Martial Cultivator

The Sword Sect’s Sect Master remained calm, watching the flying swords surge forward one after another. This number one sword wielder under the heavens seemed to have no other method, only watching.

But was he truly just watching?

It did not seem so.

As the flying swords continuously crashed forward, they had in fact already advanced some distance.

The Demon Emperor appeared calm and at ease, but he was absolutely not as effortless as he appeared. The demonic qi throughout his body flowed continuously, its speed increasing noticeably. This meant that even for him, resisting these countless flying swords was not simple.

This was not merely a simple exchange of attack and defense, but a comparison of the lifelong cultivation of two peerless powerhouses representing the human race and the demon race.

Across the long years, both had spent countless time and effort on cultivation. On their respective paths, they were existences beyond the reach of others. Now that they clashed again, it was inevitable that a victor would be decided.

The flying swords continued to shatter, and it was already nearing the end.

Just as Yang Furen had expected, once those flying swords were lent out, there was little hope of them returning.

Now, most of the flying swords of Sword Qi Mountain had been shattered. Countless flying swords had not even had a single sword master in their lifetime before having to bid farewell to this world.

The Sword Sect’s Sect Master simply watched.

Until the flying swords were almost entirely destroyed, this great master of the sword dao who had stood at its pinnacle for many years finally raised his hand slightly.

Those fragments of flying swords that had fallen from the sea of clouds to the mortal world now rose up from the ground once more, dragging out streaks of sword light as they crashed back into the sky!

This scene was clearly seen by countless cultivators at the boundary between Ying Prefecture and Changping Prefecture.

Those countless streaks of sword light were like meteors, but unlike ordinary meteors. Ordinary meteors fall from the sky to the mortal world, while these meteors surged from the ground toward the sky.

The direction of their coming and going was fundamentally different.

Countless fragments of flying swords gathered above the sea of clouds, and then formed an incomparably gigantic flying sword, appearing horizontally across heaven and earth.

If there truly were so-called gods in this world, then the sword used to slaughter gods would have to be none other than this one!

The Sword Sect’s Sect Master took a deep breath, pushed both hands forward, and the enormous sword hilt before him was driven forward by him, crashing ahead. At this moment, the Demon Emperor seemed incomparably small before this single sword.

But immediately after, behind the Demon Emperor, a towering dharma idol appeared.

The Demon Emperor already made it difficult for others to even breathe. That overwhelming pressure had long made it hard to draw breath, and now, with this massive dharma idol appearing once more, it became even more so. Boundless demonic qi surged from within that enormous dharma idol, wildly occupying the surrounding space.

The Demon Emperor looked indifferently at the Sword Sect’s Sect Master. The massive dharma idol behind him slowly raised its hand and heavily pressed down onto the body of that gigantic flying sword.

A thunderous boom rang out.

The Sword Sect’s Sect Master, suspended within the sea of clouds, could not help but sway. This man number one in the world turned deathly pale. At this moment, even a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The giant hand of the Demon Emperor’s dharma idol pressed onto the sword body, and that flying sword began to tremble continuously. Countless sword qi attempted to tear apart that enormous hand, but as they surged upward, they were directly crushed by that demonic qi.

That terrifying demonic qi continuously crushed those strands of sword qi, to the point that the giant sword itself began to break apart.

Originally a massive sword formed from countless flying sword fragments, under the suppression of that demonic qi, it finally could no longer hold on and shattered once more.

The gigantic flying sword began to disintegrate. Countless fragments of flying swords dimmed and fell downward.

This might once again be a rain of swords.

But it was not that simple.

“Is this all you’ve got?”

The Demon Emperor’s voice rang out here, somewhat cold, but even more so carrying a kind of invincible arrogance that looked down upon the world.

The Sword Sect’s Sect Master did not speak. In truth, the moment that gigantic flying sword shattered, he had already begun advancing forward with sword in hand.

Forcing out the Demon Emperor’s towering dharma idol had already proven the Sword Sect’s Sect Master’s extraordinary ability, but this was not the result he wanted.

At the very least, he had never only intended to force out the Demon Emperor’s dharma idol.

He carried his sword forward without stopping, and very quickly arrived before that dharma idol. Raising his head to take a glance, the Sword Sect’s Sect Master exhaled a mouthful of sword qi, then delivered a strike.

A dazzling sword light suddenly appeared between heaven and earth.

Like an incomparably brilliant white line being drawn out here, it stretched upward from below, directly facing the Demon Emperor.

At the same time, the scattered sword qi around began to surge wildly into that white line, intending to cleave apart the Demon Emperor’s dharma idol right here.

The Demon Emperor looked indifferently at that dazzling white line before him. Although he could feel the sharpness within it, he still extended his hand and pressed down, suppressing that white line that continued to extend upward!

Endless demonic qi enveloped that white line first, but the boundless sword intent within it forcibly tore open a gap. Within that sky full of demonic qi, that strand of sword light was incomparably radiant.

The Demon Emperor’s expression turned somewhat unsightly. At this moment, he finally sensed the danger of that sword.

Demonic qi surged from his palm once more. In that instant, the sea of clouds churned violently, like a pot of boiling water.

But at this moment, the Sword Sect’s Sect Master advanced despite knowing the difficulty, carrying his sword as he merged into that white line, sweeping forward all the way.

In front of the Demon Emperor’s dharma idol, the Sword Sect’s Sect Master appeared incomparably small. But this strike of his was far more terrifying than that previous gigantic sword.

A strand of sword intent flowed endlessly through him, and the Sword Sect Master had almost entered a state of complete oblivion.

This sword was truly the strongest sword of his life!

“Your Majesty, with something attached to the sword, it is indeed much sharper.”

The Sword Sect Master spoke softly, somewhat satisfied.

In past years, he had always cultivated the sword of flawlessness, the sword of emotionlessness. But only later did he realize that a flawless sword was not necessarily the best sword.

Among the countless sentient beings of the world, whether it was a dao heart or a sword heart, once one existed in the mortal world, true flawlessness was impossible. Forcing it to be flawless would instead create a major problem.

But once this truth was understood, it was not too late at all.

That flying sword could wait three hundred years; for him to drift for a hundred years was not too long either.

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