Chapter 384: Ming

He was the only peak master who had left the Mirror Dragon without being injured, and also the third person to arrive here the fastest. At this moment, he struck straight at Sima without any detour.

What a wonderful sword, what a bright sword, what a strong sword!

——— "Guangcheng Dan Sword" · 【Sun and Moon Participating in Light】

If it came to the word "profound", "Guangcheng Dan Sword" was undoubtedly the first among all the peaks of Kongdong. In the melting and refining of the "Sword Treasury", the elders of the pavilion often used Guangcheng Peak rather than Yuanwu Peak as the cornerstone, because its sword field was open and the Dao intent was profound, capable of accommodating many things.

Among the disciples of the peak, only one in ten could learn this sword art, so much so that when people talked about Guangcheng Peak, they often only remembered the "Song Mist Sword Chant".

But it truly existed, and after Ancestor Ji went out and the Sect Master closed his doors, Shi Shaosheng was exactly the sword path facade of Kongdong within two fingers.

At this moment, he struck from below and from the south, just sandwiching Sima between him and the woman from above and the north. And the man had just converged his sword, and it was impossible to organize another such strong attack.

He had tried his best but failed to achieve results from the woman's sword, so now he had to face such a fatal counter-attack.

Sima's dark gold theatrical mask stared at him indifferently, and a sword rose from behind him, stabbing out without any avoidance.

In an instant, Shi Shaosheng felt the pressure the woman had just faced with horror. The competition for mystic energy was almost defeated in an instant. That was clearly just a sword that rose out of thin air, but Shi Shaosheng suddenly lost confidence in the 【Sun and Moon Participating in Light】 in his hand.

But the old man of course knew that there was only advance and no retreat at this time—even if this sword was not a match, as long as he could drag it out for a moment, the Sword Master would gain a chance to carry the sword on his back.

After a few days of getting along, Shi Shaosheng absolutely believed in this woman's strike.

The distance of several feet was darted past in an instant.

The sword crossing was just in a flash.

Unimaginable, vast power suddenly came from the opposite sword. There was not even a link of sword fighting. The wonder of 【Sun and Moon Participating in Light】 didn't even have time to be exerted. At the moment of collision, Shi Shaosheng could only hold the long sword in his hand tightly.

This was completely breaking skill with force. Fortunately, it was not enough to crush everything.

Shi Shaosheng gritted his teeth and blocked it. Sima's sword was stopped here. As long as it was just half a breath—the woman's porcelain-white cloud energy had already unfolded behind him.

"Zhuangzi Sword Interpretation" · 【Feudal Lord Sword】

Shi Shaosheng had already seen this sword from his peripheral vision. The sword in front of him that almost crushed him immediately appeared mediocre. His vision was still there, and he knew that even if this sword couldn't kill this person on the spot, it could almost settle the victory against him. Only, how could that sword dragon—

Unimaginable high temperature rose from behind.

In an instant, what he felt was definitely not the burning pain in his back, but the fire burning from within his body, as if his whole person had been thrown into magma.

And even this high temperature didn't give him more time to experience it, because at the same time, what rose was power strong enough to make one suffocate.

The bronze coffin was blown open with a bang, and the heavy coffin lid was blown away like paper in a wild wind. The man with flying long hair had brilliant golden pupils—as if, dense ghostly blue scales climbed from his neck to his cheeks, and the red-hot flames on his upper body surged and coiled, forming lotus flowers of cinnabar color that disappeared in an instant.

A roaring long spear pierced a hole in the air.

Shi Shaosheng realized in this instant that it was not he who gripped Sima, but Sima who gripped him.

Because this demon was closer than Ming Qitian.

"Zhu Lian Tai Ye" · 【Fire Washing Lotus Seed】

Shi Shaosheng twisted his body with all his might, changing to take Sima's sword in front of him, and tried his best to block this terrifying spear behind him. Sima's sword pierced into his chest, and Shi Shaosheng leaned back and held his sword horizontally, but he had time to block the sword in front, but it collapsed in an instant, and the long sword lost control and fell off.

