1307: C1307 The Legend of the Match

C1307 The Legend of the Match

After hesitating for a long time, Ge Xinning suddenly turned around and said to Wu Haozhao, "I beg of you."

Ask me a favor? Wu Haozhao looked at Ge Xinning doubtfully, "Tell me."

"They want to determine the victor, but do not fall on the stage." "When the final battle is about to begin, you are the only one with the power to stop it. No matter how strong their comprehension in the Dao of the Saber is, in front of absolute strength, there is no way to use it, because you are the Martial Cultivator of the Immortal Level, the only one with the Immortal Level."

Wu Haozhao really didn't think that this was what Ge Xinning was asking for and was immediately stunned.

Seeing Wu Haozhao's stunned expression, Ge Xinning looked deeply at Wu Haozhao: "I owe you a favor."

"Alright, but I must repay this favor!" Wu Haozhao nodded heavily.

"No problem!" Ge Xinning looked at Ye Lingtian with hatred in his eyes. 'You can consider yourself lucky, but you can dodge the spear today. If he can't defend against the arrow, you won't be able to survive with Liu steel.'

Ye Yinliang glanced at Ge Xinning with complacency in his eyes. You can't even hold on to Ge Xinning? Wasn't he completely confident previously? If Ge Siyu couldn't touch Ye Lingtian in the arena, then you would be dead for sure if you were playing dirty. Since when did Ye Lingtian suffer a loss in the area of dirty people? A series of bloody cases lay ahead.

The palms of his friends who were watching from afar were covered in sweat. Before the battle, they all knew that this would be the most brilliant battle of Protector Battle, they never thought it would be so exciting, so exciting that they began to doubt their own existence. If the monitoring system could capture their movements, then today's battle would become the pinnacle of battle in the history of the sect's sabresmanship.

The two stars explained what was meant by 'Dao of the blade' and 'Dao of the blade'. They also used their calmness to tell the world that a battle between two experts would determine the victor.

Ten minutes passed, and the bean-sized droplets of sweat fell onto the ground, but the two remained motionless.

Ye Lingtian stared at the Tang Knife of Ge Siyu. It was the first time in his life that he was this nervous, even more nervous than when he was young and facing pairs and pairs of bright eyes in the dense forest at night.

Ge Siyu was also very nervous. The two battles had reached a draw, and the third battle that followed couldn't be discussed any further. At that time, both sides would definitely use their trump cards and fight to the death. For the first time in his life, he felt a strong sense of oppression. The opponent, who did not seem to have much talent in the path of blades, had instinctively used his best move, as if he was not facing a human but an omnipotent god. He could use the tip of his nose to smell the danger and judge the killing intent ahead of time.

Still stuck in place, the two figures on the stage had already raised their strength to their maximum, yet they were still staring at each other.

They were looking for the best direction to attack, the best way to attack.

The entire martial arena was strangely in a state that could be heard no more. Beads of sweat trickled down the faces of the onlookers, as well as some of their weaker friends who were even more nervous than the two onstage.

Everyone knew that the peace on the stage was the prelude to a storm. When Ye Lingtian or Ge Siyu made a move, a huge wave would sweep over with no end in sight.

A bright ray of sunlight shone on Ye Lingtian's face, and there was a slight fluctuation on his resolute face.

Swish!

An azure colored Han Knife flew out from his hands.

Clang!

The sound of the Tang Knife colliding with the Han Knife began the prelude to the final battle.

A feast of sabre battles was finally brought to the table. What the bystanders wanted to do was enjoy the feast, and of course, they finally experienced the true realm of the two combatants.

No matter if it was the Tang Knife or the Han Knife, they would only be in his hands at the moment of impact. Most of the time, both blades would fly in the air. The Tang Knife s would occasionally pass under Ye Lingtian's armpits, and the Han Knife s would occasionally sweep past Ge Siyu's face. No matter how the Tang Knife flew, Ge Siyu and Ye Lingtian seemed to have a faint line controlling the weapon in their hands, as if they had bestowed the weapon spirit.

Man and sword becoming one, blade being man, man being blade. The two most glorious weapons in the history of China had displayed their characteristics to perfection at this moment.

Ye Lingtian easily leapt into the air, holding the Han Knife and slashing it down hard. Ge Siyu spun in the arena to respond, and unexpectedly, the Tang Knife quietly flew towards its opponent's vitals, with a tinge of sophistication mixed with viciousness.

The sky was filled with the glow of sabers. The endless colliding of forces could be heard as the flames of the flowers scattered down like fireworks in the night sky.

Everyone in the martial arts arena was stunned. The two of them unceremoniously accepted their knees in terms of skill and reaction. Even if some of the elders in the Sabre Sect could control their sabers to the level of Ye Lingtian or Ge Siyu, that was during the normal practice sessions. However, not only did the duo play it, they also played it to their heart's content.

Every swing was carefully made, and the gap the knife had made when it was swung again coincided with a clash of fists and feet when the force of the blow had knocked them away.

