A Good Romance
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Everyone could not believe it. Eighty-one Spiritual Infant Tier warriors were enough to overturn rivers and seas, but Ling Han merely drew out a treasured sword, yet the figures of those warriors trembled as if they were about to be annihilated.
This was a crushing defeat in terms of quality!
"Level Eight, or even Level Nine Spirit Tool …" someone said in a trembling voice.
Spirit Tools were not simple weapons, but treasured weapons that possessed supreme might on the basis of being forged from Level Seven rare metal, and then nourished with martial intent. The might of such Spirit Tools was astonishing, and even in the hands of Flower Blossom Tier warriors, they would have the might of the Spiritual Infant Tier.
For example, Wang Yi Yun's zither was definitely a Level Seven Spirit Tool, which was why it could unleash the might of eighty-one Spiritual Infant Tier warriors. Though it was not a physical body, its battle prowess was not inferior, and there was no fear of injury or death.
And the higher the level of a Spirit Tool, the more difficult it was to refine it. That was because there were only so many elites in the world, and nourishing a Spirit Tool would take at least a few dozen years. As time passed, the martial intent would also be worn away.
Unless it formed a Tool Spirit, then it would be able to absorb the energy of heaven and earth on its own and maintain its martial intent, which would wither away along with the body of the Spirit Tool.
Thus, the two of them revealed their high level Spirit Tools, which was naturally shocking to everyone. This was the embodiment of a party's background. Otherwise, even if you possessed Level Seven or Level Eight rare metal, so what? You could only forge a weapon of this level, but did not have the might of a Spirit Tool.
Wang Yi Yun's expression finally showed an obvious change. The Demon Birth Sword gave her a huge pressure, causing her to no longer be so confident.
A Spiritual Infant Tier warrior could not defeat a Flower Blossom Tier warrior?
She felt indignant. Though when a genius reached the peak stage of the Flower Blossom Tier, they could indeed defeat some low level, or even middle level Spiritual Infant Tier cultivators, and though she was only in the second layer of the Spiritual Infant Tier, her battle prowess was as high as ten Stars. No matter what, she had the absolute upper hand.
She definitely could not be intimidated by the other party.
Wang Yi Yun stroked the zither even more urgently, and the tune turned into a powerful army. The eighty-one Spiritual Infant Tier warriors' divine might instantly reignited, as if they had been injected with stimulants, and charged towards Ling Han.
Meanwhile, Ling Han revealed a faint smile. As his comprehension of the sword increased, he finally managed to open up another pattern on the Demon Birth Sword, increasing the might of this Level Ten Spirit Tool by another level.
What kind of concept was a Level Ten Spirit Tool? When fully activated, it was equivalent to a Shattering Void Tier elite!
He brandished the sword, and hong, twenty-nine flashes of Sword Qi condensed into a false Ray. With a pu, it slashed onto a Spiritual Infant Tier warrior. The warrior hurriedly used his battle spear to block, but this false Ray was unleashed by a Level Ten Spirit Tool, and its destructive power was even more terrifying than a true Ray. The warrior was split in two along with his weapon.
With a single strike, he killed a Spiritual Infant Tier warrior.
Hiss!
Everyone drew in a cold breath, feeling that Ling Han was so strong that it was a bit hair-raising.
If Ling Han was a nature-defying monster like Yao Hui Yue or Small Saber King, then everyone could accept it. After all, these guys had already advanced into the Spiritual Infant Tier, and with their battle prowess, they would naturally be able to sweep away all opponents in the same tier.
The problem was, Ling Han was still only in the Flower Blossom Tier.
Ling Han did not stop brandishing his sword. Each strike was one, and there was definitely no one who could withstand two strikes. With eighty-one consecutive strikes, those eighty-one warriors were also completely cut in half. Theoretically speaking, they did not have a physical body, so they naturally did not have any vital points to speak of. If they were cut in half, they could completely reattach and continue to battle.
But the Sword Ray that the Demon Birth Sword shot out naturally carried the might of a Level Ten Spirit Tool, so how could they be reattached? Naturally, they could only be destroyed.
"Wa!" Wang Yi Yun violently spat out a mouthful of blood, her beautiful eyes filled with shock. She had long since refined this treasured zither, and now that eighty-one warriors had been cut in half, she was also affected. Her heart was burning, and she felt incredibly uncomfortable.
