Chapter 216

Then, Yanqing pointed his finger, and all the ice swords were like bullets obeying a summons, carrying irresistible power and bone-chilling cold, pouring down on the Mara-Struck Shape-Shifter like a torrential rain.

The whole world seemed to stand still at this moment, with only those whistling ice swords, like a galaxy woven together, brilliant and fatal.

Amidst the "Boom, boom, boom!" loud noises, the sword rain surged, and the ground around the Mara-Struck Shape-Shifter was hit by the ice swords, piercing into it like ice crystal flowers growing on a cold grassland.

Every sword that fell carried enough power to split rocks and break gold, and even the air seemed to be torn apart in this violent sword aura.

The whole scene was shocking to the extreme, and Yanqing's originally calm face became excited with the dancing of every ice sword.

He knew this was the display of all his power, and it might also be his final wildness.

At this moment, Yanqing was like a monarch controlling a cold world, supreme and alone.

"This is not bad."

Watching Yanqing perform such a move, Lin Mo's eyes lit up suddenly.

This ability, once he had enough Influence points, he would also copy it immediately.

Not to mention that this ability was handsome, its power was also great.

"Roar!"

At this very moment, the Mara-Struck Shape-Shifter, facing this blow, simply couldn't resist.

When he wanted to resist, he was frozen in place by a powerful force, unable to move, and could only endure this terrifying attack.

The sword shadows filled the sky, causing the Mara-Struck Shape-Shifter to roar and growl, and wounds even appeared on his body.

But they were just wounds.

"How could this be?!"

Seeing that the Mara-Struck Shape-Shifter hadn't fallen at all, Yanqing's expression changed drastically.

How could this be?

Could he not even kill this Mara-Struck Shape-Shifter with this move?

"My turn."

Before the astonishment on Yanqing's face had faded, like the dawn before daybreak, quiet and tense, Jingliu, who witnessed all this, spoke calmly.

When Jingliu spoke calmly, a sword appeared in her hand at some point.

In the silence of this moment, Jingliu slowly raised her head, her eyes like candles, piercing through the smoke and chaos of the battlefield, looking at the Mara-Struck Shape-Shifter that hadn't fallen.

"It should be like this: the sword is drawn without return, a single strike to kill."

"Jing Yuan taught you how to kill monsters, but did he teach you how to deal with Luofu people who have fallen into Mara-Struck madness?"

"The answer is, there is no difference; pierce the dantian with one sword, and cut off their life."

"Shhh."

A soft sound, a signal that the axis of time seemed to be subtly pulled.

Jingliu's sword was not dazzling, but it had a sharpness that could not be looked at directly, as if it carried the supreme moment, tense to the extreme.

The tip of the sword trembled slightly, and an extremely cold sword aura began to spread from the sword body, turning into rays of light as thin as spider silk, scattering in all directions.

Before the sword aura arrived, the sharpness came first; the atmosphere between heaven and earth stagnated, and even the surrounding ashes seemed to be stilled, as if time had solidified.

"Zheng!"

Unlike all the soft sounds in the world, this sword hum was like a declaration of the beginning of heaven and earth, announcing the beginning and end of everything.

Jingliu's sword dance was not complicated, without flowers or decorations, simple to the extreme, but it seemed like the Great Dao was simple, displaying the purest intent of killing.

The sword appeared and disappeared, seemingly merging with space, and the offensive carried an invisible rhythm, as if every tremor of the sword tip was synchronized with the pulse of the universe.

The sword edge swept by, bringing up a brilliant light, not dazzling, but transparent, as if one could see the myriad sword intents contained within, and the surging sword sea hidden beneath the calm.

In front of this supreme sword aura, the powerful Mara-Struck Shape-Shifter could only resist.

But facing Jingliu's peerless sword arts, all defenses appeared so fragile.

Before the sword light arrived, the Shape-Shifter's body had already begun to show fine cracks, as if tightly twisted and squeezed by an invisible force.

"Rip!"

Finally, with an extremely thin sound of breaking through the air, Jingliu's sword pierced through everything.

In that instant, the air seemed to condense, and time and space resonated under that sword.

A flash of disbelief crossed the eyes of the Mara-Struck Shape-Shifter; the sword light pierced through his body, as if all ties with this world were severed in this instant.

