Chapter Seven, You Shall Die Beneath This Sword
Constant dripping wears away the stone
Get lost, get out of here! The King of Jing'an, with disheveled hair, was furious and tightly gripped his treasured sword. Amidst the swirling dust, he seemed to go mad, wildly slashing at the air while rushing forward at high speed, wanting to extricate himself from the obscuring dust.
The sword flowers suddenly bloomed in the void before him
The sounds of killing and the cries of anguish are incessant.
Two individuals engaged in combat here, and in the blink of an eye, after several dozen exchanges, Mo Bei executed a series of sword techniques. Ultimately, it can be said that the esteemed Prince Jing'an, despite his privileged upbringing, lacked sufficient strength
The yellow talisman paper suddenly ignited fiercely, transforming into a wisp of black ash
As soon as the words fell, Mo Bei once again strode forward, charging directly towards King Jing'an
On the rocky peak of Mo's family, a middle-aged man dressed in a splendid robe stands with his hands clasped behind his back. His gaze shifts restlessly in all directions, his expression dark, as if he is anticipating something, murmuring to himself:
Is this person not the King of Jing'an or someone else
"Acting so recklessly, what kind of order is this?" The Prince of Jing'an gradually relaxed his furrowed brow, treating killing as casually as one would kill a chicken, showing no concern whatsoever
Ding ding ding
Mo Bei's body involuntarily retreated five or six steps, his wrist trembling urgently, as the spiritual sword stirred up a dozen sword flowers, dissipating the backlash force from the sword body. He frowned slightly, instinctively squinting his eyes, and fixed his gaze intently on the King of Jing'an before him
The sharp sound of two swords clashing had not yet faded when suddenly—
Prince Jing'an, Prince Jing'an, you shall die beneath this sword
The wind howls through the blades, creating a sharp sound
Mo Bei raised his head, his gaze sharp as he looked towards the eastern sky ablaze with fire. In the next moment, he vanished into the darkness with the agility of a leopard, leaving no trace behind
Death
At this moment, the Prince of Jing'an radiated an overwhelming brilliance, dazzling beyond measure
He subconsciously looked over and saw nothingness before him, suddenly revealing dozens of points of light.
In Mo Bei's hand, the long sword and the *illustrated* book were still trembling continuously. Then, with a crack, the long sword was unexpectedly shattered, severed by the opponent!
The figures of both parties rose and fell, momentarily clashing and missing each other.
This shadow of the sword, although it cannot tear apart the radiance surrounding Prince Jing'an for the time being
Kang Qiang
Prince Jing'an took a deep breath, exhaling a breath of turbid air. In each of his hands, a yellow talisman appeared. He squinted his eyes and said in a low voice
In a brief moment, hundreds of sword shadows fiercely stabbed at Prince Jing'an.
The momentum is immense, captivating beyond compare
Little scraps, I did not expect that in just a few days, your strength has already reached such a level. It truly opens my eyes, but...
Oh no
The glint of swords and blades completely traps the Prince of Jing'an firmly in place
At this very moment
The blade moved with astonishing speed, unleashing a curved gleam of light in the void as it struck down fiercely. If hit, Mo Bei would undoubtedly be cleaved in two!
Hoo ... ... Hoo ... ...
Yet, on the blade, a violent force surged forth, striking relentlessly upon the body of Prince Jing'an, causing him to stagger repeatedly. The intense pain from various vital points coursed through him, leaving his forehead drenched in cold sweat
Three people have been killed, and one person remains
A blood-soaked guard stumbled in, his expression filled with fear, crawling and rolling as he rushed in, stammering: "Your Majesty, please flee!"
As his gaze fell, the swordsman of Nanshan knelt on one knee with his back to Mo Bei, the spiritual sword planted in the ground, fine beads of sweat oozing from his forehead and sliding down his cheek
In that instant, a blinding light suddenly erupted from the body of King Jing'an
A sudden clash of weapons resounded.
Before the guard could react, the head had already fallen to the ground
Ding ding ding ding ding! A continuous series of over twenty collision sounds, accompanied by more than twenty sword shadows, fell upon the body of King Jing'an like raindrops.
