Chapter 677: Why the Great Sun Sword Disciple Can Suppress Great Sun Sword Cultivators

Sword Dao's supreme divine ability: Sword Qi Thunder Sound!

As Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun knew, this was a divine ability that even the strongest of the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong, Master Dinghai Zhenjun Chun Jian Yang Master Dinghai Zhenjun, had not comprehended; he was still a hair's breadth away, had long failed to break through, could not achieve invincibility at his realm, and was defeated by a combined assault.

"Who exactly are you?"

Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun roared in anger, yet the treasure in his hand did not pause for even half a moment.

Zzzz...

As he chanted, a domain of dark clouds suddenly unfolded; the green poison was dim, corroding space, while sharp qi spilled out from within, containing a sword intent that was supremely yin and supremely toxic.

Anyone who so much as touched a trace would have their soul and flesh turn into a pool of pus dripping to the ground.

Pigeon Poison Sword Domain!

This was the sword domain Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun had made famous for many years, notorious across the Northern Plains, where countless family cultivators had screamed and died within its bounds.

There had been cases where an entire family's mountain gate was soaked in pus-blood melted from corpses, causing countless cultivators from the twenty-eight families of the Northern Plains to curse him with venomous hatred.

This was the reason he had been ostracized and sent to the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong.

Shh!

Shh shh!

Yet they saw that within the blue-gold sword light striking straight down, surrounded by a miniature sword-shaped domain, any pigeon poison domain blocking its path was silently and soundlessly cleaved apart, unable to hinder it even a trace.

No, not just cleaved apart.

Wherever the sword light reached, the aura of annihilating forbidden arts spread; the pigeon poison sword domain was first cleaved apart, then collapsed, as a domain of sword Dao forbidden arts was marked out.

No matter how the domain hiding the green poison churned and surged, no matter how the supremely yin, supremely toxic, peerlessly sharp sword domain within it charged and slaughtered, it could not cross over.

The sky, as the blue-gold sword light flew past, bore a wound in the pigeon poison sword domain that could never heal!

"This sword intent..."

Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun felt a chill in his heart.

"Pigeon Wing Sword, come forth!"

He pointed with his finger and roared.

Whoosh!

From within the pigeon poison sword domain, a poison pigeon flying sword with faint wings shot out; in an instant, the sword light split into six swords, forming a Six Directions Ten Thousand Poisons Array.

Accompanied by a high-pitched cry.

A phantom of an ancient poison pigeon appeared in the sky, spreading wings that blocked the sun, its poisonous, cruel, and sharp intent covering all directions.

Its sharp beak was formed by two poison pigeon flying swords, opening and closing to grant sharpness;

Its double wings were formed by two poison pigeon flying swords; as they flapped, wild winds rose in all directions, bringing extreme speed;

Its double claws were formed by two poison pigeon flying swords; as they swung, they tore space apart.

At the pupil of the ancient poison pigeon phantom, there was even a faint, lively light, a light of wisdom, as if an ancient poison beast had revived in the sky to rule the earth once more.

The ancient poison pigeon, formed from the sword array, charged with a stench-laden wind toward the Taiching Flying Sword within the Thunder Sound!

"This sword of yours has far too much spiritual nature?"

Jiang Ding was surprised.

This person's strength was far greater than Zhenjun Shen Ya Master Dinghai Zhenjun's; if they faced each other directly, he would have to flee in disgrace after a dozen or so moves, as they were not on the same level.

Especially the spiritual nature of the flying sword, which seemed even stronger than the Taiching Flying Sword.

"Pity..."

A thought instinctively arose in Jiang Ding's heart.

"Too weak."

Boom!

The Taiching Flying Sword traveled through the Sword Qi Thunder Sound channel; without any sword technique, facing the ancient poison pigeon, it did not dodge or evade, but struck down with a single crushing blow.

The two clashed in the narrowest of gaps.

Boom!

Spiritual light exploded everywhere, and space shattered.

The aftermath swept in all directions; where it passed, the earth and mountain peaks fell, the ground layers churned, and a destructive natural disaster appeared.

Accompanied by a mournful cry.

