Clang!
It was like the most beautiful music in the world.
Just as Shen Tun's bloody mouth was about to swallow Yan Li's head, his body instantly fell back into pieces.
Yan Li slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbid air. Everything was like a dream, because even he himself did not realize that he had drawn his sword. But at that moment, he could already feel a little of what Yan Wushuang felt.
Perhaps the true name of drawing the sword did not enhance the Unparalleled Swift Sword much, but it had become a possible opportunity for it to be born.
This opportunity was the artistic conception itself. The artistic conception of the Unparalleled Swift Sword was so fast that even he could not perceive it.
This was the natural origin.
And the Hidden Blade, which was born from the second style of Green Lotus and the Hidden Sword Technique, replaced the function of the true name.
He did not immerse himself in that realm for long. Soon, he was pulled back to reality by the wailing.
Shen Tun's broken body twisted strangely on the ground. His head and bloody mouth were both wailing. One was like a mad beast, the other was like a mad beast.
This existence was evil. Should it be completely eradicated?
Yan Li was not a moralist. He suddenly thought of the kindness that Shen Tun had shown before. Although he was puzzled, he felt that Shen Tun was quite funny when he was in his normal state of being silly.
But at this moment, he was in a different position. He was an enemy.
He never had any extra pity for his enemies.
He reached out to hold the hilt of the Arc Light. Compared to the rejection he felt at the beginning, it was much better now. Although he could not get the sword's wholehearted service, it could not display its true power. But it was not easy to damage. He could inject external force into it without any qualms. Compared to the Green Steel Sword, it was much better.
There was no need to hesitate.
This time, he had the same feeling as the first time. But he felt that drawing the sword itself was still a failure. It was not easy to enter that perfect state.
Even so, Shen Tun's head was chopped into even finer pieces. There was only one wailing sound, accompanied by the wriggling of the body. It was slower than before, as if it was more difficult to repair.
Then the question was, how many times could this thing die? What was sustaining its life force? How could it be killed completely?
Among the currently known techniques, there was no ultimate art that could allow one to infinitely repair one's physical body. Moreover, the Human Immortal Body of the Martial Way was the current limit for cultivators. Legend had it that there was the Paragon Body that could grant eternal life, but legends were just legends after all.
The last time he killed Vulture, it was also under the state of perfect "World Power" that he completely destroyed Vulture's physical body. He believed that it would take a long time to recover, and it could be said to be reborn.
In other words, there was no such thing as a fatal weakness in the body of a Celestial follower. They wouldn't die even if they were completely destroyed. Their hearts and heads were as insignificant as fingernails.
While the destruction of Shen Tun's body continued, the sky above his head suddenly lit up.
At this hour?
It was not even dawn yet!
Subconsciously looking up, he saw a ball of fire that was even larger than the one before descending from the sky.
Four-star Wild Song!
Calculating the time, the interval was longer than three or two stars. This was not important. It was not surprising that a stronger four-star would take a longer time to prepare.
How was the Tyrant going to deal with it?
His gaze shifted to Ji Polu.
Ji Polu still did not move. The one who moved was Yuan Fushun.
"Still risking his life at this age. Has the tradition of respecting the old and cherishing the young been thrown to the back of Java?"
Yuan Fushun sighed and stood up. Upon closer inspection, one would realize that he was indeed very old. Under the illumination of the firelight, his white hair revealed the desolation of a decaying life that was usually undetectable.
He slowly walked out of the crowd with his hunched back. Arriving at the center of the field, he took out his Azure Moon Sword out of nowhere. His left hand formed a sword finger and slowly slid it along the sword's edge, as though he was wiping away dust. However, a strange sword light was pushed out from the sword.
It was unknown what rushed into the sky.
He suddenly muttered in a low voice, "Azure Moon …"
His hunched back straightened, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to disappear. It was as though he had returned to his youthful vigor.
"Cloud Piercing Slit!"
The Azure Moon Sword danced like a swimming fish dragon, shining with moonlight.
A clear radiance rose up and collided with the Four-star Wild Song.
Boom!
In an instant, from afar, the entire Parting Hatred Palace seemed to be engulfed in flames from the explosion.
Yan Li quickly covered his eyes. The intense shockwave caused him to feel like a small boat in a storm. Not to mention determining the direction, he could not even stand steadily. He was forced to retreat continuously.
His heart trembled uncontrollably.
The Four-star Wild Song was already like this. What about later?
When the shockwave dissipated, the battlefield recovered from its deathly stillness. The sounds of fighting could be heard once more.
Yan Li pulled on his earlobe to recover his hearing a little. He looked left and right, but Shen Tun was nowhere to be seen. Ji Hyun-woon and Lianhai Tingtao were also swept to some corner.
He had to find him first.
… …
"Cough cough … I'm really getting old …"
Yuan Fushun landed on a roof and coughed twice. He scanned the battlefield, then turned his gaze to the Heaven Sect members in mid-air.
"Although I have to admit that I'm getting old, if I don't teach you youngsters a lesson, how will I have the face to stand in this world?" He stood up and pointed his sword at the Heaven Sect's leader, the Dragon.
The Dragon stood quietly in mid-air, not moving an inch.
"Your opponents are us." Hei Jin, who was covered in shining metal, rushed forward.
The sword ray slashed at him, but only a "clang" sound could be heard. It did not hurt him at all.
The "us" Hei Jin mentioned obviously included the shy youth.
The skinny youth's movements were also shy, controlling the jade pot from afar.
The jade pot tipped over, and the sound of water could be heard.
The Dragon's gaze was always on Ji Polu.
But he realized that Ji Polu did not look at him.
He knew who Ji Polu was looking at. That person destroyed the Giant Deer Realm 20 years ago. He was once the most likely candidate to become the next strongest Sword Immortal.
No matter who it was, they would not be able to eat or sleep in peace if they were targeted by such a person.
He slowly took a step forward. Just one step, and he was already in front of Ji Polu. He used his fingers as a sword and stabbed silently.
… …
"Xing is dead."
"What did you say?"
"I never like to repeat myself."
"Who killed him?"
"The Asura Tribe's … God."
Ji Polu recalled and clenched his fists.
He did not even look at the Heaven Sect's leader's sword finger.
In the blink of an eye, when the sword finger was about to touch Ji Polu, it was as if it had hit an iron wall, and could not advance an inch.
Then, a terrifying fist force exploded out of nowhere.
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