A Good Romance
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Thankfully, Feng Yan's saber was only of Common Grade. Otherwise, as long as it reached the level of a Level One Spirit Tool, it would not need to be branded with any Martial Art intent. Merely its sharpness would be enough to cut Ling Han's sword in half.
"Great Sun Mad Saber, shatter!" Feng Yan shouted loudly, and charged with the saber. Saber light flashed, creating waves after waves, its might extremely terrifying.
"Such strong saber intent!" Xie Chang exclaimed. 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, some people's gazes swept over Hu Niu and Yan Tian Zhao, because these two people were actually able to resist the Spiritual Infant Tier aura emanating from the decree, which was truly shocking and unexpected.
Xie Chang was known as the Overlord Saber, and his attainments in saber arts could be considered one of the best in Rain Country. Even he had to exclaim in surprise, so it was clear that Feng Yan's saber arts were indeed extraordinary.
"En." Many people nodded one after another. Whether they liked Feng Yan as a person or not was one thing, but if they were to look at the matter as it stood, Feng Yan's attainments in saber techniques 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 could not 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, so he must have been taught it when he went to the Winter Moon Sect.
Not bad, not bad, no wonder he could gain the favor of a powerful warrior of Spiritual Infant Tier. Feng Yan had probably only cultivated this saber art for about a month, yet he had already practiced it 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 Art 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 set of sword technique was passed on to Liu Yutong by him. It was also a martial technique that he had used in his previous life. There was no need to practice at all. With just a thought, it would naturally and smoothly circulate. It was a hazy drizzle, like the continuous spring rain.
This drizzle was formed from Ling Han's elemental energy. As long as it stuck to his body, the elemental energy would enter his body and cause terrifying damage.
"Good sword." When it came to Ling Han's sword, many people also praised it.
In the world of Martial Art, the sword and the saber were the two most commonly used weapons. Feng Yan's saber techniques had attracted the admiration of saber users, while Ling Han's sword techniques had obtained the praise of swordsmen.
"This young man's sword intent is not inferior to Feng Yan's!"
'That's right. Honestly speaking, if I suppress 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 isn't done yet and that it's still holding back?"
"Eh, you think so too?"
Feng Yan let out a long howl, and had already swung his saber.
Ding!
A crisp sound rang out, creating a ripple of sound that 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 for those in Gushing Spring Tier, there were still many who involuntarily covered their ears.
Ling Han and Feng Yan were both forced back. In this exchange, they were evenly matched, and it was difficult to determine who was stronger.
"I've underestimated you a little!" Feng Yan humphed coldly. He swung his saber in a circle, creating a piercingly cold flash of saber light that surged like a waterfall. "Saber Roll Thirty Thousand Feet, Slaying All Enemies in the World!"
Xie Chang's hand trembled, and he could not help but touch the hilt of his saber. His eyes shone with fighting spirit.
This kind of saber intent made him itch to fight, 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 still improve further. This is too terrifying!"
"This time, Ling Han can only retreat, right?"
In the midst of everyone's exclamations of shock, Ling Han's sword swept out, and the spring rain appeared again. But in an instant, the concept of the sword technique changed, from the endless spring rain to 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 finished, and he can already unleash a new strike!"
"And this sword intent changes so naturally, as if it makes one feel as if spring has come to summer, complying with the laws of nature."
"No wonder that strike just now gave me the feeling that it had not been fully unleashed. So the sword intent is continuous, and it has not been used up 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 blew. It was slightly bleak, and filled with killing intent. Then, with another turn, it became winter. Endless white snow fluttered in the air, causing everyone to involuntarily wrap their arms around themselves, feeling a chill.
"One strike, four types of sword intent!"
"Oh my god, this is too freakish! How is this possible?"
Everyone was dumbfounded. This was completely beyond 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. The Four Seasons Sword Technique as one was already close to an Earth Grade martial technique's power. If he did not have a trace of the 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 the power would not be as good as the first season sword technique.
Spring rain, summer thunder, autumn wind, winter snow — Ling Han rode on the four types of sword intent and attacked Feng Yan mightily.
Feng Yan's expression changed drastically. If Ling Han had only used the first season sword technique, he would have been completely unafraid, and he could even use the tyranny of his blade technique to suppress it. But the Four Seasons Sword Technique as one, it formed an effect that was greater than one plus one.
This was a sword formation, equivalent to four people working together. No matter how strong he was, could he fight against four Ling Han's at the same time?
He roared angrily, and the long saber sank downwards, stopping its forward momentum. His right foot suddenly stomped on the ground, forcing his body to retreat.
Hong, the sword shadows surged, but missed, only slicing the nearby tables and chairs into pieces that danced in the air.
Hu, hu, hu, Feng Yan panted heavily. He had forcefully stopped his attack just now, which was equivalent to hitting himself, and it was extremely uncomfortable. He hurriedly swallowed a medicinal pill, his gaze fixed on Ling Han, revealing a strong expression of wariness.
He could tell that one strike from Ling Han contained four sets of sword techniques and four types 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 take it head-on.
Damn, damn!
Originally, he could have crushed Ling Han to death with a raise of his hand, but at that time, he had not obtained the approval of the Winter Moon Sect, so he was slightly cautious in his actions, and wanted to take Ling Han's life three months later.
He did not think that a momentary slip would actually cause his younger brother to die at the hands of Ling Han, and now he even had the ability to stand against him.
This brat had 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, and pa, pa, pa, everyone once again knelt on the ground, or sat on the ground, all of them lowering themselves.
"Die!" Feng Yan used the decree as a whip, and lashed it at Ling Han. There were multiple characters flashing on the front, and it was indescribably awe-inspiring.
It was more refreshing to read on the phone.
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