Chapter 345

The sea breeze howled, waves rolled and crashed against the cliff, emitting a booming sound like rolling thunder, possessing a unique power that shook the heart.

Under the slanting morning sun, a figure appeared on the cliff, which was covered in reefs, though no one knew when.

This person was dressed in ancient Central Plains attire, a black robe fluttering, perfectly setting off that tall and slender frame.

His face seemed carved from white jade, the skin texture without the slightest flaw. A head of black hair drifted with the wind like a waterfall; his beauty was peerless, possessing a handsomeness that human language could not describe, and his temperament was transcendent, like a celestial being who could ride the wind and depart at any moment.

It was just a pity that Daozhong Buer was blind and could not behold the peerless elegance of the person before him.

But Daozhong Buer was the undisputed number one expert in Dongying; having cultivated to his level, even though he was blind, his senses were sharper than an ordinary person's.

What's more, Daozhong Buer had also practiced his self-created ultimate technique, "Heart-Use Slash"; when he held his breath and looked inward, with heart and spirit as one, every flower and leaf within a radius of five hundred meters would be reflected in his mind, with nothing missed.

Yet at this moment, Daozhong Buer could not sense the other party's existence in the slightest.

If not for having been through a hundred battles and having a spirit in harmony with the mysterious void, plus the fact that the other party had spoken earlier, he would have suspected it was his own illusion.

Clearly.

This was definitely an expert.

Even a top-tier expert comparable to Huoyun Xieshen.

Daozhong Buer's face revealed excitement, his fighting spirit surging.

He was a very pure swordsman; apart from the blade, there was nothing else.

Except for a few rare existences, opponents were hard to find. For this expert who had descended from the sky, he was naturally as excited as could be.

He pressed his hand against his "blade," his entire body filled with surging power, circulating throughout his limbs and bones.

At this moment, Daozhong Buer was like a volcano that had been accumulating for ten thousand years, ready to erupt with rolling magma at any time, destroying everything in the vicinity.

At the same time, his rolling energy gushed forth, completely shrouding the area where the mysterious person stood.

Although this area was "empty," Daozhong Buer believed that no matter how brilliant this person was, as long as he made a move, he would inevitably break the state of "emptiness" and would certainly reveal a flaw.

"Ruthless and heartless, ambitious to be defeated, Heart-Use Slash, Daozhong Buer."

The man in black looked relaxed, completely ignoring Daozhong Buer's vigilant expression. He swept his gaze over the giant rock and revealed a hint of understanding, saying: "This killing intent, these sixteen characters, this appearance... could it be that you are Daozhong Buer?"

Immediately, the man in black shook his head in distress: "But I only know a few phrases of Japanese; this is troublesome."

The young man in black ancient clothing before him was naturally Yu Liancheng.

After his decisive battle with Xiang Yutian and further advancing his cultivation, he had opened the Stone Gate and entered this world.

This time was very similar to entering the "Twin Dragons" world; as soon as he stepped through the Stone Gate, it was an endless sea, unable to distinguish the specific direction. Moreover, this time even the world he was in was not displayed, leaving him momentarily confused.

Following that, Yu Liancheng felt an astonishing blade Qi piercing the clouds, and vaguely heard the booming sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. Listening to the sound to identify the position, he rushed to the place where the sound originated, and then this scene occurred.

Looking at the old man's attire and the "sixteen characters" on the rock, Yu Liancheng vaguely guessed the old man's identity, and for a moment, he became interested.

"Daozhong Buer? Bu'er and unparalleled, I suppose this is a name you chose for yourself, but based on your astonishing blade Qi alone, old man, it is barely worthy." Yu Liancheng looked at the silver-haired old man; although he did not know Japanese, he assumed the other party knew Chinese and could understand his words.

"Good! Good! Good!" Daozhong Buer looked at Yu Liancheng with his empty "eye sockets," his face seemingly distorted by excitement, his fighting spirit piercing the firmament, and he praised: "Central Plains Divine Prefecture, indeed talent abounds, to have such a young expert. I am to duel a nemesis soon; it is perfect to use you to test my blade. You are a junior, I will let you make the first move."

He indeed knew Chinese, just not fluently, with a strange accent. If someone else were to say it, it might even be laughable.

But Daozhong Buer's tone carried intense killing intent, cold as a blade's edge, like the coldness of death felt when a sharp blade cuts the throat...

Yu Liancheng shrugged and said: "Old man, I am just here to ask for directions; there is no need to resort to blades."

"No need for nonsense, your blood is qualified to stain my 'blade'; today you are fortunate to die under me and my 'blade', it is your glory as a martial artist."

Daozhong Buer licked the edge of his "blade" with his tongue, as if he could taste the bloody sweetness of the lives that had died under this 'blade' before.

