C15 An Ancient Divine Weapon(1)

"Don't come over here!" Lau Qingyang's voice trembled slightly.

"Didn't you bring me here?" Zhang Yang smiled coldly, "If you knew this would happen, why did you bring me here?"

Lau Qingyang's mouth twitched. It was unknown whether he wanted to cry or laugh. He took two steps back and his face suddenly became ferocious. His face turned purple and he said sternly, "I don't believe in evil. What is there to be arrogant about?"

With a roar, Lau Qingyang leapt forward. The Ice Soul Cold Sword condensed into seven bright blades, and they shot towards Zhang Yang at lightning speed.

Zhang Yang ignored the seven blades and slowly took a step forward. It seemed that after being baptized by the blood-sucking bats, he no longer knew what pain was.

In an instant, seven sharp sword lights pointed three inches in front of Zhang Yang.

A burst of wild joy flashed in Lau Qingyang's heart. "So you were fooled by the bats. Your movement technique is so slow!"

Seeing that the sword beams were about to pierce through his body, a fierce flame suddenly rose from under Zhang Yang's feet. The flame came at an incredible speed. With a loud bang, it went from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and an incomparably strong force swelled out from the flame.

Keng! Keng! Keng! The seven sword Qis were completely destroyed. The powerful force whistled out, and threw Lau Qingyang onto the ground.

"An inner circle disciple is only so-so!" Zhang Yang's face was faintly visible in the raging flames, like a god of fire that had descended to the mortal world.

Veins popped out on Lau Qingyang's forehead as he cursed, "Bullshit!" He turned around and jumped up. With a wave of his hand, he pulled out an ancient sword from the center of the altar, "Come on, little bastard, I'll fight you to the death!"

When the ancient sword was pulled out, a dazzling purple light flashed across the Pentagram formation on the altar.

"This is an ancient divine sword?" The corner of Zhang Yang's mouth curled into a sneer, "No matter how good a weapon is, what use would it be in the hands of trash like you?"

"Go to hell!" Lau Qingyang cursed as he raised his sword and charged forward.

With a swoosh, the ancient sword pierced through Zhang Yang's protective fire barrier like a hot knife cutting through butter. An incomparably cold Qi instantly enveloped Zhang Yang's vital points in his chest.

Zhang Yang didn't expect his opponent's sword to be this powerful. In a panic, he hastily dodged. The blade of the sword brushed past his chest, causing blood to splash everywhere. The cold air penetrated through his heart, causing him to shiver with excitement.

Lau Qingyang also didn't expect to succeed in one strike. In his wild joy, his sword became even sharper. He cursed loudly, "You reckless little bastard! Today, I will cut you into a thousand pieces and shred you into a thousand pieces!"

The black ancient sword was injected with the Ice Soul Genuine Qi that he had been training hard for many years, and its power soared immediately. Cold air surged out and wrapped the entire altar like a giant cocoon.

The energy in Zhang Yang's body was extremely strong. It was as if the souls of the bloodsucking bats had merged with his energy vein. He even felt that his cultivation had suddenly advanced from the Energy Shaping Lower Realm to the level of almost breaking through to the Aperture Breaking Realm.

The expanding energy pulled Zhang Yang's limbs, making him move so fast that he was like a ghost, appearing and disappearing unpredictably.

If this was a battle of strength at this moment, Zhang Yang was absolutely confident that he could beat Lau Qingyang until he could not fight back at all. But the sword in Lau Qingyang's hand was very strange. It could actually increase his strength by several times in a short period of time.

Zhang Yang moved around in all directions, pushing his strength to the limit. He could only barely avoid being injured by the sword Qi.

Lau Qingyang was pleasantly surprised. It turned out that what Zhang Yang said was true. The ancient sword in his hand was indeed an ancient divine sword!

His Ice Soul Sword Intent was injected into the ancient sword. It split into ten parts and came out. In an instant, a chilly wind was blowing in the spacious belly of the mountain. Ice and snow were flying everywhere, and a cold feeling spread out from the bottom of his heart.

Zhang Yang let out a loud roar and struck out both of his palms. Two flaming blade-lights pierced through the air and collided with Lau Qingyang's Ice Soul Sword Intent, creating a huge explosion. The Ice Soul Sword Intent tore apart the flaming blade-light and went straight for Zhang Yang's chest!

Lau Qingyang's strength had actually reached such a powerful extent!

Zhang Yang's chest suddenly shrank by half an inch, and he barely managed to dodge the sword attack. However, the Ice Soul Sword Intent continued without end, and the sharp sound of the sword wind could be heard. The clothes on Zhang Yang's body had been torn apart, even his hair had been cut off by a few inches.

"There must be something strange about this sword!" Zhang Yang thought for a while, then suddenly turned around and threw himself at the ancient weapon that was stuck in the middle of the altar.

It was not easy for Lau Qingyang to gain the upper hand. He knew that he had taken advantage of the weapon. How could he allow Zhang Yang to turn the tables so easily? He also let out a wild roar and leapt towards the center of the altar. At the same time, the Ice Soul Sword Intent was unleashed to its peak. An extremely sharp cold light flashed out. In an instant, Zhang Yang felt as if the entire altar had been sliced in half by his sword.

In the midst of Zhang Yang's busy schedule, the force of the sword sunk. His body fell straight down, allowing him to dodge the lightning-like sword strike.