How could Yingfeng not seize the opportunity against such an opponent? The iron sword in his hand danced with several sword flowers, and the silver and gold-rimmed spatial attribute fighting energy on Yingfeng's body rushed towards the iron sword as if it was free of charge.
Cracks appeared on the surface of the iron sword because of the violent fighting spirit, as if it was not unimaginable that it would suddenly break. However, Yingfeng didn't care about it at all. This iron sword was originally
It's a bargain, and he won't be heartbroken at all if it's broken. After all, the only way to better utilize his strength as a powerful Soul Emperor is to rely on his own qualitatively changed Soul Emperor-level fighting spirit. There are rumors that the powerful Soul Emperor's fighting spirit has happened.
After experiencing a huge qualitative change, Yingfeng also wanted to see if he could kill a powerful Soul King with good equipment with a tattered iron sword based only on his Soul King level fighting spirit.
At this time, Zuo Dayou finally came to his senses. When he saw the tattered iron sword in Yingfeng's hand, he suddenly became a little angry. After all, he was also a strong soul king who had reached the top 32, even if his opponent was a strong soul king.
How frustrating would it be to be killed by your opponent with a piece of junk?
Without thinking, Zuo Dayou suddenly activated the unknown sword technique, and the high-quality long sword in his hand also emitted a dazzling light, and at that moment it burst out with the smell of a top-quality weapon.
"Is it possible to temporarily forcibly upgrade the weapon by one level through a special sword technique? This guy is really willing to give up. If he does this, the high-quality weapon will probably be scrapped, right? Brother, after all, this is only 8,000 gold coins, and it still has a price.
Do you think these unmarketed high-quality weapons are just rubbish that can be found everywhere?" Yingfeng despised his opponent fiercely, but his eyes became more solemn.
Generally speaking, a weapon with a higher level can enable a fighter to challenge an opponent. For example, the tattered iron sword in Yingfeng's hand is a mid-level weapon. If the weapon in Zuo Dayou's hand is a high-level weapon, then their soul emperor
Theoretically, the One Soul King seems to be able to draw a tie. However, what Zuo Dayou is holding now is a high-grade long sword with a hint of a top-grade weapon. In this way, according to the principle that a weapon with a higher level can surpass a level of challenge, it seems that Zuo Dayou
It's even better than facing the wind.
It should have been like this, but it's a pity that the opponent in front of Zuo Dayou is Yingfeng who has already entered the peak Soul Emperor realm! Among the strong Soul Emperors, Yingfeng can also reach the upper level. This is not the same as the weakest Soul Emperor strongman.
There is a fundamental difference. The so-called theory only refers to dealing with the weakest Soul Emperor. This rule does not apply to Yingfeng.
With a "huh" sound, he suddenly let out a breath of air, and Yingfeng's handsome face began to show a trace of perseverance. He murmured in his mouth, and something inexplicable appeared in his mind for some reason. He was also very
Naturally and inexplicably received it.
The "buzzing" sound of the sword suddenly appeared on the iron sword. At this moment, Yingfeng suddenly felt that the iron sword in his hand had become one. He suddenly felt that the iron sword was like an arm, and he could even control the sword.
Flying didn't seem to be impossible. He felt that he could do anything with a sword in his hand. He didn't know where the heroic spirit came from. His body was like a sword, and the sword energy that suddenly burst out even faintly appeared on the faces of the spectators.
Some tingling feeling.
"Such a powerful sword spirit!!" The sword wielders on the field said this in unison. They held down the swords that were about to move with their right hands. They didn't understand why there were people in this world who could do it just by relying on their sword spirit.
It had such a huge impact on other people's swords. They could no longer imagine what would happen if they fought with the "Mashaka" in front of them with a disobedient sword. Their eyes became more solemn than ever, and they only hoped
The opponent I will face later is not this man named "Mashaka".
To others, Wingfeng's performance is certainly incredible, but to Wingfeng, this seems to be a matter of course.
Because, he is none other than the Sword Emperor!
The Emperor of Swords, the sword of the world commands me!
A strong surge of pride burst out from Yingfeng's body. Yingfeng held the iron sword in his hand and "swish" the swords. The energy brought by the swords was comparable to the Xuan-level intermediate fighting skills. The weak gentle wind seemed to turn into the most powerful force.
A terrifying killing machine, it already uses the most violent attack routines, simple and brutal!
Zuo Dayou's originally confident heart suddenly froze, and he even wanted to die. Heaven, earth, it took a lot of determination for him to activate the high-quality weapon in his hand to this extent.
Why is this opponent's sword energy so terrifying! Damn it, how could he possibly cultivate such a powerful sword energy? Even though the guy in front of him named "Mashaka" has been practicing swordsmanship since he was born.
It’s impossible to cultivate such a powerful fighting spirit, right?
