"Since you want to give me this Profound Ranked Spirit Weapon, I will reluctantly accept it," Zhang He said arrogantly as he looked at the Lunar Shadow Saber embedded in the rock with a fervent gaze.
Xiao Chen waved his hand and sent out a strong force. The Lunar Shadow Saber in the rock returned to his hand. He said, "I want your Shadow Bearing Sword."
Zhang He's expression changed. This Shadow Bearing Sword was also a High-Grade Profound Ranked Spirit Weapon. It was their Zhang Clan's heirloom. After he became a Martial Master, his clan had bestowed the Shadow Bearing Sword to him. Who would have thought that Xiao Chen would actually want to take it away today?
This was simply wishful thinking. His Zhang Clan's inherited item was not an ordinary Spirit Weapon. In the past few hundred years, many people had designs on it, but none of them succeeded.
Zhang He smiled coldly, "What arrogant words. You actually want my Chengying Sword. Do you have the life to take it?"
"This fellow must be crazy. By defeating Zhang Wu, he has already helped the Xiao Clan gain some prestige. Yet, he still dares to challenge Zhang He."
"The difference between the two of them is an entire realm. This kind of difference is something that cannot be made up for with external items, unless he has a Heaven Ranked Martial Technique or a Divine Weapon."
"Heaven Ranked Martial Technique? Is that possible? Even the Misty Sword Sect only has one low-ranked Martial Technique as an inheritance. How could a small Xiao Clan have one? "
"Even if he did, given his cultivation level, using it would only result in mutual destruction."
The two people on the stage ignored the discussions below. After the arena master signed the contract, the duel officially began.
Both of their statuses were somewhat special, and both sides were filled with the smell of gunpowder. The arena master was afraid that the two of them would fight for real, so he stepped forward and said, "I'll say it one more time. After one side forfeits, the other side must not make any more moves. Otherwise, I will personally take action."
This arena master looked very ordinary, but in reality, in Mohe City, he was the only person who dared to open an arena. They had to be at least a Martial Grand Master. Otherwise, any random person would be able to defeat the arena master. If that was the case, there would be no need for the arena.
The two of them didn't take the ring master's words to heart. They weren't stupid. They would never truly kill the other party. That would only cause the two clans to go to war earlier. At most, they would only cripple the other party's cultivation.
In the arena, the two of them each stood in a corner, staring at each other. Both of them were brewing their killing intent, waiting for the moment when their auras were at their peak.
Both of their auras clashed in the air. Although their bodies did not move, the invisible battle had already begun. However, what surprised Zhang He was that Xiao Chen's aura was actually not weaker than his. He was actually unable to completely suppress him.
The people below also felt that it was strange. With Xiao Chen's cultivation, he was actually able to fight against Zhang He without being at a disadvantage. This battle might not be one-sided.
"Earlier, Xiao Jian, an Inferior Grade Martial Master, could not even touch the corner of my clothes. Do you think that you, a Medial Grade Martial Disciple, have a chance?" Seeing that he was unable to suppress Xiao Chen with his aura, Zhang He decided to attack Xiao Chen with his words, hoping to find an opening.
Xiao Chen was not a brainless person like Xiao Jian. Naturally, he knew what Zhang He was planning. He said mockingly, "When I was an Inferior Grade Martial Disciple, I could already make you vomit blood. Now that I have advanced to Medial Grade Martial Disciple, it is not impossible for me to kill you."
Zhang He smiled faintly, "Do you think that the successors of those Holy Lands can go against the heavens and kill immortals? You have not even used your Haotian Sword Qi and you actually think that you are something. "
"Whether I am something or not, we will only know after we fight," Xiao Chen said coldly, deciding to make the first move.
After all, there was a difference in cultivation between him and Zhang He. If they fought for a long time, he would definitely be the one to reveal an opening. At that time, it was very likely that he would be killed in one strike.
"Lightning Evasion!"
There was a thunderous roar and Xiao Chen suddenly appeared behind Zhang He. The Lunar Shadow Saber created a black saber image in the air, hacking at Zhang He with lightning speed.
In the instant that Xiao Chen disappeared from his original spot, Zhang He already felt that something was wrong. After he heard the thunder, he immediately understood where Xiao Chen had landed.
Zhang He spread out his arms and bent his legs. With a ferocious leap, he left the ground. Behind him, the indistinct figure of a huge roc could be seen spreading its wings.
"This is the famous Movement Technique of the Misty Sword Sect's Supreme Elder, Heavenly Roc Spreading Wings. Legend has it that when it is practiced to Great Perfection, it can roam the four seas. Within a breath, it can fly a thousand kilometers," a knowledgeable person below said.
"Earlier, because of this Movement Technique, Xiao Jian could not even touch the corner of Zhang He's clothes. I originally thought that the Secret Technique that Xiao Chen executed would be able to resolve Xiao Jian's predicament. Looks like it is not possible," someone sighed.
Zhang He, who had leaped into the air, did not land on the ground. Instead, he strangely turned around and flew towards Xiao Chen like a huge bird.
Xiao Chen frowned slightly. He was astonished in his heart, Heavenly Roc Spreading Wings. It is indeed powerful. It can actually allow a person to leave the ground for a short period of time. It looks like the legends about it are very detailed.
"Bang!"
There was no time to think. Zhang He's speed was extremely fast, and the two of them exchanged moves.
Xiao Chen's cultivation realm was lower than Zhang He's. Although he could rely on the Blue Dragon Martial Spirit and its boundless strength, he was able to display a strength that surpassed his cultivation realm, he did not have a higher ranked Spirit Weapon in his hands.
However, Xiao Chen did not have a higher ranked Spirit Weapon, so he could not bring out the full might of the Azure Dragon Martial Spirit. In terms of absolute strength, he was still slightly inferior to Zhang He.
