Chapter 129- Phenomenal Battle!

Chapter 129

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Long feng had finally used his demon Dao energy!

The expanding demon energy paused, then gushed back at Long feng like a tide. The demon energy condensed around him and hid his figure completely.

The crowd were completely shaken. After they thought that he was defeated, he actually revealed a hidden trump card, his Dao energy!

And what's more? He had actually comprehended his own Dao in before reaching the peak Yin level!

The crowd would have gone crazy if they learnt that Long feng had already comprehend his Dao while in the fourth Yin realm!

And he was a demon cultivator?

"Elder brother Han, this junior is in awe of your might." Long feng's voice sounded from the demon energy.

Han Man nodded.

"You aren't bad yourself" he replied.

Long feng nodded imperceptibly.

"Then forgive my disrespect!" As he said this, his figure vanished and reappeared behind Han Man like a ghost. Coupled with his demon energy, he really resembled the ghosts of the legends!

Without pause, Long feng stabbed his sword into Han Man's back, but he didn't feel like he had struck anything solid.

It was actually only an afterimage!

Han Man appeared some meters away from Long feng, making the latter praise his movement technique.

Unfazed, Long feng attacked with a wide sweep of his sword in a way that Han Man could not avoid. He could only fight head on.

*CLANG*

         A thin longsword appeared in Han Man's grasp. Han Man swung his longsword and unleashed an ice cold sword energy which stopped Long feng's attack.

*Whoosh!*

Long feng shot towards Han Man immediately and leapt into the air as he brought down the Sovereign sword above Han Man's head.

Han Man lifted his longsword horizontal and deflected Long feng's strike, sweeping him aside.

"Myriad ice swords!" Han Man shouted. His sword floated above his head as hundreds of sword shadows appeared, shooting towards Long feng.

"Zenith dragon strike!" Long feng's voice sounded from within the demon cloud as he waved his sword. A faint dragon roar sounded as a pitch black flood dragon phantom emerged from the sword, radiating sharp sword energies and collided against the sword shadows.

*BOOM*

Both the sword shadows and the flood dragon phantom dissipated after the collision.

Han Man's hands danced in the air like butterflies as he formed hand seals. The sword above his head buzzed in excitement as it released a burst of cutting ice sword energies. The sword energies gathered to form a fifty meter large sword that covered half of the arena. The sword was pure white, a sharp contrast to Long feng's demon energy as it emanated an overwhelmingly powerful sword aura, as though it could severe the sky and mountains in two!

Starting at the huge sword, Long feng had a feeling of trepidation.

"Nine zenith sword strike!" He waved his sword nine times in a seemingly disordered and anxious manner, but the Nine sword shadows contained a mysterious yet all conquering aura hidden within them! The Nine sword shadows mutually restrained and reinforced each other as it cut towards Han Man.

With a single thought from Han Man, the huge sword behind him shot forward and deflected Long feng's strike.

*Whoosh*

A blinding light erupted from the center of the arena as the two sword strikes destroyed each other. Han Man took three steps backwards as a line of blood flowed out of his mouth while Long feng was almost thrown out of the arena with a long finger deep sword wound across his chest. He spurted a mouthful of blood as he revolved his inner energy to stop the bleeding from his chest injury.

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      The crowd watched with their tongues tied. No one spoke a word as they witnessed a legend being made!

This battle was simply phenomenal! All they could see were black and white energies colliding constantly due to Long feng and Han Man's overwhelming speed.

The black and white energies each dominated half of the arena and collided without anyone having the advantage. The demon energy would occasionally suppress the ice energy only to be overpowered suppressed by the ice energy.

The situation remained in a stalemate for an entire incense stick worth of time before the two parties moved back simultaneously.

The crowd were shocked to discover that both sides were battered and riddled with small sword cuts all over their bodies, but Long feng's injures were slightly more severe, though they were healing faster. That meant that Han Man had a slight advantage over him.

But it was only natural. That was because Han Man was a genuine Yang realm cultivator and he could control a martial power which was above the Yin level martial power; Yang level martial power!

The Yang cultivators could use the surrounding Yang energy as they pleased while Long feng was only using the Yin level martial power. It was mainly natural for him to be at a slight disadvantage.

