Chapter 383: Ming

The black cat nodded.

Seeing Pei Ye looked at it with gratitude despite his injuries and fatigue, and immediately pressed his sword to change direction.

If the black cat had insisted, he didn't know if he would have compromised, but no matter what the final choice was, he would be incomparably painful.

The youth found it hard to convince himself to let the enemy go just like that, and even more impossible to sit by and watch potential victims die because of it—because no matter how he thought about it, letting Qu Zhu walk out of the stone room was his own fault.

Especially after Master Wu gave his life.

The sun was already rising high. Seeing Pei Ye ran forward without a word, finally gradually leaving the space between the peaks, far away from the Five Peaks Lotus Heart, until he arrived at the edge of Kongdong. Looking sideways, the second gate he had seen when he arrived stood far away on the peak top to the side.

"It's over forty miles, okay, don't go any further." The black cat stopped him.

Seeing Pei Ye actually felt he could walk another five to ten miles. He was worried that if Qu Zhu's state was too poor, he would give up coming, but knowing this was already the black cat's limit, he let it go.

"Then let's stay here." Seeing Pei Ye swallowed two pills gifted by Kongdong, sat cross-legged on the ground, slowly wiped the blood from the sword edge, and watched the front quietly.

He used all his effort to calm his body down, adjusting to the best state.

This was a flat mountain top. The deep and vast mountains were dark and silent, as if he had been the only one here since ancient times.

When Qu Zhu climbed up step by step from the dark mountain below, this was the scene he saw.

The youth had his eyes closed, his blood-stained face deep and clear under the morning sun, still carrying a bit of childishness. That half-amber, half-iron bead hung conspicuously at his waist.

It was hard to imagine that the final link of all this was tied to a youth like this, and Qu Zhu lowered his head and coughed twice, and blood spots fell into his palm... He was actually a strong enemy.

The youth hadn't discovered him yet, but he just walked up silently and straight with his saber pressed.

Perhaps assassinating Zhang Jingbi under the eyes of the peak masters would have been easier, he thought quietly, but it was all the same anyway. Besides, such an invitation... how could he not accept the challenge?

Ten years ago, after returning from West Long, at the bottom of the Jin Yu Zhai lake.

Two theatrical masks reversed to each other.

"Such a divine object, how can it be covered in dust for a thousand years."

"I just can't stand being a watchdog."

"Not bad... everything is just a tool."

"For the past ten years, I have made the sword dragon into an array, and the heart-amber recorded the swords... Now I want to know, what is the purpose of all this."

"We have always been walking on the same path." The dark gold mask flashed with ghostly light in the darkness. "You couldn't break the 【Star Burial Mound】, so we used Kongdong to forge the key; you were blocked by the "Dao Xu Ming Shi Zong Jing", so, we used 【Da Liang】 to open this path."

Ming Qitian charged into the sky like a crane with her sword.

Shi Shaosheng and the others followed closely. Guangcheng, Liuli, Yuanyun, Tianmen—the four peak masters almost represented the strongest power of Kongdong today, and what they held in their hands were exactly the four most authentic sword arts of Kongdong. In the Shao Long Jianghu, every one of them was an immortal figure that could be looked up to but not reached.

Only in the mountain belly where ten thousand swords were swimming today, the momentum of the four swords appeared so mediocre.

Sima looked down from a high position, his eyes indifferent, and pointed with his sword lightly.

The mirror dragon behind him pressed down like a mountain collapsing, and after just one tilt, every sword suddenly flew like a startled swan. A majestic sword hum sounded in the mountain belly, and the dragon head swooped down in the whistling wind.

It didn't have to aim at any one target. The next moment, the five figures were submerged by the silver-bright sea.

Everything fell into silence abruptly.

Shi Shaosheng narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips, his eyes filled with fierce anger. When the first sword came head-on, he blocked it with his sword, his eyes fixed upward, but that sword just drifted lightly on his blade. A wonderful rotation arose out of thin air, and it had already cut toward his neck extremely naturally. The sword momentum was like the flow of light clouds and thin mist—Shi Shaosheng was incomparably familiar with this move—"Song Mist Sword Chant" · 【Flowing Mist in the Creek】.

He returned his sword to block, and his heart was pressed dead at that moment—this was an unimaginably perfect sword.

Not one of the hundred disciples on Guangcheng Peak could use this move so flawlessly.

So-called sword fighting was finding the flaws in the opponent's sword art—either the flaws in the sword moves themselves, the flaws in the connection between sword moves, or the conflict between the sword moves and the current situation. The higher the realm, the smaller the flaws.

Now the pressure of this massive sword dragon had descended so realistically. Absolute perfection and precision, without any flaws. There was no way to break the move, only to exchange sword for sword.

And there were thirteen thousand such swords.

The roaring, boiling sea of swords suddenly touched five even more roaring boiling points, simultaneously sparking bright sword flowers. One of them flashed and was instantly submerged.

"Guangying!"

One sword, two swords, ten swords, a hundred swords... Countless swords darted past abruptly. The only Tuanshen was defeated in an instant. The gorgeous blood flowers flashed and disappeared in the silver brightness. The man's heavily injured and broken body fell powerlessly, and his out-of-control saber pierced into the stone wall, still stained with blood and trembling.