With a "chi", before Zuo Dayou could fully react, a shallow bloody mouth was suddenly cut on his face. This was just a slight brush of the sword energy. If it was from the front
Being hit……
Woo!!
Thinking of this, Zuo Dayou broke into a cold sweat.
"I...I give up!" Zuo Dayou suddenly plucked up the courage and shouted to Yingfeng. He held a small white flag in his hand, stomped on the ground and escaped from the competition arena in a few flashes.
Come.
Yingfeng suddenly came back to his senses, and the sword energy that was aroused from his body began to quietly subside. He looked around with a slightly stunned expression, as if he had no impression of what had just happened.
"What happened just now?"
Yingfeng shook his head. He looked at the sword in his hand and decided not to think too much. Yingfeng naturally could not have thought that the power of the Sword Emperor had just awakened. Although he would no longer cultivate immortality in this life, when he was the Immortal Emperor and the Sword Emperor
The understanding of the sword has been inherited, even in this age of fighting spirit. This age of fighting spirit only pursues fighting skills and has completely discarded such things as sword intention, but this does not mean that there is no sword intention.
It has no effect at all. In fact, the sword intent of this era has been completely integrated into high-level fighting skills, and ordinary people cannot even access high-level fighting skills, so naturally it is impossible to understand the true meaning of this era.
Yingfeng, on the other hand, has exactly the sword intention cultivation level that the Immortal Emperor Sword Emperor has learned in the past. When such a sword intention is released, its terrifying power is directly comparable to the intermediate Xuan level or even higher level fighting skills. This is just Yingfeng's memory.
If there are some missing memories, if Yingfeng can get back all the memories, then it is not impossible for him to make the power of the sword reach the advanced level of earth or even the level of heaven just by relying on his sword intention.
The name of Immortal Emperor and Sword Emperor is definitely not groundless!
After rolling down from the arena in a daze, Yingfeng was still thinking about the scene when he released his sword intent.
With a "pop" sound, he slapped Yingfeng on the shoulder. Yingfeng was stunned for a moment, then turned his head, only to find that Lucia and others were also mixed in the crowd.
"Mashaka, your sword energy just now was so strong! Your sword is so strong, why didn't you tell me before?" Lucia snorted angrily, as if she was a little annoyed at Yingfeng for not telling her.
Gan Feier, who was next to him, even glared at Yingfeng angrily, feeling dissatisfied with Yingfeng's Zangzhuo.
Yingfeng scratched his head, and was confused about this. He himself didn't know that he had such a strong strength with the sword. If he had known this earlier, I'm afraid he would never touch a weapon like a fan, and he would have chosen it in the first place.
It's a sword.
Saint Ibra also looked over at this time, her eyes were full of brilliance, and she didn't know what she was thinking. However, the Saint is a Saint after all, and no matter how bad she is, she cannot think of dirty things.
He was probably thinking about how to lure Yingfeng over. After all, there were not many sword masters like Yingfeng in the church.
"Mashaka, Mashaka! Why don't you speak?" Lucia's eyes widened, as if she was very dissatisfied with Yingfeng's daze just now.
Yingfeng smiled bitterly, shook his head slightly, and said, "No, I, I was just thinking about something."
"Thinking of something?"
"Yes." Yingfeng nodded, "Obviously I have such a talent in swordsmanship, why did I choose a fan instead of a sword? Lady Lucia, don't you think this is very strange?
Something?"
"Well, it's indeed quite weird." Lucia nodded her little head quickly, wagging her little finger and said, "If that's the case, then why did you use a sword today?" Lucia's childish voice sounded full of vigor, which made people listen.
It's just comfortable in the ears.
Yingfeng smiled bitterly and said: "I don't know. I just don't know what happened today. By some strange combination of circumstances, when I realized what was happening, I was holding a sword in my hand. And when I was holding the sword, I happened to see my opponent.
He’s just a strong Soul King with high-quality weapons. He thought he could win this way, so..."
"So you just used the sword casually?" Lucia blinked her big eyes, as if she really wanted to say this.
Yingfeng had no choice but to nodded slightly and said: "Yes, that's it."
Lucia smiled and asked doubtfully: "What if you can't do it?"
"In front of a man, please don't say that he can't do it! Otherwise, even if he can't do it, he will still force himself on him. Men are such creatures!" Yingfeng suddenly corrected him seriously, and his expression suddenly became extremely serious.
Gan Feier next to him suddenly fell over when he heard this! Why is this gangster still telling such dirty jokes at this time!!
Lucia naturally didn't know this, but she seemed to have heard Yingfeng say words like this many times, and she thought about it slightly, seeming to be thinking about the true meaning of Yingfeng's words.
Yingfeng coughed dryly to indicate that Lucia didn't need to be too obsessed with understanding. Under Ganfield's murderous gaze, she had no choice but to run away in despair.