Chapter 1338 - 1337: Heavenly Flying Sword

Chapter 1338: Chapter 1337: Heavenly Flying Sword

"I, Beichuan Ye, will not lose to anyone."

The fierce intent in Beichuan Ye’s eyes burst forth, and the soaring Water Swordsman’s Intent surged wildly. An overwhelming aura emanated from Beichuan Ye, with his True Qi ascending continuously. In an extreme outburst, the aura outside Beichuan Ye’s body condensed into a series of illusory sword shadows. These were not human-made sword shadows but naturally formed.

In the blink of an eye, Beichuan Ye was covered by numerous sword shadows, resembling a porcupine bristling with reverse sword shadows. The extremely fierce Sword Momentum frightened many people.

"Beichuan Ye, what a terrifying Sword Momentum."

"Is this guy even human? Damn, he’s so abnormal. I wonder if Ling Chen can hold on."

"No rush. Look at Ling Chen’s expression; there is no trace of fear. I think Ling Chen still has cards up his sleeve."

The crowd was first captivated by Beichuan Ye, and then their attention shifted back to Ling Chen.

How could Ling Chen lose in terms of Sword Momentum to Beichuan Ye? He pushed the Sword Spirit in his mind to the limit, and a Sword Light of blue mingled with gold tore through the Void, shooting out violently. It was earth-shattering, and the Sky was dyed black. In the high heavens, streaks of black lightning streaked endlessly. On Ling Chen’s body, a sword shadow coalesced. As the sword shadow released a hint of its edge, it pierced a large hole in the sky above.

"Secret Sword: Asura Thousand Blades!"

Meanwhile, Beichuan Ye had already gathered his strength within that short time. The surging aura caused the surrounding air to twist in layers. With a single step, Beichuan Ye used every ounce of power in his body to swing an extraordinarily strong sword. A single strike induced a bloody storm between Heaven and earth. Behind him, a massive Asura phantom composed of a boundless blood glow emerged. The Asura phantom clasped its hands, transforming the surrounding space into an Asura Hell. Countless blood-red sword shadows shot out, numbering in the hundreds and thousands, dancing in the sky.

"This is Senior Brother Beichuan Ye’s ultimate secret technique!"

Qing Ji and Yantian couldn’t help but gaze with shining eyes. They hadn’t seen Beichuan Ye execute the Asura Thousand Blades in a long time, and they hadn’t expected the power of this move to rise to such a terrifying overture.

Meanwhile, the Youth Kings of the Nine Provinces were all pale, despair written on their faces.

Facing Beichuan Ye’s ultimate killing move, Ling Chen remained calm. The blood-red sword qi, laden with astonishing malevolence, resembled a blood sea from afar, with the scent of blood soaring skyward, as if ghosts wailing and gods howling.

The aura on his body reached its peak. Ling Chen suddenly raised the Thunder Sound Sword high; its edge aimed at the skies, as if piercing through the heavens in an instant. An endless stream of sword qi flew out from Ling Chen, densely pouring into the large hole above.

With the endless infusion of sword qi, a sharper and more intense aura released from that large hole, sending chills down the spine and causing hair to stand on end.

"Green Lotus Sword Song Seventh Style, Heavenly Flying Sword!"

With an abrupt yell, Ling Chen swung the Thunder Sound Sword, releasing an astonishing traction force. Simultaneously, an enormous aquamarine sword qi, spanning ten thousand meters, slashed out from the hole in the sky, carrying terrifying Sword Intent and headed forward.

Slash!

In the astonished gazes of the crowd, the enormous aquamarine sword qi descended fiercely, cutting into the ocean of blood-red sword qi. Although the speed of the sword qi’s descent wasn’t fast, it steadily cleaved through the Blood Sea, shattering blood-red sword qi along its path, carving a deep sword mark.

"The blood-red sword qi ocean has been torn open!"

An exclamation erupted suddenly. The crowd found it unbelievable—Ling Chen’s sword seemed like the wrath of a Celestial; such a sword should only exist in Heaven, not in the mortal world. No human could possibly control sword qi of such power.

"Hmph!"

Beichuan Ye snorted coldly, gripping his sword with both hands, forming seals with them simultaneously. The Asura phantom behind him power surged, and blood-red sword shadows shot out again, fiercely bombarding the massive aquamarine sword qi.

Under such relentless assault, the light on the aquamarine sword qi gradually dimmed. However, it still persistently cleaved open the blood-red sword qi ocean, thoroughly dismantling Beichuan Ye’s Secret technique.

Swoosh!

The next moment, Ling Chen stepped onto the Flying Sword, plunging straight into the blood-red sword qi ocean. Following the sword mark carved by the aquamarine sword qi, he arrived in front of Beichuan Ye in an instant. The Thunder Sound Sword in his hand danced, shooting out thunder-laden sword qi.

Beichuan Ye’s expression turned grim. As Ling Chen approached, Beichuan Ye reacted immediately, thrusting his Long Sword to strike at Ling Chen’s vitals.

Switching from ranged to close combat, this fight between the two was so intense it blotted out the sun and moon, kicking up dust and debris. The intertwining Sword Momentum formed two Tornado Storms, swirling, colliding, and ultimately creating a tornado, several miles thick, that connected Heaven and earth.

At the storm’s center, the two clashed relentlessly, neither yielding until one fell. Here, only one could walk away.

Gulp!

Among the youth geniuses watching from all directions, someone occasionally swallowed, releasing the tension within.

Seeing the rapidly intersecting figures within the Tornado Storm, and the dense lightning created by the fierce friction of incomparable True Qi, someone finally couldn’t help but say, "Dammit, this is too exaggerated. We’re also Youth Kings, but the gap is too wide! With their level of strength, we probably wouldn’t be able to resist at all."

"Indeed, a Sword King-level showdown is beyond our imagination."

"It’s just a matter of who gets the last laugh."

If they had cared greatly about winning and losing before, their concern had faded considerably by now. Regardless of whether it was Ling Chen or Beichuan Ye on the other side, both possessed the qualifications and strength of a Sword King. Whichever side lost, the victor would become a contemporary Sword King, renowned across the world, and remembered in history—that was only natural.

Even if Beichuan Ye won, even though he was from Yingzhou, they would still acknowledge him as a Sword King because his displayed strength had convinced everyone.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

In mid-air, their clash continued, but whether it was Beichuan Ye or Ling Chen, their attack and reaction speeds had greatly diminished. Previously, they could easily dodge each other’s attacks and counter with fierce strikes. But now, never mind countering, they found it difficult to even evade each other’s attacks anymore. Yet, within mere minutes, their bodies bore several sword marks, their robes stained with blood, appearing extremely tragic.