Martial Boss Chapter 847

On top of the cloud peak four miles away from the Imperial Sword Villa, Qing Yu landed on the ground with his sword in his hand and looked at the pale old figure sitting on the boulder.

“Is it you, who has stunned the people of the Imperial Sword Villa?”

“It is the old man.” The old man opened his eyes and his turquoise blue pupils appeared, “Xiao Qianxiu, it’s been ten years. Once again, and for the last time, I ask you if you will hand over the Heavenly Divided Fragment?”

What was revealed in the turquoise blue eyes was an unquestionable determination. This last time of asking was also an ultimatum, Xiao Qianxiu had to hand over the Heavenly Divided Fragment whether he was willing to do so or not.

“You are very resolute,” Qing Yu laughed lightly, “is it because you have finally found a suitable candidate? It seems that this time, you are determined to win. But what will I get if I, Xiao, hand over the Heavenly Equinox Fragment?”

“Xiao, Qian, Xiu! Don’t be too reckless,” the old man raised his eyebrows in anger, “Your Xiao family caused a crack in the seal of the Sword God Lake back then, causing us to reluctantly withdraw from this holy land of the sword dao, and now it’s time for your Xiao family to make amends for their mistake. Last chance, don’t force the old man’s hand!”

“Heh, on what basis?” Qing Yu sneered.

Although he was not Xiao Qianxiu, he was not going to let go of the Heavenly Divided Fragment in any way. Moreover, these old guys who put all their hopes on others were something Qing Yu personally despised.

Although he was not a sword madman, he knew that no matter what path you took, when you put your hopes on others, your martial arts dao was already in shambles.

“Just by me, by my name of ‘Blue Blooded Green Sky’.” The blue-eyed old man’s eyes widened as his sword descended, the powerful pressure causing the four directions to shake, and the dust and rocks on the cloud peaks to tremble gently.

“Blue Blooded Green Sky” Zhong Qingling, the Great Sword Master of the Sword God Lake, a renowned old man of the Sword Dao.

But this so-called prestige was of no use to Qing Yu.

“Blue Blooded Sky, not enough!”

Sword Six – Absolute.

The flying sword shadow instantly struck the figure sitting on the boulder, crumbling rocks erupted, and a wild whistle came out of the smoke, “Xiao Qianxiu!!!”

The sword was raised in anger, and the turquoise blue sword diaphragm pressed across the ground. Zhong Qingling had not expected that Xiao Qianxiu, who had always dared not act recklessly in front of him, would dare to strike first.

He had not thought that the Xiao Qianxiu of today was no longer the Xiao Qianxiu of the past.

When his palm gripped the sword again, the chaotic sword qi gathered into a huge shadow of the Great Sword of Decision and shot out.

Sword Eight – Extreme.

“Boom…”

The sword deities clashed, and the biting sword qi stirred the wind and clouds, causing sword qi to fly above the cloud peak.

“Sword Four – Extinguish.”

Another move was struck, the great duel was pulled by true qi and danced to gather sword qi, abruptly piercing into the ground, a sharp sword came from underground to meet the charging figure.

“Blue Sky Breaks the Clouds.”

The blue-blue sword diaphragm swept in, the man moved with the sword, the sharp swords were all swept by the sword diaphragm, the blue-eyed old man rushed to attack the sword.

“Clang…”

The sword of great determination came into contact with a turquoise blue sword, and the ear-splitting sound of the sword, the fierce clash of sword qi, reflected the determined sword intent of the two men.

“I fought the Nangong Broken Sword with my sword back in the day, how dare you, junior!!!”

“Ha, treating defeat as honour, the so-called seniors are no better than that.”

The two swords clashed, the constant clanging sound echoed, and the sword qi that sometimes shot up into the sky verified that the two had fought fiercely.

“The sword opens up the heavy mountain.”

Zhong Qingling soared through the air and the clouds, his sword power soaring through the clouds of the sky, his matchless sword qi cutting straight down.

“The Xiao family are all sinners, today I will let you atone for the sins the Xiao family has done.”

“Clinging to the past, Xiao’s words are correct, you are nothing more than that!”

The great dueling sword slashed through the arcane sword path, Qing Yu’s figure split into four remnants in front of his body each making a different sword path, once again the first returned to his body, “Break the sky and fly away.”

Sword One to Sword Four merged, soaring sword shadows rushed straight at the Sword Dipper that was towering above him, the shocking sound rose again, in the raging sword Qi, the sword shadows broke through the Sword Dipper and attacked the blue-eyed old man.

“This is impossible, you are not Xiao Qianxiu!”

Zhong Qingling shouted in disbelief as the blue-blooded blue cloud sword in his hand spun out a sword circle, repelling the remaining sword shadow.

“Xiao Qianxiu can’t possibly be this strong!”

The powerful figure now clashed with past impressions, and the unbelievable thought appeared in Zhong Qingling’s mind.

“Again, clinging to the past and saying it’s impossible. A strong enemy is in front of you, but you are always thinking about irrelevant things. Zhong Qingling, your mind was broken by Nangong Broken Sword a hundred and fifty years ago.”

When I saw the Imperial Sword Villa earlier, I thought that this was a powerful enemy. But to my surprise, this former Great Sword Master of Sword God Lake was empty of strong power, but his mind was already broken and tattered. This kind of opponent was really an insult to his strength.

“Old man doesn’t believe it!”

As the sword descended from the sky, Qing Yu met it directly with his sword, and as the blades intersected, a trace of blood stained the blade of the Great Sword of Resolve.

Zhong Qingling was wounded, a small wound, but he, a senior, was the first to be wounded in a sword fight with a junior.

His blue eyes were wide open, and his white hair was swirling with the fury of the sword, but the anger on his face was beginning to subside.

Zhong Qingling realised that if he continued to fight in this state of mind, the loser would undoubtedly be him, a master of the sword who had been famous for centuries.

Whether it was for the sake of his reputation or because he did not want to lose, Zhong Qingling needed to sink his heart and face this powerful enemy.

The sword was not as big as before, and for the first time, “Blue Blood, Blue Sky” showed its true strength, as the sword energy stained the sky, turning all the nearby clouds blue.

“Blue Sky, Blue Clouds.”

The floating clouds were frivolous and feeble, but the sword qi contained within them was frightening. A turquoise sword cloud blew in, and boundless sword intent enveloped Qing Yu’s surroundings.

“Very good, but still useless.”

Qing Yu held his sword vertically behind his back, and his sword shadows unfolded from behind him, his body swung back, eight sword shadows strangled the turquoise sword clouds, the sword qi from both sides was incompatible with each other, and countless sharp swords shot out from Qing Yu’s back after strangling the sword clouds, the swords kept on shooting towards Zhong Qingling.

The sword posture was fantastical and magnificent, with countless variations of sword styles, and this was the move of the four swords in one – Xuanzhen Jiexu.

Zhong Qingling blocked the sword and swept it across his body, but it was difficult to stop this endless sword.

As a senior member of the Buried Sword Peak, Zhong Qingling’s sword body had long been practiced to the point where it was indistinguishable from the divine sword in his hand, and his blood was tinged with the colour of sword qi.

“Clang–”

A sword sounded, but it was the blue-blooded blue cloud sword that was separated, and Qing Yu held the great duel and went straight into Zhong Qingling’s chest.

“Ding–”

The sword was dislodged, pinning Zhong Qingling to the cloud peak, the blade entering the ground two feet, the end of the sword sinking straight into his chest, leaving no trace of the sword outside.

Zhong Qingling was defeated, and rightfully so.