Chapter 385: Pei

"We now have a way to obtain the 'circle', can we go find the 'circle'?"

"No, it cannot be found, it can only be waited for."

"Wait? Wait until when?"

"I don't know, but it will definitely come."

"Why?"

"Because Kongdong is a famous sword gate in the world, and this dynasty has already been listed in the 'Great Tang Thirty-Three Sword Holders Dao Qi Society'."

"Why talk about the Dao Qi Society?"

Mountain cliff.

The morning dew on the autumn grass had passed, and everything was bright and clear.

"To kill me, how much more price can you pay?" Qu Zhu opened his mouth hoarsely. He stood quietly in the morning sun, looking at the cross-legged youth. Their bodies were equally broken, their cloth clothes stained with blood, and their saber and sword hilts were equally greasy with blood.

Pei Ye didn't say a word, just pulled his sword and stood up slowly.

"You always remind me of my former self." The old man looked at him, lowering his head to rub the saber blade lightly. "That girl surnamed Li in Bowang City was also... Right, have you not received her reply for a while?"

Pei Ye raised his eyes abruptly to stare at the person in front of him, his body stiffly gripping the sword hilt.

Qu Zhu struck with his saber abruptly at this moment.

A white light darted past the distance of several feet in the blink of an eye. When the youth's shock and anger had just climbed to the peak, it had already arrived at his throat.

But the next moment, vast cloud energy spread its wings beside Pei Ye. Zhanxin Liuli struck the snow-white saber blade with one sword. Qu Zhu's saber momentum only paused for a moment, then collapsed completely, and was knocked back several feet by Zhanxin Liuli pressing against his chest.

Pei Ye had opened 【Chun Shou】 while bearing the headache, even before seeing Qu Zhu arrive. Even if the Mind-Spirit Realm was tired of dealing with the continued erosion, he would never relax for a moment here. When sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, he was guarding against all possible sneak attacks.

And at this moment, Qu Zhu's defeat was much easier than imagined. This enemy, whether in Pei Ye's own heart, in other people's words, or seen from the side, had an image as deep as an abyss. Pei Ye saw his true weakness unexpectedly at this moment.

Yes, attacking the heart first, or perhaps it also showed that he had indeed reached his limit.

Zhanxin Liuli was forcefully pouring out the momentum it should have. At a distance of forty miles, its power was still steadily winning over everything in the Tuanshen realm, and Qu Zhu's strength was indeed no longer as heart-stopping as they had imagined.

Then why did he still choose to come?

Zhanxin Liuli was wantonly pouring attacks on the broken black robe in the vertical and horizontal cloud energy. Only, this was no longer the cramped room. Qu Zhu had more space to avoid, and the injuries didn't occur so quickly.

However, the suppression was still absolute. Even after the saber light of the first round, he couldn't get close to Pei Ye again.

Then who would take the bead for him?

Just at this time, Pei Ye felt the massive and cold chill behind him.

Countless cold sounds rang in the morning wind, like the fine hissing of snakes and dragons. Pei Ye pressed his sword and turned his head abruptly. A sword dragon swam up from behind the mountain, white, bright, thin, and sharp, as if dyeing all the morning light on the mountain top ice-cold.

The old man didn't need the 【Sword Calling Chapter】 to summon the sword dragon.

In the mountain belly, Ming Qitian perceived the "uncompleted true circle" of the Mirror Dragon. It turned out to be here.

This sword dragon pounced on Pei Ye abruptly. In the distance, Zhanxin Liuli paused for a moment and suddenly fell into a dilemma. After breaking it last time, that sword dragon left. Now if it entangled it with all its might, who should Zhanxin Liuli go to deal with?

Now the youth was too fragile. As long as he missed a move or two, a bloodstain that could not be recovered might bloom on his body.

Pei Ye of course understood this situation in an instant.

So he pursed his lips and drew his sword, as if the wounds on his body didn't exist, and said hoarsely in front of these two or three hundred sharp blades: "Don't worry about me."

