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"Feng Yu actually understood the 'Impression of the Nine-fold Sword'!"
"He is worthy of being recognized as the number one sword cultivator among the young generation of our Han Dynasty. He is indeed extraordinary. He has only entered the eighth level of the Void Realm and has already understood the 'Impression of the Nine-fold Sword'!"
"Feng Yu is stronger than Ye Lu of the Ye family who was killed just now!"
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When Duan Lingtian was surprised, the entire prison arena began to boil, and everyone was shocked by the 'Impression of the Nine-fold Sword' displayed by Feng Yu.
The artistic conception of the Nine-fold Sword!
Not unusual.
But the eighth-level warrior who has entered the virtual realm can comprehend such an artistic conception, which is enough to shock people.
Such understanding is really evil!
"The artistic conception of the Ninefold Sword..."
Duan Lingtian found that Su Li, who was sitting next to him, was now staring at Feng Yu, his eyes filled with burning fighting spirit.
It was obvious that Su Li, who was also a sword cultivator, had a fighting spirit towards Feng Yu.
"This Feng Yu is pretty good... However, he is seven or eight years older than Su Li. Therefore, in terms of talent and understanding, as of now, he is not as good as Su Li."
Duan Lingtian thought to himself.
Of course, Duan Lingtian also knew that Su Li could achieve such a great improvement in such a short period of time without the help of the mysterious master behind Su Li.
Perhaps, during Su Li's cultivation process, there was no shortage of spiritual fruits at all.
Even the 'Sword Concept Fragments' are not lacking.
"Su Li, are you confident about facing him?"
Duan Lingtian Yuanli asked with a smile.
"If I don't use the third-grade spiritual sword, I am no match for him... If I use the third-grade spiritual sword, he will definitely lose!"
Su Li Yuanli concentrated his voice and replied.
At this time, Duan Lingtian could see it.
When that Feng Yu used his Yuan Power and the 'Imagination of the Nine-fold Sword', a spiritual sword wrapped in Yuan Power appeared in his hand.
At the same time, in the void above Feng Yu's head, six ancient horned dragon phantoms were added again, plus 3,800 ancient giant elephant phantoms...
"Fourth-grade spiritual sword!"
Duan Lingtian raised his eyebrows, vaguely guessing where Su Li's confidence came from.
On cultivation.
Lidya Su is comparable to this Feng Yu.
On the artistic conception of sword.
Su Li was one level behind, lacking the power of an ancient horned dragon.
On the Spiritual Sword.
The spiritual sword in Su Li's hand is one level higher than the spiritual 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 much is won.
Generally speaking, if two people really fight in a bloody battle, they will be evenly matched and it will be difficult to tell the winner.
However, thinking about the strong self-confidence that Su Li showed just now, Duan Lingtian believed that Su Li was definitely sure of winning, or in other words, he had the means to win.
Duan Lingtian was not surprised by this.
Su Li's master is a strong swordsman from outside the territory. He has studied the swordsmanship for many years and may have taught Su Li some powerful methods of swordsmanship.
These methods are basically derived from sword skills, but they are better than the 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.
He can even perfect his sword skills to the point where they can catch up with heaven-level sword skills.
"Duan Lingtian, do you think this Feng Yu can defeat Zi Shang?"
Su Li suddenly asked.
Duan Lingtian's eyes locked on the two people above the Prison Arena.
At this moment, Feng Yu was holding a sword in one hand. In the void above his head, the phantoms of twenty-six ancient horned dragons were surrounded by the phantoms of 3,800 ancient giant elephants like stars over the moon.
Not only that, in Feng Yu's body, the raging Yuan Power merged into a vast sword-shaped flame, covering his entire body, making him seem to have turned into a sharp sword.
Compared with Feng Yu now, Zi Shang stood there as if he was an ordinary person.
There is no trace of Yuanli on his body.
Zi Shang stared at Feng Yu calmly, and finally spoke slowly, answering Feng Yu's question just now, "Even if you are better than Na Ye Lu, so what? In my eyes, whether it is him or you, It's an ant! I don't care about the strength of the ants."
Zi Shang's tone was calm, but the contempt contained in it made many people startled.
"Now, what do you think?"
Duan Lingtian looked at Su Li and asked instead instead of directly answering Su Li's question.
"It seems that he is another monster like you!"
Su Li felt the confidence in Zi Shang's words and shook his head with a wry smile.
"This Zi Shang 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 being mysterious."
"He is obviously younger than Feng Yu... Could it be that he has also comprehended the 'Nine Levels of Artistic Realm'?"
"As long as he is not trying to make things up, he will most likely understand the 'nine levels of artistic conception'."
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The atmosphere in the Prison Arena, which was originally calm, became boiling again because of Zi Shang's words.
Some people think that Zi Shang is being mysterious.
Some people think that Zi Shang is really powerful.
"Ants?"
Feng Yu's expression changed drastically, and the sword-shaped flames on his body surged a bit. His eyes were stern, staring at Zi Shang like a sword, "Do you regard me as an ant?"
As the chief disciple of the Yinxuan Sect, the first sect of the Han Dynasty, Feng Yu has his own pride and dignity.