But even so, Daozhong Buer still kept himself in a peak state, True Qi full, wandering through his eight extraordinary meridians, ready to unleash a thunderous strike at any time.

"Alright, I have seen many experts who use blades before, Little Li Flying Dagger, Tyrant Blade, Heavenly Blade, so I have some understanding of blade techniques. Since you are so hospitable, old man, I can accompany you for a bit."

Yu Liancheng did not blindly refuse; he wanted to use this person to measure his own combat power in this world. He beckoned to the opposite side and smiled: "However, if I make a move, you won't have the chance to strike, so I will let you go first!"

When these words were finished, Daozhong Buer suddenly discovered that the aura of Yu Liancheng had changed.

His aura had originally been ethereal and void; even standing in front of him, what he felt was like a void, endlessly deep.

But at this very moment, that ethereal aura disappeared, replaced by a vast, majestic, and ancient aura that surged out, covering the sky and earth, carrying a supreme sense of majesty.

In Daozhong Buer's perception, it was as if a God-King holding a Divine Sword and wearing a crown stood between heaven and earth.

And this aura was still climbing, endless in the void, soaring straight up to the firmament.

"Hiss..."

Under the rolling sweep of this massive aura, Daozhong Buer was terrified and could not help but gasp. His right hand gripped the blade tightly, veins bulging.

He had been through a hundred battles and naturally knew that he could not let the opponent's aura continue to climb, otherwise his chance of winning would be minimal. Although he wanted to challenge experts, he absolutely did not want to fail.

He could not wait any longer.

He had to strike first.

Daozhong Buer suddenly let out a roar, holding the blade with both hands, his killing intent solidified into substance, and with a thunderous shout, a bright light bloomed as he slashed fiercely toward Yu Liancheng.

The blade light pierced the void, carrying an unstoppable momentum.

He had once cut a flowing great river in half with one strike, and had also cut through several tanks with one strike.

Wherever the blade pointed, it was invincible.

No matter who or what stood in front of this blade, the only outcome was to be cut in two.

He was full of confidence in his blade.

Even now, it had not wavered in the slightest.

In an instant, the blade light was less than half a meter from Yu Liancheng, and the bright blade reflected that perfect, god-like face.

However, Yu Liancheng's expression remained indifferent.

Only at the very last moment did he, unhurriedly, flick his finger, sending out a strand of finger wind.

Clang!

The blade light shattered, the blade groaned, and the blade body trembled incessantly.

With Yu Liancheng's finger strength, a casual flick had the power to pierce metal and stone.

Furthermore, although his strike appeared light and breezy, it actually utilized the profound mysteries of finger techniques like the Breaking Void Divine Finger and the Formless Calamity Finger, and its momentum was unimaginable.

Even a Grandmaster expert would lose their combat capability if struck by this finger, with their weapon in hand either shattered or knocked flying.

This Daozhong Buer is truly worthy of being a top-tier expert, a person of the saintly class in Martial Dao.

I saw his wrist turn, his body flip and spin in mid-air, and his toes lightly touch the ground, pouring all his force into the earth, causing the hard reef to crack into a long, shattered trail, with loose stones splashing about.

And Daozhong Buer's figure spun, and he slashed out with another blade.

As this blade slashed down, a thick and tragic aura permeated the entire scene.

Daozhong Buer himself seemed stained with a bloody scent, as if he had just slaughtered his way out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

The blade momentum carried a tragic intent of slaughter, the blade light resembling a long blood-colored dragon, pressing forward without retreat, as if wanting to swallow Yu Liancheng whole.

This was a new move created by Daozhong Buer in the last twelve years, originally prepared for Huoyun Xieshen, condensed from endless killing intent, and named: Kill Without Pardon.

This set of blade techniques consists of forty-nine moves in total, each move dissolving killing intent into the blade momentum, tragic and cruel. Against weaker experts, before the blade even arrives, the killing intent alone can destroy a person's spirit.

It is just a pity that the one he is dealing with is Yu Liancheng.

"Well come." Yu Liancheng's eyes brightened, he sank his waist slightly, his five fingers rotated into a fist, the fist containing surging heat, as if a sun were exploding in his palm, heading straight to meet the blade light.

Boom!

The fist and the blade light collided, and the long dragon of blade light shattered inch by inch.

But Daozhong Buer was not discouraged in the slightest, taking the opportunity to slash out several more blades; the blade techniques were linked in succession, fierce and vicious, exquisitely peerless, and every change in the moves contained infinite killing intent, continuous and unending.

This blade technique was like a surging, infinite tide; even if one could dodge one or two waves, they would be submerged by the countless waves that followed, left with no place to be buried.

