Feng Chu was extremely unhappy!!
A Yao and Feng Chu fought their way from the ground to the sky. A Yao's purple clothes fluttered, and every time she drew her sword, a chilling aura would rise, with tiny ice crystals following her like shadows. Feng Chu's body was surrounded by blue lightning, and every time he drew his sword, it was accompanied by a rumbling thunder, with electric snakes shooting out from his blade.
Feng Chu snorted coldly, and the blue light spots around him flickered, transforming into longswords. The number of swords increased from one hundred to one thousand, ten thousand, twenty thousand, thirty thousand...
Finally, a full 100,000 longswords hung behind him, each sword wreathed in blue lightning, transforming into a gigantic sword wheel. The spectacle left the surrounding cultivators speechless with astonishment.
Is this guy really in the late Golden Core stage? Each sword is formed from sword energy, and there are 100,000 of them. Just how abundant is his sword energy?
If he were at the Nascent Soul stage or the Void Refinement stage, that would be one thing, but he's only at the Golden Core stage. This is simply defying common sense.
On A Yao's side, countless ice crystals condensed, each crystal forming an ice sword that instantly filled the sky behind her—a full 100,000 of them. These 100,000 frost swords emitted wisps of cold air, making the sky seem to freeze.
The frost swords around her formed a spiraling sword array, and the visual impact was no less than that of Feng Chu's side.
Feng Chu's eyes showed surprise, but his fighting spirit intensified.
This was the first time he had encountered an opponent who truly ignited his passion. The guys he'd faced before had never given him any enthusiasm.
Excitement lit up his little face. He roared, and the sword wheel behind him changed shape. Flying swords shot towards A Yao like a rain of pear blossoms blooming in the air.
Looking at the blue flying swords wreathed in lightning, A Yao pointed her Frostbite Finger, and a series of frost flying swords behind her crashed into the blue flying swords.
Rumble—
Flying swords clashed in the sky, producing a deafening sound.
The two sides' flying swords collided repeatedly in the air. The blue flying sword, wreathed in lightning, and the white frost flying sword collapsed upon impact, but immediately another one followed.
Thus, the flying swords of both sides continued to collide, as if two torrents were rushing towards each other in the sky, trying to overwhelm the other, but they were evenly matched.
Seeing those two torrents of flying swords, all the spectators were shaken to their core. What kind of monsters were these two?!
Are they really at the Golden Core stage?
The thunderous sound of the clashing flying swords was like the wrath of a god, carrying far and wide. Many cultivators came upon hearing the sound, and streaks of light flew from the horizon to this place, all of them dumbfounded at the sight of the torrent of flying swords in the sky.
Lu Yunshen also came upon hearing the commotion, and he was extremely surprised to see A Yao. He had been left behind by A Yao as soon as he entered the secret realm, and he had been searching for her all these days. Now, seeing her fighting someone and causing such a terrifying commotion...
Lu Yunshen also saw Xu Fengzhi, Lu Xuening, Lu Yunlin, Lu Yunxing, Lu Yunqi and others. He flew towards his younger brother and sister.
"Third Brother!" Lu Yunxing called out when he saw him.
"Third brother." Lu Xuening clutched her pounding chest and looked weakly at Lu Yunshen.
Lu Yunshen asked, "What happened?"
"We're not entirely sure either, but they were fighting over the Light Thunder Beast that Xu Fengzhi was holding. Whoever wins gets to keep it," Lu Yunxing said.
"Who is that boy?" Lu Yunshen asked.
Lu Yunxing shook his head, and Lu Yunqi next to him also shook his head.
Who is that boy? This was a question on the minds of many people present.
The flying swords kept colliding with each other. Ten thousand flying swords had already been used up, but A Yao and Feng Chu continued to condense new flying swords, so the two torrents of swords became seemingly endless.
Several beams of light came from the horizon. These were disciples of the Water Moon Sect. They saw A Yao and Feng Chu fighting and were all speechless with shock.
Then, beams of light came from all directions. The people coming included those from powerful forces and sects, as well as those from small and medium-sized forces and independent cultivators.
There were cultivators from the Southern Region, as well as cultivators from the Northern Region and other places.
They were all dumbfounded.
These two are at the Golden Core stage? You must be kidding!
"Who are these two?" a red-robed monk asked the person next to him.
Someone immediately said so.
"That girl in purple is the seventh young lady of the Lu family of Kunshan. I don't recognize that boy. I don't know which major sect's genius he is."
"My God! What kind of monsters are those two?"
On a mountain peak, a young man dressed in black with white hair watched A Yao and Feng Chu fighting, gripping his sword tightly. This young man was Lu Yin. He recalled his last battle with A Yao, and it was clear that A Yao was stronger than before.
A spaceship approached, bearing the flag of the Lu family of Kunshan. Lu Yunli and Lu Yunchuan stared at Ayao and Feng Chu in disbelief.
A luxurious carriage floated on the horizon, inside which sat a man with two charming concubines. At this moment, he stared at A Yao, who was fighting with Feng Chu, with a look of amazement on his face.
On a giant cyan gourd, several Nascent Soul stage guards surrounded a pretty girl in red. The girl in red stared wide-eyed at Feng Chu and A Yao, her face filled with horror.
Rumble—
The sound of swords clashing echoed continuously through the heavens and earth.
Feng Chu frowned deeply. He hadn't expected A Yao's magical power to be so profound, and her sword energy to be so abundant. He was already struggling. A Yao smiled gently, and her frost-covered flying swords, which had been shooting towards him, changed formation. The frost-covered flying swords no longer clashed head-on with Feng Chu's flying swords, but instead transformed into a mysterious array of swords.
The sword formation set up by a Celestial Emperor was naturally incredibly powerful. In an instant, Feng Chu's flying swords began to crumble and crumble. The blue flying swords were collapsing in large numbers, and suddenly the frost flying swords closed to within ten feet of Feng Chu, about to touch him.
Feng Chu's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and his sword intent erupted from his body.
He raised the Flowing Light Sword high in his hand, and an incomparably domineering sword aura shot into the sky. The hundred-foot-long blue sword light was surrounded by streaks of lightning, and the domineering sword intent roamed the heavens and earth.
The sword intent caused the hearts of all the surrounding cultivators to pound wildly. Whether they were Foundation Establishment cultivators, Core Formation cultivators, or Nascent Soul cultivators, they all felt their minds churning.
Feng Chu roared and slashed at the white frost flying swords that were attacking from the front. With a deafening boom, the domineering sword energy shattered tens of thousands of frost flying swords and directly impacted A Yao.
A Yao remained calm and composed, gently waving her Frostfall Sword. As she swung the sword, countless withered yellow leaves danced in the air, and a long river materialized behind her.
As the bleak autumn wind rose, an atmosphere of eternal sorrow permeated the air, immersing all the spectators in a melancholic mood.
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