How many life and death battles did they have to undergo in order to execute the saber battle so fluently? How much talent did they have to be able to completely grasp the details? And how much courage and boldness did they need to completely ignore the risks to perform this pinnacle of battle?

This was a clash between talents. This was a showdown between talents. "One was a powerhouse who had walked out from a myriad of corpses, and the other was a peerless genius who had peeked into the mysteries of heaven after comprehending the Dao of the Saber.

Swish!

Ye Lingtian grasped his sabre with both of his hands as he spun his body around, descending from the sky with a sabre light in his hands.

Clang!

Flames flew in all directions!

This hack was legendary!

Whoosh!

Ge Siyu held the Tang Knife in his hand and swept it forward.

Sssii! *

Ye Lingtian knelt down on the ground and followed along with the fall to the side. The Tang Knife swept past along the Han Knife's blade edge!

This attack was a monolith!

Swoosh! Swoosh!

The Han Knife and the Tang Knife rotated in midair as they fought. The external force released a series of popping sounds, and the sound of their fists and feet colliding created an intense battle song. This was the most brilliant history book of the blade battles!

Before the start of the battle, neither of them had thought that the battle would be so intense. Neither of them had ever imagined that they would be able to display such an unparalleled level of selflessness in this battle.

The flowers bloomed and the sun set. The sword flowers pulled by Han Knife s and Tang Knife s, the blade lights that they had slashed with, the red and blue internal energy that flew in all directions, all these were caught in everyone's eyes. Everything that happened in the competition grounds fell into the long river of history of the Martial Sect, causing the waves to turn into myths, and it resonated with the most wonderful of legends.

The elders in the stands had already stopped breathing. It was as if they were watching a contest between two ancient gods. In this instant, they had forgotten their identities. They had forgotten the identities of the two people in the arena.

With their performance, the onlookers were even able to breathe very carefully. The two people on the distant stage were the Ancient Giant Gods that they worshipped. The huge gap in talent caused their knees to go weak, but at the same time, it also lit up their eyes. If the Sabre Sect was this kind of disciple, then the Sabre Sect should still be a sect? It would be more appropriate to call it Immortal Sect, no! Stronger than Immortal Sect!

No matter if it was Ye Lingtian or Ge Siyu, who had already surpassed the limits of what they could comprehend, it was as if they had to exhaust all the abilities in their bodies and let their talents dry up to this point. It was likely that after this battle, none of them could remember how they swung their swords or how they responded to it.

The dragon on the blade of the Han Knife began to dance, and the strange red light on the blade of the Tang Knife continued to flash.

"Go!" Ye Lingtian stomped his feet. At the same time the Han Knife flew out, he flipped his wrist and six deep blue halos of light suddenly split open, turning into a rain of blades that scattered towards Ge Siyu.

"Let's go!" Ge Siyu turned his body, forming a straight line with the Tang Knife, and rushed towards Ye Lingtian's chest.

Ye Lingtian smacked the ground with his Genuine Qi and suddenly leaped. After flipping twice in the air, the Han Knife flew in a strange arc and landed steadily in Ye Lingtian's hand. The moment Ye Lingtian was about to land on the ground, he suddenly grabbed the broken sheath on the stage with his left hand. With a 'whoosh', he sheathed his blade back into its scabbard. Leaning forward, his body didn't stop at all. With a twist of his foot, a huge force created a huge dent in the steel platform. He then turned his head to face the sky and charged at Ge Siyu.

Ge Siyu swiveled under Ye Lingtian, and as he landed on the ground, his left hand swept the sabre back into its scabbard and pointed the sabre handle towards the iron ring, leaving a depression in the ground as he charged towards Ye Lingtian.

The moment they were about to meet, Ye Lingtian suddenly jumped into the air, bringing along the purest Genuine Qi, jumping very high, just like the blade that Qingcheng Sect station Ann Wuhuan was preparing to use on Ye Lingtian, bringing with it an aura of invincibility, bringing with it the tyranny of sweeping through everything.

Ge Siyu's right hand tightly grasped the handle of his saber. He stomped on the ground and followed Ye Lingtian's trajectory and leaped straight up.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Ye Lingtian used the power of the falling Han Knife to come out of its scabbard, while Ge Siyu used the momentum of the Tang Knife to come out.

The Tang Knife was covered by the red light, as though it was going to freeze the air. The Han Knife's entire body was blue, and it was burning the air.

"Kill!" Ge Siyu found the only stab point from the blooming blue light. If this blade hit Ye Lingtian, he would be cut into two halves.

"Break!" Ye Lingtian held onto his blade with both of his hands. His eyes were flashing with a vicious light. He completely ignored the Tang Knife that was about to reach his chest and slashed down.

It was as if there was a dancing black dragon roaring behind him and a ferocious tiger charging towards the sky beside Ge Siyu.2

Ye Lingtian seemed to want to perform this hack all his life, while Ge Siyu seemed to have exhausted all his talent just for this stab. The Han Knife cut through the air, and the Tang Knife stabbed straight into the void. A loud noise resonated in the air, forming a small whirlwind, which carried along the clothes of the big shots in the far distance.

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