The burning energy had already begun to turn his outer clothes into flying ash. This spear was absolutely enough to burn his entire chest and abdomen into nothingness.

At the critical moment, a straight bright light was thrown from the air, clanging straight into the spear blade. This spear had a moment of braking, and Shi Shaosheng was able to barely avoid the vital point. In the next moment, the sword was also flicked away. This spear pierced into the old man's body, and the destructive power like breaking bamboo took effect abruptly. Shi Shaosheng's skin and hair were all burning, and he smashed heavily on the stone platform, the momentum not stopping, falling powerlessly from the edge of the stone platform.

Yi Danjun slowly retracted his spear, the madness suppressed deep in his cold golden pupils staring straight at the woman in the air.

Killing intent surged out.

Ming Qitian gathered her sleeves and erected her fingers, but behind her, the 【Mirror Dragon Sword Sea】 had completed another startling dart. It completely submerged the two people, Ying Gao and Guan Shutang, and when it left again, it only left two falling figures whose life or death was unknown.

"With these heart-ambers and sword arts, can you get 【Da Liang】?"

"Yes. It is not placed in a certain place like 【Jiang Lou】, but has changed its form over thousands of years. The saying in the 【Star Burial Mound】 that it is 'off position' is an appropriate explanation. It needs to be rubbed down."

"How to rub it down?"

"Just like the assumption you put forward about 'taking swords' before, it's just that we need a lot of heart-amber and enough sword arts—you know there is a method of approximating a circle, three lines can surround a triangle, four lines can surround a square, and countless short lines can get the shape of a 'circle'."

"【Da Liang】 is that circle?"

"【Da Liang】 is that circle."

Mirror Dragon, Sima, Yi Danjun—three powerful figures surrounded the woman in the middle.

But Ming Qitian seemed not to notice, continuing to complete the action just now. The long sword flying in the air suddenly pulled out a snow-white long rainbow.

Straight at Sima's forehead. Sima retreated and blocked with his sword, but this time the vast cloud energy stretched horizontally, and a sword broke his posture. Sima darted up in surprise and retreated, but the sword blade chased straight to his forehead, like a fast falcon catching a sparrow, forcing him to the point of suffocation.

The majestic fire rose from the side. Yi Danjun had both cold and anger on his face, and a long spear of nearly a foot pierced over with a sea of fire. It was that violent mystic scripture again.

The bright red fire instantly submerged the woman, and in that sea of fire, lotus flowers of dazzling beauty bloomed. The lotus petals were carved like jade pieces, and the color was as red as cinnabar, pure and unlike the human world.

"Zhu Lian Tai Ye" · 【A Bi Lotus Opening】

The bright spear tip was washed out from such a lotus sea. The power of this spear had clearly exceeded the 【Tu Nan】 that Sima had accumulated for twenty-one swords just now.

And Ming Qitian had no sword in her hand. She glanced sideways and actually raised her hand to meet it.

Her moist fingers touched this spear tip, truly like picking a red lotus. The sea of fire in the sky stopped instantly.

On the other side, the long sword that had lost control was broken by Sima, and a sharp sword light came toward her back again. The woman sent the spear tip in her hand toward him with her sleeves, and the static fire sea suddenly surged and submerged him. Ming Qitian turned around and held the sword hilt calmly, but didn't take the opportunity to stab out.

She held the sword behind her with one hand and pinched the formula in front of her with the other. In this moment of no one disturbing, she looked at this scene quietly.

Feudal lords use people as swords. Yi Danjun's pure strength and courage were the sharpest sword blades at this moment.

Yi Danjun, who was ordered by the 【Feudal Lord Sword】, just twisted his wrist, and the peerless spear intent was interrupted just like that, and he couldn't even see any pressure.

Ming Qitian was still looking at this scene.

The man's strength and majesty were heart-stopping, but he was too pure. From beginning to end, there was no word, not even the look of a "person". The moment he saw her, it seemed that only infinite killing intent erupted from the deepest part... Those golden pupils and ghostly blue scales perhaps explained something.

