Zhang Hao roared and unleashed the Quick Blade Truth. An incomparably fierce blade slashed down.
"Hmph!"
The ancient, dark longsword in Evil Sword Sheng Qianming's hand trembled slightly, then drew a line in the void. Zhang Hao's slash missed its target.
Zhang Hao was greatly startled. Because he felt a huge force rebound. Caught off guard, Zhang Hao retreated three steps.
"It seems to be the power of that sword!"
Zhang Hao looked at the sword in Evil Sword Sheng Qianming's hand with some surprise. However, he wasn't sure. He became even more cautious next.
The speed of the two sides' battle was very fast, often in a single breath, they had exchanged dozens of moves.
"Astonishing Cold Glimpse!"
Zhang Hao roared. The Blood God Blade in his hand slashed down.
The sword in Evil Sword Sheng Qianming's hand trembled again, then drew a circle in the void. Zhang Hao's attacks all disappeared.
Zhang Hao frowned. He was now sure that there was indeed something wrong with the sword in Sheng Qianming's hand. No wonder Jun Mo Ming had reminded him earlier to be careful of that sword. It seemed that Jun Mo Ming's reminder was quite reasonable.
Zhang Hao noticed that as long as Sheng Qianming's hand gestures were coordinated with that sword, a rebounding force would be activated. This made Zhang Hao's attacks very passive.
"Damn it, Young Master will see if all your power can really rebound?" Zhang Hao smiled coldly.
Zhang Hao could see that using this power was also somewhat strenuous for Sheng Qianming.
Next, Zhang Hao's Quick Blade Truth was unleashed to its limit, launching frantic attacks.
Although Sheng Qianming could predict the future and find the flaws in Zhang Hao's blade techniques, Zhang Hao's blade speed was too fast, and often Sheng Qianming had no way to react.
This caused Sheng Qianming to be completely suppressed by Zhang Hao. However, the situation on the stage remained in a stalemate. Although Zhang Hao had the upper hand, it didn't seem so easy to defeat Sheng Qianming for a while.
"Red Apricot in Snow!"
Zhang Hao unleashed forty-nine blade lights, which formed an illusion.
Sheng Qianming's mind was slightly startled. In front of him, it seemed as though some Martial Warriors who had died tragically by his hand in the past appeared. At this moment, these Martial Warriors were crawling towards him, covered in blood. However, Sheng Qianming was a Half-Step Martial Ancestor. He quickly broke free from the illusion. Although these illusions only captured Sheng Qianming for less than three breaths of time, in a battle between experts, the key is to gain the initiative.
"Go to hell!"
Zhang Hao roared and slashed at Sheng Qianming.
Although Sheng Qianming reacted, at this moment he had undoubtedly lost all initiative. Zhang Hao's strike directly sent him flying.
Sheng Qianming landed on the ground, and under that great force, his body slid out more than ten meters. However, his body was standing on the edge of the battle stage and did not fall off.
"Puff!"
Sheng Qianming felt his internal energy and blood boiling, and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of fresh blood. He stared with wide eyes at Zhang Hao in front of him and said, "You forced me to do this."
Sheng Qianming suddenly let out a low roar. He spat out another mouthful of fresh blood, directly onto the Evil Sword in his hand. Soon, the Evil Sword began to tremble violently. It absorbed the fresh blood that Sheng Qianming had spat onto the sword body. Immediately after, Sheng Qianming's eyes began to turn red. An evil aura emanated from Sheng Qianming's body.
"Ah!"
Sheng Qianming thrust a sword towards Zhang Hao.
Zhang Hao's heart slightly tightened. What fast speed.
Zhang Hao quickly used the Lingbo Micro Step, barely avoiding this sword thrust. But it was only by a hair's breadth.
Missing with one strike, Sheng Qianming attacked Zhang Hao again.
Layers of sword light, carrying the power to destroy everything. The surrounding air seemed to be on the verge of exploding.
Zhang Hao felt that this power did not seem to be Sheng Qianming's power. Instead, it came from the black sword in Sheng Qianming's hand. Could it be that the blood Sheng Qianming spat out earlier was to unlock the Seal of this sword?
As if to confirm his thoughts, Zhang Hao looked up at Sheng Qianming. He found that Sheng Qianming's eyes were bloodshot, extremely terrifying.
After confirming his guess, Zhang Hao knew that the only thing he could do now was to wait. This power was not Sheng Qianming's and certainly couldn't last long. It was like activating a Bloodline, it could only last for a period of time. The only thing that put pressure on Zhang Hao was that he didn't know how long this power of Sheng Qianming's could last.
Layers of sword shadows surged towards Zhang Hao like a tide. Each sword contained the power to destroy everything, as if to detonate the air.
The battle stage vibrated violently.
Another hundred moves passed, and Zhang Hao was completely suppressed, with no ability to fight back.
"Sword Blood Lotus!"
The sword in Sheng Qianming's hand suddenly thrust out streaks of blood shadows. The blood shadows transformed into a blood lotus, which began to bloom in the void and then gradually enlarge.
What terrifying power.
Zhang Hao's heart also faintly felt a trace of danger. He roared, "Break it for me!"
Zhang Hao frantically poured all his strength into the blood blade in his hand. The Blood God Blade radiated a dazzling blood light.
"Boom!"
Zhang Hao's strike directly slashed onto the blood lotus. But the huge rebound force sent him back. Landing on the battle stage, Zhang Hao's feet instantly slid back dozens of meters. He was almost at the edge of the battle stage, just one step away from falling off.
"Wow!"
Zhang Hao couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of fresh blood. His face was extremely pale.
Sheng Qianming looked at Zhang Hao and smiled triumphantly, "Zhang Hao, you lost."
Zhang Hao also smiled, shook his head at Sheng Qianming and said, "No... it should be you who lost."
"Heh heh, you're still struggling in vain! Now you probably can't even move, right!"
Sheng Qianming sneered and walked towards Zhang Hao step by step. Just as he reached Zhang Hao, suddenly, the acupuncture points all over his body exploded.
"Wow!"
Sheng Qianming knelt on the ground. His expression was extremely pained, and he muttered to himself, saying with some disbelief, "How is this possible, how could this happen?"
Zhang Hao seemed to have known everything long ago, and said to Sheng Qianming, "It's normal, because this is not your own cultivated power, so it naturally cannot last long. Sheng Qianming, you lost this battle. Hahaha..."
"No... how could I, Evil Sword, lose, impossible..."
Sheng Qianming frantically circulated the True Qi within his body, wanting to counterattack again. Suddenly, his face turned pale, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. He fainted.
The entire battle stage was silent, everyone was somewhat in disbelief. It seemed they hadn't expected Sheng Qianming to be defeated like this. You know, he was Evil Sword! His cultivation was ranked among the best in the entire Hao Xian Sect's Outer Sect.