C102 (2/2)
When Fengya just understood this point, the storm had already engulfed him. The sword Qis that filled the sky continued to attack him. Fengya's body trembled. Behind him, there was a pair of wings condensed from Demonic Power s, which slowly descended and protected him. All of the sword Qis bombarded against the pair of azure translucent wings, causing them to shatter into nothingness. Even when the Sorrow Spirit were to slash on it, it would only cause shallow cracks to appear. Fengya was safe and sound as he stood under the protection of the wings and was not harmed in the slightest.
Hong Ling saw that he could not do anything, so he could only give up, and helplessly took Sorrow Spirit back into his hands. There was a difference of two levels between him and Fengya. One was in the middle stage of Qi Refinement into Spirit, and the other was at the peak of the Qi Condensation stage. Hong Ling looked at Fengya who was under the protection of his wings and was laughing crazily at him, and a trace of anger appeared in his eyes. He held the Sorrow Spirit in his hands, and his long sword continued to shoot out in the air, leaving behind burning sword qi. These burning sword Qis were all formed from the Holy Desolation Fire and were scorching hot once they appeared. Hong Ling left nine sword qi in a row, and casually thrusted out again.
With this final thrust, the sword intent in the sword Qi activated the other nine sword Qis in the air. In an instant, all of the sword Qis merged together and formed a three-meter long sword light. Under the guidance of the youth's will, the sword beam ruthlessly slashed towards the illusory wings that were protecting Fengya.
Boom! The violent force of wind and fire swept through the world, causing sand and rocks to fly everywhere in an instant. It was a scene of utter chaos. Fengya dragged his spear as he walked out of the smoke and dust one step at a time. However, he wasn't injured. He was merely in a sorry state.
”Good, very good. You actually managed to break through my Peng Wings protection. It looks like I've still underestimated you!” Behind his back, a pair of green wings slowly spread out, bringing with it a gust of wind. Abruptly, he grinned evilly, stomped on the ground, and rushed out explosively.
Hong Ling was looking at him in alarm, but he didn't expect to instantly lose Fengya's presence. He quickly threw out the Sorrow Spirit in his hand and instantly created a sword array barrier, protecting himself. Weng, the sword formation formed by the Sorrow Spirit managed to barely form a barrier with the support of its sword qi. A bit of cold light suddenly came from Hong Ling's back and fiercely collided with the wall of air. Crack! Crack! Crack! Cracks appeared on the sword formation barrier as it quickly expanded.
Fengya, who was flapping his wings, held onto the long spear. The Demonic Power in his palm continuously rushed into the spear body, completely shattering the sword. Bang, the nine swords completely shattered, transforming into a stream of light, flowing into Hong Ling's palm, transforming back into the Sorrow Spirit's main body. Once Fengya's spear broke through the barrier, it fiercely thrusted at Hong Ling.
The Sorrow Spirit in the youth's hand shook, and slashed at the long spear. Clang, the two Earth-ranked magic tools collided, bringing about a burst of resplendent sparks. Hong Ling's hand that was holding onto the sword ached. He knew that in the process of fighting with Fengya, the tiger's mouth had already cracked. However, the toughness of his will, coupled with the fact that his body's healing ability was incomparably strong, made it so that he did not pay much attention to these minor injuries.
Although he was still at a disadvantage, like a blade of grass swaying in the wind, and had the possibility of falling at any time, Hong Ling was still able to hold on. He blocked Fengya's violent attack with his own strength. The more Fengya fought, the more shocked he became. The strength of this young man was already far beyond his imagination. Just the fact that he was fighting with a cultivation at the middle stage of Qi Refinement into Spirit for so long was already shocking enough. The youth's aura was like a vast and endless river, completely neutralizing all of Fengya's attacks. This was the first time that Fengya was able to fight to a draw with a person of a lower level than himself. Although he still had a huge advantage over Fengya, other than not using the tiniest amount of Roc Emperor's blood in his body, Fengya had already given it his all.
Bang! The two of them separated again. Both of them were gasping for breath, their eyes full of seriousness. They couldn't do anything to each other, nor could they admit defeat. It had nothing to do with their race. This was a battle between heaven's pride experts. They were fighting for their own path of martial arts, for their own future.
”Good, you actually took me as a tool to hone yourself. You're really confident!” Fengya stared into Hong Ling's eyes, wanting to see the happiness, anger, and sadness of this youth. However, Hong Ling seemed to be standing outside the river of time, not entering the mortal world. There was no happiness or sadness on his face, and not even a trace of emotion. If not for the fact that Fengya had interacted with him before, he would almost have thought that this was a cold and detached young god.
”Won't you answer? Since that's the case, I think it's time for me to use the Roc Emperor's blood in my body to battle you. Otherwise, if this dragged on, the experts in Human Clan would come. Therefore, if you have any trump cards, you'd better not hold back. Otherwise, you wouldn't even know how you died! ”
Fengya said coldly with an expressionless face. Seeing that Hong Ling still did not respond, he was too lazy to speak anymore. Instead, he focused all his attention on the Roc Emperor's blood in his body and slowly awakened it.
Hong Ling's gaze focused, felt Fengya's continuously rising aura, and finally released the Reverse Scale's shackles on his chest, releasing the power that belonged to a dragon! The deafening dragon roar once again resounded through the forest. The dragon soul carried a wild and tyrannical power, seemingly wanting to crush everything in its surroundings.