A Good Romance
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In his rage, Ling Han finally broke through and formed the seventh flash of Sword Qi.
Teng, teng, teng, everyone at the foot of the mountain stood up.
Whether it was Saber Qi or Sword Qi, as long as one formed Qi, they had the potential to become a king. However, three flashes was only small success, six was great success, and seven was a true king.
In the history of Rain Country, there were quite a few people who had six flashes of Qi. Although they all achieved it after sixty or seventy years old, there were still such geniuses.
But seven flashes?
Absolutely unique?
In the entire Nine Nations of the Desolate North, a saber genius did appear seven hundred years ago. He formed seven flashes of Saber Qi and was invincible in the Spiritual Pedestal Tier, worthy of the title of king. However, when this saber grandmaster formed the seventh flash of Saber Qi, he was already sixty-two years old.
How old was this young man?
A monster!
A monster appeared today.
However, seven flashes of Sword Qi wasn't all of Ling Han's breakthroughs.
In his rage, Ling Han shot out the Mysterious Three Thousand, his strongest sword move, which was very normal. However, what was unusual was that under such extreme fury, every single strand of sword Qi underwent a strange change.
The Mysterious Three Thousand could instantly unleash three thousand extreme attacks. This was an absolute ultimate move, and at its highest level, it could instantly dominate the world. However, Ling Han was far from reaching such a level. He could only unleash a hundred strikes.
But now, eight hundred flashes of sword light appeared at the same time.
Could it be that under his rage, his comprehension of the Mysterious Three Thousand advanced so much?
Strangely, he still only unleashed a hundred flashes of sword light.
That was because the seven flashes of Sword Qi were splitting, one into two, two into three, and each flash of Sword Qi became a hundred flashes of sword light.
Eight hundred flashes of sword light illuminated heaven and earth.
What kind of concept was this? It was equivalent to eight hundred Ling Han's attacking at the same time, each slashing with their sword. Although this slash didn't contain any martial arts techniques, it was a full power strike. However, eight hundred flashes added together could still frighten people to death.
Behind, Feng Yan suddenly stopped. Such a dazzling attack made even him afraid, and he didn't dare to come forward to ask for a beating. That would really be asking for trouble.
Yan Tian Zhao's expression changed greatly, and he hurriedly let out a loud roar. Streaks of green fog spurted out from his body, turning into a barrier that blocked between him and Ling Han.
Eight hundred sword lights arrived.
Peng, the green barrier immediately shattered into countless fragments, and the sword light continued to shoot out, sending Yan Tian Zhao flying. After drawing an arc in the air, he crashed heavily onto the ground.
He was still alive, but his entire body was already covered in blood. His body had been torn apart to the bone, and his internal organs could even be seen in his chest. However, what was shocking was that all of his muscles were wriggling about, actually healing on their own, moreover at an astonishing speed.
Ling Han was astonished. Even this didn't kill him?
No wonder the Rain Emperor did not make a move.
Pa, he sat down on the ground as well. Though the might of the 800 sword lights was astonishing, its consumption was also terrifying, and it actually completely emptied his Origin Power.
This was only eight hundred sword lights, not the limit of three thousand. No wonder he still couldn't use the second and third forms of the Mystic Origin Sword Technique. He didn't have enough Origin Energy.
Are all the people from the Heavenly Sword Sect freaks?
Ling Han was panting heavily, while Hu Niu was unconscious, Yan Tian Zhao was unconscious, and only Feng Yan still had his battle prowess intact.
"Hahahaha!" Feng Yan laughed loudly, and strode over. "I really never thought that I would actually obtain victory in such a way." He had already withdrawn the Wild Strength Berserk Ape bloodline, which consumed a lot of energy. Of course, the Mirror Light Body was also withdrawn. Now that the other three people had already lost their battle prowess, even if his cultivation level was weakened by a hundred times, he would still win.
Ling Han also smiled bitterly. In his fury, he didn't consider too much at all. Moreover, even he didn't know that he could actually obtain a breakthrough in the application of the Mysterious Three Thousand, shooting out eight hundred flashes of sword light all at once, completely draining his Origin Power.
One couldn't take medicine in the tournament, and taking medicine meant forfeiting. What should he do? Watch as Feng Yan ascended to the top?
"You've really disappointed me. I had originally wanted to defeat you when you were at your strongest, then cripple your legs and beat you from the peak of your life to the lowest point," Feng Yan said in a disappointed tone. "You've really disappointed me.
Ling Han laughed loudly, and said disdainfully, "That strike of mine just now, you dare to receive it?"
Feng Yan's expression immediately tensed up. Even if he possessed dual physiques, and both were very awesome, when faced with those eight hundred sword lights and the extremely dazzling strike, he still felt a chill run down his spine. He reckoned that he would be able to block it, but he would also end up like Yan Tian Zhao, heavily injured.
"Heng, the result now is that you can only look up to me …" He didn't reply. There was no meaning in making assumptions.
Feng Yan revealed a cold expression, and raised his foot to stomp down on Ling Han. He wanted to trample on Ling Han's face in front of everyone in the world.
Ling Han stretched out his hand to block, but anyone could step out, so how powerless would it be?
Could it be that a dignified pseudo-Earth Grade alchemist, a genius that formed seven flashes of Sword Qi, was actually going to suffer such great humiliation?
Everyone below felt uncomfortable, and Liu Yutong and Li Si Chan were so agitated that they wanted to forfeit the tournament in place of Ling Han.
Feng Yan smirked coldly, and his foot stomped down without mercy.
Pa, his left foot stepped onto Ling Han's right hand, and the powerful force was like a mountain, pressing down on Ling Han's hand and stomping towards his face. But just at this moment, Feng Yan's expression changed drastically, and he suddenly let out a scream that shook the heavens and the earth.
What the hell was he screaming for? He obviously had such a big advantage, and still wanted to play around?
No!
Everyone could clearly see that one of Feng Yan's left legs had actually been eroded, as if it was made of smoke, and would disperse with a single blow.
What was going on?
Ling Han revealed a proud smile. He had refined the Demonic Qi from cultivating a Demon Emperor, and in the end, he had even formed a layer of black-colored demonic patterns on his palm. This was the power of Regulation, and was extremely terrifying.
However, though this power was strong, because it could only be attached to the surface of his palm, it was usually not very useful. But who asked Feng Yan to actually want to step on him? That was really asking for trouble.
"Ah!" Feng Yan roared fiercely, and forcefully chopped off his left leg. Otherwise, this erosion would continue to spread, and turn his entire person into ash.
Pa, he, too, sat down on the ground. It was not just a problem of losing a leg. There was currently a terrifying force rampaging inside his body, causing him to feel extremely uncomfortable. Putting aside the need to fight, it was already extremely difficult for him to even forcibly hold back his scream.
This time, none of the four people were still standing.
No one had thought that such a turn of events would occur on the scene. They were all dumbfounded, completely unable to accept it.
Xiu, xiu, xiu, xiu, those people who had originally been beaten down the mountain ran back one after another. The elites were either injured or lying on the ground, and wasn't this their chance?
Ling Han stood up. He was not injured, and it was only his Origin Power that had been sucked dry. Now, though he had only recovered a little, it was completely not a problem for him to stand up and run around.
He strode forward, and was already standing in front of the Rain Emperor.
"The victor of this martial arts contest is Ling Han!" The Rain Emperor's voice, filled with authority, rang out, shaking the clouds.
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