The Northern Sword God
The Sacred Snake Sword
Sima Yong arrived at the Dragon Mestika Trade Association building, which Liu Yanshan's parents immediately greeted. The old man half ran over, welcoming Sima Yong until his breath was wheezing.
"Look young master...!"
"Young master.. The entire region in Hell World had heard the news of the challenge of that duel.
Are you okay? Will you come to serve the challenge of the duel later?" liu Yanshan's voice sounded panicked. Still in an anxious tone he continued..
"If you feel heavy and don't want to duel against that Demon Hand Student, then you don't need to come to the dueling arena at the border tonight.
Nothing will happen to you, even if you don't attend the invitation tonight" Liu Yanshan's voice sounded worried.
While calming Liu Yanshan to avoid becoming such a panic and uproar, Sima Yong said,
"You don't have to think about my safety when the duel comes. I've had a special trick to deal with that tenth rank Semidevil.
Later that night I will come to serve the challenge of the creature" Sima Yong smiled casually, while Liu Yanshan seemed to have no less anxiety. To him, the rank ten Semidevil Hell World was a figure he was so afraid of and invincible.
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By nightfall, far away the day before the time of entering the first fart, Sima Yong had come to the border area of Ninth Hell with Fifth Hell. The area called the arena, was nothing more than a stretch of dry, steep rock covered in ice crystals. He then sat in the lotus position, closed his eyes and meditated.
Although the time of Sut-sie or the first kentongan was not heard yet, Sima Yong saw that people had gathered to crowd the dueling arena in the Hell of the World.
Although the inhabitants of Hell World did not openly stand and gather at the edge of the arena, Sima Yong estimated, no less than about five thousand pairs of eyes were staring at him with a million curiosity. Everyone in the bowels of this earth wants to watch a spectacular show later.
"They prefer to watch silently from the dark cliffs, or from the dark caves above the rock cliffs, rather than standing around the dueling arena" Sima Yong said.
"maybe they are also afraid, just in case they are hit by the sword strikes of experts who are dueling in this arena" he thought.
When there was a fire left to enter Sut-sie time, people were surprised by the loud sound of the music game and the sound of muttering like people reciting prayers.
From a distance Sima Yong saw a flying stretcher, accompanied by eight young girls of various races, each two human race girls and two jingling race girls flying in front of the stretcher. Meanwhile two young women of the judade race and two airen races flew in tandem at the back of the sign.
Each of the young women was holding a musical instrument and the other was picking Guzheng/harp/harp. The dramatic appearance, further adds to the mysterious impression when one can see, if the flying stretcher itself floated, without the shoulder of any expert. The oppressive and killing aura was so thick felt, as the entourage approached the dueling arena.
When the party entered the battle arena, then their throngs floated down soundlessly in a beautiful gesture. At once, as without command.. The people, the inhabitants of the World Hell who were present to the crowd, seemed to kneel as if worshipping, and were preaching mass praise,
"Greetings in honor of the tenth Most Holy Semidevil Hell of the World" after saying the words of flattery.. The atmosphere immediately became very quiet, so quiet that Sima Yong could hear the breathing of people watching silently from the direction of the cliffs.
Sima Yong almost laughed out loud, so funny about the song rank ten of the Ten Most Holy Semidevil. His inner...
"Had their names been so haunted, they also made a kind of ritual obligatory for people when they saw them appear".
Just then as he was about to speak, suddenly something echoed in his head. He heard the sound of childish chirps filling his mind..
"The Sword King's Relic aura !
I felt the aura of the Sword King's relics from the direction of the palanquin in front of you. You must seize the relic to strengthen my soul" Hei Jian whispered words through the young man's mind.
"i understand" Sima Yong replied using his mind, then Hei Jian was silent and did not continue the conversation.
Sima Yong stared deeply at the palanquin, which then featured a handsome young man, a dandy, but broadcast a dangerous aura as the stretcher curtain was opened by two young women.
"Her cup is a dandy and a striped nose" Sima Yong's inner self when looking at his opponent. He's getting more careful.
Such a deceptive appearance of a Demon Hand Learner often made people less vigilant, for suspecting that the opponent was merely a weakling.
"The world parable of the Telaga River which says, beware of such weaklings as these literati and students. Those people were usually much more dangerous than most people thought" Sima Yong then touched the hilt of the Bianfu Red Sword.
The young man called by the name of Demon Hand Student broke the silence in the battle arena. He said,
"Can we start?" a fake smile on his lips.
Sima Yong replied without the slightest smile,
"Aren't you the one who made this duel invitation? We haven't even entered the first fart. What's the rush for?"
"Haha... Alright. Apparently this Lord of our Refiner is a figure who is always on time in doing things" the demonic Hand Student stepped back several acts, instead, then he conversed with the four litter girls standing at the very front.
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"Teng - teng - teng, the time of entering the sutsie" the voice of the night attendant sounded darting up to the duel arena.
Everyone held their breaths as the killing aura peaked, filling the dueling arena at that border. All felt their chests claustrophobic with the suppression of those two cruel auras. The atmosphere turned solemn, as the sound of a sword sounding like it was being ejected from its sheath, giving rise to a heart-draining sound.
"Tsing - tsing"
Back then everyone had seen the Demonic Hand Student caressing his spatial ring, pulling out a long sword no less than three feet long. The back of the sword was not straight like a sword in general, instead it had a twist so the sword looked like a floating red snake.
"The Sacred Snake Sword" hissed the voice of the terrified audience.
While from the corner of Sima Yong, it was also seen floating out a straight sword, emitting a rare reddish color, created specifically in the time of the Bat King thousands of years ago.
People are becoming noisy, though,
"Although it cannot be compared to the Sacred Snake Sword, the reddish sword in the refiner's hand is also a rare treasure of the immortal rank" the spectators hissed.
Dandy man making a sound ,..
"Death under this attack of the Sacred Snake Sword, you should already be satisfied !" The Devil Hand Student began to move, although no one could see what movement he was making.
All that was visible was the sword light that moved swiftly like a ghost. There was no sense of pure Qi within the attack, nor did it look as brilliantly radiant as a high pure air-powered sword, as the Sacred Snake Sword moved in a simple attack, moving the base of the sword, and, but as fast as the ghost.
The audience screamed stifled, because everyone knew. It was an immortal-level technique within the set of immortal-ranked sword techniques,
"Something extraordinary will look ordinary. And something ordinary, will be packed to look extraordinary" Sima Yong closed his eyes while chanting the sword spell.
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