And Sima also didn't suffer any damage. The moment the sea of fire submerged him, he became a piece more massive than the sea of fire—his person turned into dozens or nearly a hundred figures in an instant.

Only every face had a different theatrical mask.

"Xiang Ren Jing" · 【Who Pities This Face】

All changes happened in a moment. On the other side, Yi Danjun's cold and crazy eyes had locked onto Ming Qitian again, and the spear tip brought up a dazzling, heart-stopping bright red.

Ming Qitian, who was close at hand, had her hair lifted by the spear wind. She looked at the demon-like man in front of her with clear eyes, and a pure white scroll unfolded from behind her.

Isolating everything seen and heard, the two sides seemed to enter the silent painting together.

【Sword Realm · Tai Bai】

Tai Bai is the master of killing.

The purest killing intent filled the whole world in an instant. Yi Danjun seemed to turn into a real one, and the red lotus spread out abruptly, as if turning the entire sword realm into a sea of fire.

This was clearly his home field!

The scorching killing intent after stripping away emotions got the clearest echo in this realm. Fire overflowed the sword realm, and the killing intent was almost cold. Under the blessing of such divine art, this was almost the peak spear of Yi Danjun's life!

"Zhu Lian Tai Ye" · 【Eight Cold Ascending Purple】

Like a dragon whistling straight at the woman's face, the fresh killing intent of the whole world poured toward her. In the sea of fire for ten thousand miles, there was only a floating white dress.

The woman who created all this held the sword loosely and pointed the sword at the spear tip that was coming toward her, which seemed indestructible.

Even if it was not in the Dao Qi Society, it was still the Confucian sword generously taught to her.

"Yi Sword" · 【Shang Jiu】.

The arrogant dragon has regrets.

The pure white world shattered abruptly.

When she was in Fenghuai, the woman had guessed whether the Immortal Lord could break this sword realm. Actually, one month after she learned this technique, she had thought of a way to break it first. And if the person in the realm was trending toward the same extreme as the sword realm... then the consequences could be imagined.

So that day she withdrew the 【Commoner Sword】 facing the Immortal Lord.

Now the whole scroll flew away like pieces of broken clouds. The starting point was Yi Danjun's peerless spear tip. The whole long spear also shattered like paper, and then it was the palm, arm, body, head... The pure white killing intent flew away piece by piece, revealing the real world. Yi Danjun stood stiffly in place, already turned into a porcelain person covered in cracks.

Sima's long sword arrived at this time, nearly a hundred figures rushed over together, and the sword shadows were chaotic like snow. But the timing for the woman to be hurt was truly only that moment just now. Countless sky-blue robes darted over, but it was just the sword breaking and the shadow shattering, and all the confusion was swept away by the cloud energy that stretched like a rainbow.

In the distance, Sima revealed his true body, the dark and cold theatrical mask still staring at the woman indifferently, but his hand slowly loosened and gripped the sword hilt twice.

Ming Qitian sensitively perceived his emotions, and then suddenly frowned and looked at Yi Danjun—only to see that in the ghostly blue flow, the cracks on his body were slowly healing bit by bit.

At the same time, the Mirror Dragon arrived again, and the silver-bright sword sea submerged her.

This "breaking out of the sword sea" was different from the first time, because the Mirror Dragon was no longer darting past her, but turned into a sword sea to surround and wrap her. Looking up and down, the sky was full of bright and cold swords. The woman almost broke the thirteen thousand swords one by one, forcing the Mirror Dragon to spend a moment to organize itself.

The woman hadn't felt such a close and strenuous feeling of reaching the limit in the process of sword fighting for a long time... It was even unrelated to the quantity. Twenty thousand, thirty thousand, fifty thousand, she could easily break them.

What truly made her feel "flawless" was the way this sword array was structured. The woman thought of "harmony of heaven and earth" and "West Court spirituality". Now what she faced was indeed not a sword practitioner with flesh and blood, and this was indeed an "enemy" of the same status as the "Sword Strategy".

