The Northern Sword God
The Great Battle at Ling Jian Academy 3
The experts from the Seven Great Sects stormed out where their enemy the Xue Chang Empire's alliance practitioners were.
The Xue Chang alliance party was also unwilling to lose. The sound of the foot clattering of thousands of snow wolves rang out loud as the snow wolf carrying thousands of practitioners ran towards the assault of the Seven Sect practitioners of the Great Ying Empire.
“Archer team Cross bow ... all take position”
On the side of the Seven Sects, back hundreds of troops of the Seven Sects Crossbow archers prepared and took firing positions.
While the crossbow troops prepare their troops…. Thousands of Seven Sect practitioners who were running or flying were seen heading towards the Xue Chang Alliance's forces. A boisterous noisiness rang out as the rapidity of the sword techniques and the formation of the seals were read out by these practitioners.
Then the leader of the crossbow troops shouted out a cue…
“Tembaak...”.
The hundreds of crossbow arrows floated up and rained down on the Imperial Alliance's army of Xue Chang
The sound of clashing weapons clashing with shrill weapons rang out as the Xue Chang Alliance forces tried to dodge the rain of arrows.
However, not a few also heard the sound of a thud when the fallen human figures were exposed to the rain of arrows.
“Bunuuh..”.
The shouting voice of the Seven Sect practitioners forces who had been close to the Xue Chang Alliance forces encouraged each other. The face-to-face battle between the thousands of Seven Sect practitioners against the Xue Chang Alliance had begun.
The thunderous clashing sounds of sharp weapons filled the entire area on the snowy ground of Ling Jian Academy. The aura of murder was very thick felt. Kill or be killed, that's their only principle.
By the time the battle between the two camps took place, time showed the day was beginning to head into the afternoon. When the atmosphere of battle that made everyone engulfed by the lust of killing each other, suddenly the sunlight began to turn into a golden-colored light.
This golden light encompassed the entire battle area all the way to the fortress of Ling Jian Academy. I guess the coverage is up to 10 km away..... A golden light that makes the glare of the eyes and brings heavenly charm to those who are exposed to that light.
Unconsciously all the practitioners who were fighting stopped for a moment, then many people turned their eyes towards the sun. What is it that makes the sunlight turn into a golden color (in their hearts wonder)...
When all the practitioners who were fighting were looking up at the sky, it was seen in the sky a human shadow that was flying gracefully, covering the sunlight. The figure then descended to the place of battle where practitioners of both camps were fighting.
But what made everyone surprised and became gasp was, clearly visible an aura of golden giant eagle wings seemed to shade the figure of the practitioner in green clothes.
It seemed like the golden wing aura was covering the sky so that the sunlight reflected the colored sun light onto the emasan.
Sima Yong landed on the expanse of ice followed by the arrival of Yu Long. Sima Yong's unique appearance wearing a extinct green tunic, the face covered with the purple Jade Mask was extremely attractive to both parties.
Her beautiful star-colored hair added a sense of admiration in everyone's heart.
Unwittingly also ... The dispute between the two camps stopped for a moment. All the attention was currently shifted to Sima Yong. The initial appearance that with the aura effect of the gigantic golden wings earlier had made the hearts of all practitioners tremble.
Everyone thought that this person who had just arrived was someone with extremely high abilities.
Whispers happen, though,
“someone with the cultivation realm of the Great Spirit Realm.”.
“Yu Long.. Who is that person? Why can he come with you?”
Even the newly arrived Yu Long was the target of the practitioners' questions. Everyone was curious about the figure that looked so powerful.
*******
Sima Yong then spoke in a voice containing Qi towards the battle between Master Wen Yu who was fighting against the Grim reaper. The melodious sound like the throbbing of a flute further dazzled the practitioners between the two camps.
Sima Yong saw correctly that Master Wen Yu had been pushed back by the Grim reaper who repeatedly sent soul attacks towards Master Wen Yu. He knew Master Wen Yu had a certain limit to fighting mental strength.
“Master Sect Chief Cloud Sword, if you don't mind ... allow this young me to fight against that magic monster”
Master Wen Yu then withdrew from the battle and threw a grateful look. He looked at Sima Yong.
If you know for sure if you continue fighting soul force like that, his soul must have suffered heavy injuries. It was better for him to accept the offer of the hijay-clothed young man. The grim reaper during his battle repeatedly swung the Styche which began to damage mental health.