There was no need to doubt its power. Like the 【Star Worm】, it drew power from the mountains, waters, and starlight. The force of every sword was enough to make a 【Yue Que】's wrist stiff. And after deconstructing it with the 【Sword Calling Chapter】, 【Pulling Silk】, and 【Heart Mirror】, and endowing it with hundreds of perfect sword arts, those ancient joints that served as weaknesses also disappeared.

Powerful, perfect, ghostly... Such a creation, if not for hiding in the dark, would be enough to rank among the world's famous arrays!

Everything happened in an instant. Shi Shaosheng advanced with difficulty, and the other two white-bright waves behind him had almost stopped. Guan Shutang retreated three feet in the next moment, his left shoulder already pierced by a sword.

And in all the difficulties, only a bright cloud energy swept up along the sword sea.

It was also suppressed by the sea of swords, slowing by half, but that speed could still be called a swift raid. Like a white wave suddenly pulled from a silver sea, the sword bodies of a thousand swords went wild wherever it passed. The continuous sound of "clanging" reached the ears a hundred times in an instant, and when she drifted through the waves to stand before Sima, her sword was already gathering strength behind her.

The cloud energy condensed back into the sword body in an instant, and the woman pulled out an extremely sharp "one" horizontally with her sword.

But Sima had already struck.

A wild wind whistled behind the stone platform. Sima's sword was like a roc spreading its wings, and the dark gold strange mask pressed forward abruptly. The two swords crossed head-on. The woman's long sword collapsed in an instant, and Sima's long sword pressed toward her throat like a poisonous dragon. Ming Qitian retreated three steps, leaving a gap to block the sword again, but Sima's sword suddenly erupted with extremely brilliant power. The woman's long sword collapsed again. She tilted her body in mid-air, like a floating cloud, and the passing sword light cut a bright bloodstain on her side arm, simultaneously lifting her body by more than three feet.

With such an unfolding and vibrating, the mystic energy around Sima's body rolled and boiled for a hundred feet. It was the secret mystic scripture of the Huan Si Lou, "Fu Yao Ce" · 【Like Me Spreading Wings】.

The pressure from the front of the Mirror Dragon had an impact that could not be ignored. When the woman darted out of the dragon body, her sword momentum was still at a low point. There were definitely not many people in the world who could seize this moment, but Sima was clearly among them.

So what followed was the step-by-step killing move of waiting for work at ease.

The sky-blue robes were like ghosts. The performance of this body was definitely not lower than the woman's. On the road to the Heavenly Palace, perhaps he was walking further ahead.

Those sword strikes and mystic energy manipulations were all peaks among peaks. Ming Qitian connected seventeen swords in a row, but she couldn't even counter-attack once.

And Sima's momentum was still climbing step by step. 【Like Me Spreading Wings】, every sword's mystic energy was like spreading wings to store wind. The wind of a thousand miles under the wings had been stored to the extreme.

Only the woman's clear and moist face remained calm.

Because a trend had appeared that could not be stopped. Seventeen swords were just an instant. In the height of the swords, she was climbing to a higher position with every sword.

Even when receiving swords from a position of exhaustion, this powerful Sima still couldn't suppress her.

Just an instant later. The twenty-first sword, Sima's long sword paused abruptly, and then with him as the center, a wild wind that was hard to imagine whistled in the mountain belly. Between this pause and rise, it was just like spreading wings to store wind to the extreme, flying ninety thousand miles in one go.

"Fu Yao Ce" · 【Tu Nan】

The snow-white cloud energy within several feet of the woman collapsed abruptly. As a 【Yue Que】, the battle of mystic energy had been completely defeated. The woman was completely in the vast mystic energy of the opponent, with nothing to rely on.

What remained on her body was only the true energy in her dantian and the long sword in her hand.

Only in the twenty-one moves of sword fighting, what Ming Qitian sought was just a margin higher in sword art. With this margin, she could strike a sword.

Letting the mystic energy surround her, the woman entered the realm alone, and a bloody, killing sword rose abruptly.

Residing in its country, killing its monarch, "Zhuangzi Sword Interpretation" · 【Commoner Sword】.

The ear-piercing clashing sound of sword blades crossing, the extreme sharpness told of extreme danger. Sima twisted his wrist and erected his blade, tilting his neck to block the sword. Anyone could see the extreme tension of his body at this moment.

And the bright blade just darted past, and the sharp sound only rang for an instant like a needle tip. The white clothes drifted past, the wild wind collapsed, and a crack had already been left on Sima's side neck.

Fresh blood instantly soaked his shoulders. This was not enough to be fatal, but it already explained the reversal of the situation in an instant. Sima looked back indifferently, borrowed the momentum to fall toward the stone platform, turned his arm and held his sword horizontally, and the wild wind immediately converged on the sword blade. Behind the woman, the 【Mirror Dragon】 had whistled again.

But at the moment of landing on the platform, 【Sima】 looked back abruptly, and an extremely sharp sword intent had already risen from the side.

Shi Shaosheng's white hair fluttered, darting like a gray heron, his withered hand stroking the bright sword blade.

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