"Take this!"
As soon as Wen Jing heard the word "blade", he saw purple lightning all over the sky. Blade radiance crisscrossed and crackled. The indomitable giant figure was faster than the sound. Together with the blade, the light and the Qi, it had already attacked Wen Jing.
"Boom!"
Streaks of purple lightning blade radiance fell. With unparalleled power, Mengqi directly crashed into Wen Jing's blade circle. "Clang!
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Clang! "A series of crisp clashing sounds connected into one. The two blades attacked and blocked at a speed that was almost invisible to those who had just entered the Exterior. Mengqi relied on the momentum of Mount Tai Surpassing the North Sea to force Wen Jing to retreat step by step. The Yang, firm, and righteous Thunderbolt dispersed and evaporated the skeleton-like Green Demon Soul.
Wen Jing felt as if he had returned to his childhood, encountering tides at the seaside. Wave after wave, wave after wave, continuous and never-ending, crushing him to the point that he almost couldn't breathe!
In the lightning and smoke, the Law Phenomenon Mengqi raised his right hand. "Heaven Inflicted Pain" slowly fell as if it was dragging the whole world. It was so heavy that Mengqi's body trembled a little.
The sky became dark and the river stopped shaking. The wind and thunder all condensed at the tip of the blade, transforming into a needle-sized pitch-black shadow!
Mengqi's fighting spirit was high. His Vital Spirit shook the void and let out a thunderous sound.
"Take another strike from me!"
As soon as the sound ended, the long blade suddenly accelerated and fell. The void seemed to be distorted, and the heaviness made it seem like the sky was collapsing.
Suddenly, a huge Green Demon Blade condensed with brilliance blocked in front of Mengqi's Heaven Inflicted Pain. The two blades collided silently, and the heavy power disappeared instantly!
Wen Jing's body swelled up to about ten feet. He used his trump card. A real, ferocious demon shadow with two horns on its head appeared behind him. Evil Qi soared to the sky. The Green Demon Blade turned and the heaviness that could crush the sky reappeared, but it was reflected back. Boom!
"Bang!"
Mengqi was bounced back. Half of his right hand was numb. His heart skipped a beat as he recognized Wen Jing's skill.
Heavenly Demon Slaughtering God Art!
At this moment, the ninth level of the altar was nearing completion. Jiang Zhiwei was surrounded by several Peerless Master Pros of the imperial court. Although they were almost defeated, they could not join forces with Mengqi for the time being. Elsewhere, Ruan Yushu's zither music was neutralizing the Taoist masters who were hiding in the dark. The Exterior masters from the upper levels of the altar flew down, intending to besiege the two of them!
I can't give him the chance to use his cultivation technique, or else I'll be held back! In midair, the situation reflected in his mind. Mengqi had already made a decision.
Turning in mid-air, his posture was elegant. Borrowing the force of the recoil just now, Mengqi stabbed out with Flowing Fire. It was still the All Things Return to Void, and the tip of the sword pierced through the air!
Wen Jing had no time to change his move with such a fast reaction speed. The gloomy green saber once again blocked the long sword. It absorbed the heavy force, reflected it back, and bounced Mengqi up again.
Mengqi's Qi and blood were churning and his left hand was numb, but he didn't waver at all. He turned around again, grew two more arms, and used "All Things to Void" again!
"Take another strike from me!"
Ding, ding, ding! Ding, ding, ding!
Even though a certain move of the Celestial Monster God-slaying Technique was good at absorbing the opponent's force and reflecting the attack, making the collision of weapons almost silent, over and over again, a saber followed a sword. The void was still shaken, and the sound of wood being chopped could be heard.
Bouncing up and down continuously, Mengqi was like a rolling eagle, but he was getting heavier and heavier.
"Take another strike from me!"
With a roar, Mengqi turned around again, and "Heaven Inflicted Pain" slashed down. The void seemed to be torn apart, and a pitch-black crack appeared at the tip of the saber!
Wen Jing had lost the upper hand and could only defend passively. He was secretly annoyed. "If I could use secret treasures in this mission, I would have taken you down long ago!"
Of course, a similar thought also appeared in Mengqi's mind.
Clang!
The sound of metal clashing spread far and wide. Many people who were engaged in a fierce battle trembled, and actually fainted!