Qu Zhu had just gathered his energy and pressed his saber forward. Beside him, Zhanxin Liuli suddenly pulled out a cloud energy that was extremely hard, and slashed up again.

On the other side, the sword dragon poured down on the youth like a silver waterfall. The black cat had long since turned into a handsome Chi form, holding a sword and breathing fire, meeting it before the youth.

The first white brightness was half a sword position faster, crashing straight over.

It didn't carry any sword art, and because it was far from the array center, the force was far less than its kind in Sword Belly Mountain, but this was still a power that made the youth's arm shake even when he was full of true energy. 【Shi Ye】 jumped like a string of pearls, bringing this sword behind him, and the arc flicked up by 【Shan Yu】 had already blocked the second sword light.

【Qing Ming】 was released abruptly, forcefully clashing with this sword. This white brightness paused again, but Pei Ye borrowed the force again, twisted his wrist to bundle it into a strand, and 【Duan Ye Huilan】 came out of thin air. The youth gave a low shout, and the bright moon arc that could break gold and jade slashed down the four sharp blades that came at the same time.

A round of "move energy" was exhausted.

On the Bowang arena, he and Shang Huaitong fought hard for this space to strike, because later on, whoever "changed breath" first would have no way to continue receiving moves. He won that competition with nimble sword art, but now the one who felt the suffocation of sword art became him.

Continuous sword light, not to mention that every one was so strong that he couldn't borrow force, every block bit a large mouthful from his "move energy"... No matter how nimble Pei Ye's sword movement was, it was impossible to receive more than two hundred swords in one breath.

So taking advantage of the remaining margin, the black Chi barely blocked a blow for him, and Pei Ye raised his sword to strike again.

But a white sword mark was immediately cut on the black Chi's body.

The black Chi's power now was not as good as his, and it couldn't block such a sword at all. To play any role in the fight of saber and sword, it could only use its body to resist.

Pei Ye never felt that "two hundred" was such a distant number. After changing breath several times, he only broke about thirty or forty swords, and the black Chi had already been darted past by a white brightness, its scales scattered and fresh blood flying.

The black Chi's green eyes had no waves, and it still wanted to move forward to open up space. Pei Ye grabbed it, gritted his teeth and fought with his sword, exchanging the bloodstain broken on his thigh for the next breath.

And on the other side, the sword moves of Zhanxin Liuli, which couldn't get full concentration support, also suddenly loosened. It defended more than attacked, and the pressure on Qu Zhu's body visibly decreased. Some mysterious lines had begun to be outlined in the air. While Zhanxin Liuli wandered, it already showed some stagnation.

"Don't be impulsive." The black Chi stepped forward calmly. "I can block seven or eight more swords—wait until he completely locks Zhanxin Liuli, and everything will be over."

Pei Ye pursed his lips and didn't speak, just staring at the front. The dense and powerful sword light really made it almost impossible for him to open his mouth.

On the other side, Qu Zhu was indeed calmly implementing his plan to lock Zhanxin Liuli. That was a pattern he hadn't seen in the first two times. Perhaps it could only take effect at this distance.

It didn't have to be perfect, nor did it have to be long, even just half a breath was enough for him to easily take the youth's head.

And before that... whether the youth could survive from this sword dragon was the first question.

The black Chi was right... This person had indeed thought of everything that would happen later from the moment his whereabouts were exposed.

The sword light poured down like a rainstorm. In just two short breaths, Pei Ye didn't know how many swords he had swung. The power of every sword made his arms shake, and he gritted his teeth to hold on.

And behind him, those swords that were broken by the strong sword were chaotically swimming in the air. Even though they were far away from the Five Peaks Lotus Heart, they were slowly reorganizing into a sword dragon.

"I'll block it for you, you go take care of Zhanxin Liuli!" The black Chi said with extremely fast speech.