While sitting cross-legged, he was cultivating. The five hundred North Star Formation supporting practitioners also breathed a sigh of relief.
Sima Yong jumped up and flew. In a loud voice he said,
"Mao Jianheeng your opponent is me. Let's both fight"
“I will represent the Seven Sects of the Great Ying Empire and you both represent the Empire Alliance of Xue Chang"
"If you both lose, please you and the Xue Chang Alliance leave our Great Ying Empire this”
Mao Jianheeng laughed widely,
Sima Yong sighed for a moment and said.
“You and the forces of the Xue Chang Alliance can directly attack and conquer all the practitioners of these Seven Sect”
“Will but don't worry, I won't lose. Do not think only you can play the Death Rhythm technique. Do you think only the demon race understands and is able to play that technique?”
With a sudden smile in the hand Sima Yong had held a harp musical instrument. And with a subtle movement he then took a cross-legged position in the air and his finger began to pluck one of those harp strings,
“Tryingggg.
A gigantic sword energy appeared and shot out like a huge wave roll towards the Grim reaper.
This sword energy hit the Grim reaper which then flung several spears backwards.
… things become quiet……..
“You are an Elf race?....”
Ask Mao Jianheeng.
“In this part of the Silver Continent.only the demon race and the Elf race still mastered the knowledge of this Deathly Rhythm Technique”.
Mao Jianheeng voiced out in an extremely cold tone
All of the cultivators in the ice field battle arena of Ling Jian Academy were aghast. The appearance of the demon race in the past few years has made them frenzied.
Then now the appearance of the Elf race? What is this sign? Everyone is busy wondering inside.
“So that green-clad figure from the Elf Race. Not only from the Devil Race”
“It seems like the signs of a battle between the Sword Kings will soon be happening. Now have appeared two races that disappeared hundreds of years ago”
“Yu Long,.. is it true that he is an Elf race?” someone asked Yu Long.
“I don't know, which is clear he is very high in ability. It feels like in this Northern Hemisphere no one can beat him”
*******
“Then let's bet”
Mao Jianheeng exclaimed as he jumped into the air. The flute in his hand immediately let out a tone with a chaotic tone-play that greatly affected the mental health of the person he was attacking.
The grimm reaper who had been silent because it was not moved by Mao Jianheeng's mental strength, instantly moved as well.
His Styche Back hovering emits a radiance of sheen. It seemed like the Grim reaper was intending to damage Sima Yong's soul with a single slash.
Sima Yong also plays a song composition about the worship of the Ice Dragon ruler of Earth.
The dragon figure made of ice crystals instantly formed from the rhythm of death then then with its mouth agape.
The Ice Dragon and Grim reaper were then engaged in a fierce fight. The soul attacks that the Grim reaper unleashed through its Styche could always be evaded by the Ice Dragon by sending the dragon tail's libasan towards the styche.
All the practitioners who had been engrossed in fighting, had now completely forgotten about the war between them. What was now was their gazes directed into the sky to see the two giant mythical creatures fighting in the air.
The sound of music could be heard coming from the two practitioners who were fighting in the air. The chaotic music rhythm Named Devil's song picks up matched by the gentle clang of the harp playing the song of the Ice Dragon's Adoration.
The two mental powers (magic) were actually doing a fierce battle and dazzling the eyes in the air.
Sometimes the drugging sound of the demonic flute, made some weak practitioners of his mental strength fall unconscious.
Some practitioners who were able to endure really had to exert their mental abilities to shut their minds before being tempted and their souls eroded by that demonic music.
But by the time they had begun to enter the trance and were about to fall down, the smooth sound of the clanking of the harp sounded back as if resuscitating them. Then then they hurriedly took a cross-legged stance to cultivate improving the mind's ability to not be distracted by that demonic music.
Mao Jianheeng was really angry. The ability of the death musician, which he considered a technique that only a few people mastered, turned out to be nothing in front of this Elf man.
The more powerful he exerted the Qi ability in his soul with hope in order to shorten that soul battle, then then win this soul battle.
Smoke had shot out from his head while his hideous face had become reddish.
“Song of the devil tone to Nine..”.
Mao Jianheeng again did a push with a 100% ability on the soul attack. The figure of the grim reaper looks changed into a giant fog roll shaped head of a large skull. The head was seen crashing towards the Ice Dragon and preparing to swallow the Ice Dragon………
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