515: 0516 Beheading and Exuding Divine Might!
(Third Release) 515: 0516 Beheading and Exuding Divine Might!
(Third Release) Blades of Sword Qi were rampaging through the air, shredding the very air itself!
The power of the two fighters’ clash caused many to retreat rapidly to avoid being collateral damage, and even at ten ters away, the crowd could still feel the terror emanating from the confrontation.
Each blade of Sword Qi could sever steel plates, as if even an armored vehicle would be sliced into halves by such a strike.
Facing the onslaught of countless energy blades, the weaker Martial Artists couldn’t help but cover their eyes, fearing for their safety, but regardless of how fearful the onlookers were for themselves, with Ye Qiu’s three loud shouts,
All the energy blades burst into nothingness.
A shadow of a sword stretched across the sky, beginning from Ye Qiu and instantly soaring towards the heavens.
The sword, infused with True Qi, created an astonishing Sword Qi tens of ters long.
With one mighty slash!
It was as if Cang Tian itself was carrying out divine retribution, making people only feel a dark shadow swooping down, as they heard countless snapping sounds by their ears.
The Samurai’s swarming Sword Qi shattered, and even the energy blades he had released were cut through by Ye Qiu’s longsword, turning into unbound energy, dispersing back into the world.
At that mont, Ye Qiu gave the impression that no matter how fierce you are, he could sever it with a single sword!
The Samurai’s frenzied attacks were ineffective, and the invincible aura he had cultivated was severed by Ye Qiu’s sword, shaking his unshakable confidence ever so slightly.
“It must be the Kusanagi Sword that allows him to exert such power,” the Samurai thought.
He couldn’t believe that it was all due to Ye Qiu himself; it must be the weapon in his hands that was powerful.
The Samurai’s gaze once again fell upon the Kusanagi Sword in Ye Qiu’s hands, convinced that it was certainly the lost Divine Artifact of his nation.
If he recaptured it, wouldn’t his own power be even stronger when wielding it!
The Samurai’s eyes were filled with greed.
The stronger Ye Qiu was, the more he believed it was the Kusanagi Sword’s doing, as only it could aid soone in achieving such formidable strength.
He must have it in his grasp!
The Samurai’s eyes blazed with desire.
When his Ten Blade strike crumbled at the hands of Ye Qiu, he resorted to Thousand Blades Flow!
Thousand Blades Flow!
This was the Samurai’s strongest sword technique.
Apart from the creator of Thousand Blades Flow, no one else knew it.
Only he, who had broken through limits with his swordsmanship and was hailed as the first genius of his country’s sword schools, had understood the key to Thousand Blades Flow after ditating in front of a barren mountain rock for ten days.
With the use of Thousand Blades Flow, thousands of sword shadows spanned the void, forming a trendous wall of blades, exerting imnse pressure.
The spectators from the martial arts world, many of them shocked, had never imagined soone could use sword technique to such an extent.
Those were thousands of blades, even if made from True Qi, it was still terrifying.
With a swing of his sword, thousands of blades launched simultaneously, flowing like water, rippling in waves, and enveloping Ye Qiu.
Roar!
Ye Qiu’s expression turned solemn, his eyes narrowing slightly as he sensed the impending danger.
The Samurai’s subsequent move was a lethal one.
In Ye Qiu’s eyes, the myriad sword blades before him transford into endless torrents, surging towards him like a ferocious beast, baring its fangs, ready to engulf everything.
Standing alone against a thousand blades, Ye Qiu appeared quite diminutive.
A sense of triumph filled the Samurai’s eyes as he muttered, “Die.”
Thousands of blades subrged Ye Qiu, making a continuous slicing sound…
The relentless onslaught targeted at a single point, aiming to mince Ye Qiu into hash.
The onlookers could scarcely make out the sight, only catching a glimpse of Ye Qiu before the blades fell, standing with one hand on his back, the other gripping the sword pointed skyward.
Now, that figure had vanished, his life or death unknown, completely overwheld by the endless attacks.
“Ye Qiu, my Thousand Blades Flow is strong enough to resist a casual strike from a legendary figure.
You can rest assured dying under such power,” the Samurai murmured.
“It’s just a pity that I couldn’t spare your life for Mr.
Gu Shan, to let him kill you personally.”
