A Good Romance
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After entering the Alchemy Pavilion, they saw that they were in a great hall, and there were stairs on both sides that led to the second floor. From the height of the first floor, this Tool Pavilion should be five floors high.
"What weapon do you use?" A voice sounded by Ling Han's ear.
"Huh?" Ling Han was startled, and said to everyone, "Did you all hear that voice?"
"Yes, he asked me what weapon I use," everyone said.
Ling Han nodded, and said, "Sword …"
Xiu, just as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared from the great hall, and appeared in a sealed room. The door was tightly shut; obviously, he was directly transported in.
For that ancient dynasty, this kind of method wasn't rare.
Ling Han did not panic, either. Now that they were here, everyone had been teleported to different rooms due to the different weapons they used. However, why didn't those who used swords appear together?
This might have something to do with their previous results. The better the results, the higher the level of the room they might enter.
He swept his eyes around, and saw that this was a stone room. It was completely empty, and in the middle was a stone table. On the table was a sword with a scabbard attached. Even if the sword didn't leave its scabbard, Ling Han could already feel that terrifying and ruthless aura coming at him, filled with killing intent.
A sword user, a weapon of murder.
Ling Han was shocked. It wasn't that he hadn't seen treasured swords before, and he even had a tenth-tier Spirit Tool in his possession, but in terms of ruthless aura, the Demon Birth Sword was far inferior to this one.
It was as if this sword was born to kill.
Ling Han walked over, but when he was still three meters away, this sword actually ejected itself from its scabbard, and was only about a foot away. Weng, seven flashes of sword light intertwined, charging towards him.
The power of these sword lights was at the Spiritual Infant Tier, the same tier as him. Ling Han was naturally unafraid, and crossed his arms in front of him, taking this attack head-on.
Pu!
His body was forced back seven steps, and there were seven scars on his arm, with dark red blood gushing out.
Ling Han couldn't help but be greatly shocked. What kind of physique did he have? It was comparable to eighth-tier rare metal, and theoretically, even Deity Transformation Tier attacks would find it very, very difficult to cause him any harm, but these merely seven Spiritual Infant Tier sword lights made him bleed — wasn't it shocking?
Strength did not represent battle prowess, nor did it represent destructive power.
Ling Han was very clear about this.
For example, if you use the same amount of force to hit a piece of wood with an iron rod, will the damage be the same as if you use an axe to chop it?
Strength only played a part of the role.
Ling Han smiled. If he wanted to obtain this sword, would he have to conquer it first?
Interesting.
He was in the Spiritual Infant Tier, so this sword could only unleash the power of the Spiritual Infant Tier, battling against him in the same tier. However, battle prowess was not certain. This sword light was full of destructive power, and if his physique was still in the Iron Sheet Tier, that hit just now would definitely cut off his arm, and even his whole body would be cut open.
Like him, in the Spiritual Infant Tier, yet able to kill Deity Transformation Tier warriors …
"Haha, a battle at the same cultivation level? Then let's have a spar!" Ling Han charged over. He was very interested in this sword. Could it be that it was also a Level Ten Spirit Tool? It could actually deliver such a sharp sword light.
Xiu, xiu, xiu, sword lights shot out one after another, slashing towards him.
Ling Han swung his fist to block. This sword light was truly sharp, its power reaching the peak of the Spiritual Infant Tier, and its destructive power far exceeded that, even causing damage to his physique. However, that was all. He cultivated the Indestructible Heaven's Scroll, and his physique was as indestructible as steel.
He focused his eyes on the sword. There were many patterns on the sword, but they weren't Martial Art Intent, but formation patterns.
Although his formation level didn't improve much, it wasn't difficult to make such a judgment.
This wasn't a Spirit Tool, but a formation's eye!
Ling Han was truly shocked this time. Could it be that this sword was a formation, and was now actively attacking him?
Pu, pu, pu, pu, blood continuously flashed on Ling Han's body. This formation sword was truly too terrifying, slashing to the point that he couldn't get close, and blood flowed continuously. If he couldn't get close, how could he collect it?
He operated the Thunderclap Ninth Heaven and used the Demon Fairy Step, no longer clashing head-on with the sword light. There was no result; in terms of power, this sword had the advantage, and he could only be pushed back.
Xiu, xiu, xiu, sword light shot out in all directions, but Ling Han moved freely, shuttling through the gaps of the sword light, constantly approaching.
Just when Ling Han was only one step away from this sword, the sword leaped and completely popped out of the scabbard. Instantly, a grand light soared into the sky, its murderous aura blazing.
Forty-nine sword lights shot out at the same time, interweaving into a secret net, once again forcing Ling Han back.
Obviously, under Ling Han's pressure, this sword also blossomed with stronger might.
Its power was still at the Spiritual Infant Tier, but its destructive power increased by a large margin.
Ling Han's arm was slashed once again, and this time, it was much deeper, almost touching his bones.
This sword floated in the air as if controlled by an invisible hand. The tip of the sword pointed straight at Ling Han, emitting a threatening chill.
"What level of formation pattern is this …" Ling Han stared at the formation pattern on the sword. He completely couldn't recognize what kind of formation this was, and could only be sure of two things. First, its power was terrifyingly great, and if it exploded with full power, it could probably cut down Shattering Void Tier elites. Second, this formation still had flaws, and wasn't complete.
Too shocking, an incomplete formation had such power, and if it was completed, how terrifying would it be?
"I can't subdue you …" Ling Han's arrogance rose, and he unleashed the Demon Birth Sword. He didn't awaken the Martial Art intent within, but instead used the Mysterious Three Thousand to counterattack that sword.
Awakening the Demon Birth Sword's Martial Art intent, Ling Han was afraid that both would activate on their own, and then he would become a decoration. Moreover, the Demon Birth Sword might not be able to suppress this formation sword, and if it was suppressed instead, it would be disastrous.
As expected, the Demon Birth Sword didn't unleash its might, and the formation sword still maintained the power of the Spiritual Infant Tier, but the sword light's destructive power was truly terrifying. Ling Han estimated that if all the students of the Restore Heaven Academy attacked together, they would also be cut down by this sword.
Ling Han's battle prowess was fully unleashed, and the Eye of Truth and Thunderclap Ninth Heaven were both activated. His physical strength was also unleashed to the extreme, and his battle prowess exploded. This had long surpassed the Spiritual Infant Tier, and could even cut down peak stage Deity Transformation Tier warriors, but against this sword, it was still on par.
No, to be precise, it should be Ling Han who was slightly at a disadvantage. After all, this sword suppressed its tier to fight him, and had an innate advantage.
Ling Han didn't believe it. Moreover, the stronger this sword was, the more he wanted to obtain it.
His right hand operated the Demon Birth Sword to slash at the sword light, and he also used the Dismantle Technique, swinging it left and right to dissipate the power in the sword light. His figure continued to charge out, and even if he had to endure the bombardment of a few flashes of sword light, he still wanted to grab this sword in his hands.
As long as there was no Tool Spirit, he could put the sword in the Black Tower, and suppressing it would be easy.
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