The War Sovereign Soaring The Heavens

#326 The Nether Sword Technique

Wu Yong Qian, an inner court disciple of the Seven Star Sword Sect, and a ninth level Origin Core Stage martial artist.

With his full strength, he was able to exert the strength of 120 ancient mammoths!

Now, relying on the sixth grade spirit sword, Autumn Water.

164 Ancient mammoth silhouettes condensed into shapes in the air above Wu Yong Qian…

Autumn water, a sixth grade spirit sword, provided the strength reinforcement of 44 ancient mammoths to Wu Yong Qian!

“Sixth grade spirit sword that provides 37% amplification?” A wisp of disdain appeared at the corner of Duan Ling Tian's mouth, and the seventh grade spirit sword in his hand suddenly shook, drawing a pattern in the dazzling and sparkling air.

Oho!

At the same time, Origin Energy leaped out and bloomed into an incredible array of seventh grade spirit swords.

Instantly, 110 silhouettes of ancient mammoths first appeared above Duan Ling Tian, then suddenly, along with the fluctuations of Origin Energy on the seventh grade spirit sword, all of a sudden, the silhouette of the ancient mammoth explosively increased to 140 …

The power of 140 ancient mammoths!

“Core Stage Origin level eight?” The power that Duan Ling Tian was expressing now caused the gaze of Wu Dao who was standing in the distance to focus, and a sense of astonishment appeared on his face.

He was able to see that Duan Ling Tian was able to exert such great strength by using his eighth level Origin Core Stage cultivation and relying on his seventh grade spirit sword….

The eighth level of the Origin Core Stage at an age slightly above 20?

“The Profound Origin Fruit allowed him to directly break through from the sixth level of the Origin Core Stage to the eighth level of the Origin Core Stage?” Wu Dao was extremely shocked in his heart, and slightly could not believe that the scene in front of him was real.

However, all of this happened before his eyes and he had to believe it.

Only now did he realize that he was still underestimating Duan Ling Tian.

Now, his heart sank a little.

Although his adopted son, Wu Yong Qian, had a sixth grade spirit sword in his hand, but he never imagined that Duan Ling Tian had actually broken through to the eighth level of the Origin Core Stage …

He had heard about the outer court martial competition that was conducted a few days ago.

Duan Ling Tian was relieved at the weaker strength of Shi Hao by 20 over the ancient mammoth to kill Shi Hao!

Now, the strength exerted by his adopted son, Wu Yong Qian, was only the strength of 24 more ancient mammoths than Duan Ling Tian.

Wu Dao took a deep breath and eased his mood, and his pair of sharp eyes stared intently at Duan Ling Tian with a soaring mood. “Let me see if you can defeat the stronger with the weaker power like you did in the outer court martial competition a few days ago, and defeat my useless adopted son!”

A useless foster child!

This was the evaluation Wu Yong Qian had in his heart.

That year, that year, the only reason he took Wu Yong Qian as his adopted son and brought Wu Yong Qian back to the Seven Star Sword Sect was because he liked the natural talent Wu Yong Qian had revealed during his time young Wu Yong Qian.

Unexpectedly, after a few years had passed, Wu Yong Qian's natural talent slowly seemed to become common, and it caused him great disappointment.

This time, when he heard about Duan Ling Tian's deeds, he had originally thought that he could take the Personal Disciple who would become a very powerful figure on the stage that was the Empire Kingdom of the Azure Forest in the future …

Yet beyond belief, Duan Ling Tian had actually resolutely rejected him!

Lu Qiu stood in the distance and was not surprised when he saw the power that Duan Ling Tian was expressing.

Today, on the chain bridge before they arrived at Dubhe Peak, the, he had already seen Duan Ling Tian's strength and knew that Duan Ling Tian was already an eighth level Origin Core Stage martial artist now.

“Core Stage Origin level eight?” Wu Yong Qian looked at Duan Ling Tian, and a chill surfaced in his sharp eyes as he said in a hoarse and low voice. “Duan Ling Tian, today, I will count on my foster father's Autumn Water to defeat you …. I'd like to tell you the difference between an inner court disciple and an outer court disciple is something you can't pass!”

