of shock from the crowd, Ling Han's sword swept out, and the spring rain appeared again. However, it was only for an instant, and the artistic conception of the sword technique changed. From the continuous spring rain, it became the sudden clap of thunder in summer. Hong long long, the sound of thunder did not stop, and it was deafening!

"What?!" Everyone was stunned.

"Consecutive Sword Strikes!"

"How is this possible? The first strike has not even been completely unleashed, and he can already unleash a new strike!"

"Moreover, this sword intent changes so naturally, as if it makes one feel as if spring has come to summer, and it is in accordance with the Dao of Heaven."

"No wonder that strike just now gave me the feeling that it had not been fully unleashed. So it turns out that the sword intent is continuous, and it has not been fully unleashed at all!"

"This is too terrifying, how does this guy cultivate?!"

But that was it!

Ling Han's sword intent changed again, and the autumn wind rose. It was slightly bleak, and filled with killing intent. Then, with another change, it became a frigid winter. Endless white snow fluttered in the air, causing everyone to involuntarily cross their arms, feeling a chill.

"One strike, four types of sword intent!"

"My god, freak! Too freak! How is this possible?!"

Everyone was dumbfounded. This had completely surpassed the scope of their understanding. Such a sword technique should not have appeared in the mortal world at all.

Ling Han revealed a faint smile. When the Four Seasons Sword Technique was combined into one, its might was already close to that of an Earth Grade martial arts technique. If it were not for the fact that he possessed a sliver of divine sense of the Heaven Tier, he would not have been able to transform the sword technique so smoothly. And once there was a delay, then there would be a gap in the four seasons, and its might would not even be as good as when he had used the Sword Technique of one season.

Spring Rain, Summer Thunder, Autumn Wind, and Winter Snow. Ling Han controlled the four types of sword intent, and charged mightily towards Feng Yan.

Feng Yan's expression could not help but change drastically. If Ling Han had only used the Sword Technique of one season, he would have been completely unafraid. In fact, he could even use the domineering nature of his saber technique to suppress Ling Han. But when the Four Seasons Sword Technique was combined into one, it formed the effect of one plus one was greater than two.

This was a sword formation, which was equivalent to four people joining forces. No matter how strong he was, could he possibly stand against four Ling Hans at the same time?

He gave a furious roar, and his saber sank downwards. The momentum of his attack stopped, and his right foot suddenly stomped on the ground, forcing his body to retreat.

Hong, sword shadows surged, yet struck empty air. The tables and chairs in the vicinity were all sliced into pieces, which danced in the air.

Hu, hu, hu, Feng Yan was panting heavily. Just now, he had forcefully stopped his attack, which was equivalent to giving himself a slap. It was extremely uncomfortable. He hurriedly swallowed an alchemical pill, and his eyes were fixed on Ling Han, revealing a strong expression of wariness.

He could tell that Ling Han's single strike contained four sets of sword techniques, and four kinds of sword intent. If it was just any one of them, he would not be the slightest bit afraid. But the combined might of the four seasons was too great, and even he did not dare to face it head-on.

Damn it, damn it!

At first, he could have crushed Ling Han to death with just a raise of his hand, but at that time, he had not yet obtained the approval of the Winter Moon Sect, so he had been slightly apprehensive in his actions. He had wanted to leave Ling Han's life for three months before taking it.

He had never thought that a moment of carelessness would actually cause his younger brother to die at Ling Han's hands. Now, Ling Han even possessed the ability to stand against him.

This brat had really grown too quickly, hadn't he?

Kill him, he had to kill him!

Feng Yan once again drew out the decree, and with a shua, he unfurled it. A powerful pressure swept over them, and pa, pa, pa. Everyone once again knelt on the ground, or sat down on the ground, all of them lowering their heads.

"Die!" Feng Yan used the decree like a whip, and lashed it out at Ling Han. There were multiple characters flashing on the front, and it was indescribably sinister.

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