Chapter 424: Beating the Great Sun Sword Disciple into a Crackling Sound

Ordinary words, as if discussing what to eat today.

"Commit suicide before your eyes?"

Xia Hou Gang, with brown-black skin, felt a grim meaning rise in his heart and said coldly, "You, a sword cultivator, cowering and afraid to show your face, have already cut off your own path. What right do you have to demand we commit suicide?"

"Kill!"

Over a hundred years of cultivation and tempering had already hardened their hearts like iron; even facing such a situation, they did not choose to flee, but formed a Five-Combination Sword Array and attacked.

In an instant, sword qi covered the sky and earth; five flying swords shone brilliantly, carrying sword intents of flame, sharpness, and heaviness, pressing down on the young man in green robes before them like a cage.

Clang!

A deep blue sword light unsheathed; in a flash, four people and their flying swords paused, stunned, frozen motionless.

Then, a gust of wind blew.

"No... impossible..."

A sword cultivator from the Brother Xuanwu Sky Palace who had comprehended the sword intent of sharpness spoke a sentence with a gurgling throat.

A line of blood appeared on his brow.

The blood line quickly turned vivid, and his body was split evenly in two.

Large amounts of fresh blood and internal organs poured down with a splash; halfway through the air, the deep blue sword qi exploded, turning into patches of gray ash devoid of any life.

Around him, several companions met the same fate; the fresh blood and bloody scent carrying the sword Dao intent covered the entire sky in a blink, then quickly turned to ash and vanished.

The four flying swords, nurtured for over a hundred years, were also split evenly in two from tip to hilt, just like their masters.

All spiritual light vanished, and they fell from the sky.

Zhou Tian, the Sword Disciple of the Wuxingtian Sect, narrowed his pupils.

The sword cultivators of the Wuxingtian Sect beside him trembled uncontrollably, especially the cultivator who had previously proposed uniting with the Brother Xuanwu Sky Palace's Xuan Tian Sword Disciple.

"It has indeed been many years since I fought a Foundation Establishment cultivator."

Jiang Ding sighed lightly.

Ding!

The Taiqing Flying Sword returned, doing its utmost to restrain its sharpness and sword intent, and slashed onto Xia Hou Gang's flame flying sword, forcing him back dozens of steps.

"Not bad. A Grade-Excellent Gong Fa; your strength far exceeds the quasi-third tier, reaching a level where you can maintain an undefeated state for a long time before a Jin Dan Chu Qi cultivator."

Jiang Ding nodded slightly.

"Come, tell me with your life how an orthodox sword cultivator fights."

The four sword cultivators who died all carried the aura of a Grade-Standard Gong Fa.

The Jiudaxian Sect strictly controls the inheritance of top-tier Gong Fa; without a Da Gong, without a great opportunity, and without a great background, it cannot be taught.

It is truly extraordinary; every one of them possesses quasi-third-tier strength, and any single one of them can casually suppress dozens of Foundation Establishment cultivators.

As for this last remaining person,

if born in any small realm, he would be a shocking existence, capable of reversing the fight against a Jin Dan cultivator with Foundation Establishment cultivation, earning the title of peerless genius.

"Your flying sword is unfair..."

Xia Hou Gang spoke word by word, a vast despair rising in his heart.

"Kill!"

He bit his tongue, and a mouthful of scalding fresh blood overflowed from his mouth, transforming into massive magic power that surged entirely into his flame flying sword, which he had refined over several hundred years.

Under the explosion of flame sword intent, crimson flames shot up several feet high, melting gold and burning iron.

The sword light trembled again; seven identical flame flying swords formed, creating a sword array that descended.

"I know this one. The first realm of the Sword Dao: Sword Light Division."

Jiang Ding nodded slightly.

The blue-gold flying sword unsheathed and rushed straight to meet it, the sword light brilliant and incredibly swift, darting and leaping...

... beaten into a crackling sound.

The deep blue flying sword retreated repeatedly, having no power to fight back.

"... Is the gap this large?!"

Jiang Ding was stunned.

The sword intent scanned over; he guaranteed that he had used sword intent and magic power of exactly the same strength as the opponent; at the very least, he should have been able to struggle symbolically.

This left him with no face at all.

"You completely do not understand sword techniques?!"

Xia Hou Gang asked in shock.

This was no longer a matter of whether sword techniques were profound or not, or whether the level was high or not.

He simply did not have any!

"With this, even if the flying sword is sharp..."

Immediately, Xia Hou Gang felt wild joy in his heart, a sliver of hope arising; the speed of the seven flying swords suddenly surged, transforming into seven streams of flame light that pounced on the body of the young man in green robes in the distance.

