The power of the sword is insufficient.
At least, compared to the pressure of that grey shadow, it is far from enough.
Yet, after this sword strike, that grey shadow seed to be deconstructed by an invisible force into the most elental particles of the world, dissolving into this world, returning to silence.
The grey shadow, which had previously been more formidable than the Demon Lord, was shattered and vanished with a single sword strike.
After the grey aura dispersed, the Spirit Blood Wheel that ford the grey shadow spun helplessly a few tis before losing its luster, drifting without purpose, devoid of any Taoist Artifact might.
With closed eyes, Lu Qingshan murmured softly.
"In front of a Sword Cultivator, where is the Holy Demon?"
....
Without the grey shadow, without that heaven-like pressure.
Xie Qingyun straightened his posture little by little.
He descended with the wind, heading straight for the peak of Yue Hua.
The golden dragon roared angrily, its montum astonishing, turning back to bite at that slender sword like a hair.
Xie Qingyun stood suspended atop its head, his green robe rustling noisily.
Finally, the two made contact.
The terrifying energy swept across Heaven and Earth.
This power swept out from above, destroying everything in its path.
There were no obstacles in the sky, but not far from Dragon City Pass, there was an Envy Heaven Ridge, higher than the sky itself.
So.
The mountain collapsed.
Just as the demonic cultivator on guard had hoped.
......
Above Heaven's Vault.
It was unclear whether the sword grew larger or the golden dragon grew smaller.
The sword pierced into the golden dragon's head.
The azure dragon let out a mournful wail, struggling desperately, its scales flickering with a cold light, shimring.
The sword danced among the gaps in the azure dragon's scales.
The dragon scales began to fall off.
The azure dragon felt unbearable pain, struggling more fiercely, rolling rapidly in the sky.
Sparks blossod around it from within the clouds, yet it remained unable to free itself from this unparalleled sword.
Countless dragon scales fell, reflecting the sky's light, dazzling.
Chhs.
In an instant, the azure dragon's body and head beca separated.
The massive head and body defied gravity, suspended in the sky.
The fierce dragon head was larger than the sun.
The dragon's body andered across the sky for an unknown number of miles.
The dying azure dragon could no longer control the Bright Moon Great Formation, and without the support of the formation, its body reverted to its original color.
"Why..." ca an angry yet no longer mighty voice from the dragon head that had lost its body.
The Soul Venerable could not comprehend why Xie Qingyun, not being a saint, would sacrifice the Sword Sect's fortune to save the saints of Central Spirit.
Then, the dragon's head and body fell like a river of azure sand descending from the Nine Heavens, scattering upon the human realm.
Every grain of azure sand was filled with boundless brilliance and heat, which released at this mont, thus the azure sand beca fireballs.
During the descent, the fireballs gradually turned into wisps of azure smoke, dissipating into nothingness.
This sword of Xie Qingyun's.
Slew the Venerable, slaughtered the dragon.
.....
In the sky, Xie Qingyun wearily turned around, his gaze directed eastward.
There lay the vast Central Spirit, the Eastern Domain where he was born and raised...
One's life is the vast rivers and mountains, countless travelers coming and going.
So add color to the mountains and rivers, so cause the sun and moon to lose their luster, so alter the river's course, so shape its pillars, and when the inevitable end cos, it is nothing more than standing at the mountain's peak, looking back at rivers and valleys.
He brought half of the Sword Sect to Central Spirit to "court death," for what?
Why ask why?
No need to search for a reason, the act itself is the reason.
Finally, Xie Qingyun lowered his brows, looking toward Lu Qingshan.
In the Soul Venerable's view, Xie Qingyun was trading the Sword Sect for Central Spirit...
But Xie Qingyun did not think so.
The Sword Sect.
Will never perish.
He whispered, "Sword, go!"
The sword flew toward Lu Qingshan.
Swords ca from elsewhere, swords depart from here.
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