C44 His Hands Are like the Blade of a Heavenly Blade
C44 His Hands Are like the Blade of a Heavenly Blade
"This saber of yours is not bad. If you die in the arena, then lend it to me!"
"Hahaha..." Lee Qingshan laughed wildly.
"It's just an external object. If I die, you can just take this saber!"
His body began to shine with a sharp light, and his aura kept rising. Even the arena beneath his feet was shaking, as if it couldn't withstand this aura.
"Middle Houtian realm..."
When Lee Qingshan's aura reached its peak, Shen Qingfeng could clearly feel that his realm was actually at the middle Houtian realm.
He was at most in his fifties, but his cultivation was a small realm higher than Xu Zhenguo. In this Dharma Ending Age, he could be considered a genius in the secular world!
Lee Qingshan's Qi was too strong, and it condensed into a small storm. Now, his Qi had completely changed. He had become a ruthless swordsman, and his eyes were filled with killing intent.
Shen Qingfeng was in the center of the storm. He looked at his opponent calmly. Although his clothes were fluttering in the wind, he was not shocked at all. He was not affected at all.
He was not a bloodthirsty person. There was no enmity between the two of them. They had come here to gamble for benefits.
"Ten years ago, I traveled the Pugilistic World. I created the Hundred Battle Saber Technique during the slaughter. There are a hundred styles in total. When I make a move, there is no turning back. Little friend, take my move! "
Mountains and rivers are easy to change, but the nature is hard to change. At this moment, Lee Qingshan was the real Lee Qingshan.
He was still the same swordsman who had dominated the Pugilistic World ten years ago and had killed countless people in fear. He had never changed!
As soon as Lee Qingshan finished speaking, he shot out like a bolt of lightning! The snow-white broadsword seemed to cut through the air and appeared in front of Shen Qingfeng in an instant.
The martial arts of the world were all-conquering, and only speed could not break it.
The Hundred Battle Saber Technique was an extremely sharp saber technique. This saber had once swallowed more than a hundred lives in one night. It had already become a devil saber that could drink blood!
Now that Lee Qingshan circulated his True Qi, the evil nature of this devil saber was reviving, and it made clinking sounds.
At this critical moment, Shen Qingfeng did not panic and took a step back, just avoiding the sharp edge of the devil saber. The bright blade cut through the air in front of his nose, making an ear-piercing sound.
Lee Qingshan immediately changed his attack when he missed. The large blade cut horizontally, wanting to cut Shen Qingfeng in half at the waist!
Shen Qingfeng gently lifted his leg and kicked the blade.
"Ding!"
Lee Qingshan suddenly felt a huge force coming from the blade and had to take a few steps back to neutralize the force. The entire blade was trembling.
An expert! This was his first reaction.
His second reaction was that he actually could not see through Shen Qingfeng's realm. No one had ever broken through his Hundred Battle Saber Technique with bare hands! What level was his opponent at?
There was a faint golden color in the depths of Shen Qingfeng's eyes. Under his eyes, he found that Lee Qingshan was surrounded by black grievous energy.
The accumulated grievous energy was too heavy. The black grievous energy turned into a human shape and tried to devour his flesh and blood, but it was blocked by a layer of baleful energy. It could only look at him with its claws and claws.
This was because he had killed too many people, but he did not use the correct method to resolve the accumulated grievous energy. With these grievous energy lingering around, the speed of cultivation would be greatly reduced. Breaking through to the next realm would become very difficult.
"Lee Qingshan, you were at the middle Houtian realm ten years ago, right? Your talent is not bad."
"However, in the dead of the night, have you ever heard the whispers of the dead souls? Those people were all killed by you." Shen Qingfeng suddenly said.
If an ordinary person was entangled by this level of resentment, they would die without a complete corpse in just a few days. This Lee Qingshan had a firm will and was able to endure ten years of torture.
How would he know... Lee Qingshan's pupils constricted.
For the past ten years, he had heard the screams of those vengeful souls almost every night. Sometimes, he would even have nightmares. He dreamt that those dead people had appeared in front of him and told him that it was very cold down there. The road was very dark, and they wanted to bring him to hell.
"Hmph! Little brat, don't even think about messing with my mind!"
Although the other party had exposed Lee Qingshan's true intentions, Lee Qingshan was indeed a man with a firm mind. This little bit of influence was immediately removed from his mind.
His killing intent suddenly soared. The devil blade actually let out a ghostly cry. The resentment surrounding his body was suppressed, as if it was about to dissipate.
"Ai..."
Shen Qingfeng sighed. Why was this man so stubborn that he insisted on fighting to the death?
If he wanted to get rid of a middle Houtian realm expert, he had to resort to some tricks. There were too many people here. He didn't want to expose too many things.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Lee Qingshan shouted out furiously. His killing intent had gone berserk, and the huge blade in his hand had been turned into a phantom. The horizontal and horizontal blade energy slashed down, and the Hundred Battle Saber Technique was unleashed to its maximum potential.
In the audience stands, everyone widened their eyes. They didn't even dare to take a sip of water.
This was because the battle between the two men on the arena had reached its climax. Their illusions were everywhere, and they were afraid that they would miss out on some interesting plot in the blink of an eye.
The two of them crazily clashed together. The huge blade energy slashed the exquisite stage until it was full of scars, but it did not touch a piece of Shen Qingfeng's clothes.
After the snow-white blade light slashed out its fiercest attack and withdrew its momentum, a flash of light flashed across Shen Qingfeng's eyes.
"The Hundred Forms has passed. From what I see, this Hundred Battle Saber Art is nothing more than this!"
His figure was like a ghost. In an instant, his speed increased by more than ten times, and he appeared in front of Lee Qingshan.
Lee Qingshan was shocked, but he could not react in time.
Shen Qingfeng raised his right hand and chopped down with his finger. It was like a sharp heavenly blade, and it actually cut off Lee Qingshan's right arm from the roots!
"Argh..."
Lee Qingshan took a few steps back. The wound on his right arm was neat and tidy, but there was no blood flowing out at the first moment.
A few seconds later, a large amount of blood gushed out. It quickly dyed half of Lee Qingshan's body red. He endured the great pain. He gritted his teeth and pressed a few times on his body before he managed to stop the blood from flowing.
"Hiss!"
The audience gasped. They did not expect this delicate and pretty young man to be so ruthless. He cut off one of Lee Qingshan's arms with his bare hands.
However, there was no fear in their eyes. Instead, they became even more excited after seeing the blood.
These people had come here to seek excitement. Now that they saw such a scene, their abnormal minds were greatly satisfied.
"Because you deliberately offended them and took one of your arms as punishment."
"Scram!"
Shen Qingfeng's face was cold. He grabbed the knife and threw an arm in front of Lee Qingshan.
The blade in his hand suddenly trembled. The devil blade felt like it was going to devour its owner!