The exchange after breaking out of the sword sea this time left the woman with an internal injury, and a crack a finger long was broken in her internal organs.

This sword sea consumed more of her energy, and the enemy she faced was no longer just the old man with the dark gold theatrical mask. Ming Qitian forced Sima back in the three-round sword fight, and couldn't catch Yi Danjun's spear when she turned around, so she exchanged a move with him, piercing the sword into this man's chest again.

And this was originally the direction she wanted.

The woman went back and forth in this mountain belly alone with a single sword, already seeing that the true enemy was not these two powerful Yue Que that were hard to find in the world, but the miraculous Mirror Dragon made of ten thousand swords.

It had no pain or feeling, no meridians, and would not be injured. It struck swords perfectly forever, as if wanting to compete with her to see who would make a mistake first.

The young sword master of Yunlang would indeed never make a mistake in the sword, but he could not strike swords forever. Not to mention this was the embodiment of the enemy's planning. Before that "last piece" arrived, she should try her best to destroy it.

She didn't know how to destroy the sword dragon for the time being, but she at least knew how to destroy the sword art—the huge heart-amber ancient mirror on the dragon head. Every sword move was drawn from it by relying on 【Pulling Silk】.

However, the strikes from the other two sides were too violent and timely.

Sima had an extremely tough pressure in the first round. Ming Qitian even suspected that no one in Kongdong could receive that move. But when Yi Danjun stepped into the battlefield, he calmly turned into a ghost.

Ming Qitian could feel his mental and physical tension reaching the limit. When such a person was willing to throw himself as a pawn on the battlefield, it represented the fastest response, and there would never be a trace of slack or error.

Yi Danjun was another extreme. The man seemed to never be tired or die. The cold and crazy killing intent locked onto her, and she couldn't play any games that only humans had with him. He didn't care how heavily injured he was. As long as it didn't endanger his life, he only had the most violent attack.

So before killing one of them, she had no time to strike at that sword dragon.

Only a fight of bearing heavy pressure and exchanging injury for injury.

Third round... Fourth round... Fifth round... The only thing to be thankful for was that when the sword sea submerged her, the other two had no chance to intervene.

But this perhaps also represented another fact—did they think that when this array was truly completed, it didn't need human participation?

Ming Qitian did every exchange of injury calmly. The "Ice and Snow Body" of the first layer of "Gu She" actually provided her with the ability to heal herself, but such a look of white clothes stained with blood must still be something many people hadn't seen. And in this process... Yi Danjun finally became visibly weak.

Although the attack was still not discounted at all, it was clearly already burning his own life.

On the other side, Sima also had two more deep sword marks on his body. That was the help he had to do to prevent Yi Danjun from being beheaded by a sword. The dark gold theatrical mask was still indifferent, but Ming Qitian clearly felt that his mood was becoming more heavy and tense.

He also clearly realized the current situation.

But could he only wait?

Just at this time, Ming Qitian suddenly perceived the disappearance of a barrier.

She reacted immediately, that was 【Mountain Jiazi】.

Almost just an instant later, a rapid whistle sounded from outside the mountain belly. The next moment, this airflow rushed out of the stone tunnel. The Mirror Dragon immediately flicked its tail to block, but was broken through by the old man in a moment. Ji Changyun raised his hair and pressed his sword. When it was unsheathed, the 【Sword Sea Chapter】 had already poured toward that theatrical mask in sky-blue clothes.

Ming Qitian breathed a sigh of relief and immediately stared at the ancient mirror on the dragon's forehead. She looked directly at this heart-amber mirror for a relatively long time for the first time. Carrying 【Ming Mirror Ice Appraisal】, as long as she didn't want to, she would never be fascinated by it... But she suddenly frowned, feeling a trace of strange disgust in her heart.

And very coincidentally, at this same moment, Ming Qitian suddenly felt a strong demand for cloud energy from afar, and she immediately shifted her eyes and agreed to it.

It was just that it was unexpectedly far away, which made her frown slightly again.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 385 =====