War Sovereign Soaring The Heavens

"Feng Yu actually comprehended the artistic conception of the 'nine heavy swords'!"

"It is indeed the number one sword cultivator recognized among the young generation of the Han Dynasty. It is really extraordinary. With only the eighth level of the Void Realm, he has already comprehended the 'Nine-fold Sword's artistic conception'!"

"Feng Yu's strength is stronger than Ye Lu from the Ye family who was killed just now!"

...

When Duan Lingtian was surprised, the entire Prison Arena boiled up, and everyone was shocked by Feng Yu's "Nine Heavy Swords Artistic Conception".

The artistic conception of the nine heavy swords!

Not unusual.

However, it is enough to shock people when they comprehend such an artistic conception.

Such savvy is really evil!

"The artistic conception of the nine heavy swords..."

Duan Lingtian found that Su Li, who was sitting next to him, was staring at Feng Yu, his eyes filled with burning intent.

Obviously, as a sword cultivator, Su Li developed a fighting spirit against Feng Yu.

"This Feng Yu is quite strong... However, he is seven or eight years older than Su Li. Therefore, in terms of talent and understanding, at present, he is not as good as Su Li."

Duan Lingtian thought to himself.

Of course, Duan Lingtian also knew that the help of the mysterious master behind Su Li was indispensable for Su Li to achieve such a great improvement in such a short period of time.

Perhaps, in the process of Su Li's cultivation, there was no shortage of spiritual fruit at all.

Even the 'shards of the artistic conception of the sword' are not lacking.

"Su Li, are you sure you'll meet him?"

Duan Lingtian Yuanli condensed his voice and asked with a smile.

"If you don't use the third-grade spiritual sword, I am no match for him... If you use the third-grade spiritual sword, he will definitely lose!"

Su Li Yuanli replied in a concentrated voice.

At this moment, Duan Lingtian could see it.

That Feng Yu,

When using Yuanli and the 'Nine-fold Sword's Artistic Conception', a spirit sword entwined with Yuanli appeared in his hand.

At the same time, on the void above Feng Yu's head, six phantoms of ancient horned dragons were added again, plus 3,800 phantoms of ancient giant elephants...

"Fourth Grade Spirit Sword!"

Duan Lingtian frowned, vaguely guessing where Su Li's confidence came from.

On cultivation.

Su Li is comparable to this Feng Yu.

On the artistic conception of the sword.

Su Li was one level behind, lacking the power of an entire ancient horned dragon.

On Spirit Sword.

The spirit sword in Su Li's hand is one level higher than the spirit sword in Feng Yu's hand, and has the power of more than one ancient horned dragon.

In terms of overall strength, Su Li is slightly better.

Of course, not many wins.

Generally speaking, if the two really had a bloody battle, they would be evenly matched, and it would be hard to tell the winner.

However, considering the strong self-confidence that Su Li showed just now, Duan Lingtian believes that Su Li must be sure of winning, or in other words, has the means to win.

For this, Duan Lingtian is not surprised.

Su Li's master is a strong swordsman from the 'outside'. He has studied swordsmanship for many years, and may have taught Su Li some powerful methods belonging to swordsmanship.

These methods are basically derived from sword skills, but they are better than sword skills themselves.

Just like a set of earth-level high-level sword skills, if it is further studied by a strong person who is proficient in sword cultivation, many things may be derived from it.

Even, he can perfect that set of sword skills to the point where he can catch up to the sky-level sword skills.

"Duan Lingtian, do you think this Feng Yu can defeat Zishang?"

Su Li asked suddenly.

Duan Lingtian's eyes locked on the two people above the prison arena.

At this moment, Feng Yu held the sword in one hand, and in the void above his head, twenty-six ancient horned dragon phantoms were surrounded by 3,800 ancient giant elephant phantoms like stars surrounding the moon.

Not only that, on Feng Yu's body, the raging Yuanli merged into a vast sword-shaped flame, which enveloped his whole body, making him seem like a sharp sword.

Compared with the current Feng Yu, Zi Shang stood there like an ordinary person.

There was not a single trace of vitality on his body.

Zi Shang stared at Feng Yu calmly, and finally opened his mouth slowly, answering Feng Yu's question just now, "Even if you are better than that Ye Lu, so what? In my eyes, whether it is him or you It's ants! I don't care about the strength of ants."

Zi Shang's tone was very calm, but the contempt contained in it made many people startled.

"Now, what do you think?"

Duan Lingtian looked at Su Li, instead of directly answering Su Li's question, he asked instead.

"It seems that he is another evildoer like you!"

Su Li felt the confidence in Zi Shang's words, smiled wryly and shook his head.

"This Zishang is really confident."

"He actually regards Feng Yu as an ant... but he doesn't know if he is really powerful, or if he is just playing tricks."

"His age is obviously younger than Feng Yu... Could it be that he has also comprehended the 'Nine Layers of Artistic Conception'?"

"As long as he's not playing tricks, he'll understand the 'nine layers of artistic conception' out of ten."

...

Prison Arena, where the atmosphere was originally calm, boiled again because of Zi Shang's words.

Some people think that Zi Shang is playing tricks.

Some people think that Zi Shang is really powerful.

"Ants?"

Feng Yu's complexion changed drastically, the sword-shaped flame on his body swelled up a bit, his eyes were sharp, staring at Zishang like a sword, "You, do you regard me as an ant?"

