I Become a Martial Arts God in the Chaotic Demon World-Chapter 330: The Origin of Sword Skill

Song Xingyuan's use of the Blood Demon Hand might seem shameless, but strictly speaking, it wasn't against the rules, so Cen Xingzi didn't say anything and just watched the people from Wan Zhongshan and the Song Family engage in a war of words.

After all, he did not want to offend either side, so he would just see who won the argument in the end and follow their lead.

Wan Zhongshan wanted to say more, but Han Zheng said indifferently, "Elder Wan, there's no need to argue with them. So what if external elements are used? In the end, it's strength that speaks on this stage.

Let's give them a chance to lose convincingly!"

Seeing Han Zheng speak like this, Wan Zhongshan gave a cold snort towards the people from the Song Family, then turned and sat down.

The Demon Cleansing Bureau was protective of its own, and they likely could not stand to see Han Zheng at a disadvantage.

But now that Han Zheng was confident, Wan Zhongshan held his tongue.

In Song Xingyuan's hand, a long saber, red as fire, appeared, faintly emitting a hot and icy intertwined aura.

"Lose convincingly? Han Zheng, you are truly arrogant!"

Song Xingyuan said coldly, "It was one thing for Song Tianqing, the waste from a collateral branch of my Song Family, to lose to you, but the direct line of the Song Family will not be defeated so easily!"

Han Zheng looked at Song Xingyuan with a smile that wasn't quite a smile, "There's no need to drag Song Tianqing into this. Although he was defeated by me, his strength was not poor.

And his grandfather was also from the Song Family's direct line. Would you say he belongs to the direct line or not?

Of course, if you want to stand up for him on this stage, I'm ready to continue."

"I'm not standing up for Song Tianqing, only to vindicate my Song Family's honor!"

As his words fell, Song Xingyuan swung his long saber, and in an instant, a dazzling sword light had already reached Han Zheng, its speed surpassing that of a swift wind!

But at the moment Song Xingyuan made his move, Han Zheng had already executed the Blood Shadow Floating Light Technique, transforming into a streak of blood light that flashed in front of Song Xingyuan. The Autumn Water Shocking Swallow appeared in his hand, and with a similar slash, he brought forth endless Blood Slaughter aura.

The Autumn Water Shocking Swallow was already full of notches and cracks, nearly half-destroyed.

Using this saber against an existence of Sima Chengzong's caliber would definitely be futile, but it was still no problem to fight against Song Xingyuan.

Song Xingyuan's saber moves suddenly shifted to meet Han Zheng, swiftly and fiercely, yet elusive as a hook hanging on a horned animal, leaving no trace to be found.

The two blades clashed, emitting a piercing sound of sword cries.

Han Zheng's raging vital energy suddenly boiled over, as the power of the Dragon Elephant Sky Chart was pushed to its limit by him.

Overwhelming force bore down, accompanied by a booming sound of power explosion, and Song Xingyuan was forced back three steps by Han Zheng.

But in the next moment, a rich and strange power transmitted from his Blood Demon Hand, and suddenly Song Xingyuan burst forth with an extreme and mighty force, forcing Han Zheng back two steps instead.

Han Zheng let out a soft "huh" of surprise.

He could feel that Song Xingyuan's physical strength was not particularly strong; previously, on the level of strength, he had been nearly crushed by him.

But the power from the Blood Demon Hand was astonishingly great; it had even turned the tables and pushed him back.

In that instant, Han Zheng felt as though he wasn't fighting a Sword Skill master, but rather a demon adept in sword techniques.

At this time, Song Xingyuan's eyes had become blood red, clearly affected by the demonic bloodline once he had resorted to using the Blood Demon Hand.

With a loud shout, Song Xingyuan's long saber lifted countless sword lights, dense and numerous, slashing towards Han Zheng.

Those moves covered an area of a hundred feet in radius, some robust and ferocious, some ethereal and traceless, others swift as the wind.

These sword techniques were starkly different, but their core was one and the same, the Heavenly Blade of the Song Family.

The essence of the Heavenly Blade, changing in innumerable ways.

But no matter how it changed, the essence of the Sword Skill would not alter.

In some respects, Song Xingyuan was indeed a genius.

He started learning the sword at the age of three, and had almost completely mastered the Heavenly Blade Technique as comprehended by the past Sword Skill masters of the Song Family.

Moreover, it was not just in form but truly reached the essence of resemblance.

In an instant, Han Zheng found himself enveloped in the endless range of sword intentions, as if he were sparring with more than a dozen Sword Skill masters.

These techniques, with their mixture of hardness and softness, and their various routes and types, were emergent endlessly, hardly leaving any weakness to be found.

And now, with the augment of the Blood Demon Hand, Song Xingyuan's strength could even be compared to Han Zheng's.