In an instant, all his evil and power turned into ethereal dust and passed away with the wind.

This terrifying blow from Jingliu didn't just kill an existence, it was more like freezing an eternal moment.

Yanqing watched, shocked beyond measure.

Although the Mara-Struck Shape-Shifter had been killed and everything around had returned to calm, Yanqing couldn't ignore the sharp sword intent remaining in the air and the sword aura cracks lying on the ground.

At this time, Jingliu slowly withdrew her sword, and the sword returned to its scabbard, as if all the terror had never happened.

But the fallen corpse of the Mara-Struck Shape-Shifter proved the terror and brilliance of this sword.

"This sword."

Lin Mo, who had been paying attention to this sword of Jingliu's, instantly thought of a sword technique that had appeared in his mind.

He had copied Jingliu's thousand years of sword arts, and one of the moves was exactly the same as this one!

But if he were to use it, it would be impossible to cause such power.

The power he had mastered still couldn't be superimposed onto the sword.

While Lin Mo was thinking this and Yanqing was shocked, Jingliu, standing with her hands behind her back, said calmly: "That sword of yours just now was not enough to be disappointing."

"I, I lost."

Hearing Jingliu's words, Yanqing was silent.

His fists were clenched, but he finally let go, lowering his head, his tone filled with frustration.

"Lost?"

Hearing Yanqing's words, Jingliu, with her back to Yanqing, said calmly: "The competition hasn't ended yet, because I hadn't had time to thrust my final sword, and there was already no opponent on the field. Drawing a sword without merit is a blasphemy against the divine will of the Reignbow Arbiter, and is most ominous."

As Jingliu spoke, an extremely cold murderous intent permeated, instantly enveloping Yanqing, causing Yanqing's expression to change drastically.

What did Jingliu mean by these words?

But thinking of Jingliu's words, and the fact that Jingliu's tone just now was full of disrespect for the Reignbow Arbiter, Yanqing's expression was solemn: "You."

"With your strength, even if you met Blade, it would be a dead end."

Jingliu turned around while looking at Yanqing and said calmly: "Compared to dying at any moment, I will give you a more decent choice—after witnessing my sword, which has been tempered a thousand times, die as a swordsman."

As her voice fell, a cold murderous intent instantly permeated from Jingliu's body, enveloping Yanqing.

Under this cold murderous intent, Yanqing felt as if he were in the middle of a cold winter, and his blood was almost frozen.

He could feel that Jingliu's words were not only arrogant, but also contained an irresistible power.

This was not just a suppression of strength, but a crushing of the spirit.

Just then, Jingliu suddenly moved, rising into the air like an arrow off a string, pointing straight to the clouds.

Amidst the flashing sword light, her figure seemed to split into countless phantoms, each carrying an irresistible sharpness.

Yanqing's expression changed drastically, his heartbeat accelerated at this moment; he knew that what Jingliu was about to launch would be a true fatal blow.

Jingliu drew a perfect arc in the air, and the sword in her hand turned into a brilliant light, slashing towards Yanqing.

This sword contained all the sharpness and speed in heaven and earth, as if even fate would change its trajectory because of it.

Yanqing went all out to swing his sword, and the terrifying Path of the Hunt erupted from his body, instantly covering Yanqing's sword, bringing Yanqing's sword arts to the extreme.

But in front of this terrifying sword light, it still appeared so insufficient.

"Block it!"

Yanqing's expression changed drastically, and he poured all his strength into the sword, performing Ten Thousand Swords Come.

In an instant, Yanqing's sword intent reached an unprecedented height, and his sword met Jingliu's attack.

"Boom!"

The loud noise shook heaven and earth, and the sword light scattered.

The overwhelming energy swept in all directions, and the deafening roar rang out one after another.

I don't know how long passed before the surrounding dust slowly dissipated.

He saw that although Yanqing had successfully blocked this sword, the huge recoil made his whole body tremble violently.

He felt every bone in his body groaning under this sword, his whole body's strength receding like a tide, his face pale as paper.

Watching Jingliu disappear into the horizon, Yanqing breathed a sigh of relief weakly.

This woman, she left, right?

This meant it was over.