Yan Xing's sword was very fast. From the time he drew the sword to the time he chopped it down, the time was so short that it was almost non-existent. The blade reflected the golden light of the formation in front of the mountain gate, and the sword chopped out like a straight golden line.
Lin Yuangui's sword was drawn very slowly, the blade and the scabbard collided intensively, the echo was like a torrential rain hitting a withered lotus. When his sword was finally drawn, Yan Xing's sword intent was right in front of him.
“Zheng——”
The golden thread collided with the long sword, suddenly emitting a thousand-foot-long light, illuminating the dead leaves and snow in front of them clearly. Lin Yuangui stared directly at the dazzling light, following the posture of drawing the sword, and slightly raised his wrist.
Compared with the heavy Broken Water Sword, the New Moon Sword was even thinner. His sword was not even a move.
But Yan Xingfei retreated quickly, more than ten feet away.
“Clang, clang, clang—”
At the same time, more than twenty knives flew out from his wrist, and golden light flashed one after another, like a dragon flying in the sky.
His robe had already touched the stone steps of the mountain gate, and he could not retreat. He swung out ten more swords, and the sound of the sword energy colliding with them was dense and sharp.
It took a total of thirty-six strikes before he finally neutralized the opponent's first sword.
Lin Yuangui still stood there, the corner of his robe unchanged.
Yan Xing's body-protecting true energy was cut by the sword energy and scattered everywhere. He felt sick in his chest and had an unbearable fishy-sweet taste in his throat, so he simply spat a mouthful of blood foam on the ground.
All previous ideas about this battle were invalidated the moment Lin Yuangui drew his sword.
He had no idea how strong the other party was, just like he didn't know how strong the senior brother was.
Just like before, the opponent was just about to draw his sword, and conveniently blocked the sword that he had been preparing for a long time.
He didn't even need to use the sword of the New Moon on the Hengduan Mountains, with its clear light shining for thousands of miles. A random move of 'Blue Clouds Coming Out of the Mountains' could beat him like a dog.
If anyone else faced this situation, they would probably feel despair. Moreover, Lin Yuangui had already raised his second sword, and the crows in the distance were startled and flew away, and the dead branches beside him were broken. The area of more than ten miles below Cangya Mountain was completely shrouded in the sharp sword intent, like a net covering the sky and the earth.
Yan Xing spat out the blood and wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. He did not retreat or evade, and drew his sword again.
This knife had no golden light and was not very fast because he no longer relied on the power of the mountain protection formation.
A strong wind rose from the ground, crushing the remaining snow and weeds into powder and flying high, but they retreated by themselves where the blade reached. An absolute vacuum formed in front of Yan Xing, cutting a passage in Lin Yuangui's net.
The second confrontation between Broken Water Blade and New Moon Sword!
The sword intent that was like a weaving web was quickly gathered together. Lin Yuangui lowered his wrist and pressed the sword, and a tremendous force rushed along the intersection of the knife and the sword.
He let the other party attack first, it was a courtesy. Now he gave it his all, it was a respect.
The ground beneath Yan Xing's feet trembled, sank three inches, and gravel splashed, splitting into deep cracks like a spider web. The sword energy pressed down along the blade, just like the entire Hengduan Mountain pressing down on the wrist, and the wrist bones could not bear the weight and made a crisp cracking sound.
"boom--"
Yan Xing flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, creating a deep pit on the ground and filling the air with smoke and dust.
He also had two broken ribs, and coughed up blood mixed with organ fragments, and was covered in dust and blood. He used his knife to support himself on the ground, so he didn't kneel on the ground. The remaining sword energy was raging in his spiritual veins, causing sharp and excruciating pain.
I couldn't help but realize that it's useless to be able to draw a sword to cut the water, because the person opposite is not water, but a mountain.
Stronger than steel, higher than anything else.
Then he used his left hand to tear off the already tattered sleeves and flexibly tied them around his right wrist, tightly wrapping the knife handle and wrist together. After completing this action, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, his face was pale and blood was lost.
The true energy in his body began to burn crazily, making his eyes bright as fire. The sword energy in his spiritual veins was temporarily suppressed, and Yan Xing stood up with his sword in hand again!
The battlefield between Jun Yu and Yu Shi was in the sky above his head, and the magnificent mountain gate of Cangya was behind him.
How can I withdraw?
*******
On the rolling sea of clouds, Yu Shi stood with his hands behind his back, looking very indifferent.
"After tonight, there will be no more Wei Jingfeng's inheritance in the world."
Just thinking about this made him feel extremely happy.
He would kill Jun Yu, and the others would either die at the hands of the demon cultivators or in front of the Cangya Mountain Gate, there would be no difference. In his opinion, Duan Chongxuan had a special status, and now that he had inherited the Great Rule of Beilu, he naturally could not be considered a disciple of the Sword Saint.
Wei Jingfeng had so much glory in the past, but it was just a meteor that was gone in an instant. After his death, he didn't even leave behind a legacy. After thousands of years, who would still remember that there was a sword saint? It was really refreshing.
Wei Jingfeng was arrogant all his life and often cursed the heavens and the earth. This is really his retribution.
Yu Shi thought that for this day, it was worth it to go from Taoism to the devil.
As night fell, the shadow of the Baopu Bagua Sword continued to expand until it covered half of the sky, like an ancient beast that chose its prey in the darkness. In comparison, the golden light of the mountain protection formation was somewhat eclipsed.
