Chapter 388: Breaking the Dragon

In the empty high sky of the mountain belly, a white dress fell, clothes fluttering, and ten thousand swords like a silver-bright school of fish pounced toward her. This scene was like happening in the sea.

The woman completed a vibration of her body in mid-air, seemingly temporarily suppressing the backlash in her heart. The chaotic cloud energy was reorganized, vast and drifting, but the next moment her person was surrounded by ten thousand swords again, and the heart mirror pressed down like a life-taking blow.

This huge heart-amber mirror actually failed to capture the woman's heart-spirit again immediately. Her person drifted like a sword immortal among ten thousand swords, and the sharp momentum smashed half of the sword array, but was immediately surrounded by the remaining swords without a leak—when these thousands of sword arts were truly constructed according to the harmony of heaven and earth, even the most exquisite sword art couldn't find a gap here.

Seeing Pei Ye stared at this scene firmly, his cold hands gripping the sword hilt without any feeling, but just a moment later, the woman produced a trance when facing the heart mirror, her long sword paused, and she was surrounded by ten thousand swords again.

Ming Qitian was now like a fairy zither with a fine crack, struggling to resist the capture of the heart mirror. Although she could still play the most miraculous notes most of the time, she would suddenly change the tune at a certain moment, and her heart-spirit would be trance-like.

And 【Ming Mirror Ice Appraisal】 was clashing with "Gu She" to the death, and this crack was getting bigger and bigger.

Therefore, these swords that took the opportunity to pounce were definitely not wanting to kill her. The sword dragon that the Huan Si Lou had spent twenty years to build with all its heart was actually just a prison. As long as the woman couldn't escape the 【Mirror Dragon Sword Sea】, she could only sink deeper and deeper in the backlash of "Gu She", gradually becoming powerless like a fish in a net, and finally being completely captured by the heart mirror.

By then, she would truly face ten thousand swords in the heart mirror. The "Sword Strategy" would be displayed to the end there, and the woman's heart-spirit would be left in the heart mirror together.

This was the "Circle Cutting Technique" when facing "Sword Strategy".

Ming Qitian was in a trance for a moment, and a sword mark was already added to her body. Under the comprehensive pressure, when a tiny crack appeared, what followed was an irreparable collapse.

The woman's pale lips were slightly pursed, her expression still firm and calm, but the unbearable pain still penetrated from between her brows. That was from the deepest part of the heart-spirit.

She struggled to break free from the capture of the Heart Mirror, in a trance once again wielding her sword to break the formation, striving to use the gap of clarity to break through here just as before. "Sword Strategy" only needed a single crack to find an opportunity, but this harmony of heaven and earth, born from the 【Mai Xing Zhong】, had become completely flawless after 【West Court Heart】 took control.

The trance in Ming Qitian's eyes became heavier and heavier. Several times, she couldn't tell whether the sword moves she had just broken were the souls in the heart-amber, or the sword dragon in front of her.

Only struggling in the quagmire like suffocation, she was also waiting for Ji Changyun's help, although she didn't hold much hope for its effect.

Ji Changyun was pouring sword intent toward 【Sima】 almost madly. The aftermath of every sword made Seeing Pei Ye have to use effort to escape. He realized in an instant what kind of battlefield this was—every sword placed on that night in Bowang would be enough to settle the victory.

However, 【Sima】 was just a phantom appearing and disappearing. The face under the theatrical mask finally turned into complete certainty. He pulled and dragged with his sword, and behind him, Yi Danjun's roaring long spear broke through Ji Changyun's hasty blocking again and again.

This crane-haired old man in green clothes and straw shoes also lost the clear and distant air between the mountains and fields at this moment, and his body was covered in shocking wounds.

"Senior Ji!! Save Miss Ming first!!!" Seeing Pei Ye shouted with all his strength. His voice was more hoarse and distorted in the empty mountain belly. He could see the collapse of the situation. Both of them were falling into a place of no return. Ji Changyun's only chance of victory was to try his best to pull Ming Qitian out of the prison.

But Ji Changyun seemed not to hear, or was indeed unable to take care of anything else. He just fought with his life. Anyone could see his life-and-death fight, but anyone could also see his powerlessness.

Just in such a scene, the woman in the sword cage showed a fatal powerlessness.

Regardless of the blood splashing in the high sky and the sword blades crossing, she couldn't get a trace of help in the cold dead zone. Longer trances, heavier sword wounds, as if being stripped of all air bit by bit.

Silver sea submerged that white dress bit by bit... In countless scenes, this must be the one Seeing Pei Ye least wanted to see.

Accustomed to accepting such protection, whether it was physical safety or spiritual agitation, the youth had never been prepared that this white dress would one day be broken and stained with blood.

After the rainy night when the girl fell, he had clearly thought about it with his sword, attributing everything to the punishment for his relaxed mentality. In the days that followed, the fresh and bright youth of the small city and the high-spirited leader of the state city seemed to have changed, sinking into the darkness, staring firmly at the enemy in the mist without a moment of slack.

He really had no more tolerance for himself, and he really had used all his efforts.

