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Chapter 210: Peak Transcendence, All-Out Battle! Lu Ming Takes Action! (Part 2)
Chapter 210: Peak Transcendence, All-Out Battle! Lu Ming Takes Action! (Part 2)
"Damn!"
Wang Teng was injured and retreated in defeat.
Xu Fenglai's Great Yellow Court also dimmed, and he suffered a heavy blow.
Another astonishing offensive struck.
After a long absence, Qin Yu appeared, holding a miniature Immortal Mansion, blocking the attack, but it was still a struggle.
"Are you guys still capable?"
Old Huang shouted and whined, "Isn't the Sword Dao of Moon Embrace Sect powerful? Why aren't they taking action?"
"Wang Teng! I had such high hopes for you!!!"
Wang Teng: "..."
I sincerely thank you! He sighed helplessly.
Is the Sword Dao of Moon Embrace Sect strong? Absolutely.
But he himself is not proficient in Sword Dao!
Moreover, the Moon Embrace Sect is not only strong in Sword Dao...
But he is weak!
Feeling helpless, just as he was about to fight desperately to create an opportunity for others to escape, he suddenly sensed something, his body trembled, and he abruptly turned his head towards the rear.
At the same time.
In the void above, Long Aojiao's lips curled slightly.
"As expected, that guy has also arrived."
She smiled and intensified her attack.
"Hiss!!!"
Song Ru was in the midst of a fierce battle with his opponent, but in reality, he had been lying low for too many years.
After his transmigration, he quickly became a Holy Son of a Holy Land, and since then, he had never had to worry about food or drink. In truth, he had barely fought a few times. This time, he borrowed two Imperial Scriptures, which were more than enough to handle any situation.
To be honest, without relying on external objects, he was indeed no match for Long Aojiao.
Even...
The difference was a little bit greater.
But at this moment, the presence he sensed was even more terrifying than Long Aojiao!
"Such a powerful Sword Intent, such astonishing Sword Qi!"
"This feeling is almost comparable to the ultimate techniques of the Sword Palace among the Nine Great Divine Palaces, right?"
"Holy moly, this world is no weaker than my previous one!"
He shrank his neck.
Focusing his gaze.
Below.
Jian Zi was in a hurry, and suddenly, a familiar feeling surged into his mind.
He was startled, and then...
He suddenly jumped, leaping thirty zhang high, and his mouth shouted, "Ahhh, he's here!"
"He's here!!!"
"What's here?"
Those who hadn't met him before were perplexed.
They didn't understand why Jian Zi had such a big reaction.
What the heck is this? But at the same time, they could also sense that a powerful cultivator was approaching, and it was a Sword Cultivator who had already taken action.
"There's more help?!"
"Is it a Sword Cultivator???"
Jian Jiu Huang was in a fierce battle, coughing up blood, his face changing drastically, "It's somewhat familiar, yet also extremely unfamiliar. This feels like...like...?!"
"Like what?"
"This is it!"
Wang Teng was excited, but the Artificial Sun he was cultivating in his hand became unstable, and he was thrilled, shouting with joy.
At this very moment.
Without any communication, he and Jian Zi simultaneously shouted, "Sword...Eleven!"
Boom!
As the sound of their voices faded, the void shattered!
Countless flying swords rushed forth like a vast ocean, like raging waves, like a violent storm, at an incredibly fast speed and in vast numbers!
The speed was extremely fast, the quantity was immense, and the attacks were dense and relentless, like the Yellow River flooding out of control, or like a continuous torrent of river water, never-ending!
It seemed like it would never stop!
"Hmm?!"
"Be careful!"
Among Wang Teng's opponents, the old man took the lead, immediately sensing the countless flying swords. He let out a low shout and took the front, shielding everyone behind him.
He fought with extreme ferocity, wielding his magic treasure, and in just a moment, he had already slashed through countless flying swords.
He was about to declare that it was not so formidable, but he felt something was amiss.
Then...
He started to retreat!
"Too fast, too many!"
"Why are there so many?"
"What kind of sword technique is this? What is this?"
Each time he took action, he could at least block, or even destroy, a flying sword. In his opinion, these flying swords weren't actually that powerful; at least, if taken individually, they wouldn't be considered strong.
However, the sheer number, speed, and density of the attacks were overwhelming.
As he continuously blocked the attacks, he was quickly exhausted. Before he could manage to block them all, his strength waned, and the flying swords had already reached his front, numbering in the thousands!