Chun Shanxiao felt the other party's murderous intent, and his hand vibrated and hummed.
They stood firm in the clouds.
This level of battle far exceeds the concept of martial arts techniques. Just as Rong Zhuo pointed his finger at the Hengduan Mountain, it turned into a sea of blood. Yu Shi's Bagua Sword was everywhere on the sea of clouds. If it weren't for Jun Yu and the mountain protection formation blocking it, this overwhelming sword intent of annihilation would be enough to cause the six peaks of Cangya Mountain to collapse and overturn.
Jun Yu faced the other party head-on and felt this terrifying power.
Chunshan smiled and held it in his hand, fighting with the opponent at every place on Cangya, fighting with millions of swords.
Yu Shi thought, he was just a peak Mahayana, no matter how powerful he was, could he still defy the heavens? The difference of 500 years of cultivation between them was more than a chasm.
Unless the opponent can break through to the sub-saint level overnight, this kind of battle is meaningless and is just a matter of how long you can hold on.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh, "Even if I hadn't passed the tribulation, there would be no difference between me and a saint."
He obtained a secret method to increase his strength in a short period of time as one of the conditions for cooperating with Rong Zhuo. Yu Shi was confident that if Wei Jingfeng was still alive at this time, he could also kill him with his sword.
Jun Yu seriously corrected him, "He is not a saint, but a false saint."
There was no mocking rebuttal, and the tone was calm, as if he was just stating the facts.
This was the first sentence he said tonight. His words were as sharp as a sword, and even the sub-sage at the peak of the Tao with a cold and hard heart felt angry.
Yu Shi said coldly, "You're looking for death."
The huge shadow of the Baopu Bagua sword quickly solidified, breaking through the wind and clouds, and stabbed towards Jun Yu.
******
Apart from the great war between Dao and Demon a million years ago, no other war could be greater than tonight, whether in terms of the scope of the war or the level of cultivation of the participants. On the five continents, eight out of ten cultivators were fighting or on their way to the battlefield. Amid the tragic bloodshed and sacrifice, the night seemed particularly long.
Yin Biyue fought with twelve powerful demons in front of Changyuan Palace from day to night. It was unknown what kind of structure Changyuan Palace had, and what strange materials were used. Even the sharpest sword intent and the most powerful attack could only leave shallow marks.
There was no snow or dry grass within a radius of ten feet, only bottomless cracks crisscrossing each other, which showed that the battle was fierce.
Yin Biyue was only slightly injured, but his face was pale, he looked exhausted, and his sword moves were not as accurate as before. In fact, the fact that he could hold on until now under such a siege, and only slightly showed signs of exhaustion, was already incredible fighting power in the eyes of those powerful demons.
After all, they have dominated the East Continent for a long time, and their cultivation level and combat experience should be far superior to this young man. Now that each of the twelve people is injured, they waited until the other party showed signs of fatigue. It is rumored that the disciples of the Sword Saint are best at defeating the majority with the minority and the weak with the strong. There is indeed some truth in this.
Yin Biyue's sword was like a cold stream, with great momentum. However, his true energy was insufficient, and he deviated half an inch to the right, and his sword energy passed by his opponent. He was unable to return his sword in time, and the empty door behind him was wide open.
A rare flaw, an opportunity to kill the opponent, is fleeting and does not allow for much thought.
The twelve people changed positions rapidly. The five with the strongest cultivation went all out, striking out without hesitation, with all their devilish energy. As long as the others could restrain Yin Biyue for a moment, the battle would be over.
"boom--"
The earth trembled in the dark night, and the devil's breath like a tide swept across the sky and earth with earth, rocks, smoke and dust.
However, the expected scene did not occur. Instead, the sound of the sharp blade piercing the flesh was particularly clear and harsh.
The moment the five people's attacks missed, they felt something was wrong. Suddenly, their heart veins felt cold and severe pain spread. They didn't even have time to look back. They fell to the ground with an expression of disbelief and died instantly.
Yin Biyue appeared from behind the five people, the remaining sword energy was rampant, and the whole person was in the dust. After the thunder strike, he did not want to fight anymore, and took advantage of the short interval to break through the siege and ran wildly towards the Tongtian Snow Peak.
The situation changed so quickly that even the survivors could not believe it. In such a fierce battle, how could the opponent's Qi be locked tightly, and how could he escape and strike out with such a swift sword, and accurately kill the opponent?
In the blink of an eye, Yin Biyue appeared dozens of miles away. His figure only flashed for a moment, and when he appeared again, he was already at the foot of the snow-capped peak!
He was able to move quickly across mountains and rivers, and he never showed any signs of danger when he was in danger several times during the battle. He waited until just now to kill five people with one sword and then escape. This was much faster than defeating them one by one, but it required more patience and endurance.
His true energy was flowing out violently, as if to burn his spiritual veins. He rushed through twelve sentry posts one after another at a speed that was almost as fast as breaking through space, and rushed straight to the top of the snow-capped peak!
The demon masters who were chasing him were even more shocked than before - if they wanted to escape, they should have rushed to the outside of the snowfield. Even if the Golden Palace Master was not there, Tongtian Snow Peak was not easy to get to. Not only were there Golden Palace disciples, but there was also the Heavenly Demon Formation protecting the snow peak. What was the difference between this and walking into a trap?
Did this person go the wrong way or is he completely crazy? !
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