Chương 5496: Kiếm của Tử thần

mọi người waiting in anxious suspense, but right at this moment, Long Viêm has already leaped into the air, soaring toward the expanse above the crimson sea. He and Hoàng Long maintained a distance of about a thousand meters apart.

Instantly, everyone erupted into cheers, completely boiling over with excitement.

The roar of shouts was endless.

Meanwhile, Hoàng Long no longer wore that pleading expression from just a moment ago; instead, his face was filled with a sinister and murderous intent, the aura of death growing even denser. He looked just like a walking corpse, enveloped entirely in the baleful aura of mortality. His long black hair drifted in the wind, and his vicious gaze locked onto Long Viêm as if he wished to tear him to pieces and leave him with no way out.

The malice he exuded, and even the killing intent directed at Long Viêm, was unleashed with increasing ferocity.

Long Viêm knew he could not afford to underestimate this opponent. After all, the man was a powerhouse at the peak of the eighth tier of Martial Reversal, and his strength should be roughly comparable to Long Nam Phong.

It was even possible that he surpassed Long Nam Phong. Typically, peak experts of this caliber loved to conceal their true strength and excelled at biding their time.

The entity naturally fused by Hoàng Long was also an ultimate Long Hồn, known as the Bipedal Wyvern. It possessed only two dragon claws, but they were divided into a pair of Yin and Yang dragon claws—brimming with malevolence and tyranny, displaying terrifying might.

The Bipedal Wyvern was an ancient Thần long that cultivated the Dao of Death. It was far more terrifying than the Blood-Domain Storm Dragon. Once struck by its Yin and Yang dragon claws, one would experience the breath of mortality, a degree of agony that ordinary people simply could not endure.

As the two confronted each other, the battle was about to begin. Right at the start, neither of them would immediately transform into their dragon forms to display their ultimate combat state. Already, hundreds of thousands of spectators had gathered around. Though they had retreated to a great distance, even so, they harbored a deep fear of being caught in the crossfire.

A formidable momentum had already erupted from both of their bodies, churning up towering waves in the crimson sea that rolled endlessly.

Hoàng Long stared fixedly at Long Viêm, the corners of his mouth curving upward slightly. Unable to restrain his berserk desire for battle any longer, he pointed a finger at Long Viêm and declared, "Let's begin! You'd better pull out all your tricks, otherwise I can't guarantee you won't get hurt!"

With those words, Hoàng Long drew his Dao artifact. In his hand appeared a rusted iron sword. Though it looked decrepit, it was actually a terrifyingly formidable Dao artifact boasting eight hundred Dao patterns. Its name was the Sword of Death!

The Long Hoàng among Huyết Sát naturally knew just how defying-of-heavenly-principles this Dao artifact was. Without a doubt, this was a primordial Dao artifact—the Sword of Death. It, too, was entirely saturated with the aura of mortality, completely surpassing the grade of Long Viêm's Dragon-Suppressing Bow and Berserk Dragon Arrow.

Only a peak expert at the late stage of the eighth tier of Martial Reversal possessing a semi-divine physique would have the strength to wield such a supreme divine sword.

For Long Viêm at present, mastering the Berserk Dragon Arrow was already quite impressive; thus, in terms of Dao artifacts, the Sword of Death was bound to be even more tyrannical.

Upon catching sight of the Sword of Death, the crowd broke into a massive uproar. Their eyes flared with excitement and disbelief—to think he was actually going to use the Sword of Death to deal with Long Viêm! Was there truly any need for such measures?

Hoàng Long let out a cold snort. At that very instant, the Sword of Death in his hand trembled, unexpectedly beginning to turn extraordinarily pliable, much like the coils of the Grim reaper. A grayish aura of death burst forth, and the Sword of Death flashed with a deathly sword radiance reaching a full eight hundred meters in length, resembling the descent of the God of Death itself.

One could say that the Sword of Death was, by far, the most formidable Dao artifact Long Viêm had ever laid eyes on. It felt as though that eight-hundred-meter sword glare could cleave the sun and moon apart and shatter space itself.

The Sword of Death radiated powers of death, corrosion, and destruction. In this regard, it shared certain similarities with Phong Thần Trảm; that artifact spirit must also be unimaginably terrifying.

It was just like a grim reaper straight out of hell. Moreover, there was a tiny skull carved onto the Sword of Death, looking hideous and terrifying—that must be the artifact spirit of the Sword of Death.