"Ah!!!"
He roared.
He bellowed.
He exerted all his strength, but he could only endure for less than half a moment before he truly had nothing left to give.
"Be careful, all of you!"
He shouted lowly and immediately dodged.
However...
As he dodged, the other Eighth Stage powerhouses from the Sun Moon Immortal Dynasty's royal family were stunned.
Their cultivation was not particularly high.
At least, compared to the old man, it was very low.
Originally, they gathered behind the old man, knowing his strength, and sought his protection. But at this moment, the old man suddenly dodged in an instant, and with the flying swords' speed being so fast and their number so great, they couldn't react in time, let alone dodge.
"Block it!"
They roared.
At the critical moment, they exerted all their strength to block the flying swords.
In a life-or-death struggle, they managed to block a few flying swords, but it was only a few...
"Ah!!!"
Soon, someone was pierced by the flying swords, turning into a sieve, and then, as the subsequent flying swords whistled, even the blood mist was gone.
Both body and soul were destroyed!
One after another.
These five Eighth Stage powerhouses didn't even have time to leave a last word before they perished under the countless flying swords!
All the onlookers were dumbfounded.
"Heaven, oh my!"
"What is this?!"
"Hiss, how many flying swords are there?!"
They all realized.
These 'condensed' flying swords, when taken individually, weren't that powerful, but they couldn't withstand the sheer number and speed!
Even if each flying sword could only reduce the opponent's HP by 1, as long as the number was sufficient and the attack frequency was fast enough, it could exhaust even a powerful boss! But there was one prerequisite.
That was, the cultivator who used this sword technique must have a profound foundation to withstand such consumption and defeat the enemy!
Moreover~
These flying swords weren't limited to reducing the opponent's HP by 1!
"There's such a formidable existence on the enemy's side?!"
"Their cultivation must be at least at the late Eighth Stage or above!"
"This Sword Dao, who has ever heard of it?"
"Ah, I see!"
"It seems that Sword Disciple and Moon Embrace Sect disciple know each other... is it... Sword Eleven?"
...
"Damn!"
Sword Nine Yellow was stunned.
He stared in shock at the countless flying swords that whistled past him, seemingly without end, and rubbed his forehead, exclaiming, "Holy crap, what kind of Sword Dao is this?!"
Stunned.
He was also scared.
And suddenly, he 'calmed down'.
Previously, when he fought with Wang Zhe, he received his personal acknowledgment and was given the title 'Human Sword'. Old Huang was very happy, at least he had gained the recognition of the second best in the world!
Moreover, the Human Sword, just by the name, sounded powerful, right? But at this moment, he realized that his so-called Human Sword was nothing special!
After fighting for so long, he had been suppressed the entire time. If not for having enough healing pills, he would have been finished long ago!
As a result...
With just one sword, the opponent instantly turned a formidable enemy into ashes.
Hmm, this should count as a sword, right?
In any case, with one sword, a powerful enemy was instantly annihilated. How domineering and unmatched!
This is what Sword Dao is all about!
This is the ultimate Sword Dao technique!
"Oh, hehe."
Wang Teng smiled, "You couldn't figure it out?"
"Of course not!"
Sword Nine Yellow stomped his feet, "I've never seen it before, how would I know?"
"Don't you find it familiar?"
"Familiar? You're right, there is a bit of familiarity, but I'm certain I've never seen this move before!"
"You indeed haven't seen this move, but you have seen the ten moves before it, and you've even fought against them." Wang Teng puffed out his chest, "This is the Misty Sword Technique that you said was too complicated and should be simplified to nine moves or fewer."
"Sword... Eleven!"
"Misty Sword Technique, Sword Eleven?!"
Sword Nine Yellow's pupils suddenly constricted, and he instantly understood.
No wonder! No wonder he felt both familiar and unfamiliar.
However, the gap between Sword Eleven and Sword Ten was a bit too big, wasn't it? So powerful.
It was indeed... so powerful! At the same time, his face turned red, and he felt a bit embarrassed.
He cursed inwardly, "This kid is going too far."
"He dares to flirt with me!"
Recalling his previous encounter with Wang Teng, he had boldly pointed out the flaws in his technique. Now, as he watched Sword Eleven, which was still whistling through the air, he clenched his teeth.
He felt his face burning with embarrassment.
Human Sword?
Yes, he had been praised, and he secretly rejoiced, thinking he was quite impressive.
He had even forgotten the saying that there are always greater powers beyond the horizon.
