The petals drifted in the wind, dense and numerous like a sea.
Bie Yanghong's figure appeared in the sea of flowers, his feet stepping on the air as he attacked the blue-clothed visitor.
When the Demon Lord had entered Mount Han and the Elder of Heavenly Secrets had sent a message to the world, Bie Yanghong had been in the distant Ten Thousand Years Pavilion in the south, but he had been the first to arrive at Mount Han.
Even amongst the experts of the Divine Domain, he was the strongest in terms of speed and long-distance raiding ability.
As he saw the sky full of red petals sealing off his path, the blue-clothed visitor knew that his chance had passed.
If he could not forcefully push back Bie Yanghong, he would inevitably be caught by this person and unable to escape.
The blue-clothed visitor gave a fierce howl. Circulating the energy of his entire life, he turned and thrust his palms forward.
Countless rays of awe-inspiring green light seeped out from the edges of his palms, transforming into extremely sharp flying blades that whistled through the air at Bie Yanghong.
The green blades whistled through the air like a hurricane, extremely cold and sinister. In an extremely short amount of time, the moisture in the air condensed into droplets of water that rained down.
It was like the rain and wind of the sea, its power terrifying beyond compare.
To experts of the Divine Domain, if they were not using true divine artifacts like the Frost God Spear or the Heaven Shrouding Sword, ordinary weapons were far inferior to the weapons formed from their star radiance and true essence. For instance, these flying blades suffused with an awe-inspiring green light. Even a Star Condensation cultivator who had undergone a perfect Purification would have their bones severed and flesh sent flying, their sea of consciousness severed, their Ethereal Palace slashed into ruins. Without a chance to retaliate, they would be killed.
Bie Yanghong did not recognize the blue-clothed visitor, but he knew that his opponent was no weaker than him, so he was naturally very cautious.
His right hand plunged into the sea of red flowers as if he was grabbing something, and then he pulled it out.
Incomparably bright star radiance seeped out from between his brows and his slightly white sideburns.
What he pulled out of the sea of flowers was an illusory sword condensed from star radiance.
A dazzling and pure sword glow illuminated the sky and the sea of flowers. It cut through countless streams of Origin Qi and slashed at the blue-clothed visitor.
No matter how fierce the rain and wind of the sea are, let's see if they can block this sword of mine!
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The blue-clothed visitor had lived in the Great Western Continent for many years. Although he was far away on the ocean, he had always been observing the experts of the continent. Relying on his authority and the assistance of White Emperor City, he had secretly gathered a great deal of information. He had a deep understanding of the fighting styles and strongest techniques of the continent's experts.
As Bie Yanghong's sword slashed down, seventeen methods to deal with it appeared in his sea of consciousness.
The problem was that those seventeen methods all dealt with the Bie Yanghong that he knew of, or more accurately, the Bie Yanghong from before the coup of the Mausoleum of Books.
Today's Bie Yanghong was clearly much stronger than the reports and what he knew.
Like Bie Yanghong's fist that had broken the harmonious sword style of Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong.
For example, his little red flower. No one would have thought that it could actually break its rope and turn into a sea of flowers, sealing off all the passages between heaven and earth.
These methods were clearly Daoist techniques that Bie Yanghong had comprehended after the coup of the Mausoleum of Books.
If this was all, the blue-clothed visitor was still confident that he could force back Bie Yanghong. Perhaps he would have to pay a few injuries, but he would at least not be trapped here.
But the greatest difference between the Bie Yanghong of today and the past was not that his Daoist techniques were more profound or that his techniques were more wondrous, but that his fighting style had changed.
In the hearts of cultivators, Bie Yanghong was a gentle and composed senior expert. Even when he attacked, he had a sense of propriety, a deep sense of righteousness and gentleness.
Today, Bie Yanghong's eyes were still calm, but his expression was no longer gentle. As he flew through the air, countless strands of true essence gushed out of his sleeves. Every move he made seemed to possess the power to shake mountains and move the earth. Every move seemed to see the heavens and earth, to see life and death, unbridled to the extreme, violent to the extreme.
Why was this?
The blue-clothed visitor saw Bie Yanghong's eyes and realized that while they were serene and serene, their depths contained an extremely resolute killing intent.
