A Good Romance
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Everyone couldn't believe it. Eighty-one Spiritual Infant Tier warriors were enough to overturn rivers and seas, but Ling Han merely drew out a treasured sword, and made the bodies of those warriors tremble as if they were about to collapse.
This was a crushing suppression in terms of quality!
"Level Eight … or even Level Nine Spirit Tool …" someone said in a trembling voice.
Spirit Tools weren't simple sharp weapons, but treasured weapons forged from Level Seven rare metal and nourished with the intent of Martial Art, possessing supreme might. Such a Spirit Tool's power was astonishing, and even in the hands of a Flower Blossom Tier warrior, it had 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 shoot out eighty-one Spiritual Infant Tier warriors. Though it wasn't a physical body, its battle prowess wasn't inferior, and it didn't fear injury or death.
And the higher the level of a Spirit Tool, the harder it was to refine it, 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 intent of Martial Art would be worn away.
Unless it formed a spirit tool, it could absorb the energy of heaven and earth on its own, ensuring that the intent of Martial Art wouldn't be extinguished, dying 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 had Level Seven or Level Eight rare metal, you could only forge a sharp weapon of this level, but didn't have the might of a Spirit Tool.
Wang Yi Yun's expression finally showed an obvious change. The Demon Birth Sword gave her immense pressure, making her no longer so confident.
A Spiritual Infant Tier warrior couldn't defeat a Flower Blossom Tier warrior?
She was unwilling. When geniuses reached the peak of the Flower Blossom Tier, they could indeed defeat some low level, or even mid level Spiritual Infant Tier warriors, and though she was only at the second layer of the Spiritual Infant Tier, her battle prowess reached ten stars, so no matter what, she had the absolute advantage.
She definitely couldn't be scared by her opponent.
Wang Yi Yun played the zither even more urgently, and the tune turned into a powerful army. The eighty-one Spiritual Infant Tier warriors instantly regained their might, as if they were on stimulants, charging towards Ling Han.
Meanwhile, Ling Han revealed a faint smile. As his comprehension of the sword increased, he finally unlocked another pattern on the Demon Birth Sword, increasing the might of this Level Ten Spirit Tool by a level.
What kind of concept was a tenth-tier Spirit Tool? When fully activated, it was equivalent to a Shattering Void Tier elite!
He brandished his sword, and hong, twenty-nine flashes of Sword Qi condensed into Pseudo Ray. With a pu, it slashed onto a Spiritual Infant Tier warrior. The warrior hurriedly used his battle spear to block, but this Pseudo Ray was unleashed by a Level Ten Spirit Tool, and its destructive power was even more terrifying than True Ray. The warrior was split in two along with his weapon.
He killed a Spiritual Infant Tier cultivator with a single strike!
Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air. They felt that Ling Han was so strong that their hair stood on end.
If Ling Han was a nature-defying freak 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 only in the Flower Blossom Tier.
Ling Han didn't stop swinging his sword. He killed one with each strike, and no one was his match. He swung his sword 81 times in a row, and the 81 warriors were all cut in half. Logically speaking, they didn't have a physical body, so they naturally didn't have any vital points to speak of. If they were cut in half, they could completely reattach and continue fighting.
However, the Sword Ray unleashed by the Demon Birth Sword naturally carried the might of a Level Ten Spirit Tool, so how could they be reattached? Naturally, they could only be annihilated.
"Wa!" Wang Yi Yun violently spat out a mouthful of blood, her beautiful eyes revealing a look of shock. She had long since refined this treasured zither, and her mind was connected. Now that the 81 warriors were cut in half and annihilated, she was also affected. Her heart was burning, and she felt extremely 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 wasn't careful, they wouldn't be able to find it.
Wang Yi Yun raised her sword and slashed out. The zither-stringed sword actually turned into threads that wrapped around Ling Han. Moreover, the threads were endless, and like Blood Sucking Origin Gold, they could be pulled infinitely.
However, this sword was definitely not forged from Blood Sucking Origin Gold. It was the Sword Qi and Origin Power that she had shot out. Through a mysterious method, they had fused together and shot towards Ling Han. It was as if she had spread out a heavenly net.
"The Wang Clan's ultimate technique, Falling Shadow Twining Silk Sword Technique!"
"All those years ago, the ultimate technique that the Wang Clan's ancestor used to dominate the world. Who would've thought that Wang Yi Yun actually learned it, as expected of a genius."
"Fairy Wang, kill this brat!"
Everyone exclaimed in shock, and even more people started cheering for Wang Yi Yun. They naturally hoped that this fairy could win.
"Somewhat interesting." Ling Han mumbled, and with a shake of his right hand, the Demon Birth Sword shot out a sharp Sword Qi, easily slashing apart the surrounding sword threads. As long as the difference in power was not too great, a Level Ten Spirit Tool naturally had an overwhelming advantage.
Wang Yi Yun's figure flew, her white robes fluttering as if she was a fairy dancing in the moon. However, every strike of her sword sent out a sharp Sword Qi that slashed towards Ling Han in various arcs, looking incredibly strange.
Ling Han used the Thunderclap Ninth Heaven, and his battle prowess soared rapidly, reaching fifteen Stars of the Spiritual Infant Tier as he charged towards Wang Yi Yun.
Ding, ding, ding, ding, the two swords clashed endlessly, and Sword Qi flew everywhere, releasing a shocking light. Even Flower Blossom Tier warriors did not dare to stare, afraid that they would be blinded.
Wang Yi Yun paled in shock. After every strike, her body would feel numb, as if she had been electrocuted. It was so uncomfortable that she almost spat out blood, and even her Origin Power was dispersed, unable to unleash her full power.
In a head-on clash, she was actually inferior to a Flower Blossom Tier warrior!
It could only be said that the Thunderclap Ninth Heaven was too domineering, and even a super genius like Wang Yi Yun was severely restricted.
Ling Han was suppressing Wang Yi Yun, and after a few dozen moves, the long sword in her hand flew 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 light that rapidly enlarged, and was about three meters long, 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 angry, so 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 terrifying aura, as if it could destroy the heavens and earth.
"Disobedient …" Lightning flashed on Ling Han's body. He still could not turn into lightning, but his speed soared by three times. In a flash, he appeared on Wang Yi Yun's body, and the Demon Birth Sword swept out, whipping towards Wang Yi Yun's bottom.
"Ah!" Wang Yi Yun cried out in shock, feeling pain on one side, and embarrassment on the other.
This man actually dared to slap her bottom!
Xiu, but she was a prodigy of the present age, and even in such a situation, she still activated the hairpin and launched an attack on Ling Han. A ray of light shot out, its destructive power incredibly terrifying.
Ling Han slashed out with all his strength, extinguishing this ray of light, yet he felt his right hand go numb, almost unable to raise it. He could not 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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