Night Without End Chapter 1072: 494: Thousand Cicadas Cry in Unison, the World

Capítulo 1072: Chapter 494: Thousand Cicadas Cry in Unison, the World Falls Silent

Cui Chongxiao stood firm outside the arena, shouting his reprimands.

Before the battle, he exerted pressure in this way, a kind of psychological intervention, attempting to break Qin Ming’s tranquil state of mind.

However, his opponent’s eyes were deep and exceptionally strong, provoking him instead to join the fight, specifically asking for a one-on-two battle against the two brothers alone.

He naturally couldn’t take the field; if the Cui Family’s Twin Dragons needed to join forces to deal with a fledgling, their reputation would be utterly ruined, only benefiting the adversary.

Cui Chonghe indicated to his elder brother that there was no need for further words; he would handle everything.

The arena occupied a vast expanse, essentially the relic of an ancient Divine Spirit Martial Hall, and it was here that the battle platform was located. For less crucial duels, Great Yu would not provide such a venue.

All around, white stone pillars emitted an ancient and weathered aura, interwoven with Divine Patterns, and a faint glow flowing into the night sky.

Qin Ming stopped paying attention to the outside and walked into the arena.

Within his flesh and blood, Heavenly Light flowed, as if he were bathed in the morning glow, a strong and vigorous power burst forth.

Ahead, Cui Chonghe in flawless white, his hair cascading behind him, eyes bright as stars, gazed at the approaching opponent, saying, “Youthful spirit, is it worth it?”

Simultaneously, Immortal Light surged around him, particularly behind him, where several Immortal Swords seed to stand side by side, their colorful sword beams piercing the night sky, resonating in unison.

“At this point, you’re saying these words to ?” Qin Ming chuckled.

In the past two days, there had already been rumors circulating that there was no benefit in Cui Chonghe winning, given his slightly higher realm, but the abandoned one insisted on fighting, leaving Cui Chonghe compelled to descend to the arena.

This was the Cui Family and people close to them actively speaking out, emphasizing that Cui Chonghe was forced into this by emphasizing the abandoned one’s “youthful spirit.”

“Everything is because, after receiving your letter, I decided to act, but now discussing these is aningless!” Qin Ming was now less than thirty yards from his opponent.

The ground of the battle arena was full of cracks, along with teors, as if ancient gods had once summoned teors from Outer Heaven, destroying the entire Divine Spirit Martial Hall.

In the night wind, Cui Chonghe’s white clothes fluttered, elegant and handso, as gentle as jade, possessing an ethereal and spiritual temperant. He stepped forward, and the Immortal Swords behind him illuminated with brilliant sword beams, resembling a light wheel covering him.

Ultimately, he was very arrogant, otherwise, he wouldn’t have this battle.

Recently, various matters in the Cui Family had been unfavorable. Cui Changqing, who was supposed to beco a Grandmaster, was murdered, casting a shadow over the thousand-year-old family.

Cui Chonghe was refined and gentle, but inside there was a restless force brewing a fire contrary to his deanor. He was confident, looking at Qin Ming, the mismatch in realms inconsequential to him, rely a fine opportunity to “hone” the opponent.

He maintained his transcendence, seeming otherworldly, signaling, “Make your move!”

Suddenly, a thunderous sound seed to burst in the night sky, as Qin Ming bathed in Heavenly Light, as if adorned in Divine Armor, stepped out and closed the thirty-yard gap instantly, his terrifying punch seemingly piercing the Void, with mist blasting forth and then exploding.

Everyone showed astonishnt; was this really soone from the Heart Lamp Realm? Too fast, almost like teleportation.

Especially the punch light, resembling golden waves crashing forth, engulfing the white-clothed figure ahead, the thunderous sounds deafening.

Cui Chonghe slipped aside like a ghost, and at a crucial mont, stretched out a white palm, gently brushing to strike at Qin Ming’s neck.

Instantly, Immortal Light surged, as if a Heavenly Blade slashed through; although he moved like a Banished Immortal, his thods were incredibly fierce, eager to decapitate the opponent in a single stroke.

Qin Ming slightly bent his left arm, his elbow glowing, eting his right hand’s slash.

As the front figure for the Newborn Road, Qin Ming’s body was a weapon, capable of manifesting Heavenly Light.

With a bang, a brief and urgent clash sounded like muffled thunder, a blinding light burst between them, making their figures hazy and blurred.

In an instant, they clashed dozens of tis, then abruptly distanced.

Many people knew Cui Chonghe demonstrated toughness, fully aware of the Newborn Road’s association with Body Refinent, yet dared to engage in close-quarter combat, showcasing extraordinary ans.

As soon as they separated, the white-clothed figure seed to ignite, where there was a cacophony of sword sings to the heavens, and all the sword light standing behind him shot out.

In a flash, streak after streak intertwined in the night sky; the Sword Qi ford a rainbow, red, orange, purple… multicolored, densely pouring towards Qin Ming.

Cui Chonghe held nothing back, driving the Pure Yang Consciousness, the sky filled with sword light elongated like raindrops and glowing, an attack of saturation.

Qin Ming seed like a demon in the Night Fog, continuously teleporting, evading the densely raining sword light, while the ground behind him cracked, and teors were pierced through.

Even the relics of the ancient Divine Spirit Martial Hall had extinguished their Divinity over years, let alone facing Cui Chonghe’s terrifying attacks that pierced through this place.

Chunks of star remains displaying ancient God and Demon marks were also being damaged.

Suddenly, Qin Ming, dreamlike and illusory, darted left and right, evading the teor shower-like sword light, approaching Cui Chonghe, arriving at his side.

“Kill!” Cui Chonghe softly scread, as Sword Qi erupted all over him, a terrifying sword wheel erging, like rising steam from his flesh, resembling floating light, or silent thunder, instantly shooting out, enveloping Qin Ming in a deadly assault.