A poison wing sword, about a foot long, flew backward, its spiritual light dimmed; the five flying swords split from the sword light flickered, three vanishing directly, while the remaining two swayed unsteadily, their aura plummeting.

In the direct clash, the Pigeon Wing Sword could not prevail!

"Why is this so? Your power is clearly a tier weaker than mine! Sword technique..."

Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun said unwillingly.

"This feeling is very strange..."

Jiang Ding closed his eyes slightly, experiencing the sensation of sword technique crushing.

The reason the Great Sun Sword Disciple fears no Great Sun Sword Pavilion sword cultivators is not because of some Gong Fa suppression, not some hidden sword technique trick, nor some sword intent counter.

There is no such weak thing, never has been, hoping to place rule upon shortcuts.

The only reason is: stronger!

Stronger sword intent, stronger sword technique, stronger will; crushing domination over one's own kind, a special attack.

Heaven have mercy!

Jiang Ding has practiced swordsmanship until now, and due to a lack of inheritance, he has always been crushed in sword technique skill by others: first that so-called Lady Senior Qian She, then the Rotating Sword Disciple, the Tianxuan Sword Disciple, and then Yu Yu Qianzi.

Now, finally, he can suppress them righteously with sword technique!

"You should be dying."

Jiang Ding opened his eyes, did not answer Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun's words, and said calmly.

"Dead?"

"Arrogant!"

Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun let out a chilling sneer.

He sliced his wrist with a finger; sinister black-green poisonous blood gushed out, dripping into the Crow-Wing Sword before him, causing its momentum to climb relentlessly, ringing with a metallic clang.

"Kill!"

Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun pointed a finger, and the six collapsed flying swords revived once more, ringing with a metallic clang, transforming into six lifelike ancient poisonous crows that formed a formation and attacked the youth in green robes in the sky.

A fierce and violent sword intent shot up to the heavens!

At this very moment, inexplicably, a sense of fear arose in Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun's heart; he had begun fighting with his own essence blood in such a short time, without hesitation, acting on pure instinct.

Alongside it came restlessness, heat, and craving in the sword intent, as if it had spotted an unparalleled delicacy!

If he could slay and devour it, his sword Dao would undergo an unprecedented explosive development; sword qi and thunder sounds would be trivial matters.

He might even take a giant step toward the Soul Transformation realm!

"I seem to know how the extraordinary spirituality on your sword came to be."

Jiang Ding pointed at the Taqing Flying Sword.

Nine sword lights split off, attacking with thunder sounds; with nine against six, accompanied by thunder sounds, every move drove the six ancient poisonous crows back repeatedly, breaking their feathers and inflicting endless wounds.

If not for the gap in strength and realm, he could have severed all six flying swords right now.

Sword slash, sword point, sword thrust, sword chop... every move of the flying sword was extraordinarily agile, striking the weak points of the Crow-Wing Sword with the sharp edge and sword qi; though lacking in power, it could still crush the Crow-Wing Sword.

"You seem..."

After a few moves, Jiang Ding guessed the reason: "You merged a Nascent Soul-stage flying demon beast into your own innate flying sword? That is how you achieved such spirituality and power."

"But this is the method of spell cultivators!"

Jiang Ding, bewildered, looked at him in shock: "We sword cultivators prioritize specialization and utmost purity, regardless of the path we take; you will destroy your own sword intent and your Dao path."

"No wonder you have turned to the Liu Dao Sect."

Jiang Ding gradually came to his senses.

"Shut up!"

A look of venomous hatred appeared on Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun's face; his deepest wound had been exposed, and he roared: "You are merely an ant with slight sword Dao talent, yet you dare bark before your Ancestor."

"Die!"

Witnessing the six ancient poisonous crows quickly falling into a disadvantage, he no longer held back; an ancient, pitch-black shield covered in patterns of snarling poisonous beasts materialized before him, blocking the attacks.

With his other hand, he drew out a poisonous banner and waved it fiercely; countless poisonous swords sprang forth from it, surging into the six ancient poisonous crows in a tide that covered the sky and earth, causing their momentum to increase wildly.

These two items were clearly mid-grade Infant Treasures, and their coordination was exquisite, causing his combat power to skyrocket instantly.

(End of this chapter)