Furthermore, with Zhang He's Heavenly Roc Spreading Wings, this supreme Movement Technique's sword strike contained a strength that was close to that of a Martial Grand Master.
When the saber and sword clashed, the huge force transmitted from the sword caused Xiao Chen to feel extremely strained. His body flew backwards.
What was even more troublesome was that the Haotian Sword Qi from the sword had already surged into his body. The Holy Sword that had existed since ancient times had turned into Sword Qi that rampaged through Xiao Chen's meridians in a domineering manner.
As he retreated, Xiao Chen dispelled this terrifying Sword Qi. When he retreated to the edge of the arena, with one foot in the air, he finally dispelled this Sword Qi.
Hooking his feet to the ground, he somersaulted in the air and stood on the stage once more.
The people below all exclaimed. They originally thought that he would be sent flying out of the arena by Zhang He's sword. They never expected that he would still be standing on the arena in the end.
However, there were even more people who did not understand. It was such a good opportunity. Why did Zhang He not follow up with another sword strike? With that, he would be able to send Xiao Chen flying. They could not help but discuss it.
Hearing the discussions below, Zhang He was indeed suffering in his heart. Earlier, although his sword Qi had entered Xiao Chen's body, it was not able to withstand it. Although his Sword Qi had entered Xiao Chen's body, the electricity in Xiao Chen's saber had also entered his body.
The electricity formed by the Purple Thunder Divine Incantation was not much weaker than his Holy Sword Qi. If he did not dispel it, it would be a huge problem in the following battles.
"Again!"
After completely neutralizing the lightning glow, Zhang He shouted out explosively. The huge Heavenly Roc behind him actually let out a clear and bright cry.
His figure streaked through the air, leaving behind a series of afterimages. A two-meter-long sword light lit up on his sword. Using the speed of a waterfall, it carried a boundless aura as it flew towards Xiao Chen.
"The Heavenly Roc actually let out a cry. This is the second layer of the Heavenly Roc Spreading Wings. I did not expect him to have practiced this supreme Secret Technique to the second layer at such a young age."
"Indeed, this is too scary. Legend has it that the Sword Sage of the Misty Sword Sect was able to make the Heavenly Roc let out a divine cry. Without even making a move, it could shatter a person's heart and lungs."
"Furthermore, Zhang He even activated the supreme might of the Haotian Sword. With the Holy Sword and the Heavenly Roc, Xiao Chen will definitely lose!"
Facing the valiant Zhang He, the people below let out cries of alarm once again. Under such a strong might, everyone believed that Xiao Chen had no chance at all.
This move of Zhang He's could even hold his own against a Martial Grand Master. Even when the arena master saw Zhang He execute the second layer of the Heavenly Roc Spreading Wings, his expression changed.
Xiao Chen's expression turned grave as he looked at the sword flying towards him. He knew he could not hold back anymore, so he gently flipped the Lunar Shadow Saber in his hand.
The Lunar Shadow Saber started to spin rapidly and a surging Qi surged out. Everyone in the surroundings felt their bodies tremble.
The lightning on the sword lit up like a thunderbolt. The sky, which was already nearing dusk, seemed to have been ignited at this moment. The sun shone like fire, making it as bright as day.
However, what was even more horrifying was the tyrannical Qi that came from the saber. It was like the roar of a thunderous beast, or the arrival of a magnificent army; it was berserk and ferocious.
"Not good, this Spirit Weapon actually has a Demonic Core embedded in it. I'm afraid it is a Martial King Demonic Beast. Everyone, retreat quickly. If the Demonic Qi leaks out, ordinary cultivators would bleed from their seven orifices and die."
"This is too scary, there is actually a Spirit Weapon with a Demonic Core embedded in it."
The crowd was extremely horrified and scattered in all directions. However, they did not go far. Instead, they stood far away, watching the battle with excitement in their eyes.
Against Zhang He, who possessed the Haotian Sword, the crowd originally thought that it would be a one-sided battle. They did not expect that Xiao Chen actually had a Demonic Weapon. There had not been such an exciting battle in Mohe City for a long time, so naturally, they could not miss it.
Using the Movement Technique, Heavenly Roc Spreading Wings, coupled with the ancient Holy Sword, the Haotian Sword Qi clashed violently against the Lunar Shadow Saber with the Rank 6 Thunder Roc embedded in it.
"Boom!" When the electric light and the sword light clashed, a loud sound rang out from the arena. The crowd, who were far away, felt their eardrums tremble; it was simply too horrifying.
A trace of blood leaked out from the corner of Xiao Chen's mouth. He took a heavy step back, leaving behind a one meter deep footprint. It was clear what kind of pressure Xiao Chen was enduring.
Zhang He's body flew backward, using the Movement Technique, Heavenly Roc Spreading Wings. He moved around in the air, dissipating the force from the Lunar Shadow Saber.
With a gentle push, Zhang He's body landed firmly on the ground. His clothes fluttered and his long hair fluttered. Coupled with his handsome face, he looked extremely elegant.
This time, the two of them were actually evenly matched, unable to tell who had the upper hand.
Suppressing the surging Qi and blood in his body, Zhang He's eyes were as calm as still water. There was no longer any contempt in his eyes. He smiled faintly, "I really did not expect that you would have such a Demonic Weapon. However, as the saying goes, rare treasures belong to outstanding talents. If this is all you have today, then I will be taking this Demonic Weapon."
"Shadow Bearing Sword!"
Zhang He shouted loudly and casually tossed aside the sword in his hand. A sword image streaked across the sky. The Shadow Bearing Sword, which had been passed down in the Zhang Clan for hundreds of years, appeared in Zhang He's hands.
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