Sword Conquers Heaven

The Sword King suddenly shouted out loudly. Immediately after, the Longsword struck out. Thousands of sword qi danced in the air, turning into a huge net that covered everything in front of it.    

"Bang!"    

The azure sky and the huge net collided. One of them had a vast and boundless pressure, while the other was so vast that it blotted out the sky and covered the earth. It seemed as if it was going to cover the sky and cover the sun!    

However, Qin Feng's Cultivation Level was still too far away from his opponent. In the end, he was still defeated. The azure sky dome shattered with a loud bang, and was covered by the giant net. It was difficult for him to display its power.    

However, even though Qin Feng was defeated, he still felt proud. He had actually forced a Third Level Heaven Sword King warrior to use his strongest Sword Skill. This was enough for him to feel proud of himself.    

The same thing happened on Liu Yu's side. Although the Sword Skill had shocked the heavens, it was still slightly weaker than the Cultivation Level. However, he couldn't help but nod his head at the Sword King warrior. He had acknowledged Liu Yu's talent and strength.    

On the other side, Lia Tian was also fighting with a Third Level Heaven Sword King. He could no longer be completely suppressed like before. Even if he used all of his ultimate skills, he was still no match for him. He looked extremely miserable.    

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"    

The eight geniuses once again faced a huge challenge. Each of them had been beaten by a Sword King, and their appearances were miserable.    

Another day passed, and it was already the seventh day. Qin Feng and the other eight geniuses were no longer afraid of the Sword King's pressure. Although they were still being tortured, they could still deal with it calmly. All kinds of Sword Skill and techniques had been improved.    

On this evening, Devil Flying Sword Emperor gathered everyone and said with a gloomy face, "Your performance in the past seven days is not satisfactory. Tomorrow, I will personally train you all. Go back and enjoy the last night of peace and comfort."    

After saying that, he left with his men. Qin Feng and the others frowned. They knew that the torture of Sword King would end here, but they were afraid that tomorrow would welcome even more terrifying and arduous training.    

They rushed back to their living quarters. It had been seven days since they last came back. They had been camping in the martial arts field for the past few days. Now, they could feel how wonderful the soft bed and the warm room were.    

That night, some of the eight geniuses were sleeping on the soft and comfortable bed, while others were still meditating and cultivating tirelessly. Time passed by in a flash, and in the blink of an eye, it was dawn.    

They had all arrived at the martial arts field early in the morning, and Devil Flying Sword Emperor was already waiting for them. There were only eight people behind him, and they had no expression on their faces. They stood behind him like javelins.    

When he saw Qin Feng and the others arrive, Devil Flying Sword Emperor immediately shouted, "Follow me to the outskirts of the western city. Whoever falls behind will be kicked out of the finals!"    

His words did not give the crowd time to think. He actually turned around and left. The eight people behind him coldly glanced at Qin Feng and the others. They also immediately jumped up and headed west.    

Seeing this, Qin Feng and the others did not have time to think. They hurriedly circulated their sword Qi and displayed their fastest speed as they followed closely behind.    

The sound of wind sounded by their ears. The eight geniuses circulated all of their sword Qi onto their feet. It caused them to display their extreme speed and try their best to catch up to the eight people who were leaping forward. These eight people were the Sword King who had been fighting all this time. At this moment, they were using an astonishing speed. They were running in front of them from afar, gradually increasing the distance between them and the group. Devil Flying Sword Emperor had already disappeared from their sight, leaving them behind.    

Qin Feng frowned. He remembered what Devil Flying Sword Emperor had said earlier, "Whoever loses the team will be kicked out of the finals." Was this a test? He didn't say that he couldn't use any treasures. He saw that the distance between them was constantly increasing. Qin Feng couldn't care too much about it. He urged his Wind Walk and the Soaring Dragon Step. Suddenly, he accelerated and chased after them.    

Seeing this scene, the people around him followed suit. They activated the treasures on their bodies and sped up, shrinking the distance between them and the eight Sword King warriors in front of them.    

They were running around the Suolei City, and they were all on the roof of the houses. This attracted a lot of surprised gazes from below.    

After a long time, they finally left the Suolei City and arrived at the western suburbs. This was a forest, and normally, few people would come here. At this moment, Devil Flying Sword Emperor was standing there with his hands behind his back, and his expression was indifferent.    

Qin Feng and the others landed on the ground in a hurry. All of them were breathing heavily and were exhausted. This time, running was no less than a big battle. They ran at full speed, and their sword energy had been greatly exhausted. Their physical strength had also been reduced by about eighty to ninety percent.    

Devil Flying Sword Emperor swept his eyes across the crowd, and did not say anything. The eight Sword King warriors stood behind him silently, and they were also silent.    

Qin Feng and the others didn't have time to rest for too long. Devil Flying Sword Emperor had someone distribute some clothes and accessories to the crowd.    

At first, everyone was still wondering why Devil Flying Sword Emperor gave them clothes. However, when they received those things, their expressions immediately changed. They understood his intentions.    

Qin Feng held the heavy set of clothes in his hands, and his two pairs of ankles and wrists raised his eyebrows. The weight of these few things added together was extremely shocking. It was actually as heavy as ninety thousand jin, and it was not far from the limits of what he could bear.    

"Put on the clothes in your hands. You will need to wear them in the training after this." Devil Flying Sword Emperor said coldly.    

No one said anything. They quickly put on the clothes. Immediately, they felt their bodies become heavy. It was extremely difficult for them to lift their hands and walk, let alone swing the Longsword.    

After that, Devil Flying Sword Emperor ordered everyone to split up and cultivate the Sword Skill. However, they were wearing clothes that weighed tens of thousands of kilograms. It was extremely difficult to swing their swords, so how could they practice the sword?    

Qin Feng's expression was solemn. He didn't expect that after challenging someone who was a higher level than him, they would actually receive heavy training. Moreover, it was an energy that was infinitely close to being able to withstand it. This was completely squeezing out their potential, forcing them to increase their strength.    

Qin Feng pulled out the Longsword, Xuemei, and waved it with great difficulty. At this moment, he still could not practice his sword normally. He had to get used to the weight that was added to his body as soon as possible. Every time he swung his arm, it would consume a lot of his physical strength. Even if he tried his best to circulate the sword energy and Spirit Power, it would not last long. After two or three swings, he needed to rest for a period of time and catch his breath.    

"Damn it! It was as if a huge mountain was pressing down on his body, making it difficult for him to move!" Qin Feng roared in his heart, but he was unwilling to give up. He continued to swing his sword with great difficulty, again and again, unwilling to stop.    

Standing beside him was a short and fat Sword King who had fought with him in the past. He stared coldly at Qin Feng without moving or saying anything.    

Time passed quietly like sand in a finger. In the blink of an eye, it was evening. After a day of hard work, Qin Feng could finally swing his sword with great difficulty, but he was still far from being able to practice his sword as usual.