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Chapter 495 Emperor Tian Dies, Absolute Sword Appears

With a single strike from its phoenix claw, Ying Xun was sent flying backward...

But his reaction was extremely fast, giving Huo Feng no chance to pursue him, and he unleashed a powerful move, Cloud Breaking the Azure Sky.

This strike was delivered with all its might, as if the heavens themselves had been cleaved in two.

when!
The Snow Drinking Blade, transformed from the divine weapon Cloud Sky, struck the phoenix claw with perfect accuracy. The fire phoenix cried out in pain, and its blood splattered down.

Ying Xun pressed his advantage relentlessly, his figure swirling like a hurricane. Streams of demonic energy emanated from the divine weapon in the clouds, transforming into Ying Xun's likeness, with weapons such as knives, spears, clubs, and sticks appearing in his hands.

Ten Ying Xuns, each wielding a different weapon, occupied a separate area, surrounding Huo Feng and displaying various martial arts techniques.

—All directions are annihilated!
Its momentum surged like a tidal wave, like a thousand troops charging into battle, instantly engulfing the fire phoenix.

Immediately afterwards, the fire phoenix let out a miserable cry, its feathers falling off, like a colorful snowfall. Its enormous body represented terrifying power, but it also meant it was vulnerable to attack.

However, in his phoenix form, Indra's ability to regain his senses is maximized. Even though he was left with terrible wounds by the Ten Directions Annihilation, he can quickly heal them.

Amidst the whistling of the wind, flames surged skyward, and gusts of scorching, violent wind rose up, as if determined to tear Ying Xun to shreds.

With a thought, Ying Xun's "Snow Drinking Blade" transformed into armor, instantly covering his entire body.

Not only that, he also erected protective true qi, so under these two layers of protection, even the Fire Phoenix True Fire could not harm him in the slightest for a time.

A human and a phoenix engage in a fierce battle between heaven and earth.

As the man and the phoenix clashed, Ying Xun discovered that the phoenix's right wing was far less agile and powerful than its left.

Without much thought, Ying Xun understood the reason.

The Fire Phoenix was transformed from Indra, whose right arm had been forcibly torn off by Ying Xun. Although Indra managed to restore his right arm through the power of the Spirit Returning Manifestation, the newly grown right arm was naturally not as freely usable as his left arm.

With this weakness in his opponent's defenses, Ying Xun was naturally not going to let it go.

The attacks, like a storm, were all aimed at the fire phoenix's right wing.

A hint of panic flashed in Fire Phoenix's eyes.

Clearly, Indra is backing down again.

The longer this Fire Phoenix state lasts, the greater the consumption of Phoenix Blood.

Seeing that he couldn't quickly end the battle and was being relentlessly attacked for his weaknesses by Ying Xun, Di Shitian wanted to escape again...

However, Ying Xun would not allow him to escape.

A battle between masters is an all-round contest involving the body, internal energy, spirit, and techniques; there is no room for carelessness.

However, Di Shitian was not a pure martial artist.

Sensing that he was about to retreat, Ying Xun's expression hardened, and he slashed down with his sword again.

This strike was stronger than any of the previous ones.

The blade's light fell into the eyes of the fire phoenix that Di Shitian had transformed into, causing him to momentarily lose his senses. He felt as if he had appeared in a magnificent golden palace, surrounded by civil and military officials.

"Xu Fu!!"

A majestic shout rang out, and Di Shitian couldn't help but shudder. He looked up and saw a figure wearing an imperial crown. When he saw the figure clearly, this self-proclaimed god was panicked and trembled all over.

impossible!
That's not him!

He's already dead; there's no way he could still be alive!

I'm just trapped in an illusion. Damn it, wake up!

It must be said that Di Shitian, as expected of a peerless expert with a thousand years of cultivation, instantly understood the strangeness of Ying Xun's strike just now.

But the instant his illusion shattered, a heart-wrenching pain swept through his body, as if he had been cleaved in two by a single blade.

In Di Shitian's eyes, he only saw a flash of light, but in the eyes of others, they saw nearly a hundred blades of light, even more dazzling than the sun, crashing into the fire phoenix body that Di Shitian had transformed into.

