Feng Qingyang stood in the air with his head held high, his eyes fixed on the eight peerless sword masters.
Splitting the soul, each of which is equivalent to the real him, what kind of willpower and endurance does this require? Splitting the soul is almost the most painful thing for a cultivator. Even Feng Qingyang might feel palpitations in his heart.
It would be fine if there was only one, but here, there were eight of them. This almost represented that the unparalleled swordsman's obsession with swordsmanship had reached the point of obsession, even madness.
He was a powerful swordsman with the cultivation base of a quasi-sage at the peak. He had dominated the ancient times and had few rivals in the world. The strongest fighting power he unleashed at this moment shocked Feng Qingyang and the cultivators from all directions immensely.
Clank clank clang!
Several sounds of sharp swords leaving their bodies were heard, and almost instantly the entire world was filled with them. The sound was like thunder piercing their ears, and went straight into everyone's mind, like a sword from the sky leaving its body. He almost turned this side of the sky into a sword. It would be better to say that his sword was the sky here.
The brilliance that burst out in an instant was boundless and dazzling, competing with the heaven and earth, competing with the sun and the moon for brilliance, and even surpassing them. The clanging sound was almost continuous, directly forming one piece. This was just a prelude, so powerful that there was no suspense at all, shocking the nine heavens and ten earths.
Feng Qingyang took a step back, but the moment he landed, he found that he had nowhere to retreat. The Eight Desolations were blocked, and even the void was shrouded in an invisible aura. This had already surpassed the scope of the domain and was approaching the highest level of the Tao. Perhaps for the peerless swordsman, this was his heaven, his Tao.
He felt a chill down his spine. This fellow was indeed a terrifying opponent who was worthy of his headaches. With his sharp killing power, killing people of the same realm was as easy as chopping melons and vegetables. If he wanted to defeat him completely, he would probably have to spend some means and pay a price.
He looked around indifferently. These eight identical unparalleled sword masters were obviously brewing the most powerful magical power, but he did not make a move to stop them. Under this superimposed terrifying power, his whole body seemed to be restrained by an invisible giant hand, but he was still very calm, his expression did not change at all, he stood quietly in the void, echoing with the Green Lotus of Creation behind him.
Facing the eight peerless sword masters alone, he was fearless. If he were an ordinary cultivator, he would have been scared to death. There are very few people, almost no one, who can remain calm under such deterrence.
A green lotus was born in chaos, with a flowing halo and lush green. The lotus leaves and patterns on it seemed as if engraved with the breath of Tao. It was a kind of creation, a supreme pressure that could change the world. Whenever you took a look at it, you would be attracted by the charm of Tao.
While in this green lotus, Feng Qingyang also lost everything before his eyes. He felt peace in his heart and instantly entered the state of unity of man and nature. His unity of man and nature was the integration of himself and the green lotus of creation. It was a wonderful state.
“This sword belongs to heaven! If you enter it, you can kill immortals, kill gods, and destroy all the heavens and worlds!” The peerless swordsman spoke again, and this time, he moved his body.
The main body quickly soared into the sky, accompanied by an extremely bright light. The other several bodies rose into the sky together. They were intertwined in the position of the Eight Desolations, crisscrossing, and their speed gradually increased from slow to fast.
Almost in an instant, it turned into a stream of light, and the world here had already collapsed. In the eyes of everyone, the hundred-foot radius had disappeared, revealing traces of the starry sky. How shocking was it to see the starry sky in the void
Countless streams of light intertwined and crushed the heaven and earth. The sharp sound of swishing fell into the ears of many cultivators, making them pale, as if they were struck directly into the deepest part of their hearts by some powerful magical power.
The world has lost its color. There is no roar, nor vibration. There is only dazzling light. Every ray of light is an ultimate sword energy, which is released and randomly strangles everything that exists in all directions, whether it is the heaven and earth, or any living being.
The billions of spiritual consciousnesses gathered here were strangled to death, and those monks who retreated were caught off guard and had their bodies swept by the shock wave. They vomited blood and hurriedly used their magic weapons to resist.
The Fire Spirit King raised his hands and crossed them in front of his forehead. He was shocked in his heart and struggled to resist the impact of the aftermath. His eyes narrowed, filled with disbelief. In the aftermath, he felt a hint of unusual aura, which seemed to have surpassed the spiritual world and was not owned by the spiritual world.
In a distant starry sky, nine great powers were sitting cross-legged together. It could be seen that their eyes were also deeply gazing at everything on the Tianxuan Ancient Star, but there was a difference.
Some people looked concerned, but some also had murderous intent in their eyes. Where there are people, there is the world of martial arts. Where there is the world of martial arts, there are intrigues and deceptions. No matter if they are powerful cultivators or weak mortals, all living beings are like this.
But the end result is the same, all of this is just for one's own benefit.
"This kid has actually attracted a trace of the aura of the Supreme God Realm. His talent is unrivaled in the world, and he really deserves the title of genius." The Lord of the City of Sin showed admiration in his eyes. It was obvious that he loved talent again. He seemed to have forgotten that the person killed by the other party was his disciple. If Feng Qingyang heard this comment, he would probably jump up and curse.
As for the other powerful men, some nodded, some were gloomy, but generally speaking, they all fixed their eyes on the battlefield of Tianxuan Ancient Star.
The great roads intertwined and roared, shaking their hearts. After all, the Saint Venerable was also a cultivator, but they followed the example of martyrs and obtained the position of Saint Venerable with thundering means. The move of the unparalleled swordsman below was infinitely close to that of the Saint Venerable, which naturally shocked them.
"If this man is of no use to you, you can kill him." A big man with a curly beard spoke in a low voice, with murderous intent in his eyes, and he attacked without hesitation.
"Humph, they are just pawns for us to break the world. Death is also a good choice for them."
Inadvertently, some shocking secrets gradually came out of their mouths, but all of this will be sealed here, and no one will hear it, and no one will know it.
The ultimate brilliance flooded the heavens. Finally, the Fire Spirit King could not withstand the close-range impact. His body was like a kite with a broken string, and he was rushed backwards for a long distance. Not only that, he also spat out a mouthful of blood that rose in his heart. Just a close-range forecast sweep had caused him serious damage.
Horrible, so terrible!
Not until he retreated to where there were many cultivators did he steady himself. He looked ahead in fear and trepidation at the chaotic sky and the terrifying murderous intent contained in it. Could it be that, as the Peerless Sword Saint said, it could destroy all the heavens and worlds