In the front yard of Peach Mountain, thousands of swords were flying everywhere. The South Sea Sword of Light was swaying in the wind and rain, but it was as solid as a rock. Many people thought that the middle-aged man would be able to hold on until the end. Only Zhao Nanhai looked very serious. He looked at the rain of swords and frowned, "Using swords as a Confinement?"
He was indeed the most powerful cultivator of the South Sea. He had seen through Ye Hongyu's thousands of swords. Back in the Verdant Canyon, even Jun Mo of the Academy had been trapped by Ye Hongyu's Confinement of Swords, not to mention this middle-aged man. The second most powerful cultivator of the South Sea was a tall and thin old man. He had also seen through the power hidden in the rain of swords. He dashed out from behind Zhao Nanhai and reached his right hand into the air. A beam of holy Haotian's Divine Light shot out from his palm, trying to stop the rain of swords and save the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man also felt the terror in the rain of swords. He shouted and forced all his cultivation into the thin light sword that was like a swimming fish. The thin sword stabbed towards the Divine Carriage of Judgment while he quickly retreated with the protection of the tall and thin old man's divine light. He wanted to save his own life.
With a soft sound, the slender light sword pierced through the bloody gauze and stabbed between Ye Hongyu's eyebrows.
Ye Hongyu had already opened her eyes when the tall and skinny old man, who was ranked second in the South Sea, released his Divine Light. Starlight shone in the depths of her eyes and she could not suppress her anger. She wanted to kill that middle-aged man, but someone was trying to stop her. This made her very unhappy.
When the slender light sword stabbed into the Sacred Sedan of Judgment, her eyes became even brighter because of the reflection of the sword. She did not raise the Taoist Sword on her knees, but her left hand.
The slender light sword was like a swimming fish. Its trajectory was extremely strange, sometimes to the left, and sometimes to the right. However, when Ye Hongyu reached out her hand, the light sword was immediately caught!
The light sword trembled and struggled between her fingers like a fish that had landed on the ground and was waving its tail. Her slender fingers were covered with a layer of faint divine light that looked like pincers.
With a sizzling sound, a wisp of green smoke rose from the thin light sword. It was turned into scrap metal by Ye Hongyu's Divine Light. It no longer struggled and was casually thrown onto the ground in the carriage, like a dead fish.
Outside the carriage, the middle-aged man who was retreating quickly sensed that the trace of his natal sword had disappeared from his sea of consciousness. He could not help but feel great sorrow, anger, and fear. He spat out blood. He infused the West-Hill Divine Skills into his sword and watched the fish in the sea to comprehend a new sword style. He was indeed powerful. That was why he could avoid Ye Hongyu's Taoist Sword and tear the veil of the Divine Sedan of Judgment at the beginning. However, what could he do when Ye Hongyu knew what his sword style was?
The West-Hill Divine Skill was her original cultivation. Sword Will Like Swimming Fish? There was a word "fish" in her name. A few years ago at the Daming Lake in the Wilderness, she turned her Taoist Sword into a fish and killed Ning Que and Mo Shanshan. Now she was the Great Divine Priest of Judgment. How could she be hurt by such a sword style?
Most importantly, the middle-aged man's sword flew into the carriage and reached in front of her. After receiving Liu Bai's letter, who else in the world could have an unimpeded sword within a foot of her?
Even with the help of the South Sea masters, Ye Hongyu still snatched the middle-aged man's natal sword, causing him to spit out blood and be seriously injured. In everyone's eyes, she had already won, and a proud victory at that.
However, she was not ready to give up. Anyone who challenged the Great Divine Priest of Judgment would die if he lost. There could not be a second ending. She set up the Confinement of Sword Rain to kill the middle-aged man.
Even if the unfathomable tall and thin old man was using Haotian's Divine Light to block the sword rain, she still wanted to kill the middle-aged man.
Whoever she wanted to kill had to die.
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The sword rain was still falling. The tall and thin old man raised his right palm and supported it with Haotian's Divine Light. The Confinement had not been completed yet. As long as the middle-aged man retreated a few feet, he would be able to escape death.
Zhao Nanhai was no longer worried. The tall and thin old man finally heaved a sigh of relief.
In that instant, the blood gauze around the Sacred Sedan of Judgment began to move even though there was no wind. The gauze that had been cut by the middle-aged man's Taoist Sword fell down slowly. A figure dashed out of the sedan like a fairy and crossed dozens of feet in an instant. She flew past the tall and thin old man and came before the middle-aged man.
It was Ye Hongyu. She held her natal sword and stabbed at the middle-aged man.
There were gasps in the front yard of Peach Mountain.
No one would have thought that Ye Hongyu would leave the Sacred Sedan of Judgment and risk her life as a Great Divine Priest. In the world of cultivation, no one would choose close combat except for martial arts cultivators and the powerhouses of the Devil's Doctrine. Even the Sword Garret of South Jin Kingdom, which was particular about keeping one foot in front of the opponent, would not go near the opponent.
Ye Hongyu had her own reasons.
She had been used to close combat since she was very young. That was because no matter how fast the Taoist Sword could fly, it would not be as direct as a sword thrust forward. Only by watching the enemy die in front of her could she ensure that the enemy would not come back to life. Later on, she fought with Ning Que and learned a lot from him. Even though she did not have the fearless body of the powerhouses of the Devil's Doctrine like Ning Que who cultivated the Great Spirit, she had learned from Liu Bai's sword.