Clang!

The deep blue flying sword increased its speed by a notch, blocking it again, and they became entangled in combat.

"What use is strong sword technique?"

"I simply do not care!"

Jiang Ding, angry and ashamed, loosened some restrictions on the flying sword and sword intent.

A deep blue flying sword's sword light shone, darting and leaping among the seven crimson flame flying swords; one sword fought seven swords alone; the blades collided occasionally, ringing with a ding-dong sound, sparks blooming, and spiritual light appearing and vanishing.

Xia Hou Gang immediately felt the pressure increase greatly.

Clearly, the opponent had no sword technique at all, and the flaws between every move were huge; yet under the speed of the sword and the sword intent's oppressive pressure, these flaws were completely uncatchable. His sea of consciousness spun at extreme speed, controlling the flying sword to respond to the deep blue flying sword's successive attacks.

"Sword Art of the Flying Sword..."

Jiang Ding also gained some realization.

"It is the thrust of the flying sword, the slash, the weave, the collapse, the point, and other basic sword moves, encompassing knowledge of the condensation and scattering of sword qi, the eruption and reabsorption of breath... It is not useless, but a method of use that allows the flying sword to be wielded better, making it faster and sharper."

"The Immortal Sect is indeed undoubtedly a desert of the Sword Dao."

"These are merely basic sword forms."

"Beyond this, there are things like Sword Formulas that are more complex, yet can further increase the power of the flying sword."

Jiang Ding raised his head, revealing points of cold light.

"You, use it, or die."

"Damn it..."

Xia Hou Gang, who was about to seize an opportunity to unleash his ultimate killing move, felt a chill in his heart; the next moment, his face was filled with blood color, and an uncontrollable sense of shame surged in his heart.

"You deserve to die!"

Xia Hou Gang shouted low: "Thirteen Swords of Phoenix Blood Igniting the Soul!"

Seven crimson flame flying swords suddenly inhaled and exhaled the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a range of several kilometers nearby; the flame sword intent spread out, commanding the four directions.

Layers of fire-attributed spiritual energy converged, instantly forming lifelike flame phoenixes outside the seven crimson flying swords.

Screech!

Seven flame phoenixes let out a piercing shriek, piercing the clouds and splitting the sky; their sharp claws were crimson and sharp, carrying the aura of flame sword intent, and they all pounced toward the azure flying sword at the center. Sword qi inhaled and exhaled between the claws, forming a death cage.

First Sword of Phoenix Blood Igniting the Soul, Split!

"Split!"

Xia Hou Gang roared in anger.

The clanging sound rang endlessly in the ears, and then, an azure flying sword with slightly stronger breath broke out from the flame sword qi cage.

"So that is how it is."

Jiang Ding thought for a moment: "By mobilizing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to attach more power bonuses to one's own flying sword, this is Sword Art and Sword Formula."

"It is just that it does not quite match my combat style; this needs consideration..."

"Break!"

Xia Hou Gang's face flushed red; once again, a surge of essence blood welled up, amplifying the power between sword moves.

Screech!

The seven flame phoenixes formed by the flying swords let out a piercing shriek, then the flames and sharpness converged into their sharp beaks, and they all pecked and killed toward the azure flying sword, piercing the clouds and splitting the sky.

Even a block of Third-Grade Spirit Metal blocking the way would be torn apart and melted!

Boom!

It was slashed back by the Great Clarity Flying Sword in a single strike.

"Burn!"

"Swallow!"

"Ignite!"

"..."

Next, Xia Hou Gang's seven flying swords flew and soared in the sky, taking turns unleashing various moves of the Phoenix Blood Igniting the Soul Thirteen Swords inherited from the Brother Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace Sword Lineage.

The seven crimson flying swords sometimes became a blazing orange flame that extinguished all directions, sometimes a massive flame vortex, sometimes a whirlwind that strangled everything...

Finally, everything calmed down.

That azure flying sword remained exactly as before, with no changes.

"You are not a Sword Cultivator."

"You lack the relentless advance and majestic grandeur of a Sword Cultivator."

Xia Hou Gang burned the last drop of his essence blood; his face turned ashen, his breath plummeted violently, and he cursed venomously: "You will surely get deeply stuck in a bottleneck on this path, finding it impossible to take another step!"

"You will surely die in mediocrity for the rest of your life!"

"Hmm, that is your thought."

Jiang Ding nodded.

Whoosh!

The azure flying sword flashed, piercing through Xia Hou Gang's brow; azure sword qi erupted, tearing his body and soul into countless ashen fragments.

(End of this chapter)