Reborn Sword Emperor in the City

King Arthur said gloomily, his aura instantly released, his entire body was filled with killing intent, he took his Mesolithic Sword and rushed towards Ling Feng once again. Ling Feng did not take it seriously at all. He held the Azure Spiritual Sword in his hand and continued to defend himself.    

"Bam."    

The two Spirit Swords fiercely pushed each other, and sparks flew in all directions. The sword's might filled the entire space, and a layer of air waves rolled about in the air. Ling Feng could easily resolve every move from the King Arthur, it was as if he was playing a joke on him.    

"I advise you to give up. You are not my match at all. You are definitely going to lose." Ling Feng said with a smile after repelling the King Arthur.    

King Arthur's face was pale, but he still said coldly: "Master Ling, I haven't lost yet, I must kill you."    

The King Arthur already understood that no matter how he attacked, Master Ling would be able to easily resolve it. Because Master Ling's Sword Arts was much higher than his, he could not imagine how Master Ling, who was in his twenties, could have such terrifying swordsmanship. And the most important thing was, Master Ling did not have the heart to deal with him, otherwise, he would be finished a long time ago.    

"Looks like I need to teach you a lesson."    

The sword force that filled the sky rushed towards King Arthur. King Arthur's expression changed, he tightened his grip on the Mesolithic Sword in his hands and shouted: "Master Ling, come, let me see how strong your sword qi is."    

King Arthur's heart was filled with fighting spirit, he brandished his Mesolithic Sword and rushed towards Ling Feng.    

"Then let's see how many times you can resist."    

Ling Feng waved his hand and countless Azure Spiritual Sword shot out like meteors. In the distance, it looked like there was a rain of swords, wherever the Azure Spiritual Sword passed, even the sky was set ablaze. Thousands of arrows shot out in unison. The black flames were like the end of the world; it was simply too shocking.    

When the spectators below saw this scene, all of them were dumbstruck. Their bodies were all trembling. This kind of scene was too shocking and willful. Everyone was worried if the King Arthur could withstand the sword rain.    

"Is Master Ling going to win? This is impossible, it is impossible for King Arthur to lose, he is the strongest, the strongest. " The European Continent representatives who were looking forward to King Arthur's victory, the nobles of State Y, and even the queen of State Y, were constantly telling themselves in their hearts.    

This was faith, a belief that represented the entirety of State Y. The King Arthur was the strongest.    

At this time, countless Azure Spiritual Sword had already descended and a strong sword might charged towards King Arthur. King Arthur felt the Mesolithic Sword in his hands trembling, as if to say: "You must kill Master Ling."    

With Mesolithic Sword in hand, King Arthur rushed into the sword rain. He alone faced countless Flying Sword, but he attacked them fearlessly.    

"Bang, bang, bang …"    

King Arthur brandished his Mesolithic Sword and continued to rush forward. Many of the Azure Spiritual Sword were sent flying by his attacks, but were basically of no use, because there were too many Azure Spiritual Sword s, as if they were endless. Outside the King Arthur's body, there was also a protective barrier, blocking the attacks of the Azure Spiritual Sword as well as the terrifying Black Flame's flames.    

"There are so many swords, how can Master Ling control them? Furthermore, each sword strike's strength is not inferior to his own Mesolithic Sword. How did he do it?" King Arthur was shocked beyond imagination.