Weapon Master Chapter 913

Chapter 913 - Ice Blood Light Sword Art

The curtain of night silently enveloped the endless Yan Yang City.

"Tang Huan, that brat, is he really going to challenge the number one on the Earth Board, Leng Dai?" At the peak of Hidden Sword Mountain, within Heavenly Sword Hall, Xi Yi's slightly astonished voice sounded.

"The written challenge was made not too long ago. I estimate that they will fight tomorrow at the Chess Sword Discourse Arena." A skinny old man on the opposite side said.

"Leng Dou had already reached the pinnacle of the Origin Condensation Stage long ago, and his strength is considered number one amongst the Silver Sword Sect disciples. However, Tang Huan has strength that far surpa.s.ses his cultivation level. When he was at the peak of the Rank Seven True Spirit, he already defeated opponents at the peak of the Origin Condensation realm.

Xi Yi narrowed his eyes as he stroked his beard and laughed, "If there's a chance to replace Eldest Brother Leng and rush to the top of the Earth Rankings, it would be extremely difficult for Tang Huan to defeat a Heavenly Origin Stage disciple with a golden sword."

"Leader, it seems like Leng Dai has already entered the Sky Origin Stage a few days ago."

The skinny old man couldn't help but remind him.

"Oh?"

Xi Yi was stunned for a moment before laughing involuntarily, "Looks like this Tang Huan brat is about to lose this match. Wu, it's good to lose. "The Heavenly Desolate Secret Realm is extremely dangerous. Even if a Heavenly Yuan Stage disciple with the golden sword, he would die easily. A Yuan Dan Stage cultivator would probably find it hard to even take a single step inside."

"If he doesn't enter the 'Heavenly Desolate Secret Realm', he might be able to peacefully stay in the Hidden Sword Mountain to cultivate. With his innate talent in Tools Method, he might one day become a Holy-ranked Heavenly Blacksmith and a Saint Grade Gem synthesizer. At that time, this old man's position as the Sect Master of the "Pure Yang Sword Sect" might very well be his. "

"..."

The night pa.s.sed in a flash.

At daybreak the next day, a large number of Sword Sect cultivators began to gather in the direction of the Sword Discourse Arena.

There were even many disciples of the Golden Sword Sect who were interested in the battle, and they all went to watch it in twos and threes. As for the disciples of the Silver Sword Sect who did not enter the "Heart Sword Stone Pavilion" to cultivate, and were at the Yan Yang City, they were almost completely focused on the battle.

There were many battles on the stage every day, but the battle between Tang Huan and Leng Teng was not necessarily the most intense, but it was undoubtedly the most eye-catching.

After all, the result of this battle was related to who would be ranked first on the Earth Board.

It was said that a few days ago, he had stepped into the third level, the Sky Origin Stage, and could become a disciple with golden swords at any time. Although he had just entered the first level of the Origin Condensation Stage, he had the status of both Weapon Refiner and Weapon Refiner, and not long ago, he had already defeated twenty-six experts in a row with a cultivation of the seventh stage of the True Origin Stage, and had entered the thirty-second level of the Earth Proclamation in one go.

"..."

"I wonder what Tang Huan is thinking. If he wants to be ranked first in the Earth Board, he can wait until the name of the Golden Sword disciple Leng Yu disappears from the Earth Board before challenging Liu Xiaofeng, who has just been promoted to first place. If that's the case, the chances of him winning is very high."

"If Leng Dai had not made a breakthrough, Tang Huan would have had a good chance of winning. However, Leng Dai is now an expert of the Sky Origin Stage, Tang Huan will definitely lose."

"That may not be so. Although I have never interacted with Tang Huan before, with his personality, he shouldn't do things that he isn't confident in. For example, last time, everyone thought that Tang Huan could only win a few rounds, but in the end, Tang Huan managed to win twenty-six rounds in a row and reached the thirty-second step of the Earth Board without losing. "

"Everyone, come, come, come, bet, quickly bet, if Tang Huan wins, 1: 5, if Leng Doberman wins … …"

"..."

Around the Sword Displaying Arena, more and more figures gathered.

There was even a disciple of the Golden Sword Sect who was ranked at the very top of the Heavenly Rankings who opened a gambling house at the side of the Sword Discourse Arena. They could use the "Initial Spirit Heavenly Crystal" to bet on Tang Huan's wager, but what they bet on Tang Huan's victory was similarly miniscule, and most of the cultivators had placed their bets on the cold bird.

Unknowingly, the time had come.

The battle on the third stage, Heaven's, Profound and Yellow, had already ended, and the Earth Chess Sword Discourse Arena had been emptied two hours ago, leaving Tang Huan and Leng Dai behind.

Amidst the clamor of the crowd, a white figure floated over as if strolling leisurely in the crowd. In an instant, he had already ascended the Earth Chess Sword Discourse Arena, and was a white-clothed youth with handsome features and a jade-like face. He held a snow-white longsword in his hand.

"Senior apprentice-brother Leng Dun!"

"Cold Doberman?"

"..."

After several breaths of time, the crowd finally sensed the existence of the figure on the stage, and cries of surprise echoed out. At this time, the a.s.sa.s.sin Sword Discourse Arena had yet to be covered by a barrier, and the aura that was faintly emitted from the body of the Cold Swallow Scorpion caused many of the cultivators to be secretly alarmed.

However, after a short period of shock, the excited crowd grew even more excited, their voices echoing in waves above the platform.

"Haha, Senior Leng has already appeared, I think that Tang Huan will be here soon."

"I heard that the Colddoer had once acquired a battle skill called 'Ice Blood Light Sword Art' from the 'Ten Thousand Swords Spirit Realm'. Although it was not listed in the 'Pure Yang Sword Sect' ten great sword techniques, its prowess is not much weaker than the ten great sword techniques."

"That sword technique is indeed very powerful. Last year, a fellow at the peak of the Origin Condensation realm challenged the Cold Swirl. However, under the attacks of the Cold Swirl, he was completely unable to withstand it and was barely able to withstand three moves on the chessboard before being severely injured. At that time, the technique that the Cold Swallow Swordsman executed seemed to be the Ice Blood Light Sword Art. Now that a year has pa.s.sed, the Cold Swallow Swordsman's attainments in the Ice Blood Light Sword Technique would surely be even more profound. "

"Don't underestimate Tang Huan. A while ago, wasn't the guy who trained in the 'Thousand Snake Profound Fire Sword Art' easily defeated by Tang Huan?"

"..."

Hearing all kinds of noises, Leng Dun's expression did not change at all. He only slightly closed his eyes, folded his long sword in front of his chest and stood there quietly.

Not long after, as if he had sensed something, Leng Ning opened his eyes abruptly. Within his line of sight, a figure appeared a few meters away from him without any warning. It was a black clothed man with a tall stature, a handsome face, and a Fire Red Long Spear on his shoulder.

The sudden appearance of this person startled everyone below the stage. The clamoring sound suddenly stopped, and the vast area fell into a strange silence.

"Tang Huan?"

These two characters flashed through the direwolf's mind, and the corners of its eyes twitched unnoticeably. A trace of surprise flashed deep within its eyes.

The black clothed man cupped his hands and smiled: "Greetings, Senior Brother Tang Huan!"

"He is Tang Huan?"

"Tang Huan! It really is Tang Huan, why did he appear there? "

"Who saw how he got there?"

"d.a.m.n, is he trying to intimidate Senior Brother Leng Dang?"

"..."

Before Leng Doberman could say anything, the crowd below the stage broke out in an ear-piercing clamor, their eyes flas.h.i.+ng with shock and suspicion.