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It was as if the first thunderclap at the beginning of creation resounded throughout the world.
A dazzling wave of light spread outwards from the point of impact.
Wherever it passed, the thick clouds were torn into cotton-like fragments, which churned into huge vortexes in the high sky.
Strangely, those below the vortex felt no aftershocks whatsoever.
Even their robes remained completely still, as if the earth-shattering collision was nothing more than a silent illusion.
Lei Qianjue stood at the front of the crowd, with purple-gold lightning crackling around him, but suddenly froze in place.
His eyes, as wide as copper bells, stared at the area high in the sky enveloped by power, his voice filled with undisguised shock:
They were actually constructing a barrier using their true energy! They had completely locked the power of their clash within a space a hundred feet in the air.
Not even the slightest ripple leaked out—such control must have already reached the threshold of paradise!
久.
Chapter 430 Northern Crisis!
High in the sky, Lu Shaoyou's swordplay grew increasingly fierce. The sword intent of the Azure Sky Nine Palaces shifted endlessly in his hands.
Sometimes it transforms into frost that freezes thousands of miles, and where the sword wind passes, even the air freezes into ice crystals;
Sometimes it transforms into raging flames that burn mountains and boil seas; the sword shadows sweep across and ignite a raging inferno.
The nine sword shadows sometimes attacked separately and sometimes simultaneously, weaving a dense, impenetrable sword net.
Sometimes they combine into one, transforming into a pillar of light that connects heaven and earth; each movement contains a majestic momentum that can swallow the sun and moon.
Wei Changxuan, nicknamed "800", remained calm and composed throughout. He used his fingers as a sword, with golden light sometimes gathering and sometimes dispersing at his fingertips.
With seemingly casual flicks of the finger, golden sword energy always manages to slip through the gaps in the sword net like a fish, narrowly avoiding the sharp edge.
Sometimes, with just a flick of his wrist, he could deflect a sword shadow containing immense force to the side.
Sometimes, with a flick of his finger, he could cleave a path through a sky full of sword shadows, and the golden light from his fingertips could even leave tiny sparks on the spine of Lu Shaoyou's sword.
when--
After countless rounds, the Azure Sky Sword and the golden sword energy collided once more, producing a clear, bell-like sound.
Lu Shaoyou suddenly sheathed his sword and retreated a hundred feet, his green robe billowing in the wind like an eagle spreading its wings.
He looked at Wei Changxuan and laughed loudly, his voice filled with unbridled joy:
Exhilarating! Exhilarating! Brother Wei's swordsmanship has long transcended the limitations of mere techniques.
I've reached the pinnacle of mastery, where the sword moves with the mind! Today's battle has truly enlightened me!
Wei Changxuan withdrew his true energy, and the golden-blue light around him gradually receded into his body.
He looked at Lu Shaoyou, cupped his hands and smiled: "Brother Lu's Azure Sky Nine Palaces is already at a high level. If I hadn't been fortunate enough to comprehend some spatial techniques, I'm afraid I would have been defeated long ago."
The two looked at each other and smiled, their laughter echoing through the heavens and earth, startling countless birds in the forest.
The crowd below gazed at the two tall figures high in the sky.
Looking again at the stone fragments and ice crystals still suspended in mid-air, he was stunned for a long time—this earth-shattering duel would probably be talked about in the martial arts world for a hundred years.
The sword energy swirling around Wei Changxuan's fingertips receded like a tide, the last wisp of pale golden light disappearing into his sleeve.
He glanced at the man surnamed Lu opposite him, whose aura had also been concealed, and a faint smile appeared on his lips:
Brother Lu's Azure Sky Nine Palaces Sword Technique has now reached its perfect state.
That sword strike just now, concealing its sharpness in its simplicity, actually added a touch of Zen compared to three years ago.
Two figures fell to the ground like shooting stars, their robes billowing in the air in graceful arcs.
When it landed, its toes lightly touched the bluestone, without even stirring up a speck of dust.
The immense energy that had just stirred the heavens and earth has now completely receded into his body.
Only the edges of his robes still fluttered without wind, as if recounting the lingering power of the earth-shattering duel that had just taken place.
Jing Ni stepped forward, her dark outfit highlighting her tall and slender figure.
His usually cold and aloof expression was now etched with an unyielding solemnity.
My lord, the actions of the Northern Li royal family and the Dark River have become increasingly frequent over the past three years.
Her voice was low, tinged with a barely perceptible worry, and her fingertips were slightly white as she gripped the short blade at her waist.
The smile in Wei Changxuan's eyes vanished instantly, his gaze turning as cold as a frozen lake in winter.