These hundreds of forces can condense into one force within his body, and then suddenly unleash a power more than ten times his own.

A power ten times greater than Ying Xun's own would be difficult even for a phoenix to withstand.

Above the Sword Worship Manor, the fiery phoenix had vanished into the sky, while a figure was sent flying backward, crashing heavily hundreds of feet away, coughing up blood, a hideous knife wound spreading down from his forehead...

Indra was nearly split in two, but he ultimately did not become one of two halves.

Perhaps it was because of the phoenix blood, or perhaps it was because of Ying Xun... who showed mercy...

Ying Xun floated up to Di Shitian and smiled slightly, "Xu Fu, you and I have been ruler and subject for a time. Since you are about to die, why not give me your thousand years of cultivation?"

Before the words were even finished, the Boundless Realm had already unfolded.

At the same time, it activated the Heaven and Earth Furnace Sutra.

A bitter smile appeared on Indra's lips.

His eyes gradually dimmed, and his body gradually withered.

About half an hour later, Indra had become a desiccated corpse that looked like it had been decaying for a thousand years.

With a gust of wind, he turned into dust and vanished into the world.

So far,

When the heavens die, a thousand-year dream is shattered!
……

The sky was a hazy yellow, with only a single, low-hanging sun.

The setting sun cast a blood-red glow, making the already desolate little hillside even more desolate.

In the middle of this windswept hillside stands a grave, overgrown with weeds, clearly untouched for many years.

There were no words on his tombstone, but it was covered with cracks, as if it might shatter at any moment.

Click!

Click! !
A mountain breeze blew by, and the tombstone, which was already covered with small cracks, suddenly developed an even deeper crack, as if it would shatter completely at any moment.

At the same time, the entire hillside, within a radius of a hundred feet, began to tremble. All the weeds and trees, as if swept by a gale, fell down one after another. The birds and beasts circling nearby also scattered and fled, as if this whole world was trembling, trembling, and fearful because of something.

And what caused all of this was that grave, that broken tombstone.

A terrifying aura of annihilation was emanating from the graves and tombstones.

boom! !

With a loud bang, the tombstone shattered.

A dazzling, cold light shot out from the tombstone, soaring straight into the sky, as if it were about to pierce through the heavens and earth.

This dazzling, cold light was none other than a sword.

If anyone were present, they would recognize that this sword is none other than the Hero's Sword.

Rumble!
As the tombstone exploded and the hero's sword shot straight into the sky, within a hundred feet around the grave, it was as if hundreds of landmines had been detonated simultaneously. The ground rumbled, rocks flew everywhere, and waves of earth rose dozens of feet high, as if even heaven and earth trembled at the sight of this sword.

At the same time, a figure emerged from the ground and grasped the Hero's Sword that was shooting straight into the sky.

The next moment, an overwhelming sword intent shot straight into the sky.

The sword intent emanating from it was not the Hero's Sword, but the person wielding it.

He is more like a sword than the Peerless Sword, a sword that can destroy the heavens and the earth.

His swordsmanship is no less than that of the Heavenly Sword Nameless, and he also possesses the Hero Sword, so his identity is already obvious.

It was none other than the once-famous swordsman, Mu Yingxiong.

Sensing that unseen connection, Mu Yingxiong, wielding the Hero's Sword, headed straight for Hundred Swords Manor. ...

The battle at Baijian Manor shook the martial arts world.

The new generation of Nanlin Sword Master Duan Lang and two thousand Tianmen disciples died, and Wuming killed Pojun with a single sword.

Ying Xun fought a decisive battle with Di Shitian, the master of Tianmen, then the divine weapon Yunxiao was born, and finally, a battle between humans and phoenixes, which only existed in traditional stories, took place...

As news of one thrilling battle after another spread, no one dared to challenge Ying Xun, the victor of Anzhou. Many even revered Ying Xun as a god, a new generation of martial arts legend, and the number one master in the world.

Of course, the reputation of Baijian Villa also soared, and it returned to the ranks of the top forces in the martial arts world, which made all the disciples of Baijian Villa proud.

