C32 Sword formation

"That youth in white is injured!"

Hong Ling's battle, from the beginning till the end, had always been light and relaxed. Previously, no matter if it was against middle stage Essence Refinement into Qi cultivators or late stage Essence Refinement into Qi cultivators, his entire person's battle, gave people a kind of carefree feeling.

He never thought that he would actually be injured after fighting against Wan Hong, who was at the perfection-stage of the Essence Refinement into Qi.

After all, there is a difference of two levels between him and Wan Hong. In between geniuses, one level is like a chasm between heaven and earth. The fact that he was able to receive Wan Hong's Silver Flower of the Snow Tree and not get eliminated in the competition shows that he is a monster!

There was no lack of perceptive people in the audience, so they stood up and said.

Hong Ling didn't have time to listen to the opinions of the people below him. At the moment, he was truly injured, although it wasn't enough for him to immediately lose the power to fight again, it still affected his performance later on.

Wan Hong dragged his spear as he slowly walked over. His expression was arrogant and elegant. The tip of his spear drew a bright spark on the floor. The ear-piercing sound of metal echoed throughout the world, making one feel extremely frustrated.

"It seems that I had overestimated you. I thought that you would be able to receive my attack without any damage. I did not expect you to truly disappoint me!"

Hong Ling leaned on the sword and slowly stood up, the Authentic Qi once again surged out of his body and lifted up his robes. The young man wiped his mouth and casually grabbed with his hand, all the steel swords on the weapons shelves were grabbed by him, quietly floating in front of him, protecting him inside.

In his Divine Court, beside the dark golden Primordial Spirit Clone, there were also countless dark golden virtual swords floating.

The reason why he was unable to obtain the other martial skills was because of Hong Ling's awakening. Other than the [Condensation] technique he had obtained from Li Yan's corpse, the rest of the so-called secret skills were all found out by him.

Although he could not form a complete system, it was enough for him. He did not expect that the secret techniques he had deduced would be comparable to the martial skills passed down from the generations of aristocratic families.

They resonated with the sword intent in the external swords. As long as Hong Ling could control the sword intent in the Divine Hall, he would be able to completely control the sword intent around his body.

"Interesting, the legendary Sword Manipulation?!" The long sword in Wan Hong's hand was raised horizontally as he quickly ran on the stage, bringing about a deafening sonic boom.

The spear in his hand was unceasingly condensing an enormous Authentic Qi, and the moment it approached Hong Ling, this energy would instantly explode, producing a destructive force that would shake the heavens and earth.

Hong Ling had clearly felt the threat of this force, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. His pupils contracted, and a longsword instantly pierced through the air, explosively shooting towards Wan Hong's chest.

Wan Hong was startled, he never thought that Hong Ling's Sword Manipulation would be able to control his sword to fly at such a fast speed, he immediately swung the spear in his hand, with a bang, he struck the sword and sent it flying. He did not slow down, and continued to rush forward, however, what welcomed him were even more flying swords.

He never thought that Hong Ling would actually be able to control so many flying swords, and the power contained within every single flying sword was not one bit weaker than the youth's all-out attack.

"Dammit, is this guy a freak? How can he control so many flying swords so easily!"

The long spear in his hand danced nonstop, and on the tip of the spear, a bright and sharp glint erupted. His body spun, the spear dancing like pear blossoms, and sent the longsword Hong Ling was controlling flying with a jingling sound.

After those flying swords were knocked away, they would be stuck on the stone platform and would buzz non-stop. However, the sword Wan Hong was facing was like an endless tide that kept attacking him, causing him to be completely exhausted.

Wan Hong never thought that Hong Ling's cultivation would not be higher than his, but the Authentic Qi s on his body were actually so dense and dense. They could support him controlling so many swords, but he did not seem to be exhausted at all.

