C469 mood fight
C469 mood fight
There were countless different kinds of blade mood, but Yang Jin was the more tyrannical. He had the "Emperor's Blade" and had the aura of an Emperor.
Clang! Clang! Clang …
As the Sword Qi continued to condense, the Sword Qi formation became larger and larger, quickly enveloping the entire Battlestage.
Boom …
On Qin Feng's body, the chromatic sphere was fluctuating violently, as a gigantic blade idea struck him.
In the next moment, he felt as if he had stepped into another domain.
This domain was an endless battlefield. The bones were like mountains, and the blood flow was disastrous.
Countless soldiers wearing black armor with long knife in their hands, and their eyes bloodshot rushed towards Qin Feng like a tide.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
A terrifying roar shook the heavens and earth, causing one's heart to feel like it was about to split.
Despair! Helplessness!
This was the most intuitive feeling people could get from this killing field.
If it was a normal situation, he would be scared out of his wits, but Qin Feng remained indifferent.
"Even in my battlefield, he is still able to keep a straight face. This boy sure is courageous."
Seeing this scene, Yang Jin was also greatly surprised.
"However, even if you are still able to remain calm right now, when a true battle occurs, day and night, your willpower will be worn away bit by bit. Watch as death approaches and you will truly feel despair."
Yang Jin laughed coldly.
Under his control, the black mass of troops surged towards Qin Feng.
"Do you want to test my will?"
Qin Feng shook his head and laughed.
He held the pike in his hand and stood up straight.
"Kill!"
Qin Feng roared.
Swish!
He was like a shooting star, piercing straight into the black mass of soldiers.
Even when thousands of men and horses came, their expressions did not change.
How could ordinary people imagine such courage and willpower?
Rumble …
Amidst the black tide, blood blossomed and people constantly fell.
Roar …
The roar of a dragon resounded throughout the killing grounds of battlefield.
"What's going on?"
Yang Jin's mind moved.
On supervising platform, Sect Master, Elders Fu and Sheng, all had slightly surprised expressions, as if they had seen some kind of profound mystery.
The image of a heavenly dragon had actually appeared within the black tide like army, overturning the seas and rivers.
Under the might of the dragon, large areas of the soldiers were reduced to fine powder.
The spear was like a dragon, destroying the enemy was like crushing a mountain!
This was also a type of mood, a type of spear mood that Qin Feng had refined a thousand times in his previous life.
"How is this possible?"
Yang Jin turned pale and cried out in alarm.
He never thought that Qin Feng would actually have reached the same realm as him. No, to be more precise, it was a realm even more profound than his.
In his previous life, Qin Feng levelled up Infernal domain, annihilated Demon Clan, and conquered the world with his spear.
A magnificent army?
Could an army of thousands be compared to a demon army?
To use such an aura to scare Qin Feng, was simply a pipe dream.
"drunk sleeping on the battlefield. Lord Grim. Gu Lai, how many have returned!" "Awesome, it's been a long time since we've had such a massacre, hahaha …"
Qin Feng laughed out loud, the more he fought, the braver he became.
Bang Bang Bang...
Battlemages were constantly being destroyed, and the black mass of soldiers quickly dissipated like a receding tide.
Those soldiers, whose eyes had been bloodshot with killing intent, trembled as they retreated.
Kill, kill for me! Don't retreat, attack! "
Yang Jin's face and ears flushed red, and shouted again and again.
Taking a step back, with an imposing aura like a dragon, one step back, an immeasurably deep abyss.
The moment the soldier retreated, his aura dissipated.
Although Yang Jin had comprehended the mood of a blade, he was able to use a domain to develop this slaughter battlefield.
Unfortunately, his mood had just been formed and his willpower was not strong enough, so he was far from comparing with Qin Feng.
What Qin Feng had experienced was something he would never be able to imagine in his several lifetimes. This was an innate difference that simply could not be made up for.
Rumble …
Following a violent movement, the Intense Wind Blade Formation was destroyed and the mood was destroyed.
In front of Qin Feng's eyes, clarity was once again restored.
"Puff …"
At the same time, Yang Jin spat out a mouthful of black blood, and his momentum plummeted.
The blade in his hand let out waves of wails.
"It's rare to see a battle of wills like this."
The Sect Leader nodded with a faint smile.
"The strength of these two little fellows are pretty good. Being able to comprehend a bit of the power of mood at such a young age, they are definitely worth it."
Old Fu stroked his white beard, his expression calm and joyful.
"Especially that Qin Feng, he was able to reach such a level in his spear arts, it's truly unexpected."
old age's eyes lit up, as if he admired Qin Feng a lot.
Whether it was knife technique or Spear Arts, in order to comprehend the mood, one had to first comprehend the One with the Saber and the One with the Human and one with the Spear.
Only by reaching this step first would one have the hope of comprehending mood. This was metaplasia.
Different from a certain profound skill's metaplasia, mood was born from a certain type of Cultivation Method, such as swordsmanship, boxing, knife technique, Spear Arts … And so on.
Only those who gathered mastery of a certain type would be able to comprehend mood.
Just like Yang Jin, who had cultivated thirty-six different types of knife technique and melded their origin into a cauldron.
Similarly, Qin Feng in his previous life had cultivated over a hundred kinds of spear skills, so he could naturally comprehend the mood of a spear.
However, for ordinary young disciples, wanting to comprehend mood was as difficult as ascending to the heavens.
It was because of this that the Sect Leader and the others acknowledged this battle.
"Yang Jin, your knife technique is not bad, but it's a pity that the title of 'Knife Emperor' is a bit of a waste."
Qin Feng pointed with his finger and had nowhere to retreat to.
For a true Blade Emperor, forget about anything else, their will must be very strong, they would not be defeated so easily like Yang Jin.
The title of "Knife Emperor" was indeed not worthy of its title.
"I concede …"
Yang Jin struggled for a bit, and in the end, lowered his head while smiling bitterly.
His momentum dissipated, and even if he continued to fight, he would only end up getting humiliated.
Yang Jin was a very cunning and calm person, he would not be like Liang Wei, who, despite knowing that he had no chance of winning, would still launch a sneak attack in the end, resulting in him being crippled like a demon.
"Second match, Qin Feng against Yang Jin, Qin Feng wins."
The Great Elder loudly announced the result.
"Two victories, two defeats against the King of the West and the King of the South? Isn't this way too crazy?"
"To step on four kings, three kings have already fallen. Will the next one be a light Magus?"
Everyone was looking forward to the battle between Qin Feng and the light wizard Hong Tianyang.