Chapter 1222 - Chapter 27 Emperor Style of Saber and Sword
Chapter 27 Emperor Style of Saber and Sword
The golden light faded away, revealing a boundless white world.
The two great experts of the present age, the representatives of the Human Clan and the Demon Clan, were having a showdown that would determine the reputation and fate of the two clans.
The two of them stood in the snow-white void and did not make a move for a while.
Ding Chunqiu struck out with his sword and saber at the same time, while Xiang Zeyu had already spread out 20 pairs of wings.
“Twenty pairs of wings! That was where the golden light came from, right? What’s with that extremely dazzling golden light? Is that the power of the Golden Wings?”
“20 pairs have been launched. It’s not just golden light, is it? There must be some mystery in the golden light, but… both sides are not injured. Is it a tie?”
“The ice and snow world created in an instant must be Sect Leader Ding’s magical power. Didn’t the terrifying Sword Intent defeat the new master of the Feather Clan in one fell swoop?”
“Truly worthy of being a battle between two great experts of this era. Did they really perform only two moves during the battle just now?!”
Outside the boundary formation, the God Realm Masters were stunned.
They sighed at such a powerful Qi fluctuation. They were glad that they could see this peerless battle.
Some of the experts in the Celestial Realm frowned. They had been in the Celestial Realm for many years. After watching the contest between two experts at the True Immortal Realm, they knew that they were still so far away from that realm.
Some of the experts in the Celestial Realm were suddenly enlightened. From this duel and the moves they saw, they could break through the bottleneck of their martial arts.
Ordinary God Realm and Celestial Realm experts had different expressions and different thoughts.
Above the tsunami, the Sea Clan’s Seven Elders were shocked to the extreme. The Sea God Adorable had an expression of indifference. As for the High Priest, her mood was also surging.
More than a thousand years ago, when the High Priest was still the Mermaid Princess, she got to know Ding Hao.
At that time, she firmly believed that Ding Hao was a one-in-a-million talent in the world and was destined to become the dominator of the world.
At this time, Ding Chunqiu’s Saber Intent and Sword Intent allowed the former Mermaid Princess to see Ding Hao’s nature in him. Not only the Saber Intent and Sword Intent, but also Ding Chunqiu’s temperament, manner, and words were all like Ding Hao’s.
“There is not only Ding Hao in this world!” The High Priest looked at Ding Chunqiu and muttered to herself.
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On the other side.
“Chunqiu has performed the Sword Intent of the 24 Solar Terms, but the victory hasn’t been shown yet. Tell me, what do you think the 24 pairs of wings look like when they are spread out?”
Ding Ke’er, who had been focused on the sea of thunder, suddenly turned her head and asked Wen Duoqing beside her.
Wen Duoqing didn’t dare to neglect Ding Ke’er’s question. He immediately replied, “The Golden Wings is not only a legendary object of the Feather Clan but also a myth of the Demon Clan. As for its power, I don’t know because there are no legends or records about it.”
“Yet you’re the top genius of the Demon Clan!” Ding Ke’er snorted and fixed her eyes on Ding Chunqiu.
Wen Duoqing smiled gently and said, “Although I don’t know how powerful the twenty-four pairs of wings are, I do know that this Feather Clan brat doesn’t have enough strength to fully unleash them…”
“Yeah.”
Ding Ke’er nodded thoughtfully.
Wen Duoqing’s expression turned serious as well.
For the time being, neither of them could see the outcome.
Before Ding Chunqiu and Xiang Zeyu made their final move, Pig Immortal asked, “My nephew has used his saber and sword, but that Feather Clan boy still has eight wings that haven’t been spread. Who do you think will win, big monkey?”
The Great Ape King said confidently, “Four pairs of wings are nothing. Ding Hao’s unique skills are not only Saber Intent and Sword Intent. If Ding Chunqiu has learned all his father’s skills, such a battle would be nothing to him!”
God Emperor Hua Mojian, who was standing beside them, was not as relaxed as they were.
As for this battle, Hua Mojian was just watching from the outside. He seemed to be expressionless, but in fact, his heart was already surging.
At the beginning of the battle, Hua Mojian imagined what the situation would be if he fought either of the two competitors. As the battle between the two evolved, Hua Mojian constantly imagined the possible fighting situation in his mind.
He even almost entered a meditative state. In the face of a duel of this level, how could any expert not have a strong fighting desire?
According to Hua Mojian’s simulation, no matter if it was his duel with Ding Chunqiu or Xiang Zeyu, the outcome of the battle was no different from their current situation. The victory had not yet been shown.
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Inside the boundary formation.
20 pairs of wings plus Xiang Zeyu’s body, shining with golden light, made him look like the reincarnation of the Feather God.
He looked at Ding Chunqiu and said with a smile, “In the next move, you’ll see the true power of the divine object of the Feather Clan. It’s worthy of your father’s reputation to lose to the 24 pairs of Golden Wings.”