With one shot shooting away a sword, Wan Hong's body retreated, pulling apart the distance between him and Hong Ling, he could no longer have the thought of directly defeating the other party. He looked at the space in front of him vigilantly, afraid that if he was not careful, a sword would break through the air and attack him heavily.

"Wan Hong actually retreated! The dignified grand completion of the Essence Refinement into Qi, the number one prodigy of all the families in Eternity, was actually forced back by a youth of the middle stage of the Essence Refinement into Qi! "

When it reached Wan Hong's ears, it made him feel exceptionally uncomfortable. He was once a heaven's pride level expert, a mighty figure in a region, yet he was forced to such a sorry state by a cultivator younger than himself.

Wan Hong looked at the mocking expressions in everyone's eyes and struggled in pain. He didn't realize that as he was sending the swords flying, the faint traces of soul power had already invaded his mind and was slowly eroding his consciousness.

This was Hong Ling's other attempt. Using his own soul power to affect his opponent's will, it was clear that this effect had already greatly exceeded his expectations. The effect of soul power on the will of others was still very great.

"It's all your fault, it's all your fault! You caused me to embarrass myself in front of these lowly commoners, you caused them to no longer maintain respect for me, I want you dead! "

Wan Hong's willpower was on the verge of collapse. At this time, he was staring at Hong Ling with a sinister look, the Authentic Qi was rolling over his body, the spear in his hand was ferociously thrusting in front of him, he was standing among the dense swords, with his mouth wide open, he was biting the tiger, and was constantly sucking the blood that was gushing out.

"Hmm?" Hong Ling focused his gaze, he was facing Wan Hong at the moment, so he had naturally seen everything this person was doing.

"His aura seems to be getting more tyrannical, and his power seems to be increasing!"

The young man's eyes turned scarlet as he stared at Wan Hong, and a grim expression appeared on his face.

Wan Hong was definitely using a powerful secret technique. This secret technique was very useful for raising his strength, but he did not know how much it could increase his strength.

Hong Ling held the iron sword horizontally in front of him, the pure Authentic Qi s continued to pour in, preparing for Wan Hong's attacks. He knew, once Wan Hong completed his secret technique, then the power that would erupt would definitely be shocking.

"He's here!" The youth looked at Wan Hong, who had stopped sucking blood and was grinning at him viciously. His face was full of seriousness.

Bang, Wan Hong stomped, and his figure disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already behind Hong Ling, and fiercely punched towards's spine.

"So fast!" Hong Ling was startled, the sword in his hand turned, and before Wan Hong's fist could strike, he blocked it.

"Bam!"

The sword broke into pieces, and Hong Ling's figure was flung forward. Seeing that he was about to fall into the pile of swords, the youth quickly stabilized his body in the air, his hands continuously striking out, and pressed onto the hilt of the swords.

Bang bang bang, Hong Ling's body continued to become more and more nimble under the force of his body. Just as he was about to roll back onto the ground, Wan Hong's figure had already stopped right in front of him, and smiled at him.

Hong Ling looked at his bloody and scarlet teeth, and then felt a burst of boredom. Wan Hong did not care so much and threw out a punch that brought about a strong gust of wind that punched the youth's chest.

A dark golden light flashed past his eyes, and soul energy instantly surged out of Hong Ling's mind, piercing into Wan Hong's brain. This Heaven's Pride of the Wan Family screamed, but his fist still continued to move forward.

In an instant, Hong Ling released the seal on the Reverse Scale s in his chest that held a trace of the dragon's aura. His fist instantly released a dark golden halo of light, completing his Dragonform and directly meeting Wan Hong's fist.

"Bam!" Wan Hong and Hong Ling were immediately thrown backwards.

Hong Ling landed on the ground and kept on retreating. He stabilized his body and directly controlled the swords on the stage, landing around Wan Hong's body, encircling him and forming a huge array.

Wan Hong struggled to stand up, blood continuously flowing out of the corner of his mouth. He could not understand, he had clearly used the clan's secret technique, but he had instantly obtained a strong power, yet he was actually sent flying by Hong Ling's punch. This was difficult for him to accept.