Golden wheel patterns flickered around his body, shimmering faintly beneath his robes: Xiao Chong hadn't given up yet?
Mu Nanzhi stood to one side, her plain white dress fluttering slightly in the wind.
She gently bit her lower lip, staining it a rosy hue, and whispered: 4.8
I heard that he used 70% of the royal treasury's treasures.
From the southern border to the western regions, a large number of talented and extraordinary individuals were recruited. Over the past three years...
Those people searched for the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion like mad dogs, seemingly trying to find the entrance to other grotto-heavens.
As she spoke, her slender fingers unconsciously clenched her sleeves, her knuckles turning white.
The worry that flashed across her eyes was like a pebble thrown into a lake, rippling outwards.
Chapter 431 Corpse Demon - Yin Jiuyou!
Sikong Yan slowly waved the Mountain and River Fan in his hand, the fan ribs lightly tapping his palm to produce a crisp sound.
The illusory images of Confucian classics appearing on the fan surface shimmer with a gentle light.
It made his face appear even more handsome.
That's not all. He closed his fan and rested it on his chin, his voice becoming more serious.
The Corpse Demon Yin Jiuyou of the Dark River has also reappeared in the martial world.
The air around them immediately became more tense after those words were spoken.
Rumors circulated that he kept tens of thousands of corpse puppets in a secluded valley in western Hunan.
Sikong Yan's fingertips glided lightly across the fan surface.
Those corpse puppets were all martial arts masters who died in battle. He refined them with a secret method, making them invulnerable to swords and spears.
Even more frightening, some say he is studying a form of evil magic.
He can directly manipulate the minds of living people, turning the righteous path of the martial arts world into his puppets.
As soon as the words were spoken, everyone's expression darkened. Tens of thousands of corpse puppets were already terrifying.
If you add the evil art of manipulating people's minds, the consequences will be unimaginable.
An invisible pressure seemed to be spreading through the air, and even the wind carried a chill.
A new storm is brewing unseen.
Yan Lingji stood where the firelight flickered, and the blue flames at her fingertips suddenly surged three feet.
The pale blue firelight made the red mole at the corner of her eye appear even more alluring.
They're nothing but stray dogs we've driven to the abyss; do they even deserve to stir up trouble in this martial world?
With a flick of her wrist, nine burning chains of fire suddenly shot out from her fingertips.
Like a serpent, it coiled and slithered behind him, the flames crackling like scales.
A scorching heatwave suddenly filled the air, and even the bluestone ground showed faint scorch marks.
Wei Changxuan's brows were furrowed, and the golden wheel pattern beneath his clothes shone faintly, casting dappled light and shadow on the fabric.
Xiao Chong was stubborn and obstinate; he was defeated by us back then.
Those three years of lying low must have been spent plotting an even bigger conspiracy.
Yin Jiuyou's reappearance is probably just a pawn on his chessboard.
He paused, and glanced at everyone.
We must find the star map left behind by the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion as soon as possible.
Prepare before they open up other caves.
"What's there to be afraid of!" Lei Qianjue suddenly burst into laughter, and crackling lightning erupted around him.
The pebbles beneath his feet were shaken into the air, swirling around him.
My lightning hands haven't been idle for the past three years; I've refined three bolts of Nine Heavens Divine Lightning!
His silver hair stood on end like steel needles, and the purple lightning ball gathered in his palm crackled.
His pupils gleamed with lightning; even the Golden Palace of the Northern Li Imperial Palace could be reduced to dust by a single bolt of lightning!
Wei Changxuan shook his head solemnly: We must not be careless.
Although the Emperor's Seal in Xiao Chong's hand was a replica, it carried the dragon aura and obsession of the emperors of Beili throughout the ages.
It was with the help of this prototype of the seal that Emperor Taizu was able to sweep across the land and unify the Central Plains 800 years ago.
He raised his hand and placed it on the sword at his waist.
They have remained silent for the past three years, and have probably already deciphered some of the secrets of the seal.
If we are not careful, we may fall into their trap.
Before the words were finished, a chilling laugh suddenly shattered the silence of the mountains.
The laughter sounded like countless rusty iron pieces scraping against each other.
It also carried a stench like rotting flesh, making one's scalp tingle and even the fingertips feel cold.
Everyone turned their heads sharply and saw a figure in black robes standing atop the opposite cliff.
Chapter 432 The Seven Kills of the Dark River! Robbery!
The man's black robe was tattered like a spider web, its hem dragging on the ground, stained with dark brown dirt.
His body was shrouded in billowing, dark green corpse energy, which seemed to writhe and surge as if it were alive.
The moment the wind lifted his hood, it revealed a face mostly rotting—dark, hollow eye sockets with no eyeballs.