The Heavenly Path Tree spoke.
"Young Master, next, I will take you to a space within ,"
"Believe , that place will greatly enhance your combat skills!"
Imdiately after, Ye Ling felt a wave of dizziness, and in the next second, he directly appeared in an unknown space.
In front of him stood a man identical to himself, but rely a phantom!
"Heavenly Path Tree, who is he?"
Upon seeing the man who looked exactly like him, a sense of crisis surged in Ye Ling's heart.
He said with a grave expression.
"Young Master, he is a phantom produced by the inner space of , you could say that he knows every move you do,"
"Only by defeating him will you be able to leave,"
"Otherwise, you will never be able to leave this space, and you might even perish here!"
"What?!"
Ye Ling was astounded, was it that formidable?
But in the next mont, Ye Ling shook his head: "No, I absolutely cannot disappoint you, I will defeat this guy!"
"Young Master, go for it, I believe in you!"
The Heavenly Path Tree encouraged.
"Hmm!"
Ye Ling nodded his head.
The voice of the Heavenly Path Tree disappeared, and the phantom in front of him began to move.
The phantom moved incredibly fast, instantly rushing towards Ye Ling.
Seeing the approaching phantom, Ye Ling felt a chilling sensation in his heart.
Ye Ling took a deep breath, his eyes fixed intently on the phantom.
The next mont, Ye Ling's right foot stamped down hard as he lashed out towards the phantom.
Bang!
A loud noise!
Ye Ling was blasted away, crashing heavily to the ground.
His heart skipped a beat on the spot.
"Such formidable strength!"
Ye Ling struggled to get up and murmured as he looked at the phantom before him.
"Kid, you're not strong enough yet!"
The phantom looked at Ye Ling and said indifferently.
"Not strong enough, so how should I beco stronger?"
"Then let show you just how strong I am!"
Ye Ling roared angrily, charging at the phantom once more.
His speed was extrely fast, but the phantom in front of him still did not dodge, taking Ye Ling's attack head-on.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
Ye Ling and the phantom were locked in combat, evenly matched for the ti being.
The two figures collided non-stop in mid-air.
"I refuse to believe I can't beat you!"
Ye Ling gritted his teeth, his hands swinging, as a series of punch shadows crazily pounded out.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
A succession of explosions echoed all around.
Ye Ling's cheeks also swelled up.
But this did not deter Ye Ling's determination in the least.
He wanted to let this person before him know that he was not weak!
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Ye Ling's fist smashed onto the body of the phantom before him.
This ti, Ye Ling didn't retreat; he stared steadfastly at the phantom.
With a sweep of his hand, a streak of red light flashed by, and the Demon Blade appeared in Ye Ling's hand.
"Kill!"
Ye Ling bellowed, his body trembling slightly as he swung the Demon Blade towards the phantom before him.
Shi-shi-shi!
The blade light sliced through the void like a resplendent constellation.
This scene caused the Heavenly Path Tree, hiding in the shadows, to be montarily taken aback.
The Young Master's blade technique seems to have grown much stronger!
"Young Master, give it your all!"
"Your strength is still not enough to defeat him; you must continue to improve!"
The Heavens' Dao Tree couldn't help but shout out.
Ye Ling nodded his head, the demonic blade in his hands slashing out once more towards the phantom.
Clang Clang Clang!
A series of tallic collision sounds rang out.
Ye Ling's body kept retreating.
His face grew paler and paler, and sweat started to break out on his forehead.
"Again!"
Ye Ling roared angrily, the True Qi within his body pouring madly into the demonic blade in his hand, as he crazily hacked at the phantom in front of him.
This slash, Ye Ling exerted all his strength, using up almost all the True Qi he had.
And surrounding the unsheathed demonic blade was a layer of nebulous existence, the very essence of the Sword Intent!
It was a terrifyingly formidable Sword Intent that enveloped the phantom directly.
Boom!
A loud, boom resounded.
The phantom's body was actually sent flying by Ye Ling's single slash.
"What?!"
"My body was sent flying!"
"How could this kid be so powerful?!"
The phantom looked at Ye Ling in disbelief.
"Heh heh, this is my ability, but I have even more powerful skills. Do you want to try?"
Ye Ling sneered coldly, his eyes narrowing.
"Let's give it a try!"
"I really want to see how much more you've got!"
"Don't disappoint now!"
"Otherwise, I would be very sad, you know!"
"Heh heh, I'll let you know!"
"I haven't even used all my strength yet. If I did, you'd probably be dead by now!"
After speaking, the phantom suddenly revealed a grin.
"I like your attitude. Since you enjoy being tornted so much, I'll send you on your way!"
As the phantom spoke, its body eerily swayed.
Whoosh Whoosh Whoosh!
The phantom transford into a blur, arriving beside Ye Ling in the blink of an eye.
"This is bad, this is the Sword Intent!"
Ye Ling suddenly thought of what the Heavens' Dao Tree had said, that the phantom possessed the sa martial skills as himself!
It was beyond Ye Ling's expectation that the phantom could also grasp the Sword Intent!
Ye Ling's skin imdiately felt a sensation of tearing.
He quickly circulated his Spiritual Energy, rapidly covering his body with a thin mbrane.
Sizzle Sizzle Sizzle.
The phantom continued to slash at Ye Ling's body, but not a single strike could penetrate. Instead,
Ye Ling's surface Spiritual Energy blocked them all.
Seeing this, the phantom couldn't help but speed up its movents substantially.
And Ye Ling, gritting his teeth tightly, persistently retreated step by step toward the back.
"What's the matter, are you scared?"
The phantom taunted.
Ye Ling ignored the phantom, persisting stoically, refusing to back down an inch!
In this way, the phantom continued its pursuit of Ye Ling, while Ye Ling kept retreating.
Finally, the phantom laughed disdainfully.
It ceased its onslaught, looking at Ye Ling with scorn, "How is it? Without the Sword Intent, can you still block ?"
"Your Sword Intent might be strong, but it's a pity your strength is too weak to wield the power it should possess."
Upon hearing these words, Ye Ling's eyes nearly popped out, his face looking extrely unsightly.
Damn it!
Ye Ling, holding the demonic blade in his hand, stared fiercely at this fellow in front of him.
"However, you should rember that my Sword Intent isn't limited to just this!"
The phantom spoke ferociously, its aura suddenly surging forth, its robe rustling in an instant.
Upon taking a step, the phantom's wrist flipped slightly and a black luster suddenly appeared.
This dark light was none other than the radiance emanating from the tip of the blade.
Ye Ling's gaze sharpened. He sensed an intense danger, his heartbeat involuntarily slowing down.
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