Fortunately, Feng Yan's sword was only an ordinary sword. Otherwise, as long as it reached the level of a first-order spiritual weapon, there would be no need to imprint any martial arts will. The sharpness alone would be enough to cut off Ling Han's sword.
"The Crazy Sun Sword, smash it into pieces!" Feng Yan shouted, and the sword came forward. The sword flashed and turned into pieces of waves. The power was extremely terrifying.
"Such a strong sword intention!" Xie Chang exclaimed. At this time, the spirit infant realm decree had been put away, and everyone naturally got up from the ground to watch the duel between the young geniuses.
But some people glanced at Huniu and Yan Tianzhao, because these two people were actually able to resist the pressure of the Spiritual Infant Realm from the decree, which was really surprising and unexpected.
Xie Chang is known as the King of Swordsmen, and his swordsmanship skills are among the best in the Yu Kingdom. Even he exclaimed, which shows that Feng Yan's swordsmanship is indeed extraordinary.
"Yes!" Many people nodded. It was one thing to like Feng Yan or not, but to put it into perspective, Feng Yan's attainments in sword skills were indeed extraordinary. Otherwise, how could the Third Prince, Zhao Huan, and Can Ye be easily influenced by him? Defeated.
Ling Han was also slightly surprised. The power of this sword... reached the level of Xuan-level high-grade martial arts.
The Feng family cannot produce Xuan-level martial arts at all. In the entire Rain Kingdom, only the royal family probably has high-grade Xuan-level martial arts. It is certainly impossible for Feng Yan to get such a secret skill from the royal family. Therefore, he must have obtained it when he went to Dongyue Sect. teach.
Not bad, not bad. No wonder he can be favored by a strong man in the Spiritual Infant Realm. Feng Yan should have only practiced this sword technique for more than a month, but he has already practiced this sword technique to a very proficient level, at least 20 to 30% mastered. The essence of it shows that his martial arts talent is indeed extraordinary.
But it’s just extraordinary.
Ling Han let out a long roar, swung his long sword, and moved the sword skills of the four seasons towards Feng Yan.
This set of swordsmanship was passed down to Liu Yutong by him, and it was also a martial art he had used in his previous life. There was no need to break it in at all. It came out naturally and smoothly as soon as his thoughts changed, and the drizzle was hazy, like a continuous spring rain.
These drizzles are transformed by Ling Han's Yuan Power. As long as it sticks to his body, the Yuan Power can cause terrible damage when it enters the body.
"What a sword!" Many people praised Ling Han's sword.
In the world of martial arts, swords and knives are the two most commonly used weapons. Feng Yan's sword skills have attracted the admiration of swordsmen, while Ling Han's sword skills have been praised by swordsmen.
"This young man's sword spirit is not as strong as Feng Yan's!"
"Yes, to be honest, if my cultivation reaches the gushing spring level, I may not be able to produce such a strong swordsmanship."
"Strange, why do I have a feeling that the sword's intention is not yet exhausted and I have reservations?"
"Hey, you think so too?"
Feng Yan roared loudly and came with a sword.
Ding!
With a crisp sound, a sound wave rippled, vibrating in all directions. The human warriors under the Wellspring Realm all bleed from their ears, noses, and eyes. They looked extremely miserable, and even in the Wellspring Realm, many people could not help but Cover your ears.
Ling Han and Feng Yan were shaken back one after another. They were evenly matched in this attack, and it was difficult to compare.
"I'm looking down on you!" Feng Yan snorted coldly, and made a circle with his long sword, creating a sharp sword light that surged like a waterfall, "The sword rolls three thousand feet, and kills all the enemies in the world!"
Xie Chang's hand trembled and he couldn't help but touch the handle of the knife, with fighting intent flashing in his eyes.
This kind of sword intention made him feel itchy and he couldn't help but want to fight.
"The sword strike just now was not his full strength?"
"Oh my God, I'm already so strong, and I can actually improve it again. It's terrible!"
"Now, Ling Han can only retreat!"
Amid everyone's exclamations, Ling Han rolled his long sword and the spring rain reappeared. But just for a moment, the artistic conception of the sword technique changed, from the continuous spring rain to the summer thunder, with rumbling and endless thunder. , deafening!
"What!" Everyone was shocked.
"Serial sword?"
"How is it possible that a new sword can be struck before one sword is finished?"
"And this sword intention changes so naturally, as if it makes people feel like they have gone from spring to summer, following the way of heaven."
"No wonder the sword strike just now left me with a feeling that it was still unfinished. It turns out that the sword's power was continuous and not exhausted at all!"
"It's terrible, how does this guy practice!"
But that's it
Ling Han's sword intention changed again, and the autumn wind blew, a little bleak and full of murderous intent. Then it turned into winter, with endless white snow flying, making people couldn't help but fold their arms and feel chilly.
"One sword with four sword intentions!"
"Oh my god, what a pervert! It's so perverted! How is this possible!"
Everyone was stunned. This was completely beyond their understanding. Such swordsmanship should not appear in the world at all.
Ling Han showed a faint smile. The sword skills of the Four Seasons were combined into one, and the power was close to the earth-level martial arts. If he did not have a trace of the divine consciousness of the heaven and human realm, he would not be able to transform the sword skills so smoothly. And once there is stagnation, the Four Seasons will be There is a gap, and the power is not as powerful as a season of swordsmanship.
Spring rain, summer thunder, autumn wind, and winter snow, Ling Han controlled four kinds of sword intent and blasted at Feng Yan mightily.
Feng Yan couldn't help but his face changed drastically. If Ling Han only used sword skills for a season, he would be completely fearless and could even suppress him with the domineering sword skills. But the sword skills of the Four Seasons are connected into one, and the effect of one plus one is greater than two.
This is a sword formation, equivalent to four people joining forces. No matter how strong he is, can he fight against four Ling Hans at the same time
He roared angrily, sank the long knife downwards, stopped his attack, and stepped hard with his right foot, forcing his body back.
Boom, the sword shadow surged, but it was in vain. It just cut all the nearby tables and chairs into pieces and danced all over the sky.
Whoosh, whoosh, Feng Yan kept breathing heavily. He had just stopped his attack forcefully, which was equivalent to hitting himself. It was extremely uncomfortable. He quickly swallowed a pill and stared at Ling Han with a strong look of fear.
He could see that Ling Han's sword contained four sets of sword techniques and four sword intentions. If it were just any one, he wouldn't be afraid at all, but the power of the Four Seasons Alliance was too great, and even he didn't dare to use it directly.
hateful! hateful!
Originally, he could crush Ling Han to death with just a raise of his hand, but at that time, he had not yet received the approval of the Dongyue Sect. He was a little cautious and wanted to save Ling Han's life until three months later.
Unexpectedly, a single thought caused his brother to die in Ling Han's hands, and now he has the strength to fight against him!
Isn't this kid growing up too fast
Get rid of it, you must get rid of it!
Feng Yan took out the decree again, opened the ground, and a powerful pressure swept over him, bang bang bang, everyone knelt down and sat on the ground again, and they all became shorter.
"Death!" Feng Yan regarded the decree as a whip and whipped it towards Ling Han. Characters flashed on the front, which was eerie and inexplicable.