+ Add to Library
+ Add to Library

C140

"Sword Rain?"

When he saw the sound of the rain of swords, Yamamoto Miche's embarrassment turned into anger …

"My Shan Ben had wanted to repay you for that one sword strike back then."

Yamamoto Michenna's voice was extremely sharp, and he was obviously too excited.

Only after becoming a Saint would he be able to live for a few thousand years. A few hundred years ago, when the State of Fu Sang used the Octadic Great Snake to invade the Divine Continent, he had yet to become the Sect Master of the style Divine Sect, but was only a semi-sage level Elder. He had once been cut in half by Jian Yu.

This humiliation had always been engraved in Yamamoto Michio's heart. If he didn't take revenge for this, he would never be able to rest in peace.

However, at this moment, his heart was filled with worry.

Jian Yu had been a Saint for hundreds of years, and had already reached the acme of perfection in his comprehension of the sacred art. The amount of time he spent in the Saint realm differed greatly from Jian Yu's.

Even if the real body had arrived here, it would not necessarily be a match for the sword rain, let alone a divine soul clone.

Moreover, at this moment, the experts from the Divine Realm were rushing over in an unending stream. Once these experts gathered together, their plan to unseal the Octadic Snake's seal would completely fail.

No, the Fusang Country had lost tens of thousands of people because of this. If the Divine Sect was unable to break the seal of the Octadic Snake, then they would welcome the wrath of that ruthless king.

As the Sect Master of the Ascension Sect, he would be the first to become the food of the Lifestyle Sect.

He was the only one who had seen the true appearance of the sect. Thinking about how he was going to become the creature of that ugly species, Yamamoto Micawa's stomach started to churn.

No, absolutely not.

"Illusion Swordmaster."

Yamamoto Michio struck out furiously. Tens of thousands of streaks of blood-red light suddenly shot towards the sword rain.

The tens of thousands of blade-shadows were all real illusions. Only one was a true killing move.

The sword rain was not the Brilliant Sword Heart. It was unable to see through the tens of thousands of saber shadows with a single glance to see that the saber shadow was the true killing move.

The only way was to destroy these blade-shadows, regardless of whether they were real or fake.

"Radiant Sword Technique."

Jian Yu brandished the Radiant Light Sword wantonly. The previously gloomy and gloomy sky instantly turned bright. The sword rain was now like a small sun.

Countless streams of holy sword Qis were released in all directions.

All the blade shadows were destroyed.

This was the power of the strong, breaking ten thousand techniques with a single sword strike.

"Get the hell back."

Suddenly, a sword came flying through the clouds from the north.

Layers of blood-red light covered the body of the sword. In the endless sea of light, another color appeared.

The blood-red sword light shot towards Yamamoto Michio.

Yamamoto Michio quickly raised his hands to block.

"Crunch."

At the same time that he brought out the Martial Dao, that Martial Dao suddenly shattered, and a blood-red sword light shot towards his chest.

"No."

Yamamoto Miche realized that this strike was extremely terrifying, and it was not any weaker than the sword rain.

Not daring to hesitate in the slightest, he immediately retreated.

The blood-red sword light continued to move forward.

"Blood Divinity."

Yamamoto Michio summoned a puppet god that he had created using a secret technique.

Blood Deities had been stained with countless amounts of blood. In total, Yamamoto Michio had refined nine of them, each one equivalent to the cultivation of an Emperor Stage powerhouse.

However, under the blood-red sword light, what could the Emperor's cultivation possibly do?

The blood-red sword light pierced straight through the chest of the first Blood Clone God.

Unless the Lifeline was attacked, the Form Deity would be immortal and indestructible.

However, this sword-light was simply too domineering. In the instant it passed through the Blood Puppet's chest, the sword-light tore its body apart, turning it into a pile of meat paste. There was no chance for it to revive.

The sword continued to move forward without slowing down.

The second Blood Divinity was destroyed.

The third Blood Divinity, Annihilation.

"..."

When the ninth Blood Divinity was destroyed, Yamamoto Michoacs was in agony and despair.

He had paid an enormous price in order to refine the nine Emperor level Blood Clones. But under this bloody sword light, the Emperor level puppets were nothing more than soft persimmons.

The moment the ninth Blood Clone Deity was destroyed, a blood-red sword pierced straight into Yamamoto Miche's heart.

Yamamoto Miche's eyes were filled with disbelief.

Although this was just one of his soul fragments, it was definitely much stronger than an ordinary semi-sage expert. However, it was not a match for his opponent's one sword strike.

What was even more frightening was this sword strike that had consecutively slain nine peak Emperor level blood puppet. The sword strike was originally slightly weaker, but it had still pierced through his body.

The opponent was actually so strong.

Yamamoto Miche's eyes were filled with shock.

Even though this was only a soul attack, his body would suffer a severe backlash and would forever be stuck at the Saint level, unable to advance any further.

He was also very angry right now.

He looked forward.

A masked man dressed in black stood three meters in front of him with his hands behind his back, exuding an incomparably vicious aura.

"Luo Jianxin?"

Yamamoto is not acquainted with this man.

However, those sword faction disciples who had experienced Luo Jianxin's arrogance at the sword gate and some experts from other sects, recognized Luo Jianxin.

Everyone was shocked beyond belief by Luo Jiexin's sudden sword attack.

Even the eyes of the Sword Rain showed a trace of fear.

If he did not break through the saint's shackles and advanced into the Divine Realm as soon as possible, who would be the weaker one?

Luo Jiexin did not pay attention to the heated gazes of the crowd.

Instead, he stared at Yamamoto Michio.

"You are very lucky. This time, your soul was only split into two. If it weren't for you saying that your soul would be destroyed."

Luo Jianxin's words were very arrogant and tyrannical.

However, no one dared to question Luo Jianxin's words.

Because what he said was the truth.

"Eighty, cut off my cultivation path. When my main body comes to the Divine Province, I will tear you into ten thousand pieces."

Yamamoto Miche's divine soul clone gradually weakened, and it was on the verge of disappearing from this world.

However, at the last moment.

A black light flew out from his sleeve.

"Not good."

Although they didn't know what it had used, the experts still felt a strong sense of unease.

Everyone took action, wanting to stop him, but they were too late.

A black alms bowl floated above the broken sword altar, enveloping the entire area within it.

Yamamoto Michio shouted out with the last of his voice.

"You have no choice but to use the Soul Sacrifice technique to awaken the inherited Octadic Snake."

The four Fu Sang experts trembled in fear when they heard Yamamoto Miche's words.

Once the soul was used as a sacrifice, then the four of them would be inferior to reincarnation, and their souls would be destroyed.

However, since things had developed to this point, if they didn't sacrifice their harvests, the four of them would still die, and even more miserably.

"Slash!"

Luo Jianxin's sword stabbed at the black alms bowl.

A slight crack appeared in the curtain of light created by the black alms bowl.

Even a Heaven Ranked Spirit Tool would not be able to block Luo Jianxin's attack. It was obvious that this black alms bowl was above the Heaven Ranked Spirit Weapon, and was most likely a Saint Ranked Spirit Weapon.

Luo Jian thought to himself that he wanted to use the second slash.

However, his figure gradually became illusory.

Disappeared.

It was actually a divine soul clone.

Report
Share
Comments
|
Setting
Background
Font
18
Nunito
Merriweather
Libre Baskerville
Gentium Book Basic
Roboto
Rubik
Nunito
Page with
1000
Line-Height