For Daozhong Buer, the blade is for killing people.

Once the blade is drawn, if the opponent does not die, then he himself must die!

Yu Liancheng's whole body's Qi and Blood surged, heat as vast as a volcano permeated out, and the blood flowing within his frame made a sound like a rushing torrent.

One of his hands was behind his back, while the other hand turned into a fist and struck out again.

The fist force was surging, like crashing waves, like a raging tide, like a Divine Mountain collapsing, like a torrent gushing forth. No matter how terrifying the blade light swept, he still broke it with a single punch.

Daozhong Buer let out another long roar, infinite killing intent gushing out continuously, merging into that blood-colored blade light; the earth and the firmament, the sea and the reefs all seemed stained with blood because of his blade, filled with a killing intent that made one's whole body cold.

"Kill Without Pardon" is indeed a terrifying blade technique.

A blade technique that is nearly peerless under heaven.

Let alone ordinary people, even experts with decades of cultivation would likely turn pale and be as terrified as if facing the end of the world upon seeing Daozhong Buer's "Kill Without Pardon."

But no matter how such a blade technique was displayed, it was still defeated by Yu Liancheng's punches. The fist was like the high heavens, the fist was like a divine peak, seemingly possessing the power to suppress everything under heaven.

Daozhong Buer roared again, his fighting spirit piercing the firmament, the cold and icy killing intent seemingly able to freeze one's bone marrow. The blade momentum became increasingly terrifying, and the killing intent grew more intense, surging toward his opponent like a raging tide.

The long blade swung, as if wanting to drain the air dry. The blade light was like the pouring of the Heavenly River, and the blade Qi shrouded a radius of several dozen zhang. In an instant, the cliff was covered in blade marks. The sight of the hideous blade marks was truly heart-stopping.

Yu Liancheng's feet sank, he settled his waist and sat in a horse stance, and struck out with a simple punch.

The blade light was shattered into pieces!

Swish!

Daozhong Buer was forced back two steps by the fist momentum, but immediately swung his blade again, blood light filling the sky, man and blade becoming one, the man and blade transforming into a streak of blood-colored rainbow, slashing down with an unstoppable momentum.

This was the most powerful blade he had unleashed thus far; there is absolutely no one under heaven who could underestimate it.

Yu Liancheng looked up and let out a long roar, his aura as magnificent as the high heavens, and struck out with another punch. Simple and clear, yet containing vast and boundless giant force, it went straight to meet the blood-rainbow blade light.

Rumble!

The two fought extremely fast, and the cliff seemed to be bombarded by dozens or hundreds of bombs, the ground rumbling and shattering, occasionally carved with huge blade marks. Even more, countless broken stones rumbled and rolled down the cliff, falling into the sea.

Daozhong Buer's face grew increasingly cold, his expression extremely grave.

Up to this point, he had already slashed forty-five blades.

Each blade was the essence of his lifelong blade technique, and each blade was a move of certain death.

Even if besieged by a modern army of a thousand men, he would have the confidence to use "Kill Without Pardon" and his superior light-body technique to slaughter the army to the last man.

However, no matter how overbearing or exquisite his blade technique was, Yu Liancheng simply swung his fist and neutralized all his moves. It even caused his Qi and Blood to churn, nearly making him vomit blood.

In his life, Daozhong Buer did not know how many strong men he had encountered, and he had met countless fist technique experts, but never had anyone's attack been as violent and fierce as this.

With just a single fist, he had blocked all his attacks.

Daozhong Buer could even feel that the opponent had barely used any True Qi, relying only on the pure power of his physical Qi and Blood; every punch was filled with explosive power, overbearing and cruel.

The so-called fist technique experts he had seen before were as childish and weak as infants in front of this person's fists.

And this fist technique, while appearing simple, seemed to contain the ultimate principles of heaven and earth. Daozhong Buer's "Kill Without Pardon" did not lack exquisite moves, but they were all easily broken.

Soon, the forty-nine forms of "Kill Without Pardon" had all been displayed, and by the fiftieth move, Daozhong Buer was already repeating the first blade of "Kill Without Pardon."

After a few more moves, Yu Liancheng frowned, forced Daozhong Buer back with a punch, and sighed, "So this set of blade techniques consists of forty-nine forms in total."

Daozhong Buer was silent, his expression becoming increasingly serious, as an ominous warning suddenly struck his heart.

"I have finished watching your blade technique; your killing intent is continuous and unending, which actually reminds me of a sword technique."

Yu Liancheng rolled his sleeve, and a long sword suddenly appeared in his palm, smiling, "You have struck sixty-three blades, and I will return one sword to you; this can be considered respecting the old and loving the young."