Looking at the sword formation surrounding him, his eyes were filled with disdain. Hong Ling really thought that just by relying on these pieces of scrap metal, he would be trapped.

He tapped his feet, wanting to rush out of the sword formation, but Hong Ling would not let him do so. The young man's fist flashed with a dark golden light, the Dragon Scale covered the entire fist, and with a punch, he forced Wan Hong back into the sword formation.

"Hong Ling, I don't know what method you used to force me back into this sword formation, but do you think that by relying on this sword formation, you can trap me?"

Wan Hong's eyes were filled with disdain, he casually punched and shattered a sword, he looked at Hong Ling with provocation in his eyes.

"You're wrong, I'm not trying to trap you!" Hong Ling shook his head, "I am going to destroy you in this sword formation!"

Wan Hong laughed heartily as if he had heard a great joke.

"I want to see how you rely on this pile of scrap to defeat me!"

The faces of those from the three families below the stage were filled with disdain. With Wan Hong using the secret technique, even Zhou Kuang, who was known as the strongest among the three families, did not dare to say that he could defeat him easily.

Hong Ling did not care about what others thought, he placed his hand on a sword body, and the Authentic Qi started to surge in.

Weng, the entire long sword started to hum, slowly floating in mid air. Hong Ling's pupils contracted, and the other swords started to hum as well, rising up into the sky. They did not float high above the ground, but quietly stopped three feet away from the ground, unceasingly releasing cold sword beams.

Hmph, it's this move again! You think you can use it to defeat Lian Chengyue and defeat me? Wan Hong snorted coldly. He immediately formed a Authentic Qi barrier around his body, isolating himself from the Sword Qi.

"Really? Then what if it's like that?"

Hong Ling's face congealed into a smile, he extended his hand, and swept it across the revolving sword formation. A wave of immense soul power continuously flowed from his palm into every sword, and the sword formation instantly hummed once again.

The only difference was that the sound produced by the sword formation now contained Hong Ling's soul power and will, as it rushed into Wan Hong's mind.

Ah!

Wan Hong screamed miserably. He did not expect that the strange power that had disturbed his consciousness just now would appear again, and it was even more powerful than before. It was as if he had fallen into an unfathomable ocean, slowly sinking downwards.

Hong Ling didn't have any intention to stop. A vast majority of his soul power was still pouring into the sword formation unceasingly. On his other hand, Authentic Qi s were still pouring out sword beams that were constantly activating the sword formation.

The sword formation that had his soul power and Authentic Qi intersected directly destroyed Wan Hong's protective Authentic Qi and knocked him down, leaving behind many deep wounds on his body.

Wan Hong's screams resounded through the sky like a furious beast on the verge of death. He roared and roared, his tone was filled with unwillingness and fear.

"Enough!"

Patriarch Wan stood up with a roar. Everyone knew that Wan Hong was no longer able to fight back, but the young man was still unwilling to let him go.

Hong Ling still did not stop the sword formation from circulating, and instead looked at the attendants who were surrounding the battle stage.

"In this battle, the Heavenly Desolate Family's Wan Hong will be out, and City Lord's Mansion Hong Ling will be victorious!"

Hong Ling removed the sword formation, and watched as the longsword instantly shattered into a pile of metal pieces. With a sigh, he walked down the battle stage.

To others, the Fine Steel Sword was already considered a good weapon. However, to Hong Ling, its strength and tenacity was still insufficient to withstand the corrosion from his own Authentic Qi.

The Wan Family Patriarch personally went up onto the stage and hugged Wan Hong, who currently did not have a single piece of skin, and looked at Hong Ling with eyes filled with killing intent.

Wan Hong was now heavily injured, and his injuries could not be healed without half a year's time. In other words, he had already lost the chance to fight again, which meant that his Wan Family had already reached the end of their road to the Martial Arts Competition.