At that moment, the atmosphere in the area became extremely tense. No one dared to stand in the middle of the battle between the two peerless experts. Very quickly, the longsword in the Immortal Martial Practitioner's hand quietly left his hand and gradually floated in front of him.
The longsword continuously trembled, gradually blossoming with a resplendent divine light once again. However, this time, the resplendent light was not too dazzling, but it was not to be underestimated.
The Immortal Martial Practitioner slowly closed his eyes and extended his hand. However, he did not grasp the sword's hilt, but placed it on the blade instead.
"What is he trying to do?"
Upon seeing this astonishing scene, quite a few people involuntarily cried out in alarm. What was this Immortal martial practitioner planning to do next? Fenghao's eyebrows were tightly knitted together. There was a faint premonition in his heart.
"Awakening the Sword Spirit with fresh blood."
Immediately, there were some people who seemed to have recognized this method, their faces abruptly becoming incomparably shocked. Feng Hao also noticed this and his expression changed slightly. Sword Spirit.
It was rumored that in the distant past, there was a line of sword cultivators. They did not mainly focus on powerful sword techniques, nor did they focus on frightening Sword Qi. Instead, they focused on Sword Spirits. Every single sword in their body was equivalent to their life. From a young age, they would constantly use their own blood to nurture their longsword, so as to awaken the true spirit within the longsword.
No one knew exactly how this method worked. However, one thing was certain. Once the Sword Spirit within the longsword was awakened, its power would simply be exceptionally terrifying. There were even many records of this in the ancient books.
Immediately, when he saw that this Immortal martial practitioner actually knew this kind of secret technique, Feng Hao's expression became much more cautious. Both of his hands stealthily formed a series of seals. On the surface of his body, a mysterious pattern that seemed to be continuously growing from the depths of his body started to quietly appear. A moment later, the surface of his body was already covered with these mysterious symbols. Suddenly, the aura of his entire body started to crazily soar.
"Desolate Mysteries."
Feng Hao let out a deep and furious roar. Immediately after, his entire body suddenly underwent an earth-shattering transformation.
His original height of 1.8 meters directly grew once again, and the sound of bones continuously rang out from within his body. As the runes on the surface of his body continuously flickered with resplendent divine light, Feng Hao practically did not feel any pain.
He only felt that within his body, there was a powerful energy that could not be described with words surging. His entire body was like a bucket filled with water, and that boundless energy was about to surge out.
"Chi."
A faint sound rang out, and two clusters of gentle nine-coloured divine light suddenly appeared behind Feng Hao's back. In merely a breath's time, there was a pair of enormous nine-coloured wings that continuously flapped. At this moment, Feng Hao's aura had also climbed to the peak.
In the face of such a state of Feng Hao, the Immortal Martial Practitioner's expression became extremely grave. Until now, he was still unable to sense Feng Hao's true strength. In his probing, he had a vague feeling that there seemed to be an extremely powerful energy hidden within Feng Hao's body, so powerful that even he could not contend against it.
Of course, the Immortal Martial Practitioner guessed that this might be his misconception, or perhaps it was because of the state that Feng Hao was currently displaying, which had already caused him to have this misconception. However, he was not a weakling, and knew that under such pressure, if he did not have any tricks up his sleeves, he would likely be crushed by the other party.
"Roar."
The Immortal Martial Practitioner furiously roared, and his face suddenly flushed red. Under everyone's gazes, his hand actually grabbed onto the blade of the sword. Regardless of the fact that the sharp blade had cut open his palm, fresh blood continuously flowed out.
Fresh blood continuously flowed from his five fingers, and all of this fresh blood fused into the body of the sword. The longsword that floated in front of him also strangely began to absorb his fresh blood, and gradually, the sword turned bright red.
Such a shocking scene had indeed frightened quite a few people. Following the change in the color of the longsword, the aura of the Immortal cultivator instantly became like a leaking balloon. Even his face instantly became incomparably pale, as if he had exhausted too much energy.
But at this moment, the longsword floating in front of him was constantly trembling, emitting a bewitching red divine light. Just a glance at it was enough to make one tremble.
"Go."
The Immortal Martial Practitioner looked at the longsword that had practically fused with all of his power, and the corner of his lips slightly rose into a sneer. He completely disregarded the injury on his palm, and directly pointed at Feng Hao with his two fingers clasped together.
"Buzz."
In an instant, the energy ripples between the heavens and earth instantly became berserk, and the energy within a hundred mile radius seemed to be vaguely absorbed by the longsword. In just a brief moment, a blood-red divine light streaked across the space like a bolt of lightning, rapidly shooting towards Feng Hao.
Wherever the blood-red longsword passed, a black crack would appear in the space. It silently pierced through the sky, as if it was going to directly pierce through Feng Hao's heart.
Facing such a powerful attack, Feng Hao took a deep breath, and his expression became incomparably grave. At this moment, in his eyes, the thing that was constantly shooting towards him was no longer a simple longsword, but a True Spirit.
It was as if he was facing a True Spirit formed from a longsword, and it possessed unparalleled terrifying energy. The wings on Feng Hao's back constantly flickered, and in the next instant, a ball of weak nine-coloured divine light condensed in his palm.
A faint dragon roar resounded. This time, he had no choice but to use the Nine Extreme Heavenly Wrath, because his opponent had used his strongest trump card. As an existence that was an entire realm lower than him, only the Nine Extreme Heavenly Wrath could contend against it.
Immediately, the sky was instantly covered by dark clouds. From time to time, bright lightning would flash past, causing the entire region to become incomparably oppressive. Of course, this was only a matter of an instant. After Fenghao had completely condensed his aura, the red divine light that was rapidly advancing like lightning had already arrived in front of him, leaving behind a long black crack in space.
"Buzz."
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