With a crackling sound, a blue arc of electricity immediately appeared in the palm of his left hand
This sword is called Seven Stars, and it is the greatest treasure in the world
Want to run? Break through the clouds and shatter the rocks
Mo Bei! Upon seeing the face covered in blood, King Jing'an's brows instantly raised, revealing a hint of surprise, and he let out a slight exclamation
It is merely that sword, yet it does not stain with blood
Dawn, daybreak
The radiance surrounding him grew increasingly intense, with ripples continuously undulating
The sound still lingers in the ears
Suddenly, a thunderous roar descended from the sky, and an arc of electricity, as thick as an arm, spread through the void. In an instant, it had already descended, striking fiercely downwards towards Mo Bei!
The imposing stone lion, measuring a full three men in size, instantly crumbled to dust, shattering into countless tiny fragments that scattered in all directions. The lion's head, the size of a water bucket, was completely sheared off
Call ... ... Call ... ...
A loud crashing sound echoed from the entrance as the door was forcefully flung open. King Nanjing furrowed his brow and looked over.
Mo Beizhen shouted, and the dozens of sword shadows all pierced the chest of King Jing'an
Good sword, good sword, today you belong to me
Today, still do not think about leaving alive
At the moment when King Jing'an was about to run out of the sandstorm's coverage, suddenly—
The expression on King Jing'an's face changed drastically, as he felt the intense force rebounding from the blade, causing his hand to go numb. The steel knife slipped from his grasp, spinning in the air for dozens of circles before plunging fiercely into the bluestone.
Without waiting for the response of Prince Jing'an, a thunderous shout suddenly rang in his ears
In the Mo family, corpses lay scattered across the ground, blood flowed like a river, and the entire scene resembled a hell on earth, a sight of unimaginable horror
Thunderbolt Spell
It is also unknown whether the Dog King and the three of them have resolved the matter with that Mo family's little scoundrel
Mo Bei's expression remained unchanged, his eyes flashing with a sharp glimmer. As he staggered in his steps, he swiftly sidestepped and made a quick motion with his hand.
The murderous intent was chilling, and the figure rushed forward, bringing with it a bloody wind that cut through the air, heading straight for Prince Jing'an
Prince Jing'an furrowed his brows and slapped the talisman paper against his chest with his left hand
In an instant, a fierce wind arose! It swept the surrounding dust into the sky, leaving no trace behind!
Various sword shadows emerged from the swirling dust from all directions, directly targeting the vital points of King Jing'an!
Before the words had left his mouth, King Jing'an's hand moved swiftly, and the cold gleam of the blade flashed past the neck of the guard.
Suddenly, a foul wind rushed towards me
The blades clashed together, sending sparks flying, dazzling like a tree of fire and silver flowers
The crisp sound of a break resonated throughout the entire sky. Immediately, the entire forest fell into complete silence
Bang
Whoosh
Mo Bei's sword light surged forth like a frenzy, converging into a rain of swords. Dozens of sword shadows passed by, their tips all piercing a single point in the air
"Get lost!" The Prince of Jing'an felt a tremor in his heart, his face displaying a look of horror. He gritted his teeth, and with a twist of his right hand, a piece of yellow talisman paper appeared out of thin air in his palm. He formed a hand seal with one hand and struck the air with his clenched right hand holding the yellow talisman.
Die
"The Sixth Sword, water droplets penetrate stone." A calm voice came from behind, belonging to Mo Bei.
This ... ... this is not the Rock Solid Sword Technique ... ... any sword within the sword techniques ... ... this is ... ...
Boom
"With such brazen words, when I strike you down with a single sword, I wonder if you will still be able to utter this phrase"
Behind him came a series of hurried breaths, and Mo Bei turned around to look.
Flying sand and walking stones
Ding!