Hoàng Long gripped the Sword of Death in one hand, pointing it directly at Long Viêm. Though he desperately wanted to slay Long Viêm to avenge his adopted son, both Long Đế were currently watching the battle from the shadows, meaning he did not dare to genuinely commit murder today. Unless some accident occurred, this match could only be a sparring duel.

Since his opponent wielded the Sword of Death, Long Viêm had no choice but to rely on Phong Thần Trảm to counter him. At present, Long Viêm's Phong Thần Trảm had also grown to six hundred and seventy Dao patterns. Although it possessed fewer Dao patterns than the Sword of Death, its edge was exposed and sharp, and its deathly aura was equally intense. This was the Sword of Slaughter, which at its peak could even slay divine beings. It possessed an endless, tyrannical murderous aura of death, was immensely rigid, and was by no means less pliable than the Sword of Death.

When it came to the gap between their Dao artifacts, Long Viêm was at a considerable disadvantage, yet he trusted the sheer might of Phong Thần Trảm all the more, for it had already destroyed numerous Dao artifacts superior to itself.

With his opponent fully prepared for battle, Long Viêm also fused with the freezing demonic power of Kim Huyễn Mộng, pushing himself to his absolute strongest state. Ever since Kim Huyễn Mộng followed Long Viêm to the Huyết Diệu Thần long Palace, she had rarely shown herself, spending almost all her time within the Infinite New World Long Quốc. Consequently, Long Viêm's growth in strength went virtually unnoticed by anyone. Had it not been for Kim Huyễn Mộng, Long Viêm truly wouldn't have had absolute confidence in his ability to fight Hoàng Long.

Right at that moment, Hoàng Long made the first move, brandishing the Sword of Death in his hand and charging fiercely toward Long Viêm for the kill.

The battle officially commenced, and the crowd's cheers grew even more intense, setting their blood ablaze.

Between these two peak experts today, who would ultimately emerge victorious? After all, Hoàng Long was deeply rooted in everyone's hearts as a long-established powerhouse of renown, whereas Long Viêm was a peerless, heaven-defying genius who had risen to prominence later on.

The Sword of Death was brimming with death, destruction, and corrosive forces, abruptly tearing open space to create a spatial rift at least a thousand meters wide. The sword glare devastated the heavens and earth, while the grayish aura of death spread endlessly.

The skeletal death artifact spirit spat out even more mortality, reeking of corrosive power.

The blade swung down like an imperial Long Nhất sword, though it had not been unleashed at full strength because this was merely a probe to test the true extent of Long Viêm's power.

Long Viêm dared not let down his guard. Seeing the crimson sea below cleaved apart by a single sword strike—its might so terrifying that it felt as though hell itself had opened up, filling the entire world with a deathly aura, while endless weeping and wailing souls echoed from the spatial rift in booming roars—it was as if the gates of hell had been thrown wide open.

A horde of a hundred ghosts swarmed out from the rift, lunging toward Long Viêm. Their cries, howls, and wails filled the air with grievances, releasing a terrifying, hellish aura of death that completely overwhelmed the senses and left the onlookers with a profound sense of dread.

Long Viêm let out a cold hoot, instantly relying on the Sword of Slaughter to swiftly charge at those fierce ghosts and vengeful spirits to slaughter them.

With a single sword transforming into myriad swords, he massacred, resisted, and repelled them. The blade radiance of the Sword of Death obliterated the screaming ghosts.

Naturally, the Sword of Death was not a sword of justice; on the contrary, it was steeped in evil. Wielding the Sword of Slaughter, Long Viêm's sword gleams were likewise incomparably sharp. One sword evolved into ten thousand, launching a frenzied massacre.

The crimson sea began to whip up endless giant waves, churning violently. Long Viêm struck with swords faster than the last, needing nearly ten strikes to resist and obliterate the might of the enemy'Sword of Death, slaughtering countless fierce ghosts down to the last one.

Simultaneously, the two divine swords clashed against one another, continuously emitting piercing, grating sounds of impact. The shrill noise was ear-piercing, causing countless spectators to cover their ears; even so, it deeply stung their eardrums.

[NHÂN VỆT] Long Viêm = Trương Tam = nguoi Hoàng Long = Lý Tứ = nguoi Long Nam Phong = Vương Ngũ = nguoi Thần long = Long Tộc = sinhvat Kim Huyễn Mộng = Triệu Cát = nguoi Huyết Diệu = Côn Lôn = nguoi Long Đế = Thiên Đế = nguoi Long Nhất = Hoàng Giả = nguoi