Today, he was so despised by a person who was unknown in the Han Dynasty in the past. Deep in his heart, murderous intention kept brewing, and finally he couldn't hold it back anymore and let it out completely.
Astonishing murderous intent flashed across Feng Yu's eyes.
"Give you a chance...kneel down and kowtow three times, and I will spare your life."
Zi Shang ignored Feng Yu's words and stood in the sky, wearing white clothes without wind. He looked at Feng Yu calmly and said slowly.
Kneel down and kowtow three times?
Zi Shang's words made a group of spectators in the prison arena couldn't help but burst into uproar.
"Is this Zi Shang too crazy?"
"You actually want Feng Yu, the chief disciple of Yinxuan Sect, to beg for mercy in front of him? He must be overthinking it!"
"I can't see through it more and more now... Is this Zi Shang really powerful, or is he just being mysterious?"
…
The confusion in the eyes of a group of spectators around the prison arena is getting deeper and deeper.
And more people are looking forward to the progress of the situation.
"Uncle Emperor, it seems that your disciple is very confident in his own strength."
In the exclusive upper-class auditorium for the royal family, the Emperor of the Han Dynasty glanced at the old man in black next to him and said with a smile.
"Confidence is a good thing."
When the old man in black spoke, his face was calm and unruffled.
"Hmph! Zi Shang, I hope you don't slap yourself in the face."
A sneer appeared at the corner of Bai He's mouth.
But the faces of the senior officials of Yinxuan Sect who came here were extremely ugly at this moment.
Zi Shang despised and humiliated their chief disciple of Yin Xuan Sect, which was no different from humiliating Yin Xuan Sect.
"Want to take my life? It depends on whether you have the ability."
Above the Prison Arena, Feng Yu was completely irritated and could no longer hold back. With a movement of his body, his whole body seemed to turn into a sharp sword, setting off a terrifying wave of air and stabbing Zi Shang.
At the same time that Feng Yu's figure swept out, in front of him, the fourth-grade spiritual sword rhythmically turned into nine gray sword lights, following him like a shadow, pointing directly at Zi Shang's vitals.
In anger, he killed him!
"It's Yinxuanzong's earth-level high-level sword skill "Nine Sons Demonic Sword"!"
Suddenly, someone recognized the sword skills performed by Feng Yu.
"Nine Sons Demonic Sword" is a sword skill with extremely amazing attack power. Once it is used, not only the person will turn into a sword, but also the spiritual sword in the person's hand will turn into nine sharp sword lights. The speed is the driving force, and it is driven out.
The attack power is strong and the speed is not weak either.
Among the many earth-level high-level sword skills, "Nine Sons Demonic Sword" can be regarded as the best sword skill.
call out! call out! call out! call out! call out!
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Nine gray sword lights came like a shadow, setting off waves of harsh sword whistles, sweeping toward Zi Shang's location.
At this moment, the onlookers couldn't help but feel anxious, and everyone watched the progress of the situation intently.
They were looking forward to the next scene.
"This Mr. Qin... seems to be much stronger."
Duan Lingtian's attention has been on Zi Shang.
He found that from beginning to end, Zi Shang had a calm expression, as if he didn't take Feng Yu seriously at all.
"Now, it's time for him to take action."
Seeing that the nine sword lights were about to penetrate Zi Shang's body, Duan Lingtian was shocked.
And almost at the moment Duan Lingtian's thoughts came to an end.
Zi Shang moved.
call!
Duan Lingtian only saw a streak of white lightning passing by, and the next moment, Zi Shang had risen into the sky and reached a higher place.
At the same time, in Zi Shang's hand, there was an ancient-looking guqin.
"It's not the original piano!"
With just one glance, Duan Lingtian recognized that this guqin was not the one from Zi Shang's past. "This guqin is a fourth-grade spiritual weapon."
call out! call out! call out! call out! call out!
…
And almost at the same time as Zi Shang rose into the sky, Feng Yu activated nine sword lights, followed by rising into the sky, and swept towards Zi Shang again.
The nine sword lights seemed to have eyes as they continued to point at the vital parts of Zi Shang's body.
It seems that he will not give up until he kills Zi Shang.
"it's over."
And amidst the harsh sword whistles, Zi Shang's calm voice followed.
The next moment, those with advanced cultivation levels present could clearly see Zi Shang's hand plucking one of the strings of the guqin in his hand, and then it suddenly trembled.
In an instant, from the fingertips of Zi Shang's plucking the strings, a wisp of solid Yuan Power burst out, accompanied by a wisp of cyan Gang Qi and a wisp of fiery red Gang Qi.
"Zheng!"
Suddenly, an unpleasant piano sound suddenly sounded, overwhelming the continuous sounds of sword whistles.
"So fast!"
Duan Lingtian was shocked when he saw the solid 'Yuanli Cungang' that flashed out instantly after Zi Shang plucked the strings.
too fast!
Buzz!
Immediately afterwards, Duan Lingtian felt a flash before his eyes.
The next moment, the figure that rose into the sky and rushed toward Zi Shang menacingly paused for a moment before continuing to soar into the sky.
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