Chapter 722: Chapter 77: Chi Xiao Sword Master, Father-Daughter Reunion (Vote for Monthly Ticket)
The wail of the Chi Xiao Sword was clear and piercing, yet carried an indescribable ferocity that pierced through the Dragon Essence. What should have been impenetrably hard, invulnerable except to legends of Martial Arts, offered no resistance and was severed in its midst.
It was as if an old friend from the beginning had co to undo the longstanding pact, as the Chi Xiao Sword pinned Ji Chengfeng firmly to the ground with its blade buried in the earth, and thus before Li Guanyi, the sword radiated a revolving light.
Ji Chengfeng’s vitality collapsed dramatically, but his cultivation was so tyrannically powerful that he had long surpassed reliance on the Dragon Essence for survival. He far exceeded the limits of the Dragon Essence, but in that instant, as the Dragon Essence spilled and collapsed,
Ji Chengfeng lifted his eyes, his gaze revealing the intense fluctuations of humanity.
A thousand battles, a thousand lessons, gleaning strengths from all over the world.
He had created what surpassed even the Absolute Skills—a cultivation that broke the upper limits, the “Immortal Body.”
For peerless geniuses, breakthroughs during battle were a natural occurrence.
The Red Dragon Dragon Yuan only made vitality flourish,
but could not let soone step beyond their limits to reach the legendary realm of the inconceivable.
The broken left arm began to heal itself. Rather than being Ji Chengfeng’s reliance, the Dragon Essence seed more like his constraint, as a horrifyingly extre aura spread within him.
The Whale Hunter’s face showed shock as he coldly sneered, “A breakthrough beyond the limit?”
Taking a step forward, the Whale Hunter stretched out his arm, placing the resplendent Shaking Light behind him. The next mont, a terrifying aura thundered in all directions, and aside from Gongyang Su Wang, who cleaved through the airwave with One Sword, the other three Palace Masters were forced to repeatedly retreat.
In front of the Whale Hunter, the Formation flickered in and out of existence, as he shielded the silver-haired girl.
He valiantly withstood the outburst of Ji Chengfeng’s aura.
Perhaps it was a pull of the Qi chanism, perhaps it was the inherent instinct of battle within Martial Arts Legends, this last uprising of killing intent was directly channeled into the Whale Hunter’s Great Formation. The Formation endlessly unfolded, like the rotation of heaven and earth, eroding vitality.
Ji Chengfeng’s aura was dispersed and redirected, crashing down elsewhere.
The Whale Hunter said, “Even before you die, you can’t give peace!”
Only a Martial Arts Legend could kill another Martial Arts Legend.
Over eight hundred years, only five individuals had that weight, heavy indeed. But when the Whale Hunter blocked the attack, it wasn’t the Divine weapon that could withstand the blast of Qi chanism—the forceful wind swept away his hat.
The Formation that had disguised his appearance also shattered amidst the struggle.
The silver-haired girl lifted her head.
She saw the figure standing before her, saw the hat scatter and break apart.
The black hair that was pinned up fluttered.
And then from the tip, in the eyes of Shaking Light, it gradually turned silvery white.
Just like in the mory, the downpour that seed to envelop the whole world, the Martial Artists from the Demon Sect swarming to kill, and that figure with silver hair, charging maniacally like a demon.
The silver-haired girl was stunned.
That day, the silver-haired man alone slaughtered all his opponents, holding a barely two-year-old child, he walked step by step out of the blood-soaked muddy ground.
“Don’t worry, Daddy is here.”
“While I’m here, no one in the world can harm you!”
……
The Whale Hunter had to take action.
Chi Xiao Sword forcibly pinned down this man, but Ji Chengfeng, unwilling to give in, struggling to survive co what may, seed almost desperate to reach out and pull out the Chi Xiao Sword. Yet the sword’s majestic aura was all too familiar.
So familiar that Ji Chengfeng’s Primordial Spirit trembled in agony.
The mories he had forgotten were thus awakened, and this legend of the Martial World rembered the experiences of his youth.
“The Northern Border snowfields, the Western Desert, the world is vast; you should go on my behalf and see it all, and then…”
That young friend, dubbed “Happy Riding the Wind” by the Grandson, said three hundred years ago with a laugh, the forr Chi Xiao Sword Master:
“Then, when you are grey-haired, with your wife and children all around, grandchildren filial, you can say that you are content with this life, without regrets, and die then.”
“I will be waiting for you.”
Ji Chengfeng, or perhaps Zhang Ziyong, opened his mouth. He looked at that resplendent Chi Xiao Sword, at the young person before him, and his incredibly tyrannical cultivation seed to have halted. He watched as the sword once held by his closest friend pierced through his body.
“Did I reach this point, to live at all costs…”
“Or was it to watch over this world for you, that I survived at all costs?”
“I’ve forgotten myself.”
Li Guanyi had a very clear realization at this mont.
Holding the Chi Xiao Sword would have a significant impact, adding the most intense fla to an already chaotic world, collapsing the already fragile illusion of peace completely.
And Li Guanyi was about to step into such a world of chaos.
He was about to face the attention of various forces from the Academy, the nations, and the Central State, as well as those unknown benevolent or malevolent gazes; but in that instant, he did not hesitate, bursting forth instantly like a tiger seizing the Chi Xiao Sword.
Finally, the Chi Xiao Sword let out a brilliant wail.
As sharp as when it was first honed, the legend of the past eight hundred years that opened and pacified the world with the Chi Xiao Sword was also going to end with it. With all his strength, Li Guanyi pulled out the Chi Xiao Sword.
He stepped forward
and held the sword with both hands.
Above this sword, layers of red-gold Cloud Patterns lit up, bringing together the vast Qi Fortune of the eight hundred years under Red Emperor’s World, suddenly forming a pillar of light that shot up into the sky.
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