Human Sword? That's nonsense! This is the true Sword Dao, so powerful!!!
...
Below, Sword Disciple shouted excitedly.
He even drew his sword and held it in his hand, constantly slashing, which was known as the Blinded Princess's Wild Slash.
"Did you see that?!"
"That's right, since you joined later, you must not have seen it. This is Sword Eleven!!!"
...
Boom!
In the void.
Before the yellow-robed Sword Cultivator could finish his posturing, he heard a cold, low voice, "Do you deserve it?"
Then!
The countless flying swords shattered the void, instantly defeating his cousin, and then turned to attack the five others of the same clan!
"As fellow Sword Cultivators, do you claim to be invincible?!"
The yellow-robed Sword Cultivator was furious.
In his opinion, he was already at the peak of the Eighth Stage among Sword Cultivators, and even if he couldn't become the leader, he wasn't far off.
But the result was that this Sword Cultivator, who hadn't even shown himself, defeated his cousin and killed five others of the same clan with just one sword, and then turned to attack him!
What?
Did they think he was a soft persimmon, easy to manipulate and humiliate?
How dare they!
He drew his sword, "The sun and moon shine together, and yin and yang coexist in harmony!"
"Misty Sword Technique!"
With one sword strike, the heavens and earth reversed, and yin and yang turned upside down!
The misty aura spread, as if the entire space-time had transformed into mist, pressing down, ready to devour and consume the countless flying swords condensed by Sword Eleven.
At first, he succeeded!
Countless flying swords were devoured.
As many as they came, as many were devoured.
But gradually, his face changed.
There were too many, and they came too fast.
As the caster, he understood better than anyone.
The Misty Sword Technique, which seemed like a black hole, was already filled to the brim and could barely continue.
"Damn it!"
Before he could react, the misty space exploded, but the flying swords were still endless.
The yellow-robed Sword Cultivator's face changed, and he raised his sword to meet the attack, sword against sword!
In an instant, it seemed as if he had transformed into countless clones, constantly blocking and shattering all the flying swords.
In reality, he had increased his speed to the extreme, and with one person and one sword, he could hold off a thousand armies!
And because of his incredible speed, he left afterimages, making it appear to onlookers as if there were hundreds or thousands of yellow-robed Sword Cultivators fighting simultaneously!
"Faster, faster, even faster!"
The yellow-robed Sword Cultivator's sword became faster and faster.
He was, after all, a peak Eighth Stage cultivator, and as a fellow Sword Cultivator, he had a deep understanding of the Sword Dao. Blocking the attack was relatively easier for him!
"He blocked it!"
Finally.
The yellow-robed Sword Cultivator was certain he had blocked it.
Although it was a bit challenging and exhausting, he could handle it!
...
Lu Ming frowned slightly.
"After all, he's a peak Eighth Stage Sword Cultivator, and Sword Eleven is still a bit lacking."
"If I continue, even if I win, it will consume a lot of my energy."
This was the case for Sword Eleven of the Misty Sword Technique.
As long as he could hold on, the flying swords would be endless.
But if the opponent could also block them, it would turn into a protracted battle, a test of endurance.
Whoever had more endurance would win.
However, Lu Ming's cultivation was ultimately inferior to his opponent's, and he had to activate his 'Full State' to fight against him. Continuing to drag out the fight, relying on Sword Eleven to win, would be unwise.
But exposing the Artificial Sun Fist would easily reveal his identity, and currently, Lu Ming's identity is still of great use, so he can't do that.
"Forget it."
"Since Lu Ming's identity is known as a Sword Cultivator and a Grand Alchemist, then I shall fight to the end with my sword techniques!"
Whoosh!
He held a long sword and cleaved through the air, following the river of sword qi. In an instant, he traversed ten thousand li of sky, appearing outside the Imperial Capital and slicing towards the yellow-robed Sword Cultivator.
Ding!
The sword edges clashed, a needle against a wheat stalk.
The two stared at each other, their killing intent as Sword Cultivators boiling.
"Who are you?!"
The yellow-robed Sword Cultivator glared, sensing that the other's cultivation was not much weaker than his own, causing his heart to tremble with fear.
"Among all the Sword Cultivators in the world, I have some understanding of those with such cultivation."
"You have no place here!"
"I'm just helping out."
Lu Ming's expression remained calm.
The crisis was over, and there was no need to rush.
But...
He withdrew his sword and turned back, slicing towards the sword formation and saving San Ye.
