Dragon Sovereign

His master was right, the Cloud Gauze Sword Art was indeed a teacher, an extremely outstanding teacher. Now, he completely understood. Since it was nothingness, he could still pretend to be relying on his own body, the sword in his hand, and the sword in his heart.    

    

It was because all of the sword moves were derived from his heart. The first nine moves of Yun Luo, which were fixed in place by his master, were also nil, but how could he use it?    

    

"Haha!" Zhang Fan gave a long whistle. His pitch-black pupils became abnormally frightening, as if they were filled with terrifying sword Qis.    

    

In his previous life, in terms of status, he was only someone who used the sword. However, after comprehending the first level of sword intent in this world, he was a swordsman because he could only be considered a person who had just entered the path of cultivation. The second level of sword intent had allowed him to become a sword master. At most, it had formed an understanding of the sword, but now, if he wanted to, he could call himself a sword master.    

    

When the man saw Zhang Fan charge towards him, his eyes narrowed and a sneer emerged on his face. Although Zhang Fan said it was his final move, he didn't feel any power. On the contrary, aside from his speed, what else could he sense?    

    

It seemed like Zhang Fan had already reached his limit. As his expression fluctuated, a resplendent blue light burst forth from his body. He raised his right hand, and rhythmically moved it. A suffocating cold air once again swept out.    

    

The surrounding crowd sighed. In front of absolute strength, everything seemed to be a blur.    

    

However, Zhang Fan did not mean that he had never won against someone with a general level strength. The only difference was that the man's martial spirit was a top grade martial spirit, Frost Flower. This martial spirit was hard to see, but anyone with this martial spirit would be able to grow in the future.    

    

"Cold Soul Seal!"    

    

The indifferent voice didn't seem to have the slightest bit of emotion. As the martial power condensed, a huge imprint instantly condensed into form, crazily pressing down on Zhang Fan's body.    

    

Sensing his opponent's cold attack, Zhang Fan swept his gaze across the sword in his right hand. His laughter rang out once again. Although it was extremely oppressive, it was filled with a sense of freedom.    

    

"Since this sword is nameless, how about I bestow you with a Divine Punisher?"    

    

"If you are soulless, then I will help you shape your soul!"    

    

At the end of his words, there was an indescribable feeling coming from him. It was free and easy, as if all the sharp auras had been restrained at once. Not bad, his cultivation realm had once again risen by another level.    

    

There was also a sword in his hand, but it was not the second kind of sword intent. Instead, it had formed into a different kind of martial spirit for him, but this martial spirit was not as magical as this world's martial spirits, but the characteristics of this kind of martial spirits were not something that could be found in this world.    

    

The sword was still the same ordinary sword. However, as Zhang Fan's body was leading the sword forward, the sword started to slowly fade away. When it reached that layer of imprints, the sword had completely disappeared, but Zhang Fan's eyes had become extremely dazzling.    

    

He spread out his right hand, and the middle finger of his index finger instantly joined together.    

    

As Zhang Fan waved his right hand, an illusory shadow appeared behind Zhang Fan. It was an illusory sword shadow, and the sword shadow stayed for less than a second before it fused into Zhang Fan's body. At this moment, he could feel the souls of the gods and their excitement.    

    

"Even though you have lost your life here today, your soul will forever remain in my heart. I desire to walk the path of the peak. My sword points to the heavens, and this sword is the sword of the gods."    

    

"To commemorate your passing, I shall create a technique of my own. How is the name of the gods?"    

    

Zhang Fan's voice was filled with a carefree and uninhibited laughter, but it contained an aura that could devour mountains and rivers.    

    

He did it manually, but what accompanied it was a heaven-shaking and earth-shattering sharp aura, which contained the three layers of earth-shattering sword intent. Since he had already sealed his own title, he wanted to continue writing his own name, the Lunar Scourge    

    

Countless sword images covered Zhang Fan's entire body. At this moment, Zhang Fan was like an unsheathed treasured sword, without any sound. When the fingers of his right hand touched the mark, his long black hair moved without any wind, and his robe fluttered.    

    

"Break!"    

    

The moment the words left his mouth, Zhang Fan's body passed through it. The next second, he appeared in front of the man, his right hand directly touching the man's body, but there was still no sound. However, just as Zhang Fan was about to touch him, a sharp glint shot out from the tip of his finger and pierced through the man's body.    