That arc, as thick as an arm, struck fiercely upon the stone lion in the courtyard
The swordsman of Nanshan had lost the color from his cheeks, pale as paper, breathing rapidly, his eyes filled with shock, and in a trembling tone, he said
Although the celestial talisman is a treasure, you are merely a mortal. I do not believe that this object can protect you forever
Mo Bei let out a cold snort, his expression frigid, an endless killing intent seemingly infused into the azure blade, as the spiritual sword in his hand sang softly in succession
Hahaha! Upon hearing these words, King Jing'an let out a wild and cold laugh, the surprise in his eyes transforming into a fierce glare, as he gritted his teeth and said: "You insignificant mortal, opposing me, you are utterly unaware of the vastness of heaven and earth!"
A sharp and piercing sound of collision rang out
Fierce Wind Talisman
Prince Jing'an let out a thunderous shout, his eyes flashing with a chilling murderous intent. With his right hand wielding a knife, he strode forward with great strides towards Mo Bei, striking down from the air!
The atmosphere suddenly tensed into a straight line
Then Mo Bei walked over and picked up the long sword of the Nanshan swordsman. This sword emitted an endless ghostly light, sharp to the extreme, and he slowly said
Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding ... ...
The myriad shadows of swords resembled venomous snakes, striking directly at the facade. King Jing'an was startled and stumbled, instinctively leaping back three or four steps, barely managing to evade three swords aimed at his vital points
What is this
The radiance emanating from the latter continuously surged, creating ripples that stirred and fluctuated incessantly
As Mo Bei vanished from his sight, King Jing'an was taken aback, and just as he was about to move.
This person is drenched in blood, exuding a strong smell of blood, with eyes that reveal an endless intent to kill, resembling a demon.
The cold sword light of the forest cuts through the dawn sky
Mo Bei stepped in gradually, like the Grim Reaper, closing in on King Jing'an with each step. The tip of his sword pointed at King Jing'an from a distance, a chilling aura permeating the void, as he slowly spoke
The entire Mo family has already become a sea of flames, with towering firelight dyeing the entire night sky a bloody red
Constant dripping wears away the stone
Ding!
A fierce wind swept in from above, causing Mo Bei's heart to sink suddenly. Without even looking up, he exerted force through his legs and forcefully stomped the ground, propelling his body into the air, rolling in midair, and swiftly dodging to the side
Killing you, and letting go of the dust of fate. I have truly come alive!
There is no way!
The terrifying killing intent made King Jing'an's heart tremble, and his complexion changed dramatically
Singing softly ... ...
Suddenly, a chilling intent to kill surged in from the doorway, the scent of blood overwhelming the senses
Mo Bei's expression was calm as he wielded his spiritual sword, creating several illusory sword shadows in the void: "So what?"
Ha ha, the King of Jing'an threw his head back and laughed coldly, his laughter revealing no trace of concealment for his disdain: "I am a descendant of immortals, and I seek this stone to make friends with immortals, do you understand? I am protected by immortal talismans. Do you think you can kill me?"
In the fleeting moment of the charge, Mo Bei's wrist trembled uncontrollably, with sand and gravel swirling around, moving in tandem with the sword, obscuring the sky and blocking the sun. In just a brief instant, it enveloped the entire courtyard, rendering everything indistinct. The figures of the two were instantly consumed by the endless sand and dust.
Prince Jing'an, with disheveled hair and a tattered robe, was at this moment filled with a mix of shock and anger, his terrifying gaze almost capable of killing.
As the dust settled, King Jing'an's vision became clear once more. His gaze shifted and landed on Mo Bei, who was covered in blood and blocking the doorway.
On the chest of the radiant shield, faint traces emerged, clearly indicating that the sword strike from Mo Beifang had been deflected by this light.
Upon hearing these words, the swordsman of Nanshan gradually widened his eyes, becoming hollow and devoid of life, as vitality visibly drained away at an alarming rate, leaving him completely breathless. A hint of a relieved smile appeared at the corner of his mouth
Hmm! ? '' The King of Jing'an instinctively turned his head to look.
Prince Jing'an casually pointed at Mo Bei
A figure, whose arrival was unknown, has quietly and silently appeared at the door