"You retreat" Pei Ye squeezed out a few words from between his teeth.

"What?"

"I'll do it myself."

"..."

The youth's hoarse voice carried the firmness of gritting his teeth. The black Chi wouldn't continue to argue at such a time—just as the youth would put its suggestions in the first place, it had also begun to believe in the youth's persistence. "Okay." The black Chi replied, and the Chi shadow flowed out of the sword array, darting toward the air where Zhanxin Liuli was.

The pressure like overturning covered the youth in an instant.

Two bloodstains appeared on his body abruptly. Without the black Chi's containment, the feeling of truly being in the sword sea descended completely on him.

This was not a mechanical round. He could break ten or so swords and then suffer a sword injury. After truly bearing this airtight pressure, the subtle and hidden flaws in the youth's sword art were infinitely magnified. So, every "move energy" Pei Ye supported lasted shorter and shorter, but the time used to change breath became longer and longer.

But the youth just gritted his teeth and stared. Every sword that darted past the flaws in his sword art, he remembered firmly.

The remaining one hundred and sixty-five swords all poured onto him alone.

After swallowing the spiritual medicine, the wounds on his body had originally begun to heal, but now they were washed out bloody again... Sword marks, cruel and deep, were carved on his body, and the youth was almost a bloody person.

But he insisted on it after all.

And he counted the number of this sword dragon—a total of two hundred and thirty-seven swords.

The youth stood on the ground panting, looking up with some difficulty, in the sky... that array technique was almost formed.

The Black Flood Dragon destroyed the formation with flood dragon fire, but was hit by a mighty wave of mystic Qi when Qu Zhu risked taking a sword strike from Zhanxin Liuli, falling with scales scattered and blood flying.

It immediately flew up again, but the process of breaking the array was interrupted, and the Chi fire was almost exhausted.

And Pei Ye had no time to help them. On his side, the demon swords broken before had now reorganized into a complete sword stream—only in this form were their attacks completely flawless. And he had spent too long just now.

Actually, even with heavy injuries, the youth had always maintained extremely exquisite sword art. If it were an enemy standing in front, he didn't know how many throats he would have cut.

But they were just snow-cold sword blades. This kind of thing was an absolute nightmare for any Jianghu practitioner. Now losing Zhanxin Liuli's cover, the youth had to face it alone.

The sword dragon just lowered its head and pounced again with a whistle. It would never be tired or injured, but Pei Ye's state was already on the verge of danger.

Only he knew... now everything was tied to himself.

Under the torn sleeves, his blood-flowing arms were exposed. Pei Ye gritted his teeth and twisted his sword. Amidst the bulging muscle bundles, 【Shan Yu】 met it again.

The silver-bright sharpness submerged him again.

In an instant, blood flew again. Pei Ye supported himself with difficulty in this waterfall-like flushing, trying his best to block every sword blade he could block, a pair of dead-locked pupils staring firmly at the front.

He knew he was about to reach his limit, but

A sword light cut across his left arm. Pei Ye immediately remembered the flaws of this sword strike firmly again.

In the repeated receiving of swords at the limit, he cast his sword art into a mirror, seeing where it couldn't reflect the figure of the sword blade flying from the opposite side, and also seeing the limit of his own moves bit by bit.

After calling the black Chi out, he had been struggling to climb toward this realm.

He didn't know if he could do it, he only knew he must do it.

Until the seventy-second sword light darted past.

When it brought up a blood light from his side, Pei Ye's eyes were full of sword shadows in front of him, and his body was in the middle of having to change breath again.

So suddenly, something was cleared.

His sword strikes had been getting shorter and shorter, and his breath changes getting longer and longer... So at this moment, "changing breath" suddenly had no end.

Stepping up, the "move energy" lost its meaning on the youth's sword. Even in Chun Shou, the sword light in the sky suddenly became slow and clear.

When Ming Qitian said he stepped into the "Clumsy" realm, he didn't feel anything, but when he stepped into the "Spirit" realm, that feeling of being reborn was so clear.

