C8 (1/2)
When Yang Linglong saw Ling Hao's appearance, she rolled her eyes. This touch of grace caused Ling Hao's heart to palpitate wildly.
”Do you have flowers on your face?”
Ling Hao was speechless. This seductive woman was really difficult to control. No flowers, you are like a flower.
Ling Hao was slightly stunned. For a powerhouse like you, your cultivation is at least at the True Sun realm. What can a mere fourth level Qi Condensation cultivator like me help you with?
With that, Yang Linglong changed her seductive posture and walked out of the room with Ling Hao following closely behind.
”Cloud Piercing Sword Art and Inferior Grade Martial Skill, Young Noble Ling, I can't see your cultivation level. You are clearly at the 3rd level of the Qi Condensation realm, but I feel that it is not what it looks like.”
Ling Hao was silent. This was because he had practiced the Qi Restraining Technique. It was not difficult to see through the true realm beyond the two great levels.
”However, I have suppressed my cultivation to the 3rd level of Qi Condensation. This has nothing to do with enmity. I just want to exchange some pointers with you.”
There was a smile in Yang Linglong's eyes, as well as an obsession with martial arts.
In his previous life, Tai Hao had been obsessed with cultivation all his life, and people in the martial arts world called him crazy. He had always respected those who were obsessed with martial arts.
Seeing how sincere this woman was, Zhang Xuan decided to give her some pointers.
”Make your move.” Ling Hao held the sword in his right hand as his eyes revealed a fighting spirit.
”Piercing Clouds, Scorching Sun!”
Yang Linglong's sword stabbed forward, bringing with it torrential Zhen Qi, bright white light, and a scorching sun.
”Flames overflowing the heavens, no sword intent.”
When Ling Hao attacked, wind and thunder swept across. Each move was as if it was formless, moving like thunder, and as calm as a gentle breeze.
A sword attack!
”Ten Thousand Great Thunderbolt.”
In the blink of an eye, the courtyard was filled with flying sand and rocks.
Yang Linglong tried her best to block it with her zhen qi, the sword shone with a dazzling purple light.
”East-rising Purple Qi!”
Her sword was like the descent of an emperor, controlling the life and death of all. His eyes were filled with confidence, and he was sure that Ling Hao would find it difficult to resist.
Young man, I hope you can give me a pleasant surprise. This sword is comparable to the fifth level of Qi Condensation.
Ling Hao was slightly surprised. Yang Linglong's swordsmanship was at the level of a swordsman, and judging from the flow of her true qi, it was beyond the range of a sword genius.
Ling Hao, who always liked to fight, had long since forgotten to hide his weakness.
He stared at the monstrous purple light in the sky as a sharp sword stabbed towards him. The sound of the sword piercing through the air could be heard.
With cold eyes, he closed them.
The flying sand and rocks centered around Ling Hao gradually revolved around him, as if obeying Ling Hao's orders.
”Creating something from nothing.”
The flying sand and rocks condensed into a giant sword. The blade itself was ancient and unadorned.