    

Zhang Fan's body landed on the ground. One second, it might have been incomparably sharp, but the next, it had completely disappeared without a trace. It was as if that sharp aura had never appeared on his body before.    

    

However, at this moment, Zhang Fan's face was completely pale. His eyes, which were as black as ink, were filled with light and a hint of hidden excitement.    

    

His soul skill collapsed with a wave of his hand. When it struck him, he could clearly feel an incomparably sharp sword light. At this moment, he couldn't help but think about the strange disappearance of Zhang Fan's sword, and what he had said.    

    

Zhang Fan took a deep breath, then looked at the man and said, "You've already lost."    

    

"Yes, I lost!" The man's voice trembled. This time, Zhang Fan pointed at his left arm, but if it was pointed at his chest, neck, and forehead, then the only outcome would be death.    

    

The surrounding people were all stunned, and they were even a little shocked. Just what had happened? They didn't even have time to react.    

    

"This match, Zhang Fan Sheng." It was only after a long time that an aged voice could be heard. Although the voice was calm, if one were to listen carefully, one would be able to hear the trembling in the voice.    

    

A smile appeared on Zhang Fan's pale face as he looked at the man, "Thanks for letting me win." After saying this, Zhang Fan walked down the stairs. He had already entered the top three, but the top three of the elimination rounds were not necessarily stronger than the man from before.    

    

This time, his luck was very low. He actually ran into a top grade martial spirit, and his strength was at the second rank of a general grade martial artist. But it was worth it, after all, he still had to thank that man.    

    

As Zhang Fan walked outside, some of the onlookers automatically opened up a path. But honestly speaking, when Zhang Fan said he was going to use his final move, everyone thought of his martial spirit, but what shocked everyone was that Zhang Fan still did not use his martial spirit. His goal was not only that.    

    

The other man also walked down, but he kept his eyes on Zhang Fan as he looked into the distance.    

    

Arriving at the 6th towering platform, Zhang Fan's gaze landed on the platform. Currently, a battle was also going on. It was none other than Ouyang Xian`er.    

    

At this moment, Ouyang Xian`er was very lucky because her opponent was only a seventh grade Martial Grand Master. One must know that Ouyang Xian`er's strength was already at the fifth grade Martial Grand Master realm, and her martial soul was a mutated one. According to his speculation, she should also have a top grade martial soul.    

    

Not even ten minutes had passed, and with the ascension of the purple light and the appearance of the beautiful purple butterfly, that man finally chose to admit defeat.    

    

The corner of his mouth curled up slightly. At this moment, the white figure quickly ran down the platform and arrived next to Zhang Fan, gently hugging his arm.    

    

"Young Master, I won again!" Ouyang Xian`er's voice was filled with sweetness.    

    

Breathing in the unique fragrance from Ouyang Xian`er's body, Zhang Fan couldn't help but lightly nod his head. A smile appeared on his slightly pale face as he said, "Xian`er is so powerful …"    

    

Hearing Zhang Fan's praise, Ouyang Xian`er's little face lit up with happiness. At this moment, she suddenly noticed Zhang Fan's expression and quickly said, "Young Master, you're injured!"    

    

"Hehe, I'm fine, I'll be fine after a short rest." The smile on Zhang Fan's face grew wider. When they were walking out, they passed by the dueling platform where Yue Yi was standing and saw her walking down. At that moment, her breathing had become a little messy, but her eyes were also filled with joy.    

    

Zhang Fan brought Ouyang Xian`er with him as he walked over with a smile. "Victory!"    

    

"Eh," Yue Yi nodded lightly. Then, she said, "What about you?"    

    

"Same here." Zhang Fan said with a smile on his face. At this moment, it was as if they could see the hope of victory right in front of them.    

    

"Brother Yue Yi, this is a [Level 3 Healing Pill]. Take it. It has an effect on your recovery." With a flip of his hand, a round pill appeared in his palm and he handed it to Yue Yi.    

    

"No need, I'll be fine after a night's rest," Yue Yi said as she shook her head.    

    

"Take it," Zhang Fan shook his head. He walked up to Yue Yi, extended his hand, and picked up one of her hands. Then, he placed the pill on it. At this moment, Zhang Fan's eyes were filled with doubt. Yue Yi's hand was extremely soft and innocent, and her skin was extremely smooth. How could she possibly maintain it?