However, when he was powerless, this cruel scene was placed in front of him.

Seeing Pei Ye couldn't support the weakness of his heavy injuries anymore, using his sword to support himself from kneeling on the ground, but just at this time, a violent jump came from his mind.

Through 【Chun Shou】, it was the gentle call of the "Purple Bamboo Forest Dragon Immortal Secret Edict". All the sharp edges used for erosion seemed to disappear, turning into gentle brushing, wrapping this riddled heart-spirit.

The high and vast will behind it was still far outside the world, but the edict map had already brought him a slow and dark drumming.

Not language, not even heart voice, just from the vast edict map, the will arrived at his heart-spirit so clearly.

—【Exchange?】

Let go of 【Chun Shou】, enter the purple bamboo forest.

Yes, it was because he gave up the divine power of the edict map that he lost to Qu Zhu who controlled the 【West Court Heart】. However, he held onto the erosion of the evil map, while the enemy wantonly poured out the power bestowed by the Immortal Court, using it to harm everything he saw.

Now, the forbidden power has opened its door to you.

How can you watch that white dress be swallowed by these evil people like this... The blood on it is already shocking enough.

This of course... was already the only way he could change the situation.

The edict map was boiling clangingly. The ghostly purple bamboo seemed to spread toward the mountain belly. The youth's eyes were dyed with fierce gold again.

Seeing Pei Ye knelt on the mountain cliff, gripping the sword hilt firmly, veins bulging from his forehead to his neck. He gritted his teeth, and the shrill voice squeezed out from his throat violently: "—Get out!!!"

Violent panting, blood loss and overexertion had already made his head dizzy. The youth looked at the silver sea where the struggling waves were becoming shorter and more exhausted in a daze... And in this calmness where the edict map was pressed down, a struggle that had been ignored all along came from his back.

From the moment he entered this mountain belly, it had actually been responding to the call, like a wanderer eager to return home. It was just that the youth didn't have the heart to deal with this anomaly even if he wasn't taken away by the scene in front of him, and his body was also jumping hotly and violently.

Now he subconsciously reached behind his back—it was the sword of Ji Feng.

"..."

It swayed lightly, struggling to break free from the youth's palm, seemingly wanting to become a member of the sword array.

Seeing Pei Ye immediately understood why—it and those swords were both endowed with spirituality by the 【West Court Heart】, originally of the same origin and symbiosis, and had always been connected to the heart-amber.

It was just that it was a tool distributed to disciples to record sword arts, only 【Pulling Silk】, no 【Mai Xing Zhong】 engraving, and was not included in the 【Mirror Dragon Sword Sea】.

The conversation before parting with the old man under the tree when leaving the Law Enforcement Hall last night flowed into his mind in an instant.

In the almost complete silence, Seeing Pei Ye's fingers began to tremble slightly.

Absolute despair would not make people so uneasy and chaotic. Only when catching a trace of extremely fine vitality in a desperate situation would it be so, fearing that it was an illusion in a trance, or would be torn off again if he didn't pay attention.

He tried his best not to look at the white dress sinking deeper below, although he knew she was being covered by the deepest darkness, struggling to see a slit of light, only to be cut and injured more.

He just cast his trembling gaze entirely on the flat sword in his hand, testing this hope coldly again and again in his heart.

Until he was sure it was really not an illusion in a trance.

So solid and feasible.

—"But it is also 'alive', possessing the same spiritual nature as those sword streams, but there is no 'pattern' on it, so it is like an individual wandering outside the group."

Qu Zhu, how did you break the Star Burial Array...

Seeing Pei Ye of course remembered. Those deep nights when his heart entered 【Zhao You】, the youth used cold eyes to observe everything that happened... down to the smallest detail.

He remembered him erupting with accumulated emotions before his master's grave: "... It is such a flawless ring, worthy of being the place where the immortal buried the stars! If I want to break this array, I have to start from that bead, but if I want to touch that bead, I have to break this array first, damn it!!"

But he finally did it.

He made a clever "traitor", sixty-eight swords that were of the same origin and spirit as the star worm. The star worm accepted them without knowing... and then it broke out in the body like an epidemic.

Seeing Pei Ye knew the key to the success of that plan—the array pattern drawn by Qu Zhu on the sword was a perfect one after his modification, looking exactly the same as the original array, but with a different internal essence.

The black cat said that such a set of swords had to be nurtured by mountains and waters for ten years to be successful. Now Seeing Pei Ye already knew that it was derived from this 【Mirror Dragon Sword Sea】 under his feet.

So all thirteen thousand swords in this Mirror Dragon were engraved with that array pattern.

Seeing Pei Ye kept swallowing his dry and tight throat, pressing this sword firmly on the ground with his two knees.

In the small courtyard of Qu Zhu's lake mountain valley, he had seen what it looked like before it was modified—that was the original array pattern peeled from the star worm.

This is the simplest truth. If you and I are exactly the same, then I am exactly the same as you.

【Chun Shou】 gave him the clearest memory... Seeing Pei Ye tried his best to stabilize his trembling fingers, and ghostly blue fire lines flowed from his fingertips... This was work that was too fine and exquisite, but just last night, he had successfully completed the same work on an identical sword after repeated failures!