Wen Jing felt as if a real mountain was pressing down on him. Finally, he could not absorb all the weight and took a few steps back.
Mengqi forcefully attacked and spat out a mouthful of blood. Taking advantage of the recoil and the opportunity of Wen Jing's retreat, he turned his body and rushed to the upper levels of the altar. He no longer cared about Wen Jing, because he saw Jiang Zhiwei killing all the Exterior masters who were besieging him and stabbing him with her sword.
He did not have time to cooperate with Jiang Zhiwei to quickly kill Wen Jing. Now he had to race against time to advance, because the altar was almost completed!
Wen Jing's demonic aura rushed out and disrupted heaven and earth. Jiang Zhiwei's six senses were disturbed, and her long sword deviated. Although she quickly corrected it with the Sky-reaching Sword Heart, Wen Jing had already dodged. With a wave of his long saber, the billowing demonic aura and ghosts turned into a cyclone, rushing to the back of Mengqi and entangling him. The effect was somewhat similar to the God-tying Rope!
At this moment, Mengqi changed against the wind, and the cyclone lost its target and disappeared.
Without stopping, Mengqi strode up and rushed to the upper levels of the altar.
Jiang Zhi Wei faced Wen Jing, who had transformed into the Heavenly Demon Form and expanded his body. The gap between their realms and strength was widened, but she was not afraid at all. Her eyes revealed the Form of Taishang Sword King, and she displayed her swordsmanship to its fullest.
Mengqi, who was running wildly, seemed to feel the change below.
There, the sword aura rose, and there seemed to appear the bright Jiang Zhiwei, the generous Jiang Zhiwei, the cheerful Jiang Zhiwei, the smiling Jiang Zhiwei, the sad Jiang Zhiwei, the lost Jiang Zhiwei, and the depressed Jiang Zhiwei. At the same time, there seemed to be Jiang Zhiwei who cut off all kinds of feelings, Jiang Zhiwei who devoted herself to the sword, Jiang Zhiwei who diligently studied, Jiang Zhiwei who had a heart like a mirror and a will like a sword, and Jiang Zhiwei who had a firm goal, and Jiang Zhiwei who did not attach herself to anyone or anything, and only wanted to be herself. This was the ruthless sword.
However, all the Jiang Zhiwei were unified in a pair of deep eyes. The Great Way was ruthless, and all things were like straw dogs. Heaven and earth had feelings, and all things were one. The Taishang Sword King seemed to have feelings, and there was no difference between them. There was no difference between each thought and each image of herself!
It was as if there were multiple Jiang Zhiwei waving their swords. It was as if the sword moves she had mastered were being unleashed one by one with some indescribable mystery. With his back facing her, he did not have time to carefully observe or sense anything. Instead, he was able to experience the true artistic conception within.
This was her path, her Dao!
This was Jiang Zhiwei. She did not live for love, nor was she afraid of death. She did not exist because she was someone else's friend, disciple, senior sister, or the object of someone else's love. She was herself. She was Jiang Zhiwei, the one and only Jiang Zhiwei!
At this moment, Wen Jing felt that the changes he had made to the Dharma and Logos of Heaven and Earth were cut off by the sword. The Demonic Aura and ghosts were constantly destroyed, and the suppression of the enemy's realm fell to the bottom. The sword light came from all directions, mixed with feelings and ruthlessness. Wen Jing could only pull himself together and display the Nine Techniques of Celestial Monster to slowly turn the situation around.
Although he was confident that he would win in the end, in such a tense and urgent situation, being temporarily suppressed meant that he had lost control of the situation!
He cursed the Dominator of Samsara in Six Realms in his heart. The enemy was unexpectedly strong, and he could not use secret treasures. This was not an ordinary Group-rivaling task, but a Death Level task!
If he went back like this, he was afraid that he would have to sell everything he had to ensure that he would not be obliterated!
With this thought in mind, he activated the secret method. His breath rose again, and the Demonic Aura filled the air, covering the sky. Demonic shadows shot toward Jiang Zhiwei like sharp arrows.
However, Jiang Zhiwei did not retreat. She also used the desperate method of Sword Washing Pavilion and the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Skill to fight against him. She was still temporarily at an advantage.
Thump, thump, thump. Mengqi strode forward. The two Exterior masters killed his doppelgangers and rushed to intercept him.