She was unwilling to give up, and lightly patted the treasured zither. Weng, a sharp sword actually shot out from the zither.
This sword was extremely thin, and the blade was like a zither string. If one did not look carefully, they would not be able to find it at all.
Wang Yi Yun raised her sword and slashed out. The body of the sword that was like a zither string actually turned into strands that shot out to entangle Ling Han. Furthermore, there was no end to these strands, just like the Blood Sucking Origin Gold, which could be pulled up endlessly.
But this sword was definitely not forged from the Blood Sucking Origin Gold. It was the Sword Qi and Origin Power that she had shot out, and through a strange method, they had fused together and shot out to entangle Ling Han. It was as if she had spread out a heavenly net.
"The ultimate technique of the Wang Clan, Falling Shadow Entangling Silk Sword Technique!"
"All those years ago, the ultimate technique that the ancestor of the Wang Clan used to dominate the world. Who would have thought that Wang Yi Yun had actually learned it? As expected of a genius."
"Fairy Wang, kill this brat!"
Everyone exclaimed in shock, and even more people began to cheer for Wang Yi Yun. They naturally hoped that this fairy would be able to win.
"Somewhat interesting," Ling Han mumbled. With a shake of his right hand, the Demon Birth Sword shot out a sharp flash of Sword Qi, easily slashing apart the sword silks in the surroundings. As long as the gap in power was not too great, a Level Ten Spirit Tool would naturally have an overwhelming advantage.
Wang Yi Yun's figure flew, her white robes fluttering in the wind as if she was a fairy dancing in the moonlight. However, every strike of her sword sent out a sharp flash of Sword Qi that sliced towards Ling Han in various arcs. It was incredibly strange.
Ling Han channeled the Thunderclap Ninth Heaven, and his battle prowess skyrocketed, reaching fifteen Stars of the Spiritual Infant Tier. He charged towards Wang Yi Yun.
Ding, ding, ding, ding. The two swords continued to clash against each other. Sword Qi flew in all directions, releasing an astonishing light. Even Flower Blossom Tier cultivators did not dare to stare at it for fear that they would be blinded.
Wang Yi Yun paled in shock. After every clash, her body would feel numb, as if she had been electrocuted. It was so uncomfortable that she almost spat out blood. Even her Origin Power had dispersed, and she was unable to unleash her full power.
In a head-on clash, she was actually inferior to a Flower Blossom Tier cultivator!
It could only be said that the Thunderclap Ninth Heaven was too domineering. Even a super genius like Wang Yi Yun was severely restricted.
Ling Han suppressed Wang Yi Yun, and after only a few dozen moves, the long sword in her hand had already flown out of her hand.
Wang Yi Yun gritted her teeth, pulled out her hairpin, and tossed it into the air. Instantly, there was a sparkling and translucent light that rapidly enlarged. It was about three meters long, and looked like a strange skiff.
Ling Han frowned, and said, "If you continue to pester me, I'll spank your bottom."
Wang Yi Yun was both embarrassed and enraged. How could she be willing to listen? She continued to activate the hairpin, and Origin Power gathered at the tip of the hairpin, forming a ball of light that exuded a frightening aura, as if it could destroy the heavens and earth.
"Disobedient …" Lightning flickered on Ling Han's body. He still could not turn into lightning, but his speed had soared by three times. In a flash, he had already appeared on top of Wang Yi Yun, and the Demon Birth Sword swept out, whipping towards Wang Yi Yun's bottom.
"Ah!" Wang Yi Yun exclaimed in shock. On one side, she was in pain, and on the other side, she was embarrassed.
This man actually really dared to whip her bottom!
Xiu, but she was a prodigy of the current generation. Even in this kind of situation, she still activated the hairpin and launched an attack at Ling Han. A flash of light shot out, its destructive power incredibly frightening.
Ling Han slashed out with his full strength, and extinguished this flash of light. However, he felt his right hand go numb, and he almost could not raise it anymore. He couldn't help but be surprised. One had to know how astonishing his physique was, but he actually felt so uncomfortable after taking a blow. This hairpin was really not simple.
Pa, pa, pa, he fiercely whipped Wang Yi Yun.
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