The gorgeous blue traveled all over the bright sword body. The complex, ancient, and beautiful pattern was depicted under the youth's hands. When the last stroke fell, the youth released the sword blade under his knees with almost suffocating anxiety and pleading.

A crisp hum.

【Chi Fire】 is the best spiritual fire in the world, and the pattern it commands takes effect immediately!

The sword under his knees darted toward the silver-bright sea surrounded by the Mirror Dragon. It was the same white brightness, the same half-foot hilt, three-foot sword body, an identical Kongdong standard sword.

The "Feng" character sword entered the Mirror Dragon without any obstruction. In the center of the array, Ming Qitian struggled to break free from the heart mirror again. This ghostly mirror had become larger and larger in the woman's field of vision, and she gradually couldn't find its edge.

Another all-out effort to break the array, but the flawless harmony of heaven and earth made her efforts futile again.

The woman had actually seen the panicked figure on the stone cliff. It was the moment she was reflected by the heart mirror, she had to interrupt the conversation with him. She wanted to send another "Run!" but Zhanxin Liuli was wandering outside the sword array, charging hard again and again, and she indeed had no more energy to spare.

It was just at this time that she captured a stream of light flying from the youth, which submerged into countless long swords. The Mirror Dragon didn't produce any reaction for a while.

Just in the next inspection of the "Sword Strategy", in the next rotation of the Mirror Dragon—

Like a tiny grain of sand stuck between perfect circles, it shattered in the most airtight bite!

The Mirror Dragon found the misfit among these thirteen thousand six hundred and one swords in an instant. The powerful and irresistible rotation crushed it abruptly, but in this process... a gap had been exposed that could not be stopped.

Like a thin but real ray of light piercing into the deep sea, making the sinking person see the location of the sea surface in an instant.

Seeing Pei Ye supported himself with his sword and stood up, looking at the direction of the "Feng" character sword. His whole person had almost forgotten to breathe.

It submerged into countless silver brightness, and the youth's blood-stained eyes could no longer see the distant details... Just after a period of heart-lung-tearing silence, a cloud-white sword energy like a long rainbow broke out of the array abruptly!

She was indeed extremely weak. "Gu She" was still cruelly hurting her body, but the moment this gap shone into the woman's clear eyes, the thirteen thousand swords of the entire Mirror Dragon were destroyed by her like breaking bamboo again.

Ten thousand swords fell like mirror rain. Ming Qitian raised her hand and held Zhanxin Liuli, which was sent to her hand. Her left hand still held the old sword to sketch in the air. On the other side, Yi Danjun's long spear had already brought a sea of fire that covered the sky.

Ming Qitian made a 【Cutting Heart】, Yi Danjun's body stiffened abruptly, but the woman's own heart-spirit, which was in danger, collapsed first. 【Sima】 gave up Ji Changyun beside him, and regardless of everything, he fought with his sword and darted up. The "Fu Yao Ce" exploded almost damaging his body.

Ming Qitian forcefully received this sword, and the cloud energy condensed around her collapsed abruptly. Her wounded body was defeated again before "Gu She". But she turned her eyes calmly, put away Zhanxin Liuli, and held the youth's arm.

Ji Changyun arrived at this time.

The 【Sword Sea】 chapter that poured out everything. The old man was an absolutely full-force strike at this moment. The 【Sima】 who was back to the sword edge would be a heavy injury that could not be exempted.

This was originally the trade-off he made—behind him, the Mirror Dragon had re-condensed. At this moment, nothing was more important than sealing the woman back into the prison again.

But Seeing Pei Ye, who was held by the woman, looked back subconsciously, and shrank his pupils in sudden loss of color—this was a scene no one could think of, including Sima and Yi Danjun—this old man who had just seemed to be about to die under 【Sima】's sword, this roaring 【Sword Sea Chapter】, was coming toward the woman's back!!

Seeing Pei Ye reached out his arm to cover in horror, but it was too late, and it wouldn't have any effect.

Ming Qitian had used up all her sword power in resisting 【Sima】, and she simply wasn't prepared to face such a powerful sword again.

The crane-haired old man stained with blood was incomparably strange at this moment, his face cold and ruthless. This sword was enough to turn the situation around again.

But just at this moment, a ghostly and unpredictable fluctuation floated from his sword. Ji Changyun lowered his eyes subconsciously, and then shrank his pupils abruptly.

【—Painting】.

The half-finished mystic technique left on the sword completed the sketch at this moment. The space solidified abruptly, like a light-transmitting mirror.

It was shattered by the vast sword energy of the 【Sword Sea Chapter】 in the next moment, but as long as there was this moment of delay, the sword in Ming Qitian's right hand had already completed the sketch.

The whole world seemed to freeze at this moment. The only things drifting were the clothes of the woman and the youth. She took a step, and all the scenery changed abruptly. Seeing Pei Ye suddenly felt the fine cool rain hitting his face, and the lush dense forest was covered in a hazy rain sound... The world fell back to reality, already in the vast deep mountains.

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