Although he knew that Duan Ling Tian was an eighth level Origin Core Stage martial artist now, but Wu Yong Qian was not afraid in the slightest.

As far as he was concerned, the rumors about the outer court martial competition from a few days ago were most likely an exaggerated truth from the crowd of outer court disciples of the Seven Star Sword Sect.

He could not believe that Duan Ling Tian possessed such an ability.

He suspected that Duan Ling Tian had actually already become a seventh level Origin Core Stage martial artist at that time, and had only deliberately hidden his cultivation in front of others.

Then when Duan Ling Tian fought Shi Hao, Duan Ling Tian revealed the strength of a seventh level Origin Core Stage martial artist at a critical moment, and only then could he kill the careless Shi Hao …

Now, when he saw the cultivation at the eighth level of the Origin Core Stage that Duan Ling Tian had revealed, he was even more confident in his heart about the previous guesses he had made.

It was impossible for a Profound Origin Fruit to allow a sixth level Origin Core Stage martial artist to directly break through to the eighth level of the Origin Core Stage!

If Duan Ling Tian knew Wu Yong Qian's current thoughts, he wouldn't feel surprised.

The Profound Origin Fruit was indeed unable to allow him to break through to the eighth level of the Origin Core Stage, and he was currently not at the eighth level of the Origin Core Stage.

He was only a seventh level Origin Core Stage martial artist!

Because of the uniqueness of the Nine Dragons War Sovereign Technique he had developed, it instead made him possess strength that was not inferior to an eight-level Origin Core Stage martial artist when he was only at the seventh level of the Origin Core Stage.

“I cannot pass the distance between inner court disciple and outer court disciple?” Duan Ling Tian smiled indifferently when he heard Wu Yong Qian's provocative words, and his eyes narrowed into a line. “I don't know about the other inner court disciples. But, I really don't remember you, Wu Yong Qian!”

He always returned tenfold respect.

This Wu Yong Qian had stirred up killing intent towards him earlier, even though he had not noticed him, but that did not mean he did not care.

The inner court disciple?

Keep going!

I'll bash you all the same.

A cold light flashed in Duan Ling Tian's eyes.

“You seek death!” When Duan Ling Tian's words entered Wu Yong Qian's ears, it caused him to rampage, and his figure flashed as if it turned into a gust of wind that swept through Duan Ling Tian.

“Nether Sword Technique!” At the same time when Wu Yong Qian appeared, his hoarse and low voice had the intention to slaughter mixed within it.

The Autumn Water in his hand suddenly disappeared, and when it appeared next, it was not a moment before disappearing once again …

The Nether Sword Technique?

This sword skill was nothing but an emphasis on surprise attacks.

This was something very similar to his Sword Drawing Arts.

But, his speed was lower than Sword Drawing Arts.

The Nether Sword Technique strives for quick and slow integration …

When it was fast, it was like a rapid lightning strike, causing it to be hard to catch by the eyes.

When it is slow, like a cool breeze caressing the clouds, it confuses the opponent's view.

Whooshing sound!

Duan Ling Tian felt a gust of wind blowing onto his face, but it was Wu Yong Qian who flashed in front of him, and it was that Nether Sword Technique that caused one to have trouble making sure it followed behind Wu Yong Qian like a shadow, disappearing in the next moment after that appearing again.

Of course, although Duan Ling Tian's eyes were unable to ascertain the location of Wu Yong Qian's sword, but his Spiritual Strength was still able to clearly sense it.

“Mati!” Suddenly, Wu Yong Qian shouted explosively, with red-red eyes as he charged out with his full strength.

Duan Ling Tian could clearly feel with his Spiritual Strength that the Autumn Water in Wu Yong Qian's hands had now flowed into his stomach, wanting to injure him.

“Although this Wu Yong Qian wants nothing more than to kill me, but unless Wu Dao says it, he will not dare to kill me in the end.” Right at this moment, this thought appeared within Duan Ling Tian's heart.