Suddenly, Mengqi's body became heavy, as if he was bound by the earth. At this moment, the sound of the zither spread far and wide, and his body became light.
With a step and a flash of saber light, Mengqi rushed forward. An Exterior master was hit by his Law Phenomenon and was sent flying away. He fainted!
The other master's right hand was cut off at the shoulder, and his Precious Weapon fell to the ground. He wanted to retreat.
Without looking back, Mengqi continued to rush forward. The sound of the zither and the Taoist arts were fighting and canceling each other out.
A Peerless Master appeared in front of him, holding a strange weapon, and attacked from afar.
Mengqi tilted his body and dodged the attack. At the same time, he did not stop moving. After two steps forward, the saber light flashed.
Thump. The Peerless Master's body was cut in half at the waist. He fell to the ground in pain and screamed. But his strong vitality kept him alive.
Another few masters blocked his way. Mengqi lowered his head and rushed forward. The saber light flashed again.
The limbs fell to the ground, and blood spurted out. The Exterior masters were stunned.
…
Above the Nu River, Ruan Yushu's forehead was drenched in sweat. She continued to use the Thousand Mile Murderous Sound technique to play various zither tunes, contending against the Taoist master. Even though her realm was one level lower, she had the advantage in terms of the outstanding music score and the innate heart of the zither.
She was surrounded by phoenixes, hundreds of birds singing, immortals flying, and ancient bells ringing, creating a dream-like scene.
The remaining battleships of the imperial court, which had been disrupted by the divine weapon, noticed the abnormality. They drove their ships to attack instead of defending.
Zhao Heng took a step forward. His body seemed to turn into a gust of wind. Along with his sword, a hurricane formed on the river, setting off waves and overturning a broken battleship. Hu Zhigao, Hou Yue, and other masters and ships of the Revolutionary Army joined the battle to prevent the enemy from interfering.
Du Huaishang could protect himself but not attack. He simply threw out the driftwood and retreated to a safer place. He focused on communicating with the Sword of Divine Mandate!
…
One slash after another. At this time, Mengqi was very grateful to Jiang Zhiwei for suggesting that he exchange for the Saber of the Jade. Together with the Big Bang Technique, it worked wonders. None of the Exterior masters who came to block his way could withstand a single slash!
The ninth floor was in sight. Mengqi's Law Phenomenon was coming to an end. His figure began to move forward in a zigzag pattern to avoid being locked on by the divine weapon or drowned by the range attack.
He could only endure the time wasted!
Suddenly, he heard a clear sound in his ears, and his pupils shrank violently.
The altar was completed!
Several Exterior masters of the Cult of the Gory Seas left the ninth floor. Crown Prince Shen Yunqing began to sacrifice the treasures and masters who had died before.
"There's still a chance. There's still a chance to destroy it before it's fully activated!" Mengqi had never given up until he saw the coffin. He gritted his teeth and rapidly approached the ninth floor in a zigzag pattern.
Once he entered the attack range, which had been reduced by the divine breath, he would immediately use the Fruits of Karma!
He had not used the last Fruits of Karma on Wen Jing because he wanted to use it on Shen Yunqing who had a divine weapon!
Suddenly, Mengqi felt an extreme sense of danger. He subconsciously swung the long saber in his right hand to the side while sword light burst forth from his left hand. One split into two, two split into four, layer by layer, in an attempt to nullify the attack.
Only then did he catch a glimpse of a shadow. A golden spear was charging at him with the tail end, almost breaking through the void!
Du Gushi's weapon had been changed to a Zhanmadao. He swung it with great force, suppressing Immortal Wanshi and Qi Zhengyan.
He truly lived up to his reputation of being peerless in saber, spear, fists, and kicks!
Qi Zhengyan's experience and skills were far superior to his, but he was still suppressed for a moment.
The golden spear charged at him with a terrifying momentum. It was so fast that Mengqi could only react hastily. Wen Jing's voice shook the airflow.
"The altar is complete. You're dead!"
"Save the zither girl. If you delay time, you won't be able to stop it!"
"If you don't save the zither girl, your Taoist arts won't be able to stop it!"
"In any case, you're dead!"
He slowly turned the tables in his confrontation with Jiang Zhiwei. His cries were like curses and pronouncements!
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