“But dispatching you myself won’t elicit a word from Mr.
Gu Shan.
As long as I present your Kusanagi Sword to the imperial household, everything I’ve done will be worth it.”
The Samurai’s eyes flickered with madness and pride.
Every execution of the Thousand Blades Flow consud a significant amount of his True Qi.
At this mont, he only had a layer of it left in his body.
Although he was not entirely powerless, killing Ye Qiu was well worth it, as long as he could get his hands on the Kusanagi Sword.
Step by step, the Samurai walked toward Ye Qiu, who was surrounded by the smoke from the attack, the Kusanagi Sword was almost within his grasp.
He told himself to remain calm.
One step, two steps, three steps…
Just as the Samurai entered the range of the lingering smoke and dust, he suddenly frowned.
What he saw was not just smoke and dust, but also a sudden rise of fog.
This fog had no apparent source, as if it had materialized out of nowhere, but it obscured the Samurai’s vision, preventing him from seeing Ye Qiu’s figure.
“Fog…” The Samurai’s expression changed drastically.
He quickly recalled that the Divine Artifact, the Kusanagi Sword, supposedly possessed the magical ability to release fog.
Could it be that this fog was released by the Kusanagi Sword?
The Samurai suddenly realized that he had underestimated Ye Qiu.
The appearance of the fog indicated that Ye Qiu was far from dead.
Instead, he had used the Kusanagi Sword’s ability to hide himself and deceive him.
“Even if you’re not dead, you must be gravely injured.
This fog can’t save you,” thought the Samurai, a flash of insight crossing his mind, and he couldn’t help feeling pleased by the fog that Ye Qiu had conjured.
This ant that when he killed Ye Qiu, even the people of the martial world would not be able to say anything against him, as no one had truly seen him do it.
With this thought, the Samurai couldn’t help but laugh inwardly.
Soon, he collected himself and continued to search for Ye Qiu’s shadow.
Outside the fog, those from the martial world who were watching the duel were sowhat puzzled.
They were astonished by the sudden appearance of the fog, coincidentally covering the battlefield where the two were fighting.
After being bombarded by the Samurai’s Thousand Blades Flow, Ye Qiu hadn’t reappeared; now, with the ergence of the fog, the situation was even more baffling.
“Could it be that Cang Tian has sensed sothing, not wanting the young Martial Artist Ye Qiu to fall, and has manifested this fog to confuse the Samurai?” soone proposed.
This idea only gained the agreent of a few, as the notion of a mystical fog appearing out of nowhere seed too far-fetched.
Many believed it to be so tactic of Ye Qiu.
Perhaps he was gravely injured and was using this as a way to paralyze his opponent, to buy himself ti.
This thought was voiced and won the majority’s agreent.
“I hope he can defeat the Samurai.
Although this hope is slim, I would rather steadfastly believe in it,” soone said.
In the midst of the fog, who was the hunter, and who was the prey, remained unknown.
…
At the top of a mountain, opposite Qian Zhen, the Taoist, stood an elder—Gu Shan Bai Yi.
“Taoist Qian Zhen, you cannot stop .
As soon as you are negligent, I will find Ye Qiu and kill him to avenge the loss of my beloved disciple,” Gu Shan Bai Yi said with a smile, but his words were cold and full of killing intent.
This was a master of the highest caliber, an opponent even Qian Zhen the Taoist had to be wary of.
At present, his sole focus was on killing Ye Qiu.
“If I can block him for a mont, then a mont it shall be,” thought the Taoist Qian Zhen, feeling helpless.
…
The crowd that had been eagerly waiting through the silence in the fog suddenly heard a sizzling noise followed by what sounded like footsteps approaching.
A blurry figure.
The crowd’s eyes widened, and soone shouted, “It’s Ye Qiu!”
Whether it was Huangfu Jun, Feng Jian, Luo Tie, or others among the Ten Owls, all turned their gaze in astonishnt.
Where was the Samurai?
Ye Qiu slowly sheathed his sword as the fog dispersed with the wind.
After a mont, the crowd pointed in shock at the figure kneeling there, headless.
Was it not the sa Samurai who had been unrivaled before?
He was dead!
Thinking of the Samurai’s demise, the onlookers of the martial world burst into an earth-shattering cheer.
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