That sword was a matter of course. If it wanted to stab someone, it would stab them. As long as the enemy was within a foot in front of her, there was no way to escape. Even the heavens and the earth could not avoid it!
What if the enemy was not in front of her when they were dozens of feet apart? If the Green Mountain did not come to her, then she would come to her. If she came to her, then she would come within a foot of her, then she would die.
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The middle-aged man was the closest to her sword. He could clearly feel the killing intent from the sword. He could smell fear and death.
At this moment, his natal sword had been destroyed, so there was no way he could avoid this sword. He quickly used the West-Hill Divine Skill and gathered the Divine Flame between his palms, turning it into a ball of blazing light in an attempt to block this terrifying sword.
The tall and thin old man was using his right palm to resist the Confinement of Sword Rain. Seeing that his Younger Brother was in a desperate situation, his face turned extremely serious. He pointed his left hand at a distance.
This was not a simple move. The tip of his finger was full of Divine Flame, like a blooming flower. A thin Divine Flame shot out from the flower. Although they were dozens of feet apart, the tip of his finger seemed to be pressing on Ye Hongyu's back.
Ye Hongyu felt the change behind her, but her expression did not change. She held her Natal Taoist Sword and continued to stab the middle-aged man. After the Taoist Sword stabbed into the ball of light made of Divine Flame, it made a sizzling sound. But it did not stop, because her sword was also burning with Divine Flame.
She ignored the finger coming from behind because she had to deal with the sneak attack of the tall and thin old man. The middle-aged man would take the opportunity to escape. The most troublesome thing was that Zhao Nanhai would be able to react as soon as she could. She was not afraid, but she would not be able to kill the middle-aged man.
She had to kill the middle-aged man, even if she was injured. Because she was the great Judgment. Anyone who dared to challenge her would be sentenced to death.
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Ye Hongyu's sword stabbed into the middle-aged man's chest, piercing through his heart. The sound of the beating meat could be heard from the front yard of Peach Mountain.
Blood spurted out. The middle-aged man screamed and fell to the ground.
Zhao Nanhai, who was standing by the side, let out an angry roar. The tall and thin old man's face turned livid. He withdrew his right palm and attacked her with all his strength, ignoring the Confinement of Sword Rain.
The tall and thin old man's fingertip had already crossed the distance of dozens of feet and landed on Ye Hongyu's back. As he attacked with all his strength, Haotian's Divine Flame followed his finger.
Ye Hongyu was about to kill someone, but she had no time to turn around or react. Just when everyone thought she was about to be seriously injured, a golden flower suddenly bloomed on her back.
It was right in front of the finger with Divine Flame!
The golden flower was pure and holy. It was the Haotian's Divine Flame condensed by the West-Hill Divine Skills. Only Divine Flame could resist the Divine Flame. When the finger and the flower touched, Haotian's Divine Flame of the same origin sprayed everywhere. The front yard of Peach Mountain looked like fireworks. It was so beautiful that it was impossible to look at it directly.
The tall and thin old man was one of the most senior Divine Priests in the South Sea, second only to Zhao Nanhai. In terms of West-Hill Divine Skills, he was more powerful than Ye Hongyu, and his cultivation was also more profound. The dazzling fireworks produced by the collision of Haotian's Divine Flame did not last long before dimming, which meant that he had won.
The people of the Divine Halls of West-Hill shouted in shock. Some of them looked anxiously at the sacred sedan, hoping that the Hierarch Lord could save Ye Hongyu at this critical moment.
However, what happened next was beyond everyone's expectation.
The tall and thin old man's fingertip crushed the golden flower on Ye Hongyu's back from dozens of feet away. It fell on her blood-red Gown of Judgment and tore it again, piercing into her flesh.
And at this moment, in her flesh that was pierced by the finger intent, a golden thread suddenly popped out!
The golden thread was very thin and seemed to be weightless. However, it was incredibly fast, like lightning. It followed the Divine Flame of the tall and thin old man and arrived in front of him!
Because the speed was too fast, the thin golden thread actually gave off a violent feeling!
The tall and thin old man let out a strange cry and withdrew Haotian's Divine Flame as fast as he could, trying to avoid it. However, the golden thread was made of some unknown material. Not only was it not afraid of the purifying power of Haotian's Divine Flame, it was even moving at the same speed. It curled up along his fingertip and suddenly tightened!
Without a sound, a finger fell on the ground!
There was no blood on the wound because it was sealed by the Divine Flame. In fact, if it were not for the tall and thin old man's quick reaction, the golden thread might have cut off his entire palm.
The aura of Heaven and Earth in the front yard of Peach Mountain stirred slightly. Ye Hongyu floated back to the sacred sedan like a red maple leaf.
When she floated past Zhao Nanhai, she glanced at him without any emotion in her eyes.
The finger fell without a sound. The front yard of Peach Mountain was even more silent.
The tall and thin old man looked at his broken finger in silence.
Zhao Nanhai looked down at the peach blossom petals at his feet and said nothing.
The rest of the people from the South Sea surrounded the dead middle-aged man in silence.
Xiaoyu, the girl from the South Sea, was pale. She could not believe what she had just seen.
The silence was broken by two light coughs.
Then came the sound of the Sword of Judgment being sheathed.
In the blood-colored sacred sedan, Ye Hongyu rested her chin on her hand and closed her eyes again. She seemed to be tired.
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