“Ka-la-”
The sword and its tip connected, inspiring an overwhelming sharpness. The sword qi blasted the stone sword, causing it to crack a deep gaping hole.
“I didn’t expect to be unable to deal with you with just the incarnation of my mind. Little friend, what is your name?”
It was only at this point that the Sword God wanted to know Qing Yu’s name. Before that, Qing Yu was only a junior in his eyes, not an opponent.
On the one hand, the Sword God was fighting Qing Yu with his mind incarnation, while on the other hand, he was manipulating the black figures to attack the five people trapped in the thousand shadows of the sword lake, how arrogant and powerful he was.
Until Fang just now, he had to withdraw the intention of manipulating the black figure to fight with Qing Yu, but still failed to achieve his goal and take the qi blood by force.
But now ——
the situation was different again.
“Boom…”
The opening shattered and a pale arm poked out from it, gently grasping the two remnants of the sword that were joined together.
This pale arm was so thin that it could be described as skin and bones, but when this arm clamped its fingers around the heavenly fragmented sword, everyone felt a deadly crisis.
The Sword God’s arm was free.
Despite being sealed for nine hundred years and consuming a great deal, the Sword God was the Sword God, and with just one arm, he could threaten everyone.
“Little friend, you are qualified for me to remember your name, come on the way, your name will be pa*sed on forever as the Sword God’s opponent.”
The voice was no longer emitted from the previous shadow, but from within the stone sword, coming out of the Sword God’s mouth. At the same time, as the arm moved, the crack in the stone sword gradually increased in size.
‘The Sword God, he’s really not dead!’
This was the thought that crossed the minds of the five onlookers at the same moment.
And then, they very tacitly directed their gazes at Qing Yu to see how this opponent, who was acknowledged by the Sword God, would react.
“I ——” Qing Yu slowly raised his head, his face changing from that of Xiao Qianxiu to another face that had definitely never appeared in this world before.
It was angular and stern, and underneath the flowing white hair, were eyes that looked askance and proud.
“You may call me – ‘Autumn Water Floating Weed’ Ren Piaomiao.”
As soon as the words were spoken, the sword moved with his heart, opening up the boundless sword momentum again, “Nirvana Rebirth -”
The Nirvana Sword split into infinity, and the sword qi seemed to be endless, shooting at the pale arm.
“Ren Piaomiao? Whether true or not, this name will shock the world. But now, you will die here.”
The arm waved lightly, and the Heaven Dividing Remnant Sword cut through the void, like ten thousand swords, but also like a single sword, and all the sharp swords divided by Sword Eleven were obliterated under this sword, without exception. Even if the Sword God had only released one arm, it was still desperately powerful.
For the release of this one arm meant that he no longer needed to use his mind incarnation to fight the enemy, but truly revealed the unparalleled power of the peak of the most powerful.
“–Destruction of Heavenly Burial.”
As the sword followed his heart and continued with the Heaven Extinguishing Burial after the rebirth of Nirvana, Qing Yu’s understanding of the Piaomiao Absolute Style rose to a new level, and the awe-inspiring power of the sword stunned the crowd.
For the power of this sword was already beyond the limit of their response.
“Another surprise, if you could practice for a few more decades, you might not be able to keep up with me, but for now, there is not enough-”
“Heaven Punishing Sword Dao.”
The grey robbery qi turned into nothingness as much as it could, brewing a matchless sword power. The Heaven-Splitting Remnant Sword stabbed straight through, the dazzling sharpness causing the crowd’s eyes to sting, and they could not help but close their eyes as two tears of blood flowed from beneath them, sliding down in a desolate trail.
Qing Yu’s sword style also quickly collapsed under this sword, the sword power that exterminated all things killed all across, and the end of the sword power was precisely Qing Yu’s body.
”Tch, forcing me to make a supreme move.”
The sword intent condensed into a solid form, swirling around his body and eventually solidifying on the Nirvana Sword, the Divine Weapon of Heaven fused with the sword intent, transforming into a glazed and translucent colour like sword Qi, and under Qing Yu’s movement, he stabbed straight at the sword of extermination.
This is a move of pure sword intent, a move that transcends the limits of human power, this is…
Sword Twelve.
“Weiyang.”
A move of pure sword intent, gathering the sword intent that belonged to Qing Yu alone, this was the first time that Qing Yu had acted as a fence of drift, this was the Sword Twelve that belonged to him alone – Wei Yang.
“Boom…”
The sword blade impacted, Sword Twelve – Wei Yang confronted the Heaven Punishing Sword Dao, the infinite and endless sword clashed with the sword power of exterminating everything, the wild and absolute sword qi impacted and shot out, the ground of the lake island crumbled inch by inch, the sword qi struck through the ground, the lake water below rushed out, only to be chopped by the sword qi into gas mist.
“Miso…”
In the haze of water and mist, the light of the snow-white holy sword shone through with the glory of light and coldness of heaven and earth, and the glazed and purified sword intent move actually overwhelmed the Heaven Punishing Sword Dao, striking straight at the pale hand on the stone sword.
The meaning of unending, unending, unending. Qing Yu’s one thought is incessant, and his sword power is endless.
Relying on the endless sword power, Qing Yu overwhelmed the Heaven Punishing Sword Dao, leaving the first wound, or sword wound, before the Sword God, who had suffered a violent depletion of his vital energy in nine hundred years, could really get out of his trap.
“Boom…”
A shower of blood burst from his pale arm, his wrist nearly severed, with only a bit of residual flesh still attached to his palm.
“Hahahaha ——”
The Sword God in the stone sword felt the intense pain that he had not possessed for nine hundred years and could not help but let out an excited laugh, “I never thought that in the world after nine hundred years, there would be such an outstanding swordsman, Ren Piaomiao ah Ren Piaomiao, I was wrong earlier, your name will not be made famous by others, but by you yourself making it famous.”
The stone sword trembled, and the whole lake island shook endlessly. The cracks on the stone sword opened up even more rapidly, as if there was a ferocious beast rushing madly inside.
“The Sword God is coming out, run.”
Mo Qunming shouted out into the watery mist.
Although he had not known Qing Yu for a long time, and they did not know each other very well, Mo Gumeng could not bear to see this unearthly swordsman fall.
The strong wind blew away the fog, and Mo wanted to shout again, but he saw that the fog was empty, and there was no sign of Qing Yu.
“Gone… gone? When ——”
“Boom–”
There was no time for Mo Luminous to think much about when, he immediately turned into a sword light and flew away from this place.
The sword god is about to get out of the trap, they these people who hit the sword god remains before can not dare to stay long, if late, I’m afraid into the remains of the body is them.
And where was Qing Yu at that moment?
On the shore of the Lake of the Defeated Sword, under the monument inscribed with three big words was a bloodstained figure, with four bone-piercing sword marks spurting blood up and down his body, which could barely be stopped even with the use of the Blood Dome.
“This is already a move that can only be used by the strongest. If a non-strongest person uses it, he will be in a wheelchair.
Qing Yu laughed bitterly.
Although he was not as bad as Ren Piaomiao, who had been in a wheelchair for years, his injuries were still not light. The sword intent had turned into substance and torn through his body, and even a Saint Demon’s Origin Tirth could hardly stop the bleeding.
But fortunately, he had predicted this beforehand and had left a backhand.
