Di Hao stepped towards Ye Wuchen. The Bell of Burying God shook one's mind, and Ye Wuchen felt a terrible attack in his mind. His sword will trembled.
In his mind, a sword rang and was extremely dazzling, but the sword trembled under the sound of the bell.
The Bell of Burying God wanted to break the sword and shatter it.
A ray of dazzling light melded into the sword, protecting it. Terrible sword will shot out of his eyes, piercing into the eyes of Di Hao, who was walking towards him.
Ye Wuchen's sword spirit was of the spiritual attribute. His spiritual power had been tempered by the sword and was indestructible. His own sword will was also extremely strong.
The heart of a swordsman was traceless, and his path was indestructible.
But even so, the Bell of Burying God still made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
However, he still stepped forward. The sword will moved with his body, and his will covered the sky. The world between him and Di Hao turned into a world of illusory swords. There were swords everywhere between heaven and earth.
Di Hao glanced at the illusory swordsmanship space. His expression was indifferent. The bell was still ringing, testing whether the illusion was real or fake.
At the same time, the cauldron flew up. There was a pattern carved on it, and it seemed to have the power of dragons and elephants. Countless cauldrons fell down towards Ye Wuchen, trying to crush the space there.
The Seventh Swordsman was not here, and Di Hao was the first person below Saint Plane in Dali. One could imagine how strong he was. His path was almost infinitely close to Saint Plane, and he had already taken one step towards it.
Ye Wuchen felt as if he was withstanding thousands of pounds of force, but his back was still straight, like the spine of a sword.
His hands intertwined in front of him, forming a sword mudra. In an instant, thousands of swords floated in the air, surrounding him, pointing straight at the void.
The infinite swords seemed to turn into a sword matrix, surrounding Ye Wuchen's body and clanging. The swords broke through the air one after another, heading towards the sky, blasting towards the descending cauldron.
Above Ye Wuchen's head, there was a shocking sound of collision. The cauldron of the Great Path spun, crushing down, and the swordsmanship swallowed and spat, wanting to become the path of shattering and destroy it.
Even stronger sword will surrounded Ye Wuchen, and all around him were swords.
However, the cultivation of swordsmanship did not mean that the more swords there were, the stronger one would be. Using swords to fight depended on the power of the sword.
"Borrowing the sword for the path."
Ye Wuchen's expression was solemn. He closed his eyes and put his hands in front of him to form a seal. Holy light bloomed from his body, and wisps of will flew towards the sword of heaven and earth, merging with it.
Suddenly, Ye Wuchen's body became ethereal, as if he was not real.
Wisps of sword will flowed on his body. He seemed to have become a part of the swords of heaven and earth. Every sword appeared in his mind. The swords of heaven and earth were like his limbs, a part of his body.
The sword, inherited the Dao of heaven and earth, could shatter the void.
"Clang!" A sword pierced through the air and slammed into a falling cauldron. The Dragon-Elephant Treasured Cauldron let out a violent roar and continued to press down.
"Clang …" Another sword followed.
The sound of tremors rang out incessantly. It wasn't just this cauldron, but all the other cauldrons that were falling down. There were swords that pierced through the air. When the swords covered the space below the cauldron, cracks appeared on the cauldron.
There was a loud noise as if the void had exploded. All the cauldrons were shattered and turned into nothingness, annihilated in an instant.
Di Hao stared at Ye Wuchen. At this moment, the ethereal Ye Wuchen was like a statue, standing there motionless. It was as if he had become a sword of the Great Path.
He knew that Ye Wuchen didn't have much resistance at this moment. If the sword was broken, he would be miserable.
Di Hao stepped out into the void and walked towards the top of Ye Wuchen's head. The Treasured Cauldron Life Spirit roared out and descended above Ye Wuchen's head. It continued to grow, turning into a divine cauldron that covered the sky, containing the Great Path within it.
From above the Treasured Cauldron, the light of the Great Path that could destroy everything fell. Endless illusions of the Treasured Cauldron continued to fall. The world seemed to have turned into a land of death. The swords clanged, seeming to be suppressed and unable to move.
The clanging swords continued to spin. The will of the Great Path of Shattering and the will of the Great Path of Suppression fought against each other, tearing apart the space that suppressed the world. It went up against the momentum and shattered the illusions of the Treasured Cauldron. At the same time, it attacked the Treasured Cauldron Life Spirit.
However, when the swords arrived, the Treasured Cauldron only shook a little and actually sped up to suppress them.
Ye Wuchen's hands pointed up into the sky. Thousands of sword wills rose against the momentum and blasted on the Treasured Cauldron of Dragons and Elephants, causing its descent to slow down. The two forces were in a frenzy.
Di Hao, who was above the void, had his sword spirit clanging. Swords of Kasyapa coalesced around him.
At this moment, many Swords of Kasyapa that had coalesced pointed in the direction of Ye Wuchen, following his finger forward.
The swords came out and pierced through the air, ignoring the distance between them.
Ye Wuchen seemed to have sensed it. Suddenly, all the swords lined up in front of him, protecting his body. They shot out in all directions, colliding with the Swords of Kasyapa that were flying towards him. The swords shattered and exploded together.
Di Hao stepped forward, and the sound of the bell shook the sky. The Swords of Kasyapa continued to coalesce, slashing down, destroying and regenerating.
"How many swords do you have?" Di Hao's voice melded with the sound of the bell of the Great Path, and it rang out. Under the attacks of three forces, Ye Wuchen was under unparalleled pressure. A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but he did not make a sound. His eyes were still tightly shut.