And then, he saw the white hairs at Bie Yanghong's temples.
The visitor understood the reason. His heart sinking, he exploded with a fierce roar!
Countless blue blades shattered into powder with this roar and then condensed into a halberd in the air!
This halberd was gloomy and gloomy, its tip adorned with three extremely sharp thorns, exuding an awe-inspiring and terrifying aura.
There was a high chance that the artifact spirit of the Great Western Continent's divine artifact, the Sea-Calming Halberd, had reappeared!
Bie Yanghong's expression did not change. His hand gripped the illusory sword formed from star radiance and slashed at the green halberd!
He had pulled this illusory sword out of the sea of flowers. It had no real substance, so it could be absolutely sharp and smooth, similar to Chen Changsheng's Stainless Sword.
But for some reason, a very bright petal was stuck to the blade of the sword, making it very striking.
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The illusory sword of star radiance and the dark green halberd met in the sky.
A ball of Qi emerged from the point of contact, its surface a white stream. Soon after, the ball of Qi was torn to shreds by the boundless light and heat that erupted from the point of contact.
Waves of Qi and light and heat swept out in all directions, causing mud and stone to rustle down from the cliffs. Several hundred thick ancient trees snapped and then began to burn.
The cultivators on the plateau could not clearly see what was happening in that blazing light. They could only faintly make out two figures.
The Prince of Xiang calmly gazed in that direction, his brows slightly arched in thought.
Wuqiong Bi did not turn her head, but she sensed the change in that direction. Alarmed and bewildered, her hand also slowed.
With a tearing sound, the fine strands of the horsetail whisk that bound the iron saber broke one by one, and a tear appeared on his sleeve.
The light in the sky was still dazzling.
Bright red petals madly danced as they retreated, a beautiful rain of petals.
A trickle of golden blood trickled out of Bie Yanghong's ear.
But he seemed to not notice, continuing to stare at the blue-clothed visitor with serene eyes.
The illusory sword of star radiance and the dark green halberd clashed.
The incomparably vigorous true essence and Qi of these two experts of the Divine Domain were engaged in a most dangerous contest.
Suddenly, the bright red petal on the blade of the illusory sword of star radiance shattered into powder.
This petal had come from the little red flower and contained a boundless divine might, secretly following the laws of the world. Yet it had been shattered by the clash of true essence between two experts!
Countless fragments of petals shot toward the blue-clothed visitor, as swift as arrows and far more powerful.
The blue-clothed visitor was currently fighting with Bie Yanghong with his halberd, so he could not dodge. With a grunt, he relied on his cultivation to endure.
With a series of crackling sounds, countless holes appeared on the blue-clothed visitor's bamboo hat. Then, the hat shattered into pieces and was blown away by the wind, revealing the sinister-looking copper mask. Many marks also appeared on his body, from which blood faintly seeped out.
Bie Yanghong would not let this chance go. With a clear whistle, the petals in the sky returned like lightning bolts, attacking the blue-clothed visitor.
The blue-clothed visitor grunted, his true essence madly surging. Even at the risk of worsening his injuries, he managed to jolt Bie Yanghong's sword away. With a wave of his sleeves, he flew up into the sky, looking like a massive seabird.
Bie Yanghong had already called back the red petals. He only needed to avoid this final attack and then he could fly into the sky and escape.
From the moment Bie Yanghong attacked to the moment he finally found a chance to escape, many things seemed to have happened, but only an extremely short amount of time had passed.
If someone had been watching from the side with a timepiece, they would know that there was still an extremely short amount of time until three seconds passed.
The blue-clothed visitor had also been silently counting. He was sure that he had not made a mistake.
The petals in the sky had already reformed into that little red flower. It shot forward like a bolt of lightning and slammed into the blue-clothed visitor's body.
With a crack, several of the visitor's ribs were broken and he vomited blood. But he seemed to feel nothing, not even grunting. Raising his halberd, he rose into the sky.
He pushed his speed to the limit, quickly becoming a black dot in the eyes of the crowd. It seemed like he would melt into the sky in the next moment.
In the next moment.
The black dot grew larger and larger, gradually revealing a figure.
The blue-clothed visitor had returned.
He had been forced back from the sky by a metal blade.
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