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Chapter 71 Heavenly Sword Radiance Pierces the Sky, The Battle of Blood Dragons Decides the Victory
Zhao Lingfeng, wielding the Heavenly Light Sword, charged towards Han Yi. The sword shone brilliantly, and a suffocatingly powerful aura instantly spread out. At this moment, the battlefield was filled with howling winds and swirling sand, as if even the battlefield itself was tense and uneasy about this life-or-death battle. Zhao Lingfeng's face was ashen, his teeth clenched, and the veins on his hand gripping the Heavenly Light Sword bulged from the force. Han Yi had actually eaten the Blood Dragon Ginseng, which filled Zhao Lingfeng with intense anger and resentment. At this moment, his only thought was to kill this gifted young man to eliminate any future trouble.
"Heavenly Light Piercing Slash!" Zhao Lingfeng roared. He raised the Heavenly Light Sword high, its blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight. Then, with the force of a thunderbolt, he swung it down, a dazzling sword light shooting into the sky, hurtling towards Han Yi like lightning. Wherever this sword light passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound, and the surrounding space seemed to tremble slightly. Debris on the ground was swept up by the powerful airflow, flying everywhere and crashing against the surrounding mountain walls with dull thuds. A ferocious look appeared on Zhao Lingfeng's face, his eyes fixed on Han Yi, as if he wanted to devour him alive.
Seeing this, Han Yi's expression turned solemn, daring not to be careless in the slightest. He gripped his longsword tightly, pouring all his spiritual energy into it. He knew he absolutely could not let Zhao Lingfeng escape, or the consequences would be dire. Han Yi's heart was filled with fighting spirit; he had to defeat Zhao Lingfeng and survive. Han Yi's eyes were firm and sharp, his brows slightly furrowed, and a resolute expression appeared on his face.
With a loud shout, he unleashed "One Sword Breaks a Thousand Pounds." The longsword in his hand shone brightly, spiritual energy gathering and compressing on its blade to form a dazzling sharpness. Han Yi forcefully swung his sword towards Zhao Lingfeng's sword light, the sharpness seeming capable of tearing the heavens and earth apart.
The Heavenly Light Sword's light clashed fiercely with Han Yi's "One Sword Breaks a Thousand Pounds," producing a deafening roar. The powerful impact caused the surrounding ground to crack and dust to fly everywhere. Trees nearby snapped their branches under the force of the impact, their leaves swirling in the air. Han Yi was forced back several steps by the force, his feet leaving two deep gashes in the ground. A look of pain crossed his face, but his eyes quickly regained their fighting spirit.
Zhao Lingfeng swung the Heavenly Light Sword once more, unleashing a barrage of "Heavenly Light Void-Piercing Slashes." A torrent of sword light rained down on Han Yi. Zhao Lingfeng's movements grew faster and faster; the Heavenly Light Sword in his hand seemed to transform into a dazzling beam of light. His eyes were filled with madness, as if he wanted to utterly destroy Han Yi. Beads of sweat appeared on Zhao Lingfeng's forehead, and his breathing became rapid, but he did not cease his relentless attacks. Each sword light carried an aura of destruction; wherever it struck, deep trenches were carved into the ground, and countless cracks appeared on the mountainside.
Han Yi calmly countered, continuously wielding his longsword and employing the "One Sword Breaks a Thousand Pounds" technique to deflect Zhao Lingfeng's attacks. Sweat gradually beaded on his forehead, but the fighting spirit in his eyes remained undiminished. Each swing of his sword carried immense power, clashing fiercely with Zhao Lingfeng's sword light. The surrounding air seemed to freeze under their battle, the tense atmosphere making it hard to breathe. A resolute expression appeared on Han Yi's face; he bit his lip, focusing entirely on dealing with Zhao Lingfeng's attacks. His figure darted through the sword light like a nimble cheetah, dodging Zhao Lingfeng's deadly strikes.