In the sea of thunder, the snow gradually melted.
In the face of Xiang Zeyu’s provocation, Ding Chunqiu’s expression was indifferent. He put away his sword and saber.
He said lightly, “I hope you can still have this kind of arrogance after the next move.”
They didn’t say much, and the air became solemn again.
After their next moves, the outcome would be revealed.
Both sides were building up their strength.
Xiang Zeyu closed his eyes tightly and raised his head slightly. He stretched out his hands and palms. He looked as if he was blessed by a god. His expression was calm and peaceful, and he chanted a mysterious incantation with a wandering expression.
Xiang Zeyu uttered more and more strange incantations. At first, only his mouth could be seen moving indistinctly. But later, even though his mouth slightly moved, the incantation sounds were extremely loud and clear like a great bell. Even the experts outside the boundary formation could hear it clearly.
Legend had it that when Xiang Zeyu was born, he had a pair of golden wings on his back. At the same time, he kept chanting a strange incantation, and the golden wings on his back sparkled along.
Those golden wings were the legendary Golden Wings, and Xiang Zeyu’s innate incantation was the Sound Key to activating the Golden Wings.
The legendary object had once again descended into the world. The Feather Clan believed that Xiang Zeyu was the reincarnation of the Feather God. This was a sign that the Feather Clan would be reviving and dominating the world.
When Wen Duoqing heard this incantation, a trace of bewilderment flashed across his face.
“The Divine Clan spread their wings and ruled the world.”
This was an ancient legend.
Before the Immortal Period, the three major branches of the Demon Clan were the Wing Clan which occupied the sky, the Walking Clan which dominated the continent, and the Fish Clan which ruled the sea.
Although the three branches all belonged to the Demon Clan, none of them was willing to submit to the other.
On the one hand, the Demons were tired of fighting humans. On the other hand, they never stopped fighting each other.
This went on until a peerless genius appeared in the Wing Clan. He carried 24 pairs of Golden Wings on his back, and later generations called him the Feather God.
The sudden appearance of the Feather God completely changed the structure of the Demon Clan’s forces.
The Wing Clan became the Demon Clan’s master in one fell swoop. As a result, the Demon Clan gradually gained the upper hand in the battle with the Human Clan.
Later, the Feather Clan worshipped this Feather God and believed in him greatly.
Although the Heaven Path continent had been separated before, this ancient legend had been passed down on the Land of Divine Grace and the Land of Infinity.
However, there had never been a race that believed in the Feather God as the Feather Clan did in the Land of Infinity. As such, there were only a few rumors about this legend.
When Wen Duoqing heard Xiang Zeyu’s strange incantation and saw the shining wings on his back, he immediately associated the so-called Feather God with the supreme master of the Demon Clan who had great magical power in the Immortal Period.
If Xiang Zeyu could reproduce the divine power of the Immortal Period, Ding Chunqiu might not be able to defeat him.
Such a thought flashed through Wen Duoqing’s mind.
As the chanting continued, the twenty pairs of wings on Xiang Zeyu’s back began to flutter.
The golden light covered every wing. The outline of the wings and the lines of the feathers could be seen clearly.
Inside the boundary formation, the snow had completely melted away, revealing yellow sand and stones.
At this time, the sand and stones seemed to respond to the summons of the incantation and wings, floating in the air unconsciously, as if they had broken free from the restraint of the natural power, or as if they had a life all of a sudden and could fly freely in the void.
This happened not only inside the boundary formation but also outside.
All the martial artists could clearly sense that a strange power was trying to lift them up. They felt as if by following this power, they would no longer be bound by the law of gravity.
Floating in the air was a very comfortable feeling.
In the crowd, Ding Hao also couldn’t figure out the endless mysteries hidden in this power for a while.
While Ding Hao was speculating, the aura erupting from Ding Chunqiu immediately attracted his attention.
Ding Hao was stunned, and then a look of relief appeared on his face.
He said to himself, “It seems that this child has already comprehended this move!”
Inside the boundary formation, Ding Chunqiu also slowly floated up. His feet were off the ground, and his arms were spread out. He was not affected by the incantation or the strange floating power at all.
His gaze was so focused that it was like a flame carefully protecting a strong wind, a flame that could ignite the prairie.
Ding Chunqiu was brewing a small flame in his body.
A kind of strange momentum slowly emerged around him. The huge illusion of a saber and a sword behind him covered the sky and the earth as if a supreme emperor had descended and looked down on the mortal world. He was indifferent, aloof, and dignified to the extreme.
Floating in the void, Ding Chunqiu suddenly became tall, like an inviolable immortal.
Seeing such powerful energy bursting out from Ding Chunqiu, Pig Immortal couldn’t help but ask in surprise, “What is this…?”
Zhang Fan looked at Ding Chunqiu intently and answered the Pig Immortal in a restless tone, “This is the Emperor Style of Saber and Sword.”