The King of the Sword King
The Last Battled (iv)

  The Cursed Desert was a place that was originally an arid frontier with no life, with scorching hot air. However, when this time of night crawled into the darkness, as dark as soot, it appeared that one body figure floated, thrown away to dozens of spears distance.

   That figure was Dong Bai the Sword King of the Eastern Region - crashing all the way after the clash of sword techniques belonging to him, against the Sword Intent mixed Nirvana Painting Technique belonging to the Sword King of the North.

   The spectators in particular the practitioners from the eastern region all shouted filled with worry for the fate of the King being theirs.. 

"The Sword King !"

"Master Dong Bai !" 

   Some practitioners even fell in anger, and started burning each other to attack northern practitioners.

"Let's slaughter all those Northmen" 

"I'm going to fight it out"

"Based on those bar-bars, they still owe Prince Zhao Sagung's life and the whereabouts of Miss Fan Beauty. Now they finish off our Sword King" a voice of sorrow mixed with anger sounded from the East side. 

   Meanwhile, when the atmosphere was in a state of chaos and anger because Dong Bai the king of the East Padang was defeated by Elder Zuo Fen Ying, on the one hand the group of practitioners and cultivators from the Northern plains cheered, so excited.

"Long live Elder Fan Ying"

"It is the Northern Region that deserves to be called the master of the Sword King !"

   All were praising their Sword King Elder Zuo Feng Ying. Nonetheless, far from the other corner or rather the part of the people the practitioners of the Middle region on gathered silently, one eye gaze that was poking ferociously, a deep and cold gaze stared at and locked onto the existence of Elder Fen Ying who looked majestic in victory.

   Recently the group of Northern plains practitioners celebrated their victory of Elder Fen Ying, a single bluish light flashed straight so quickly like a meteor .. his origin was from the group of practitioners of the Central Plains Region gathered. The prowess leaped like a shadow and instantly blocked elder Fen Ying who was floating in the air.

"Hoho..apparently this Northern Sword King had a bit of cleverness with the fusion of Nirvana Painting Sword mixed Sword Intent, to the point that this lower grade technique increased its level to a quasi Dao rank Technique.

   I wonder if such a great ability? Will be able to block my sword attack, this lowly Yang Xiansheng? I heard that the people of the north there have greatly increased their cultivation realm lately...dare you fight directly against a level eight SAGE?" yang Xiansheng asked a little bragging. He realized that he was the only Sword King with a level eight SAGE cultivation.  

   Silent moment. This is a real challenge that cannot be denied. Yang Xiansheng praised as high as the sky, then afterward challenged Elder Zuo Fen Ying for real. 

   Elder Zuo Feng Ying stared coldly at the xiansheng who looked to be hovering around with Agung. 

He knew his cultivation realm was far below that of the man, SAGE level six. But the real challenge in front of the crowd, made him reluctant to refuse. He said in a flat voice

"If only you felt that I was your worthy opponent. Why not draw a sword?" this Elder's short answer, but contained in it the fearless dashing nature.

   Hearing Elder Zuo Feng Ying's prowess, the instant the herd of practitioners from the north side cheered..

"The people of the north are fearless war heroes !"

"It is better to die than live humiliated and in low view !"

"Long live Elder Zuo Fen Ying !"

"Life the Northern Sword King !"

   Those cries deeply burned the spirit in Zuo Fen Ying's heart. Then he again spoke in a cold and flat tone..

"Then let's exchange sword blows for a thousand strikes. And let's see, who deserves to be called the God of the sword.. SAGE level eight or SAGE level six?" his voice now sounded mocking.

   Although from afar the two sword kings seemed to speak as if two old friends, but who would have thought and guessed the contents of their conversation? 

   Quietly elder Zuo Feny Ying began to flow pure air from within his dantian, roughly as many as 90 parts or hundreds of jin of strength were now flowing profusely

it passed through the meridians, creeping all the way to the palm of the hand and filling up to the sword in his right hand. 

Said Elder Zuo Feng Ying, 

"Then I'll no longer have a stale relationship with you. Accept this Nirvana Painting Sword Energy"

Wush !

   Hands waving, swords swinging, the world felt hollow and depressed. An energy like a storm full of colorful energy splashes like a rainbow instantly locked onto Yang Xiansheng's body. as Elder Zuo Feng Ying began to scratch the sword in his right hand towards the sky.

   He instantly deployed the highest level 10 technique of the Nirvana Painting Sword Technique - a technique combined with the Sword Intent, the Sacred Heart Sword. That exquisite technique had now turned into a ruthless roar, containing a thousand sword blows, which swamped to mercilessly kill.

   Of course even though the cultivation realm of elder Zuo Feng Ying was two levels below Yang xiansheng but seeing Zuo Fen Ying's attack was cruel and brutal - this was a quasi-rank technique The mixed Dao of Sacred Heart Sword Intent, of course Yang Xiansheng instantly turned serious.

   He then cast a spell and made a one-eighty-degree rotating motion, in order to rotate his sword and execute a defense technique to block the ruthless attack.

   That face that turned solemn, Yang Xiansheng began to wave his sword, which suddenly appeared in his right hand 

Duars ! 

   Clashes ensued, explosions occurred and something that everyone had never seen was now exposed in plain sight. Thus the impact, to the extent that the sky feels like it will be split in two. Sparks of fire flew and a local earthquake in the Cursed Desert shook all spectators.

