allonlinenovel Chapter 70 Sword Shadow Storm Battles a Powerful Enemy, Blood Dragon Dances to Break Through the Des
Chapter 70 Sword Shadow Storm Battles a Powerful Enemy, Blood Dragon Dances to Break Through the Des
"I'm sorry, but I never leave anyone alive in a fight. Today, one of us will die!" Han Yi struggled to his feet, his eyes blazing. He raised his longsword again, the blade flashing with light, revealing his resolute determination.
Looking into Han Yi's unwavering gaze, Zhao Lingfeng felt a surge of fear, but how could he back down so easily?
"Hmph, how arrogant! You think you can take my life?" He waved his folding fan, and a sharp beam of light shot towards Han Yi like lightning. Han Yi dodged to the side, nimbly avoiding the beam, and then charged towards Zhao Lingfeng again like a cheetah, brandishing his longsword and creating a gust of wind.
At this moment, a fierce wind howled across the battlefield, swirling sand and dust, as if cheering on this life-or-death battle. A sudden flash of madness crossed Han Yi's eyes. At this critical juncture, he made a startling move—consuming another Blood Dragon Ginseng. Without hesitation, he stuffed the ginseng into his mouth, chewed it quickly a few times, and swallowed. Instantly, an even more violent force exploded within him. The powerful medicinal effects surged through his meridians like a raging torrent. Han Yi's body trembled slightly, a look of pain on his face, but his eyes remained unwavering.
The medicinal effects of the Blood Dragon Ginseng surged within Han Yi's body like a raging torrent, as if he were in the heart of a storm. The surrounding spiritual energy, affected by this powerful force, became chaotic and restless. A howling wind swept in, violently whipping Han Yi's clothes, making a rustling sound, and his hair danced wildly in the gale.
Han Yi's spiritual energy began to undergo strange changes. The originally surging spiritual energy gradually gathered, flowing into each of the 108 acupoints throughout his body. After solidifying, it circulated to the next acupoint, forming countless naturally circulating cycles. Finally, the purified spiritual energy returned to his dantian, which also quietly changed and slowly expanded as it merged with this spiritual energy.
At a certain moment, Han Yi's dantian fully expanded, and he stepped into the Foundation Establishment Realm. A powerful pressure emanated from him, and the surrounding air seemed to be distorted by the shockwave. The gale around him howled even more fiercely, as if cheering for his breakthrough.
Han Yi opened his eyes, his gaze gleaming with excitement and confidence. He looked at Zhao Lingfeng and roared, "Die!" Then he charged towards Zhao Lingfeng, brandishing his longsword. The "Sword Breaking a Thousand Pounds" technique, which previously required gathering energy, could now be unleashed with ease. A sharp sword aura shot out, instantly slicing through the sky like a dazzling lightning bolt, its power chilling to the bone.
Seeing Han Yi break through again in such a short time, reaching the initial stage of Foundation Establishment, Zhao Lingfeng was overwhelmed with shock and unease. His eyes widened in disbelief, his brows furrowed tightly. But being a seasoned veteran, he quickly regained his composure, gripping his folding fan tightly, a resolute glint in his eyes.
"Hmph, so what if you break through? You still can't escape death today." Zhao Lingfeng snorted angrily, his lips slightly downturned. He swung his folding fan sharply, and a powerful beam of light shot towards Han Yi like an arrow. The light was dazzling and seemed to be able to penetrate everything. Han Yi showed no fear, his eyes were firm, he slightly raised his chin, and decisively met the attack with his longsword.
The two engaged in fierce combat once more. This time, Han Yi, relying on his initial Foundation Establishment stage strength, unleashed a new skill, "Sword Shadow Storm." His longsword danced like a whirlwind, layers upon layers of sword shadows sweeping towards Zhao Lingfeng like a raging storm. Each sword shadow contained immense power, seemingly capable of tearing through the void. Wherever the sword shadows passed, the air was sliced apart with a sharp whistling sound, and deep cracks were carved into the ground. The surrounding boulders shattered under the impact of the sword shadows, the fragments shooting out like bullets, striking the distant mountain walls with dull thuds, instantly creating countless small craters on the cliff face.
Seeing this, Zhao Lingfeng immediately unleashed his new skill, "Spirit Shield Protection." He brandished his folding fan, chanting incantations, and a dazzling beam of light shot forth from it. The light rapidly spread, condensing into a massive, semi-transparent spirit shield before him. The shield exuded a mysterious aura, its surface adorned with intricate patterns, seemingly containing boundless power. Wherever the shield passed, space trembled slightly, forming a solid defensive line that withstood Han Yi's storm of sword shadows. Light flowed across the shield, continuously neutralizing the impact of the sword shadows, making it indestructible.
The sword shadows and light collided fiercely, unleashing a deafening roar. The powerful impact seemed to distort and warp the surrounding air, and space itself appeared to twist briefly. However, in this intense clash, the folding fan in Zhao Lingfeng's hand ultimately could not withstand such immense force. With a loud "bang," the folding fan shattered instantly, its fragments scattering like meteors. Zhao Lingfeng was thrown back by the recoil, his face showing astonishment and anger.
Sword shadows and light intertwined, dazzling the eye. The surrounding ground was cratered and dusty from their impact. Debris flew everywhere as if swept by a gale. Trees in the distance snapped their branches under the powerful shockwave, leaves swirling in the air, and even the miasma was dispersed.
Seeing Zhao Lingfeng retreat several feet, Han Yi did not let his guard down. He kept a close eye on him, looking for an opening, and striving to kill him with one blow.
Instead of getting angry, Zhao Lingfeng laughed and said "good" several times.
"Good! Good! Good! Young man, you've actually managed to push me to this point, which makes me have to look at you in a new light. Heavenly Sword! Appear!"
Zhao Lingfeng roared. In this life-or-death moment, his eyes narrowed, he gritted his teeth, and decided to unleash his natal magic weapon, the Heavenly Light Sword. A dazzling light flashed, and the Heavenly Light Sword instantly appeared in his hand. The sword emanated a mysterious and powerful aura, seemingly capable of slicing through anything. Holding the Heavenly Light Sword, Zhao Lingfeng's momentum surged, and he launched another fierce attack on Han Yi, shouting, "Young man, prepare to die!" His voice resounded like thunder across the battlefield, filled with resolute determination and majesty.
"How arrogant! I'll see how you try to take my life." Han Yi stood proudly, looking calmly at Zhao Lingfeng. He gripped his longsword tightly, ready to meet Zhao Lingfeng's strongest attack. The surrounding air seemed to freeze, the tense atmosphere making it hard to breathe.