As the chief disciple of Yinxuanzong, the first sect of the Han Dynasty, Feng Yu has his own arrogance and dignity.

Today, he was so scorned by a person who was unknown in the Han Dynasty in the past. Deep in his heart, the killing intent kept brewing, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore and completely vented it.

Astonishing killing intent kept flashing in Feng Yu's eyes.

"Give you a chance... Kneel down and kowtow three times, I will spare your life."

Zi Shang ignored Feng Yu's words, stood in the air, his white clothes were calm and automatic, looked at Feng Yu calmly, and said slowly.

Kneel down and knock three times?

Zishang's words caused a group of spectators in the arena to burst into an uproar.

"Is this Zi Shang too crazy?"

"You want Feng Yu, the chief disciple of Yinxuanzong, to beg for mercy in front of him? He must be thinking too much!"

"I can't see it more and more now... Is this Zishang really powerful, or is he just trying to be mysterious?"

...

The confusion in the eyes of a group of spectators around Prison Arena grew deeper and deeper.

And more people are looking forward to the progress of the situation.

"Uncle Huang, it seems that your disciple is very confident in your own strength."

In the high-class auditorium exclusive to the royal family, the emperor of the Han Dynasty glanced at the old man in black beside him and said with a smile.

"Confidence is a good thing."

When the old man in black opened his mouth, his face was calm, and the ancient well was calm.

"Hmph! Zi Shang, I hope you don't slap yourself in the face."

A sneer appeared on the corner of Bai He's mouth.

But the faces of the senior leaders of Yinxuanzong who came here are extremely ugly at the moment.

Zi Shang despised and humiliated their chief disciple of Yin Xuanzong, just like humiliating Yin Xuanzong.

"Want to take my life? That depends on whether you have the ability."

Above the Prison Arena, Feng Yu was completely irritated and couldn't hold back any longer. With a movement of his body, his whole body turned into a sharp sword, setting off a terrifying wave of air and stabbing at Zishang.

At the same time as Feng Yu's figure flitted out, in front of him, the fourth-grade spiritual sword moved rhythmically, and finally turned into a sword light of nine grays, flitting out with him like a shadow, pointing directly at Zishang's vital point.

In extreme rage, he ordered a killer!

"It is Yin Xuanzong's prefecture-level high-level sword skill "Nine Sons Demon Sword"!"

Immediately, someone recognized Feng Yu's sword skill.

"Nine Sons Demon Sword", a sword skill with extremely astonishing attack power, once it is used, not only the person will turn into a sword, but even the spirit sword in the person's hand will turn into nine sharp sword lights, which is like a human being. The speed is the driving force, urging it out.

The attack power is strong, and the speed is not weak.

Among the many prefecture-level high-level sword skills, "Nine Sons Demon Sword" can be regarded as a top-level sword skill.

call out! call out! call out! call out! call out!

...

Nine streaks of gray sword light followed like a shadow, setting off bursts of ear-piercing howls of swords, sweeping towards Zi Shang's location.

At this moment, the hearts of the onlookers couldn't help suspending, and everyone watched the progress of the situation intently.

They are looking forward to the next scene.

"This Mr. Qin...it seems that he is really much stronger."

Duan Lingtian's attention has been on Zishang.

He found that from the beginning to the end, Zi Shang had a calm expression on his face. Mount Tai collapsed in front of him without changing his face, as if he didn't take Feng Yu seriously at all.

"Now, it's time for him to make a move."

Seeing that nine sword lights were about to penetrate Zi Shang's body, Duan Lingtian's heart trembled.

And almost at the moment Duan Lingtian thought of it.

Zi Shang moved.

call!

Duan Lingtian only saw a flash of white lightning, and the next moment, Zi Shang was already lifted into the air and reached a higher place.

At the same time, in Zishang's hands, there was an extra piece of Guqin that seemed simple and unsophisticated.

"It's not the original piano!"

With just one glance, Duan Lingtian recognized that this guqin is not the one that Zishang used to, "This Qin is a fourth-grade spiritual weapon."

call out! call out! call out! call out! call out!

...

And almost at the same time that Zishang took off into the sky, Feng Yu activated nine sword lights, followed by rising into the sky, and flew towards Zishang again.

The nine sword lights, as if they had eyes, continued to point at the vital parts of Zishang's body and plundered them.

It seems that if you don't kill Zishang, you won't give up.

"it's over."

And amidst the piercing howls of swords, Zi Shang's calm voice followed.

The next moment, all those with advanced cultivation levels could clearly see that Zishang's hand plucked a string of the Guqin in his hand, and then trembled suddenly.

In an instant, from Zi Shang's fingertips that were plucking the strings, a stream of condensed energy burst out, accompanied by a wisp of cyan-colored aura and a wisp of fiery-red aura.

"Zheng!"

Suddenly, an unpleasant piano sound resounded instantly, suppressing the continuous sound of sword whistling.

"So fast!"

Duan Lingtian's heart was shocked when he saw the solid 'Inch of Yuanli Mang' flashing out after Zishang plucked the strings.

too fast!

hum!

Immediately afterwards, Duan Lingtian only felt a flash in front of his eyes.

The next moment, the figure that rose into the sky and rushed towards Zishang in a menacing manner paused for a moment before continuing to soar into the sky.