In the next moment, Duan Ling Tian's gaze became a little cold.

The Art of Drawing the Sword!

The hand that Duan Ling Tian held his sword shook, and his seventh grade spirit sword moved.

Whooshing sound!

The sword struck out like a bolt of lightning, disappearing before Wu Yong Qian's eyes.

Although the power that Duan Ling Tian exerted was the strength of 24 ancient mammoths that were inferior to Wu Yong Qian…

However, the specialty of the Sword Drawing Art was speed.

In the martial skills under the heavens, only speed was invincible.

“Very fast!” In the distance, Wu Dao and Lu Qiu were both watching with concentration on the battle between Duan Ling Tian and Wu Yong Qian, and they were struck by the speed of Duan Ling Tian's sword that shot out.

The speed unleashed by the seventh grade spirit sword was actually not inferior to the sixth grade spirit sword, Autumn Water, in Wu Yong Qian's hands.

Duan Ling Tian's eyes were unable to catch a glimpse of the sword in Wu Yong Qian's hand, but that didn't mean that they couldn't see it.

Now, relying on their formidable cultivation, their eyes clearly saw the sword trajectory on the swords Duan Ling Tian and Wu Yong Qian flashed …

The seventh grade spirit sword in Duan Ling Tian's hand caught up from behind and chased up to the speed of the sixth grade spirit sword in Wu Yong Qian's hand.

Clangs!

Explosions of iron weapons dropping each other sounded.

It was the seventh grade spirit sword in Duan Ling Tian's hand that blocked the sixth grade spirit sword in Wu Yong Qian's hand in time, at a critical moment.

This scene caused Wu Dao's gaze to be focused.

He was clear in his heart that victory and defeat would be decided in this clash.

Duan Ling Tian and Wu Yong Qian, if one of them could fight directly with their opponent then they would gain victory in one go.

“Speed sword skill is not bad, but unfortunately, your strength is much lower than me!” Wu Yong Qian's hoarse and low voice revealed a trace of sneer, and Origin Energy suddenly increased explosively in the Autumn Water in his hands…

The strength of 164 ancient mammoths poured out without holding back in the slightest!

He wanted to blow up the seventh grade spirit sword in Duan Ling Tian's hand, and severely injure Duan Ling Tian.

“Is that so?” A brilliant smile bloomed on the handsome face of Duan Ling Tian who had starry eyes and sword-shaped eyebrows when he heard Wu Yong Qian, and a strong confidence mixed in his smile.

This scene caused Wu Dao to be dumbfounded.

This Duan Ling Tian, where did he gain such strong confidence from?

Lu Qiu who was standing nearby focused his gaze to look at the scene in front of him.

He was not on the scene when Duan Ling Tian killed Shi Hao at another time, and it was extremely regrettable for him …

Today, he wanted to see correctly the method Duan Ling Tian had defeated a stronger person with weaker strength.

He was confident towards Duan Ling Tian.

Duan Ling Tian's eyes narrowed as he felt a fierce power instantly gush forth from the Autumn Water in Wu Yong Qian's hands, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Earthquake energy!

Practically at the moment when he sensed the power rising explosively on the sixth grade spirit sword, Duan Ling Tian moved and executed the great ability bestowed upon him by the Wyrm Python Form Sovereign Technique of the Nine Dragons War.

Instantly, the Origin Energy on the seventh grade spirit sword in Duan Ling Tian's hand began to tremble in a way that was hard to notice …

Vibration frequency grows higher and higher!

Clangs!

The two spirit swords that had just separated once again collided.

Just when Wu Dao had thought the seventh grade spirit sword in Duan Ling Tian's hand would be blown flying by the sixth grade spirit sword in Wu Yong Qian's hand.

“Hmph!” An oppressed grunt suddenly sounded.

Wu Yong Qian had a ghastly pale expression, and the hand he held his sword looked trembling as he gritted his teeth and fought back.

In a short moment, his palm split open, and fresh blood splattered!