Chapter 2757

Between the two great golden ages,

The most dazzling battle beneath the earth immortals has appeared!

The Northern Pole True Martial Great Emperor raised his heavy sword and roared as he brought it down, the cosmic secret realm's Northern Sea reversed its flow and surged upward, turbulent and mighty, merging with the profound water Dao sword momentum, transforming into a torrential ice-snow river that smashed toward the horizon, countless grasses frozen, unable to sway in the wind, instead shattering into powder under the terrifying force.

Even the indestructible nine-leaf weeds,

Were utterly destroyed by this strike!

The Nine-Leaf Sword Emperor likewise swung his sword, condensing a hundred thousand grass blades into a blade in his hand, his sword severed the essence of heaven, earth, and man; though his sword light lacked the terrifying momentum of the Northern Sea ice river great sword, it carried a transcendent essence aura, and with one stroke he ignored the glacier, ignored the Northern Sea, even ignored the layered veils of the Northern Pole sword intent, directly slashing upon the Northern Pole True Martial Great Emperor's immortal soul!

"Pfft!"

The Northern Pole True Martial Great Emperor's face turned deathly pale as he spat a mouthful of blood, each falling drop of blood solidifying into millions of kilometers of glacial river.

Boom!

Yet the Northern Pole True Martial Great Emperor's sword deviated not an inch, striking straight down upon the Nine-Leaf Sword Emperor's head, obliterating him and his sword, and instantly annihilating the surrounding billions of kilometers of grassland!

Heaven and earth shattered for it, gloomy and uncertain, the great Dao collapsed.

The two Sword Emperors fought to the death, causing turmoil within hundreds of light-years, only to see the Northern Pole sword intent and the Nine-Leaf sword intent intertwining in heaven and earth, mutually annihilating.

The Nine-Leaf Sword Emperor vanished.

Is he dead?

So everyone held their breath.

"Kill!"

The Northern Pole True Martial Great Emperor roared madly, gripping the glacial great sword and suddenly slashing sideways.

Boom!

The Nine-Leaf Sword Emperor's apparition had just appeared here when it was shattered to nothing by the glacial great sword.

Yet he, before death, drew his sword again and slashed upon the Northern Pole True Martial Great Emperor's mighty and stalwart body—though it did not harm his immortal form, nor did it stir the slightest ripple in the endless azure sea of the Northern Sea Secret Realm—but it caused the Northern Pole True Martial Great Emperor to vomit blood again, adding another crack to his immortal soul.

The Nine-Leaf Sword, severing the source of heaven, earth, and man, destroying the foundation of the great Dao!

In the past, when confronting the Tai Shang Da Ri Gu Huang, this Nine-Leaf Sword fundamentally displayed no such effect, as if the soul-path sword that severed life's essence were mere illusion, no matter how it could not sever the Tai Shang Da Ri Gu Huang's essence, even making people think this Nine-Leaf Sword Emperor was nothing special, aged, mediocre, dull-bladed.

But today!

The Nine-Leaf Sword Emperor truly revealed the terror of his invincible Sword Emperor!

"Kill!"

"Kill kill kill..."

The Northern Pole True Martial Great Emperor, enraged by his immortal soul's wounds, roared furiously, his eyes blood-red to the extreme.

He wielded the glacial great sword to slay heaven and exterminate foes, shattering stars, and as his wounded strength did not diminish but grew ever more terrifying.

He repeatedly shattered the Nine-Leaf Sword Emperor's sword-drawing apparitions, annihilating hundreds of millions of light-years of weeds, cutting them into lifeless ice crystal fragments.

"Hmph!"

The Nine-Leaf Sword Emperor was occasionally struck, spitting blood profusely, his divine soul Dao authority dimming, similarly gravely wounded.

His posture was agile, like willow fluff in the wind, often able to strike the Northern Pole True Martial Great Emperor multiple times, leaving indelible wounds upon his immortal soul.

While the Northern Pole True Martial Great Emperor had the entirety of heaven and earth, the whole Northern Sea heaven-earth secret realm as his backing, his offensive was terrifyingly abnormal, a single strike against the Nine-Leaf Sword Emperor often inflicting tens of times the damage upon his opponent, ultimately pulling the battle back, letting his own wounds be far lighter than the Nine-Leaf Sword Emperor's.