There were not many people watching Ye Wuchen's battle at the edge of the Crimson River. Most of their gazes were on others, such as Yu Sheng's battle against the three great cultivators of the Demon Peacock Emperor's Realm. The air trembled, and the power of each attack was unparalleled and shocking.
But Ye Futian was paying more attention to the battle between Ye Wuchen and the others.
This battle was not the Battle of the Sleeping Dragon. There was no point in Yu Sheng helping Ye Wuchen and the others.
They had insisted on participating in this battle because they wanted to experience a battle like this. What was the point of Yu Sheng fighting for them?
Di Hao's three souls appeared, and he was close to the Great Path. Under his full attack, even though Ye Wuchen had made great progress, he was still being suppressed.
It was not just Ye Wuchen. At this moment, Huang Jiuge was also being suppressed by Dong Chen.
Dong Chen's Vajra body was towering, like a Vajra Saint. His many arms blasted out palm prints of the Great Path at the same time, suppressing the world.
Huang Jiuge's Life Spirit bloomed, and his Renhuang Body was towering like a Renhuang. It was a pity that it only had the form, not the power. But even so, the Renhuang Body held the sword in both hands and pointed it at the sky, shattering the palm prints that came crashing down until the terrible Vajra Palm Print came crashing down, pressing Huang Jiuge to the ground and making it difficult for him to move. His arms trembled slightly.
Moreover, Dong Chen did not give him a chance to resist. After suppressing him, thousands of phantoms roared out and descended in front of Huang Jiuge. Many phantoms overlapped, and he struck out with a finger, pointing at Huang Jiuge's brow.
Dong Chen's strongest attack was the Destruction of God. When this finger fell, it contained the killing power of the Great Path, destroying one's spiritual soul.
Huang Jiuge stared at the incoming figure of Dong Chen and roared. Renhuang's light flowed on his body, and an incomparably overbearing power swept out, slamming into Dong Chen's body. But it still could not stop this finger.
As the finger fell, an incomparably terrible strangling power rushed into Huang Jiuge's brow, raging in his mind, destroying everything.
At this moment, blood seeped from Huang Jiuge's brow. He closed his eyes, and a Renhuang will protected his spiritual will. But the will at the tip of the finger still frantically destroyed the power of his spiritual will.
"You still won't admit defeat?" Dong Chen's voice came out, shaking Huang Jiuge's mind.
In Huang Jiuge's mind, his spiritual will continued to explode and vanish. Wisps of bright divine light flowed, as if bringing him back to the past.
In the battle of the Imperial Mausoleum, his father died guarding the Imperial Mausoleum. He used his life in exchange for him entering the Imperial Mausoleum and inheriting his ancestor's Renhuang Great Path.
He inherited the Great Path, and his ancestor used Renhuang will to cleanse his spiritual will power and teach him the Great Path.
But why had he not comprehended the Great Path until today?
He was ashamed of his father's death, and he was ashamed of his ancestor.
Blood continued to flow from his brow, but the light was still bright. Huang Jiuge had not given up.
When Ye Futian saw this, he was shocked and speechless. After the battle of the Imperial Mausoleum, Huang Jiuge's temperament had changed. He was no longer as bold as before, but more reserved and silent.
In that battle, Huang Xi had exchanged his life for the will of his ancestor.
Presumably, Huang Jiuge carried a very heavy burden in his heart. Wuchen saw this far more clearly than Jiuge. His heart of the sword was pure and flawless.
He hoped that one day, Jiuge would be able to see through it.
At this time, in Huang Jiuge's mind, images flashed. He seemed to see the spectacular scene when he inherited his ancestor's Renhuang.
His ancestor rode on Renhuang's chariot. The chariot rumbled, and the world prostrated. Where the sword pointed, the universe lost its color.
Carrying a longsword and an imperial bow, the anger of the heavens and the might of the gods.
How magnificent was this?
But now, he had inherited his ancestor's legacy, but now he was being suppressed, unable to comprehend the will of the Great Path.
Between heaven and earth, the wind and clouds surged, and the Renhuang will on Huang Jiuge's body was vast and boundless, spreading towards the heavens and the earth. A suffocating pressure enveloped the world, as if a real Renhuang had descended.
Huang Jiuge's eyes were closed, as if he had forgotten that he was under attack. There was only that magnificent scene.
Forgetting the power of rules that he cultivated, forgetting the Great Path, he just used his heart to feel the scene. Before his father died, he used the power of his ancestor Renhuang to enter the Great Path. Had he ever seen the magnificent scene that he saw?
Dong Chen frowned. He suddenly felt a strong pressure. This pressure was everywhere, like the true might of Renhuang.
It was as if this world could not accommodate other Great Paths.
Even the body of Renhuang on Huang Jiuge's body seemed to become even more majestic and powerful. A supreme pressure bloomed from it, causing his Vajra body to feel a huge pressure.
At this time, Huang Jiuge opened his eyes. His eyes seemed to have changed, becoming incomparably domineering. At a glance, Dong Chen only felt that he had to bow down.
"Boom!" An extremely overbearing aura swept out, and a terrible illusion appeared between heaven and earth. The chariot crushed the heavens and the earth, rushing forward, madly bombarding Dong Chen's body. He felt that his will of the Great Path was being suppressed.
This was the Way of Renhuang. He could naturally see that the person he was fighting had the blood of Renhuang flowing in his body, but had not comprehended the Great Path.
But at this moment, he comprehended the might of Renhuang!
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