"That is the goddess Cherry Blossom."
"Why is Goddess Cherry Blossom fighting with someone?"
"The other one seems to be Wei Qinghe, a new disciple of Lingyun Peak. Wei Qinghe must have eaten the heart of a bear and the gall of a leopard to dare to provoke the goddess Yingluo."
"Wei Qinghe is too arrogant. How dare she provoke the goddess Yingluo so recklessly."
"What a pity. I thought Wei Qinghe was pretty good before, but she was so reckless as to want to be an enemy of the goddess Yingluo. It's over. I'm afraid she won't be able to leave this Ten Thousand Swords Abyss."
Swords danced wildly, clouds and mist swirled, and sword energy soared into the sky.
The two figures, one in white and one in purple, stood facing each other.
Dressed in white as snow, her graceful figure was like a fairy descending to earth, making people want to care for and cherish her.
Clad in flowing purple robes, with a face of unparalleled beauty, her cold gaze made her seem like an ethereal spirit untouched by worldly concerns, captivating all who looked away.
Yingluo heard what everyone said, but just smiled faintly, her eyes full of contempt.
In her view, killing Wei Qinghe was nothing more than crushing an ant.
Without Di Fuyue by his side, Wei Qinghe would be nothing but a useless person with mixed spiritual roots.
"Wei Qinghe, you asked for this."
After saying that, the numerous longswords and sword energy, enveloped in extremely strong ice elemental power, suddenly attacked Wei Qinghe's direction.
Wei Qinghe naturally wouldn't sit idly by and wait for death. With a surge of spiritual energy, a large number of sword shadows flew out behind her with overwhelming momentum.
The sword energies of both sides collided fiercely, creating a deafening impact.
The originally stable suppression formation actually loosened and cracked during the battle between the two.
Both sides once again sucked up a large number of swords from the ground and rushed towards each other.
Sword energy, like a dragon, resonates with the power of ten thousand swords.
It was no longer clear who had startled the myriad swords, nor could it be discerned where the flying swords were headed.
As everyone watched Wan Jian come and go, they seemed to have forgotten the purpose of their visit.
In an instant, the spirit sword rose and fell, its sword energy forming a net, as if it wanted to trap this entire world.
Both sides were indeed quite skilled, and were able to neutralize each other's sword energy in a timely manner.
I don't know how much time has passed, but all I can see are layers upon layers of sword shadows, and the two beautiful figures are also layered on top of each other.
"Isn't Wei Qinghe a new disciple? How come she can fight the goddess for so long without a clear winner?"
"I thought Wei Qinghe would be killed instantly by the goddess with a single sword strike, but I didn't expect him to fight the goddess for so long and show no sign of weakness."
"What do you mean by showing weakness? I think Wei Qinghe's cultivation level is about the same as the goddess's."
"This Wei Qinghe, with his mixed spiritual root, has actually displayed combat power stronger than that of a top-grade single spiritual root."
"Have you all forgotten that when Wei Qinghe entered the Northern Underworld Divine Palace, she stood out from the crowd?"
"I have to say, I think Wei Qinghe might be able to defeat the goddess."
"I think so too."
Yingluo's original confidence gradually disappeared during her battle with Wei Qinghe.
Hearing everyone's comments like this now makes me feel quite flustered.
"Wei Qinghe, you deserve to die!"
Wei Qinghe found her crazy fighting style rather amusing.
The goddess of the dignified Northern Underworld Divine Palace is so easily angered and swayed by her emotions. If she were to encounter the demon race, she would likely be defeated before the battle even begins.
It seems that the strongest sect on this advanced continent is not as powerful as the one on their Tianyuan Continent.
As time went on, the battle between the two became increasingly fierce, but Sakura's condition became more and more chaotic.
Just as she regained control of the large number of longswords beneath her feet, an extremely powerful spiritual force suddenly enveloped her.
She looked up in confusion, only to meet Wei Qinghe's clear, watery eyes.
Why bother!
Wei Qinghe's faint smile was like a slap across her face.
Unconvinced, she once again gathered extremely strong spiritual power, wanting to compete with Wei Qinghe for the large area of sword land below.
However, her spiritual power was no match for Wei Qinghe's spiritual power, let alone snatch the sword ground below from Wei Qinghe's hands.
"You forced me to do this!"
Suddenly, Yingluo bit her finger and dripped a drop of blood onto the sword in her hand.
The blood droplet was instantly absorbed by the sword, which then emitted a faint red glow.
Even Wei Qinghe was stumped by this move.
All she knew was that she could draw talismans while fighting.
I've never seen anyone fight while simultaneously feeding blood to their sword.
However, as soon as that red light appeared, Wei Qinghe knew that this was not simple.
Sure enough, a large number of long swords were forcefully pulled out from under Yingluo.
Furthermore, a crack appeared underground, and the fissure spread rapidly, as if something was about to emerge from the depths of the earth.
However, Yingluo's face turned terribly pale without her noticing.
It was as if most of my blood had been sucked away in an instant.
Wei Qinghe knew it was the sword in Yingluo's hand.
This sword actually needs to absorb its master's blood; isn't that a bit too easy?
How could the prestigious and righteous Beiming Divine Palace tolerate the existence of such a sword?
boom!
With a loud bang, a sword glowing red emerged from the ground.
The swords that had been sucked into the air all flew rapidly toward that sword.
whoosh whoosh whoosh...
As the longsword approached, it seemed to encounter a magnet, forcefully pulling it to adhere to the blade.
As more and more swords drew closer, the blades grew larger.
"They can actually use other swords to strengthen themselves." Wei Qinghe was even more surprised.
The sword in Yingluo's hand had the same appearance as the sword behind her.
This further proves that there is something wrong with Yingluo's sword.
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