Then, with his Xuan Yuan Qi, he sent San Ye into the excited hands of Jian Zi, staring at the yellow-robed Sword Cultivator and his helpers behind him, he said, "San Ye is not my disciple."
"You bully the weak with your strength, and now you bully the few with your numbers."
"This matter will not end well today."
"Arrogance!"
"Today, both you and your disciple will die here!"
The yellow-robed Sword Cultivator coldly snorted. Since they were enemies, there was no need for further words.
As a Sword Cultivator, the sword in his hand would seek answers for him and speak the words he wanted to say.
"Come and fight!"
With a wave of his hand, he ordered the seven early-stage Eighth Realm experts to step back.
In the eyes of the yellow-robed Sword Cultivator, this person was no longer someone they could defeat! If a fight broke out, they would all die.
Only he had a chance to suppress this opponent.
"The rising sun, named Hao!"
"Hao Tian Sword Qi!"
The essence of the sun rapidly gathered, transforming into raging flames and then condensing into a massive sword qi. Within it, there was boundless Sword Dao and endless sword intent, madly slicing through everything.
It even included the entire Imperial Capital within its attack range.
"This sword will take your head!"
"Bring it on!"
Lu Ming faced this astonishing sword, his long sword raised high, and as his thoughts turned, his understanding of Sword Dao reached an unparalleled peak at this moment.
At the same time.
Ji Chu Tong, who was in a fierce battle with Princess Li Yue, had a glint in her eyes, and then her face turned red, "This guy, he's finally here."
"I knew he would come."
"How dare you lose focus while fighting me?" Princess Li Yue's image was completely ruined, her hair disheveled, but she seized the opportunity to counterattack with hatred.
"So what if I lost focus?"
Ji Chu Tong turned around, her red lips slightly pursed, "Since that guy has arrived, let him see my current strength and... my progress in developing this technique."
"Mystic Gates..."
Boom!
At this moment, Ji Chu Tong truly transformed into the 'Sun'.
All the large and small 'Suns' on her body suddenly merged at this moment, and then transformed into a 'Divine Ring', floating above her, instantly swallowing and transforming Princess Li Yue's attacks, and then empowering herself.
"You?!"
Princess Li Yue was greatly shocked, "You still have more tricks up your sleeve?"
"Why not?"
Ji Chu Tong charged forward, her fist-seal was like a mountain, shaking the firmament, "I can't let that guy look down on me, right?"
"Die!"
...
At this moment, the vicious woman had become extremely old, her hair turned white, and her breath was faint.
It was as if she would pass away in the next second.
But she was still fighting.
The Sun Moon Emperor, seeing her like this, seized the opportunity to attack furiously, wanting to slay her in the shortest time.
"Master..."
The vicious woman glanced at Lu Ming's figure and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
As one of the few people present who knew Lu Ming's true identity, the vicious woman felt guilty.
"I can't repay Master, and now I'm dragging Master and fellow disciples and sisters into danger, Ya Ya... I'm sorry."
"But, Ya Ya has already used all her tricks, it seems... she still can't win against him."
"Brother..."
"Master..."
Her aura quickly weakened, and the vicious woman was almost at her last breath.
But in this final moment, her will to live surged, refusing to die.
"No!"
"I can't die yet."
"Brother's blood debt, I haven't repaid it yet. Master and fellow sect members' kindness, I haven't repaid it either. How can I die like this?"
"I must live!"
Suddenly.
She thought of the Vicious Woman Emperor.
The Sun Moon Emperor's attacks were right before her eyes, yet so far away.
In this short distance, she seemed to have seen everything and reviewed her entire life.
She saw many fellow sect members rushing over frantically.
She saw Master resisting that astonishing sword.
And she seemed to see a peerless shadow turning back in the void, with coldness in her eyes.
"Is... is it the Vicious Woman Emperor?"
"I... I am..."
"The Vicious Woman Emperor can live a second life, a third life..."
"I, too, can!"
Buzz!
Time seemed to flow in reverse.
Her white hair retreated, and black hair regrew!
The vicious woman, who had exhausted her life force and was on the verge of death, suddenly had an epiphany at this moment, living a second life, returning to her peak, and even surpassing it!
...
Lu Ming withdrew his gaze and faced the astonishing giant sword, a slight smile appearing on his lips.
"As expected, that person's template is always so peerless in every world."
"Since it's like this, I should also go all out."
"Sword Dao, I'll show you my full strength!"
(End of Chapter)
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