The Infinite Sword Technique, an ancient divine skill that once dazzled the world.
This was the information Mo Wangchen obtained when the divine image evolved the sword technique.
The first ti this sword technique appeared was in ancient tis. During a battle of all gods, a sword venerable of the human clan used this technique to slaughter in all directions, leaving behind a resounding reputation.
"This sword is quite similar to my Reincarnation Realm, and if I can successfully rge them, it would indeed be a powerful trump card."
Mo Wangchen murmured to himself, and this is why he needed to comprehend the second form of the Infinite Sword here.
During this transmission of skills by the divine image, Mo Wangchen also obtained another piece of information.
This Infinite Sword Technique consists of three forms: the first form is Sun-Cutting, the second is Moon Piercing, and the third is Lingtian.
Within the first Heaven, the first form he comprehended was Sun-Cutting. Now, the one he is trying to comprehend is Moon Piercing. As for the third form, it might be found in so divine image within the third Heaven.
Compared to the first form, the second form, Moon Piercing, is more intricate. Previously, Mo Wangchen took only three days to comprehend Sun-Cutting, but now, two days have passed, and he hasn’t even comprehended half of the second form, Moon Piercing.
Over these two days, a few people ca to the Absolute Peak. Upon seeing Mo Wangchen, so chose to leave directly, while others tested him, only to be intimidated away by Mo Wangchen.
By the third day, he had nearly comprehended half of the Moon Piercing Technique. By his estimation, within seven days, Mo Wangchen could fully understand this form.
But on this day, a man arrived at the Absolute Peak. He wore purple clothes and held a golden saber, shining with divine light, clearly not an ordinary weapon.
"You are Mo Wangchen?"
The man had just arrived, standing ten steps away from Mo Wangchen, with the golden saber in his hand trembling slightly, emitting an astonishing aura.
"Do you need sothing?"
Mo Wangchen awoke from his state of Sword Enlightennt, slowly opened his eyes, and imdiately recognized this man in purple clothes.
It was one of the five people in Taifeng City several days ago who attempted to take action against Saintess Yunxi alongside Chen Han.
"You have slain nearly a hundred elites from my Northern Desolate in the first Heaven. I am ordered to halt your path in this trial." The man in purple clothes was nad Wen Yuanfei, the leading man who had persistently tried to recruit Saintess Yunxi that night, possessing higher strength than Chen Han.
"On whose orders?"
Mo Wangchen’s gaze was calm as he looked at Wen Yuanfei, and he spoke peacefully.
"Naturally, the Tianlan Saint."
Wen Yuanfei’s gaze was sharp as he continued, "In this trial, my Northern Desolate has the most people, with over three hundred entering the second Heaven belonging to us. If not for you, perhaps even more could have entered the second Heaven."
"Just a group of bumpkins. Even if they enter the second Heaven, they’ll struggle to move further up. I rely cleared them out in the first Heaven in advance, saving them the futile effort." Mo Wangchen chuckled lightly, not at all fazed as if faced with a formidable enemy.
"Oh?"
Upon hearing his words, Wen Yuanfei sneered, "It seems you still don’t understand how unwise it is to oppose my Northern Desolate in these Nine Heavens."
"For the sake of competing for spots and contending for the divine image, I never intended to make enemies, only seeking a path upward. But your Northern Desolate people happened to block my way." Mo Wangchen said again.
"Buzz..."
The golden saber in Wen Yuanfei’s hand trembled violently, and its radiance intensified. Murderous intent was evident in his eyes, "After I defeat you, this divine image will also be mine. Mo Wangchen, you have so fa in the Eastern Desolate, but you shouldn’t have opposed my Northern Desolate. In this trial, the entire Northern Desolate is united, led by Tianlan Saint. Only he is qualified to take the crown; you all are just foils."
"How can anyone be certain of sothing that hasn’t yet occurred? You claim Tianlan Saint must take the crown, but in my view, within these Nine Heavens, everyone’s cultivation is similar, and standout talents abound from the four regions. Who dares claim to be invincible and undefeated in the sa realm?" Mo Wangchen was disdainful.
"The Jiang Family of Northern Desolate, an eternal great family, enjoyed the splendor of the ten Reverse Lifes coexisting in ancient tis. Tianlan Saint Jiang Jiuyun, bearing the Reverse Life Blood, possesses unrivaled talent; this is beyond what you mortals can comprehend."
Upon hearing Wen Yuanfei’s words, Mo Wangchen shook his head, "I never believe in any bloodline power. Indeed, the ten Reverse Lifes coexisting was splendid, but that is the past. If Jiang Jiuyun wants to claim the top, he should demonstrate his strength."
"It’s pointless to argue with you. In the not-too-distant future, you’ll witness Tianlan Saint reigning over the Nine Heavens."
As Wen Yuanfei’s voice fell, the golden saber in his hand shuddered intensely, unleashing boundless saber energy, rolling like a mighty tidal wave, distorting the void.
He slashed with his saber, and the vast saber energy destroyed everything in its path, causing the space to collapse and disintegrate, as if ancient demons and gods had struck, capable of annihilating all living beings in the world.
"Buzz..."
Mo Wangchen snorted coldly, and the Dao Heaven Sword appeared in his hand, cutting through with a single swing, the sword force oscillating, dispelling Wen Yuanfei’s attack.
"Do you intend to duel while seated?"
Wen Yuanfei squinted, while Mo Wangchen remained seated on the cushion, showing no sign of standing up, a clear act of disdain.
"To duel you, sitting suffices." Mo Wangchen chuckled lightly.
"Arrogant!"
Wen Yuanfei’s eyes flashed with cold light, and his murderous intent intensified. The sword light shone upon the Heavenly Vault, drawing down a mighty force, rging into the golden saber, and slashing across.
"Crack, crack..."
The golden sword light was extrely terrifying, as if space itself could not bear its existence and began to collapse.
"Perfect to test my hand."
Mo Wangchen’s expression remained indifferent. Staring at the fearso sword light slashing from the sky, the Dao Heaven Sword in his hand suddenly trembled vehently, and the overwhelming sword sound echoed in all directions.
"Sun-Cutting!"
The first form of the Infinite Sword Technique was unleashed by Mo Wangchen, marking the first ti he’d used it in battle.
"Hmm?"
Countless sword lights erged out of thin air, numbering in the hundreds and thousands, standing tall in the sky. Each sword light seed as dazzling as a bright sun, causing Wen Yuanfei’s expression to change sharply.
He could feel as though these sword lights had locked onto him.
"Crack!"
A thousand swords fell simultaneously, and before they fully descended, the golden sword light was already dispelled by the vast sword force.
"Not good!"
At this mont, Wen Yuanfei truly felt the terror of this move, and his face turned grim, extrely serious.
"Burning Emperor Demon Sword!"
He shouted angrily, throwing the golden saber in his hand, which emitted endless golden light mid-air, and upon appearing, it transford into purple, with demonic qi soaring into the sky, as if the Ancient Demon Venerable had awakened.
The purple sword light slashed out, its might earth-shaking, intending to dispel Mo Wangchen’s thousand swords.
However, to Wen Yuanfei’s disbelief, under Mo Wangchen’s thousand swords, his purple sword light was utterly fragile, swiftly swallowed by the sword light.
Moreover, his thrown golden saber was slashed by a thousand swords, shattering instantly, fragnting into countless pieces that vanished into the air.
"Puff!"
With the golden saber destroyed, Wen Yuanfei’s face turned pale instantly, and he couldn’t help but cough up blood.
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