Martial Boss Chapter 867

As the sun set in the west, the waning sun of the setting mountain emitted a blood-like crimson light.

Like a meteor from beyond the sky, the golden figure fell from the sky without reservation or pause, ramming into the qi shield formed by the True Martial Seven Tribulation Formation.

“Boom…”

The golden figure rushed inward against the Qi shield, sending countless sparks into the air.

The seven divine swords that guarded the seven peaks buzzed, emitting yin and yang five elemental sword qi as they vibrated with powerful oppression, blasting the figure that emanated an astounding battle aura.

“Undestructive Battle Body.”

The sword qi shot out at Pei Dongliu’s body, only making the sparks even more brilliant, but the golden battle body was unbroken by a single break, and the forward rush was even more fierce.

“Qing Yu, get out-”

A loud shout echoed through the Seven Peaks of True Martial Arts, and Xuan Zhen, who was in the Taiji Hall, immediately said, “I’ll go back to preside over the formation, and today I’ll let this ‘Number One in the World’ have no return.”

Although the True Martial Seven Tribulations Formation could be activated automatically, it could only be most powerful when someone was presiding over it. Especially if it was hosted by Xuan Zhen, who was at the Tong Shen realm, it was so powerful that Qing Yu did not even dare to take it lightly.

It was for this reason that Qing Yu had used a ruse to destroy most of the main formation’s jade seals before cleaning up Xuanfa and Tong Jue.

“There is no need, you will preside over the formation of Chonghe Peak, Su Nui Peak has Senior Uncle Tonghua to go ahead.” Qing Yu stopped Xuan Zhen and said.

“Then you have to ——”

“Just guard the True Martial Gate, there is no need to attack,” Qing Yu smiled lightly as he walked towards the door of the great hall, “I will go and clean up Pei Dongliu.”

The success of the ‘Number One in the World’, Qing Yu had wanted to try it out for a long time. Qing Yu still remembered what happened when he was seriously injured by a finger!

Meanwhile, in the distant sky, a sword shadow flew past.

In the midst of the sword shadow, the white-haired Daoist looked at the mountain peak that was getting closer and closer, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, “Found you.”

The figure changed, quickly transforming from the white-haired Daoist to a swordsman dressed in purple fancy clothes, and countless snow-white sacred sword shadows began to appear out of thin air around him, emitting clanging sword sounds.

“Clang clang clang ——”

Swords whistled and whistled, countless sword shadows identical to Nirvana surged towards the two figures on top of the mountain peak like a tidal wave, leaving countless air-breaking sounds with their biting sword Qi.

“Not good.”

Ning Wuming’s figure twisted, seemingly drifting away from its original position slowly but quickly, but the sharp swords that followed in its wake still shot in like shadows.

“No Leak, No Flaw.”

His true qi formed a rounded shield of qi, flowing with the intention of completeness, this was Ning Wuming’s body protection move. Although he had studied under Pei Dongliu for some time, he had only learnt from his method of the Hundred Battles and Ten Thousand Transformations to perfect his own flawless path, and had no intention of becoming a battle madman.

This Wu Zu Wu Zi was created with reference to Pei Dongliu’s battle body, and was called a future martial art that was no weaker than the Undestructive Battle Body. But the future was only the future, and at this moment, the Faultless and Flawless could not stop this sharp sword.

“Dab dab dab–”

Even though Ning Wuming tried his best to defend, block or dodge, he still could not avoid being injured. His arm and waist were wounded by the solid sword qi, and his newborn skin was even stimulated by the sword intent, oozing out tinges of crimson blood.

On top of the mountain peak, countless Nirvana swords were erected and then slowly dispersed to reveal the figure of the purple-clad swordsman. At his side was a puddle of blood, that of Yang Tu who had been directly chopped into a bloody mist by the sword Qi.

”Xiao Qianxiu of the Imperial Sword Villa ——” Ning Wuming, who was in the air, had his pupils shrink and recognised the identity of this swordsman.

”But why is he so strong?”

This was the biggest doubt in Ning Wuming’s mind at this moment.

Xiao Qianxiu had worked with the Great Qian Dynasty, and relying on the facilities given by the Great Qian Dynasty, the Imperial Sword Villa had expanded for quite some time, even to the point of capturing many newborn disciples from other sects.

The Great Qian court also used the Imperial Sword Villa to deal with many Jianghu matters.

However, after the return of Mu Cang Sheng, although the Great Qian rivers and mountains had been torn apart, their strength had expanded like never before. Although Xiao Qianxiu, a Tong Shen realm, was not weak, he was still not qualified to cooperate with the Great Qian, which had more than a dozen Tong Shen and two supreme powers.

Unwilling to have his foundation swallowed up by the Great Qian, Xiao Qianxiu simply cut his ties with the Great Qian and found another way out. Even if he couldn’t make it on the Great Qian side, there were other places to go.

As far as Ning Wu Ming knew, Xiao Qianxiu had joined forces with the Hao Qi Alliance and the Lian Family, but the alliance had come to an end when Qing Yu interfered.

Overall, Xiao Qianxiu had been failing because his heart was higher than the sky, but his life was thinner than paper. But the strength Xiao Qianxiu was showing now, what kind of strength was this not enough?

Ning Wuming looked coldly and directly at this former collaborator, “Master Xiao, what do you wish to do?”

“Nothing else, I wish to ask for a name.”

The blade of Qing Yu’s sword was raised lightly, its clear and crisp body emitting a faint holy light, “If I want the Imperial Sword Villa to enter Northern Zhou, I need to prove my position with a certificate of submission.”

“And this cast is ——”

Crossing his sword in front of him, Qing Yu’s left hand and fingers wiped across the body of the Nirvana sword, inspiring the supreme sword qi, “—— your head!”

Six wings of pure white transparent sword qi unfolded behind him, and the huge sword shadow straight through the sky showed the supreme sword power, countless sword qi flocked and spread across the sky.

“Sword Ten – Heavenly Burial.”

Fast, incomparably fast, countless sharp swords shot down in the air, covering the sky and making it impossible for Ning Wuming to dodge.

And after these countless sharp swords, a huge sword shadow descended like the might of the heavens, flying down with unparalleled despair.

“No…”

He still had a great revenge yet to be avenged, and he had yet to see Qing Yu die, so how could he die like this?

Ning Wuming exploded into extremes, pushing his valley true qi to the point of breaking his veins, but still he was unable to stop the arrival of death.

Sword Qi clustered around the shadow of the Heavenly Sword, destroying Ning Wuming’s body completely, except for a head that flew up and was caught in the hands of a flashing purple figure.

“Unwilling eyes, bitter hatred ——”

Qing Yu grasped Ning Wuming, the head of a dead man, and raised it slightly to meet his eyes, “When really it is fit for the defeated.”

The indifferent Qing Yu also has a little fetish, that is he will look at the miserable state of those who died under him, that will alert him, if he fails, he will do the same.

But at least for the moment, it seems that such a complete failure has not yet befallen Qingyu.

On the other side, Pei Dongliu, who was attacking the True Martial Arts Seven Destruction Formation, naturally noticed the startling sword shadows and might. Feeling bad in his heart, he immediately wanted to return to rescue Ning Wuming, but this was the True Martial Arts Sect, not a place where he could come and go as he wished.

The figure that suddenly appeared blocked Pei Dongliu’s path, the white-haired Daoist had a smile on his face, but his eyes were incomparably indifferent, “Instructor Pei, you let the poor Dao out, the poor Dao is here. You, are you ready to-“