"Young man, watch how I slay you today!" Zhao Lingfeng's eyes flashed with a cold light as he roared with laughter and charged at Han Yi once more. A smug look appeared on his face, as if victory was already in his grasp.
Han Yi glared at him and roared back, "Stop being so arrogant!" His eyes were filled with defiance; he would not give up easily.
The two continued their fierce battle, their sword shadows and flashes intertwining, the entire battlefield enveloped in their powerful spiritual energy. The light flickered, dazzling the eyes. Each collision unleashed tremendous power, further damaging the surrounding environment. Craters appeared one after another in the ground, and the mountain walls trembled precariously, as if they might collapse at any moment.
The battle had reached a fever pitch, and no one knew what the final outcome would be. But both Han Yi and Zhao Lingfeng understood that this was a life-or-death struggle, and only by going all out could they have a chance of survival.
However, Han Yi had only recently broken through to the Foundation Establishment realm and was not yet fully proficient in controlling its power. Furthermore, Zhao Lingfeng's strength had increased significantly after unleashing his natal flying sword, the Heavenly Light Sword. As the battle continued, Han Yi found himself increasingly strained and gradually fell into a disadvantageous position. Zhao Lingfeng seized this opportunity, unleashing a barrage of sword lights from his Heavenly Light Sword, raining down on Han Yi like a storm. Although Han Yi tried his best to defend, each collision caused his arm to tremble slightly, clearly indicating that he was struggling to keep up.
In the end, Han Yi couldn't completely dodge Zhao Lingfeng's sharp sword light. The sword light struck Han Yi like lightning, and his body was instantly sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground. The moment he landed, dust billowed up, quickly engulfing Han Yi. Han Yi coughed up a mouthful of blood, the blood standing out starkly against the dust. His face was ashen, devoid of any color, his brows furrowed tightly, and his expression revealed extreme pain.
Zhao Lingfeng was also seriously injured. His breathing was rapid and erratic, each breath seeming to carry a heavy burden. Multiple wounds on his body were bleeding, staining his clothes crimson. However, compared to Han Yi, his condition was slightly better.
Zhao Lingfeng looked at Han Yi lying on the ground, a smug look in his eyes. He slightly raised the corners of his mouth, a victor's smile. He secretly rejoiced that this arduous battle was finally about to end in his victory. Zhao Lingfeng slightly raised his chin, looking at Han Yi with contempt, as if to say, "You are ultimately no match for me."
Han Yi lay on the ground, a surge of intense resentment rising within him. He clenched his teeth, his gums seemingly about to bleed. He struggled to stand, but his body felt as heavy as lead, utterly unresponsive. Exhaustion and pain rendered him powerless; every wound throbbed with pain. He stared at Zhao Lingfeng, who was closing in, his eyes wide with fury. He refused to accept defeat; he had so much unfinished business, so many goals waiting to be achieved. Han Yi's face was etched with pain and resentment, his eyes filled with anger and defiance, as if proclaiming his unwavering determination never to yield.
Zhao Lingfeng, panting heavily, slowly walked towards Han Yi. His steps were heavy, yet unwavering. The Heavenly Light Sword in his hand still gleamed with a cold light, its radiance seemingly foreshadowing Han Yi's fate. Zhao Lingfeng's eyes were cold and resolute; he had made up his mind to deliver the final blow to Han Yi.
"I am the victor, die!" His voice was filled with the arrogance of a victor.
Han Yi lay on the ground, a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. He struggled to lift his head, staring at Zhao Lingfeng without speaking, his body frantically absorbing spiritual energy to heal his injuries. He silently vowed that if he had the chance, he would definitely take revenge. Han Yi's eyes revealed unwavering conviction and indomitable will.
Zhao Lingfeng had also experienced Han Yi's prowess firsthand, and he wouldn't give Han Yi any chance to turn the tables. His Heavenly Light Sword hurtled straight towards Han Yi's chest, ready to deliver the final blow. The surrounding air seemed to freeze, the tense atmosphere suffocating.