In the end, the Nine-Leaf Sword Emperor's sword grew ever slower, ever weaker.

Danger!

"Ten thousand victories!"

"Ten thousand victories ten thousand victories..."

In the celestial court, countless celestial court generals shouted excitedly in cheer, mostly Bei Dao cultivators.

At this moment, the Northern Pole True Martial Great Emperor's invincible posture moved hearts, and the celestial court's many great emperors, at this moment, could not help but arise with thoughts of being unable to match him.

Likewise, what is the Seventh Golden Age's expedition fleet like?

Indifferent, calm, deathly silent.

Like precise machinery, regardless of who wins or loses, this fleet remains silent and voiceless, appearing to outsiders as soulless puppets.

However, in the Sword Emperors' message exchanges, it was instead a scene of wailing.

"Disaster!"

"Extreme Noon Daoist friend is in trouble!"

The Four Seasons Ancient Emperor fiercely slapped his thigh: "The Fourth Golden Age still treats Extreme Noon Daoist friend too harshly—sword immortal arts, sword cultivation methods, sword cultivation sword intent, sword Dao treasures, and so on... foundation too shallow, sword moves rather crude, allowing this Nine-Leaf lowlife to exploit the opening!"

"Alas!"

"This is not Extreme Noon Daoist friend's fault."

A Sword Emperor sighed.

"The Fourth Golden Age, altogether speaking, has only Extreme Noon Daoist friend as a three-character Scripture Sword Emperor; even if his talent and genius are peerless, how many immortal sword arts can he create? How many sword cultivation methods can he explore? How many heavenly materials and earthly treasures for forging flying swords can he research and produce?"

"One person, ultimately unable to oppose the entire Golden Age and the wisdom of many fellow cultivators."

"Extreme Noon Daoist friend, in immortal sword arts, is indeed crude."

The Time Order Ancient Emperor judged thus.

"Indeed so."

The surrounding Sword Dao Ancient Emperors all appeared deeply regretful, regretting that Extreme Noon Sword Emperor could not die by their hands.

"Let's see."

"This Nine-Leaf Sword Emperor, this vile shameless hermaphrodite, is deliberately deceiving Extreme Noon Daoist friend, even his own injuries are genuine, he has spared no expense."

The Dao-Destroying Ancient Emperor commented: "Just see whether Extreme Noon Daoist friend can quickly realize the gap between his strength and the Nine-Leaf Sword Emperor, swiftly withdraw and escape, thus still having a sliver of hope."

"Otherwise, after several thousand more exchanges, Extreme Noon Daoist friend wounded to a certain degree will undoubtedly die."

"There is no possibility of escape at all."

The appearance of the Nine-Leaf Sword Emperor now reminded him of Tai Shang Da Ri Gu Huang.

Looking at the sword path of Tai Shang Da Ri Gu Huang throughout his life, those who could not defeat him basically died at his hands, and there were almost no successful escapes seen.

"It should be so."

"Look at his fate, no, not fate, but the life-and-death instinct of a sword cultivator!"

The surrounding Sword Emperors nodded in agreement, making similar judgments.

A sword cultivator, whose life is filled with bloody battles and sacred sword duels, has two most important abilities: one is the way of attack and killing, the other is the way of escape after determining something cannot be done; both are equally important.

As for reporting news to the Bei Ji Zhen Wu Da Di?

These Sword Emperors would not do so.

The weak deserve to die!

Even the Extreme Noon Sword Emperor, whom they greatly admire as a fine young man of Shen Zhou, is no exception; this is an unchangeable principle.

On the battlefield, the life-and-death struggle between the two Sword Emperors lasted for hundreds of moves.

Ding!

Boom—

Bei Ji Zhen Wu Da Di cleaved the Nine-Leaf Sword Emperor in two with a single sword, leaving the two bloody halves to drift apart, barely healing after fleeing tens of light-years, revealing the Nine-Leaf Sword Emperor's deathly pale face, his eyes full of cold intent.

"Hahaha!"

"Weeds and mongrels! Weak!"

Bei Ji Zhen Wu Da Di stood between the endless northern sea glaciers, though his soul was covered in sword marks and he spat blood mouthful after mouthful, he still laughed ferociously, stepping with the tread of heaven collapsing and earth splitting as he killed toward the Nine-Leaf Sword Emperor, whose aura grew ever weaker.