Moves were just sword movements one after another. Why should there be such an obvious cut between them?

The remaining one hundred and sixty-five swords, the cold light in the sky pressed toward his throat.

Pei Ye looked at them, opened his hands and gripped the sword hilt again—this was the time he had fought for and used to change breath just now.

And then the sword rain fell. Pei Ye's whole person splashed with flying waves and broken jade, sword shadows were cold, thin blades were ghostly, but the endless "ding-ding" sound seemed to connect into a string of crisp jumping pearls. The sword dragon, nearly ten feet long, was broken into pieces under the youth's sword.

When the last "ding" disappeared into the long echo, a morning light mirror had already fallen behind the youth.

But Pei Ye's mood at this time had nothing to do with the calmness and beauty of this scene. The moment he gritted his teeth and slashed the last sword into the ground, he gritted his teeth, twisted his body, and rose, his eyes staring firmly at the black robe in the air.

Zhanxin Liuli had been stuck in that array technique. Pei Ye didn't even mobilize it with his mind. He leaped up from behind, reached out and gripped it firmly. The broken body actually pressed toward the black robe before Zhanxin Liuli, and golden dots had already risen in his killing-intent-filled eyes.

Qu Zhu's theatrical mask turned, and he seized this opportunity to strike with saber light silently. But the next moment, Zhanxin Liuli whistled with vast cloud energy, defeating him with one sword in the youth's hand.

The array lines held in his hand collapsed abruptly. Qu Zhu leaned back and retreated urgently, but the youth held his sword in mid-air, almost not giving an inch.

Stepping into the Spirit realm, the powerful mystic energy in the Zhanxin Liuli sword instantly exerted its more unsolvable power. Pei Ye almost gritted his teeth and pressed against the person in front, breaking his saber light sword by sword. All disadvantages were covered up by the power of the cloud energy and the old man's weakness.

Amidst the saber light and sword shadows, Qu Zhu was finally forced to land staggeringly, and was gritted his teeth and roared by the youth, pierced through the body with one sword, and nailed firmly into the huge rock.

The cloud energy had actually flowed through his body in an instant, doing the greatest degree of destruction and control, but the youth's eyes were red-gold, his veins bulging, and he still roared and pressed his most insignificant power into this sword.

Under the pale gold morning sun, the morning wind blew over the soft grass. The youth pressed against the broken black robe and nailed him under the huge rock. The two bodies were stuck together, and the blood was also mixed together, dripping stickily onto the green grass along the corners of his clothes.

Pei Ye panted heavily, his pupils almost completely turned into gold.

"... Good talent..." This broken, blood-soaked theatrical mask slowly raised itself close at hand, and the old man squeezed out a hoarse voice from his throat. "... Good fighting spirit."

"But you can't live like this either." He stared at the youth's eyes.

Pei Ye looked at him closely for the first time, and only then did he suddenly recognize that the expression in those eyes had never been cold and indifferent, just the calmness of being undisturbed by changes.

Suddenly, a panic from the deepest part of his heart surged infinitely. The edict map in his mind began to riot violently. Pei Ye was cold all over, and his pupil color deepened to red-gold in an instant.

"You won." Qu Zhu said softly. "Pity, the reward is not distributed now."

A fatal tremor rose from the depths of his mind. Pei Ye was not unfamiliar with this feeling at all.

Two eyes met, and the world stopped instantly.

A pair of angry, out-of-control youth's demon eyes; a pair of calm, indifferent old man's bright pupils.

Everything else faded away rapidly. From behind the old man, bright jade light spread out. That was the boundless immortal palace and towers, white clouds flowing, the starry sky vast and empty...

"You know the last Soul-Taking Bead is so important, why have I always had to face you alone, youth who is always creating miracles." Qu Zhu looked at him weakly and hoarsely. "Because between the two of us, I will never be the one who loses no matter what."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 386 =====