At this moment, Song Xingyuan almost seemed to have no weaknesses at all, as if it was Han Zheng who was at a disadvantage. freewēbnoveℓ.com

Below the stage, Wei Wenruo looked at Song Xingyuan in surprise and said to Xiao Qiushui beside him, "Brother Xiao, this guy is targeting you.

The Blood Demon Hand needs to be nurtured ahead of time before it can be used, and it's clear that he was already prepared to use the Blood Demon Hand before the Weapon Casting Conference.

Song Xingyuan was very well-prepared this time. Fortunately, he met Han Zheng beforehand, or else he might have caught you off guard."

Among the five great families, the strongest is certainly the divine spear Xiao Family, followed by the Heavenly Blade Song Family.

Moreover, the Heavenly Blade Song Family has enormous potential, with the inherent Sword Skill origin in their Heavenly Blade Technique. It could be said that the Song Family's potential is limitless, and perhaps one day a genius disciple will comprehend an even more powerful Sword Skill, elevating the Song Family's strength by a notch.

Initially, Song Xingyuan's dismissal of the Cang Mountain Sword Sect's Sword Dao Thirteen Character True Technique wasn't without reason.

The peak of cultivation for warriors from the Cang Mountain Sword Sect is limited to that of their founding patriarch who created the Sword Dao Thirteen Character True Technique.

The Song Family, on the other hand, has a much longer-term future with more possibilities.

Therefore, the Song Family has always been secretly competing with the Xiao Family, trying to replace them as the head of the Southern Mountain families. Song Xingyuan has also always wanted to surpass Xiao Qiushui.

However, the Xiao Family has never regarded the Song Family with significance, and Xiao Qiushui has never seen Song Xingyuan as a rival.

He was now watching the platform intently, then suddenly uttered two words: "Lost."

"Lost, who has lost?"

"Song Xingyuan has lost."

Wei Wenruo was somewhat confused.

It's Han Zheng who is being suppressed now; how could Song Xingyuan possibly have lost?

Moreover, they have only just exchanged blows, even if Song Xingyuan is to lose, it shouldn't happen so quickly, right?

Just as Xiao Qiushui's words fell, an astonishing Blood Slaughter Aura suddenly erupted from the Autumn Water Shocking Swallow in Han Zheng's hand.

Han Zheng channeled the Origin of Killing Intent into his body, and his eyes instantly turned a crimson red.

His robust blood energy was boiling, and boundless Killing Intent surged.

Transformed into a Nine Prisons Shura, he slaughtered the world!

Nine Prisons Slaughter Life Saber!

The boundless Killing Intent broke through the thousands of Sword Lights, and Han Zheng, like a bloodied Asura, frantically continued his slashing.

Although he was using a saber, no set movements could be seen; even the force of his slashes seemed somewhat disordered.

Yet each of Han Zheng's slashes could break one set of Song Xingyuan's Sword Skill, and no matter how much the Heavenly Blade changed, it was all to no avail.

Han Zheng's Nine Prisons Slaughter Life Saber was created solely for the purpose of killing, abandoning those superfluous movements and aiming straight for the core of Sword Skill.

The saber is the ultimate weapon of slaughter, existing only for killing!

Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication; at this moment, Han Zheng's inner core Sword Intent was more in line with the Heavenly Blade Truth than Song Xingyuan's.

Song Xingyuan's biggest advantage was that he had learned the saber techniques of all the past sword masters of the Song Family.

But his biggest weakness was that all the saber techniques he used were derived from the Heavenly Blade by other masters, suitable for them, but not necessarily for Song Xingyuan.

Song Xingyuan himself had not comprehended a Heavenly Blade that was uniquely his own!

But down below, an elder of the Song Family suddenly stood up, looking at Han Zheng with disbelief.

How could he vaguely see the shadow of the Song Family's Heavenly Blade, that directly pointed to the essence of Sword Skill, in Han Zheng?

But how could Han Zheng possibly learn their Song Family's Heavenly Blade, and how could he possibly comprehend the essence of Sword Skill?

After Han Zheng's explosive round, Song Xingyuan was directly stunned.

His own saber technique was actually no match against Han Zheng?

Even after using the Blood Demon Hand and exerting the full force of the Heavenly Blade Power, he was still so miserably defeated by Han Zheng.

The trump card he had prepared for Xiao Qiushui was completely crushed before he even saw Xiao Qiushui's face, which was simply a joke!

A great sense of unwillingness filled Song Xingyuan's heart, and he suddenly looked at his Blood Demon Hand and fiercely gritted his teeth.

Seeing Song Xingyuan's action, the elder of the Song Family watching below suddenly felt a sinking feeling in his heart.