Wush !

Wush !

  Meanwhile, as a result of the clash of the two top SAGE, Yang Xiansheng felt his hand tremble tingling, and almost the sword in his hand he would let go.  But the high-ranked sword god of the central plains, he was trying to look ordinary, as if unaffected.

   However, things were different compared to Elder Zuo Feng Ying. The masked level 6 female Sage was thrown back far up to half Li distance.

Bedebum ! Dust and sand flew over as Zuo Fen Ying's body crashed into the sandy ground.

   Elder Zuo Fen Ying hurriedly hardened his heart and stood up. In the blink of an eye he managed to stabilize himself, after his pure air was circulated straightening out all the chaotic meridians. But secretly the female SAGE removed the Blood Drop flowing from her lips 

   Indeed after the clash earlier, this Elder Zuo Feng Ying felt that there was a part of his body that was shaken and damaged. However, he hardened his heart by swallowing a lot of healing medicines instantly, as his hand reached into several pills and directly inserted them into his mouth 

of course, in the pure energy or Eve power of a level 9 Sage has a very deep difference compared to a level 6 Sage, where the difference is like the distance between the heavens and the earth 

   After feeling himself getting better instantly - by consuming the healing pills and painkillers - the female SAGE, Zuo Feng Ying again flew closer to Yang Xiansheng. He said, 

"Huh, only until there was the strength of a level eight Sage? Let's go back to fighting with other high-level sword techniques"

   After saying such a short speech, the sword in his hand swung and let out a squeaking sound, a painful ear sounding filled the skies of the Cursed Desert 

   People looked on with astonishment as elder Zuo Fen Ying poked with a stab containing energy no longer containing pure Eve the color of the rainbow. This time the color is orange.

"Energy of the Orange Ice Sword !"  

   The spectators in the cursed wilderness screamed in fear. A chill struck the Cursed Desert, blocking the land in an ice-filled spatial space... Grain of ice falling from the sky !.

"Impossible !...

   He made the Cursed Desert turn into an ice field"

   Indeed, after the clash of weapons between the two level 6 Sage ranked Sword Kings and the level 8 Sage in the previous incident, the, the air and sandy soil in the cursed desert had been damaged and cracked by the explosive impact. 

   And now again people began to feel his heart freeze to pieces of orange energy while the thin sword was swung by Elder Zuo Fen Ying. 

From the West, East, South and Central sides, the spectators began to praise Zuo Fen Ying's sword technique abilities.

"Surely, he is indeed worthy of being called the Sage King of the Swords of the North.

   His sword technique this time was a Dao rank technique that was rarely encountered in the Silver Continent"

"This sword technique was a high-level technique filled with pure energy and Eve... Even those of us who were standing far away from where he fought alone, felt as if our bodies would be split apart by that cold sword air" 

But there are also those who denounce...

"That's your word... But we have not seen what Yang Xiansheng's original ability looks like?!" 

"Betul. Do you consider a level 8 Sage to be just a mediocre figure? 

   I'm sure, that Yang Xiansheng had a lot of surprises under his sleeves.. Believe me Yang Xiansheng has not shown any real skill. Just look, he will make everyone shocked by the nickname of the Middle Plains Sword King !"

   Meanwhile, the jump time is fast up to a tea drinker (or the equivalent of thirty minutes). The fight between Elder Zuo Fen Ying against Yang Xiansheng was now starting to look one-sided. 

   The Northern sword king repeatedly swung his sword in pursuit of Yang Xiansheng but the Central Plains Sword King repeatedly only twitched once. It was like he did not take seriously any attacks and slashes from Zuo Fen Ying as a deadly move.

"He was toying with Elder Zuo Feng Ying" Master Fei Ma's lips trembled at the fight.

"His strength far surpasses that of our Elder" Meirenyu's voice sounded sad.

   Zuo Fen Ying himself sensed that he was only being played by yang xiansheng in that fight. Though clearly this technique was the JIngga Ice Sword technique, a Dao rank technique. Zuo Fen Ying was well aware, that his strength was far below that of a zinc afternoon 

"I must end this all" Inner Zuo Fen Ying..

   At a point that had to determine who the victor was, unexpectedly Elder Zuo Fen Ying swung his sword and pierced towards Yang Xiansheng's chest with the utmost force - the Orange Ice energy. 

   Seeing that, Yang Xiansheng knew this was the deciding point.

"The woman gambled with life, using her pure energy fully !" inner Yang Xiansheng gasped.

   He then stabbed back with the full power of SAGE level eight. The tip of the two swords met the sword against the sword, pure Eve energy flowed and overlapped each other. Qi SAGE level six fight life against Qi SAGE level eight.

"rest !" yang Xian Sheng snapped it all over. 

   Terrible things were then plastered in front of everyone's eyes. When the explosion was seen in an explosive overflow, the body of elder Zuo Fen Ying who was thrown far back was like a kite breaking off. Vague blood flew in the night wind.

   Right then and there, everyone saw a single object like a wooden mask detached from Elder Zhuo Ying's face. 

   Faintly in a quick eye movement as Elder Zuo Fen Ying floated away from the flung, Yang Xian Sheng looked at the face behind the mask that had been removed. A sweet face that was recognized a while ago. 

"Miss Fan Beauty !" blaring. Things became a scene. 

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