Weapon Master

In the early morning, the sky was somewhat overcast. Not long after, heavy rain poured down from the Yan Yang City. Even so, there were still many cultivators gathered around the life and death arena.    

The Life and Death Arena was located in the center of a plaza in the west of the city. It was a round platform that was around two meters tall, and about thirty meters in size. The round table was as black as ink, as if it had been cut and polished by a gigantic boulder.    

As long as the Yan Yang City existed, the life and death arena would exist.    

But even so, the life and death arena wasn't damaged at all. There were still bloodstains on the stage. Even if it was this heavy rain, it still couldn't be washed clean.    

The surrounding 100 meters around the life and death arena was filled with rooms.    

The cultivators gathered under the eaves. Most of those who came here were the preparatory disciples of the Sword-fighting Villa. After all, no matter if it was Tang Huan or Gu Sen, they were only preparatory disciples. Their life and death battle was a huge matter for everyone in the Sword-fighting Villa, but compared to the Yan Yang City and even the entire "Pure Yang Sword Sect", it was nothing more than a small matter, nothing worth paying attention to.    

A fight to the death on the life and death arena was nothing out of the ordinary for the citizens of Yan Yang City.    

Over the years, countless cultivators had died on the Life and Death Arena. This sort of life-and-death battle occurred almost every day, sometimes even several times a day. On this black round platform, there were cultivators that had been below Heavenly Domain before, and had come to Heavenly Domain and the Heavenly Domain before as well.    

Even Three Yuan Realm warriors would occasionally come to the Life and Death Stage to fight with their lives.    

The closer it got to noon, the more cultivators gathered around the life and death arena. However, not only did the rain not stop, it became even heavier, just like a torrential downpour.    

"It's here!" "It's here!"    

"Tang Huan?"    

"It looks like Tang Huan!"    

"?"    

Under the eaves of the houses surrounding the plaza, a commotion suddenly broke out.    

At that moment, on the wide road to the east of the Life and Death Stage, thirteen figures dashed over. Within a short while, they entered the plaza. Like lightning, they arrived below the life and death arena. Twelve people stopped in their tracks, while the person at the front leaped up and landed on the platform.    

This man was Tang Huan!    

As the raindrops fell, they seemed to be blocked by an invisible layer of Stong Qi, and they all slid down to the ground. On the way, Tang Huan actually didn't get a single drop of rain. Below the stage, Hu Xuan, Chen You and the others were also the same. For True Spirit Stage cultivator, it was not difficult to do so.    

After a while, people started coming out from the eaves of the houses.    

On the life and death arena, Tang Huan's eyes slightly narrowed, and remained as unmoving as a mountain. The Flame Feather Spear in his hands released a faint fiery red glow in the rain. However, more and more cultivators appeared under the Life and Death Stage. There were people whispering to each other, and even though it was covered by the rain, there were still soft murmurs coming from time to time.    

"Oh, today, this life and death arena is going to take away another life."    

"This Tang Huan doesn't have a big chance of winning, the difference between his and Gu Sen's cultivation is too big, if he had already broken through to seventh level of True Spirit Stage, even if it's peak of the sixth level of True Spirit Stage, it would be hard to say who would win."    

"Tang Huan is extremely cunning, do you think that he is the kind of person who would come to the life and death arena to die even though he knows his chances of winning are slim?"    

"It seems like it's almost noon, could Gu Sen be not coming?"    

"What kind of joke is this, with Gu Sen's arrogant personality, who wouldn't come?"    

"?"    

"It's finally here!"    

Tang Huan suddenly opened his eyes as a hint of coldness flashed across his face. His two eyes penetrated through the heavy rain curtain and landed hundreds of meters away. At the end of the misty road, a white figure suddenly appeared and quickly leaped over. In just a short while, it had already landed on the Life and Death Stage.    

The person who came was Gu Sen, and his eyes were filled with killing intent.    

"Clang!"    

At almost the same time, the long sword in Gu Sen's hand came out of its scabbard, the sword sheath was pitch black, the sword body was as white as snow, and in the instant the sword was revealed, a bone-chilling coldness swept out, and this life and death arena, seemed to instantly turn into an ice cave. Within a radius of several tens of meters, the drops of rain that descended seemed to turn into sparkling and translucent ice beads, and fell onto the ground with a crackling sound, like raindrops hitting a banana, and falling onto a jade plate.    

At this moment, it was as if hail had fallen on the life and death arena, and the arena was instantly covered in a layer of white.    

"Buzz!"    

Seeing that, Tang Huan smiled, the Flame Feather Spear suddenly released a red light, and a berserk and unparalleled blazing intent surged out in all directions. Wherever it went, it looked like the sun had melted and the snow melted. The ice droplets instantly turned into puddles of rainwater and were evaporated completely by the heat.    

The two auras clashed with each other and the Life and Death Stage seemed to have been instantly split into two. The left side was scorching hot while the right side was chillingly cold.    

"Whoosh!" In the next moment, the two figures rushed at each other almost simultaneously.    

"Han Feng's Killing Sword, Xue Wu!"    

The moment his body shot out, the sword in Gu Sen's hand slashed once, and countless of snowflakes instantly flew out from the sword, dancing in the air. In an instant, these snowflakes were swept up by the wind, causing the temperature around them to plummet.    

Gu Sen's eyes were cold, just like the snow white sword in his hand.    

This "Cold Edge Killing Sword" was his most powerful sword skill. Since yesterday, he already had the intent to kill Tang Huan, so when he went onto the life and death arena, he immediately unleashed it without saying anything. At this moment, every snowflake that he activated, contained a strong killing intent.    

"Hu!"    

Tang Huan's eyes became serious, and the long spear in his hand danced.    

On the spearhead, flames rose up. In an instant, a huge fireball condensed and formed. The moment the spear moved, the fireball was like a sun that had fallen from the sky, roaring at Gu Sen. The boundless heat that it emitted immediately turned into a fiery-red storm, howling after the fireball.    

"Fiery Flames of the Falling Sun!"    

This was the first move of the "Flaming Rainbow Spear Art". In the small world, the "Overlord's Destroying Troops Spear" was called the first spear art and the "True Flaming Rainbow Spear Technique" was only ranked second. However, in this life and death battle with Gu Sen, the "True Flaming Rainbow Spear Technique" was clearly more suitable than the "Overlord's Destroying Troops Spear."    

In the blink of an eye, the fireball had already met the dancing snowflakes.    

Boom!    

In an instant, the scorching energy had already fiercely collided countless times with the snowflakes. The two sets of Stong Qi s, which were hot and cold, wreaked havoc among each other, and the terrifying energy fluctuations vibrated in the surroundings, causing the two figures to simultaneously retreat explosively.    

In the blink of an eye, Tang Huan and Gu Sen retreated a few steps at the same time, and stood facing each other with a distance of over ten meters between them.    

After the first strike, everything seemed to return to its original point. The cold and hot intent emitted from the two of their bodies and weapons split the life and death arena apart again, but the flames on the long spear in Tang Huan's hands continued to grow fiercer and fiercer, and the coldness that poured out from Gu Sen's sword also became more and more terrifying.