         Long feng stared at Han Man for a moment, before he look down on his hand which was wielding the Sovereign sword. The current Yin armament Sovereign sword could be said to have been destroyed completely! The blade of the sword was chipped and dented in many places and it's spirituality had been destroyed. It could now exert the power equal to a half Yin armament at most.

That was because Han Man's sword was a low grade half-spirit armament! It was an entire grade above the Sovereign sword, so the Sovereign sword was damaged from the battle.

Long feng sighed, feeling sad. The Sovereign sword was given to him by his adoptive father back at the Long clan a year ago, during the Long clan's Meeting. It had followed him since then for almost a year and now, it was destroyed. He felt pained.

During this period, his injuries were wriggling and healing at a frightening pace. His injuries which were more severe than Han Man's had actually half healed while Han Man's injuries were only healing at half Long feng's healing speed.

His body's healing abilities were top notch and not something Han Man could compare to due to the three Dragons within his dantian.

Putting the Sovereign sword away, Long feng sported a dignified expression as he reached out into the void. A pitch black longsword appeared in his grasp. The sword had intricate runes on its blade which contained unbelievable power. The aura it emanated was above what any half spirit armament could possess.

Immediately it appeared, a powerful pressure descended upon the entire grand arena!

Even those seated on the highest viewing platform were being suppressed by this pressure. One by one, their eyes widened.

"Is that what I think it is?" The Mortal heaven sect's Sect Master's eyes bulged as he struggled to offset the pressure of the sword.

"A spirit armament!" Old man Jian blurted out as he sat upright.

Everyone gasped as greed slowly filled their hearts.

A spirit armament!

A supreme weapon!

Even the Jianhai clan possessed only a single low grade spirit armament which was the treasured heirloom of the clan, passed on from generation to generation!

And old man Jian felt that this pitch black spirit armament was likely to be a mid grade or even top grade armament!

The Jianhai clan's Spirit armament was a far cry from this pitch black sword in Long feng's grasp! Even he felt moved, but at the same time, he also felt cautious of Long feng's identity. All he knew was that Long feng was a disciple of Mortal heaven sect, but with his talent and heritage, even being from the Yihua Clan wasn't impossible. What if he was the young Lord of a powerful sect which the Jianhai clan couldn't afford to provoke? Otherwise, where did he got a spirit armament from?

"The Origin Spirit Sword!" Someone nearby shouted, disbelief written on his face.

All eyes turned to that person. It was a Yang level junior of sword mountain.

"What are you saying?" Old man Jian asked with.a grim voice. He had naturally heard of the Origin Spirit Sword which was stolen from the Origin Spirit Land with the entire Origin Spirit Palace by a mysterious person. It was natural that he was surprised to hear this junior's words.

"This… this is clearly the Origin Spirit Sword! Back then when we entered the Spirit Palace, there was an altar which could only be unlocked by a sword. The brat who was posing as Wuma Jie brought out a spirit armament sword and unlocked the altar, thereby stealing the palace and the sword. This was the exact same sword!" The sword mountain youth shouted.

"Are you sure of what you are saying?" Old man Jian asked in an excited voice.

"I am definitely not mistaken!" The youth replied.

Many elders suddenly thought,

"Then this Long feng is the same mysterious youth named 'Feng' who wreaked havoc throughout the province?" An elder of a sect asked.

"Named Feng, almost the same cultivation, demon Dao… this is definitely the thief!" Old man Jian replied with certainty.

"The bastard!" An old man cursed, glaring at Long feng's figure with the filled eyes. He was an elder of the Wuma clan which Long feng had practically robbed of fifty years of wealth!

There was absolutely no doubt that Long feng was the reason for the uproar throughout the province recently.

"Let's wait and watch how things progress for now" old man Jian narrowed his eyes.

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         On the arena, Han Man frowned as he stared at the pitch black longsword. He could naturally recognize this spirit armament from the Spirit Palace. It turned out Long feng was actually the thief!

Before he could figure out what to do, Long feng swept the spirit armament in his direction. A pitch black sword energy cut the air towards Han Man, who hastily lifted his weapon to block the strike.

A blinding light erupted and when the dust settled, Han Man was pushed backwards as he spat out blood, shocked to find that although he had blocked the strike, his sword had been sliced cleanly into two!

He felt his heart bleeding. This was his best weapon, yet it couldn't withstand a single strike!

As long as Long feng held the spirit armament, Han Man was simply not his opponent!