More than half a month has passed since the battle between humans and phoenixes, and the area outside Baijian Manor is still in a mess.

The scenes after the great battle are still shocking.

Fortunately, during the great battle, Ying Xun intentionally protected the manor, and the Demon Lord Bai Suzhen also occasionally activated her qi to protect it. Therefore, apart from the Sword Pool, it did not suffer much damage.

It is worth mentioning that because of the unexpected turn of events, when Di Shitian rushed into the sword pool and was reborn from the flames, Zi Yi Jing Wang seized the opportunity and, taking advantage of Xiong Ba's momentary lapse in concentration, severely injured him once again.

Unfortunately, although the Purple-Clad Scripture King managed to escape Xiong Ba's entanglement, he still couldn't escape the Sword Pool and was ultimately killed by Black Eyes.

The fact that Ziyi Jingwang died at Hei Tong's hands was actually arranged by Ying Xun and Bai Suzhen.

After all, no matter what, Ziyi Jingwang is Xiong Ba's biological father, so Hei Tong, who has a blood feud with Ziyi Jingwang, is the best candidate to kill Ziyi Jingwang in the end.

As expected, nothing unexpected happened.

pretty good.

……

The autumn rain continued, and the Baijian Manor stood amidst the drizzle. The manor was brightly lit, forming a dazzling display of light that made it appear even more majestic and imposing.

Outside the Sword Worship Manor, four disciples stood with long swords in hand, their expressions slightly arrogant.

Just then, a figure emerged from the drizzle.

Dressed in fiery red, she ascended the steps and headed straight for the Sword Worship Manor.

The four disciples of Baijian Villa looked at the red-clad figure with sharp eyes, and immediately felt a stinging pain in their eyes, as if pricked by needles.

"Master."

"A top-tier expert!"

The four disciples of Baijian Villa were all worldly-wise and immediately realized that the newcomer was no ordinary martial arts master, Kirby.

One of the disciples focused his true energy into his eyes and finally saw that the newcomer was a middle-aged swordsman who exuded a sword intent that could destroy heaven and earth, causing Yu Shuidou to be forced to the sides without realizing it.

The newcomer noticed the gaze looking up and glanced up, which made the disciple feel as if his eyes were about to explode. He quickly lowered his head, clasped his hands, and bowed, saying, "This is the Sword Worship Manor. May I ask what brings you here, senior?"

The red-clad swordsman had already approached. He glanced at the four disciples of the Sword Worship Manor who bowed their heads in awe, then suppressed his imposing aura and asked indifferently, "Is Wuming here?"

"Senior, the nameless senior has passed away."

"gone?"

The red-clad swordsman narrowed his eyes, his gaze sharp and piercing as he looked towards the Sword Worship Manor.

The four disciples of Baijian Villa immediately sensed a sharp aura rushing towards them, and they all trembled, becoming even more respectful.

"I dare not deceive you, senior. Wuming left Baijian Manor ten days ago."

The red-clad swordsman withdrew his gaze and nodded slightly: "He is indeed not here. Since he is not here, I shall take my leave."

After saying this, the red-clad swordsman prepared to leave.

Just then, two astonishing sword intents erupted into the sky like volcanic eruptions.

Under this terrifying aura, the rain was thrown up and swept upwards.

With a loud clang, it seemed as if lightning had exploded at the foot of the mountain. The dazzling light made it impossible for the four disciples of Baijian Villa to open their eyes. The astonishing aftershocks of the battle came one after another. Although it was not as intense as the battle between humans and phoenixes that day, it was still terrifying. It made them feel cold all over, as if they were falling into an endless abyss and sinking continuously...

After a long while, the four disciples of Baijian Villa finally came to their senses, but they were still in a daze and their bodies were swaying precariously.

The sword light, which seemed to annihilate everything, lingered in their hearts, leaving them physically unmoved but emotionally wounded.

"Another expert!"

Hearing the low murmurs of the disciples of Baijian Villa, the red-clad swordsman nodded and smiled: "They are indeed experts, and one of them is even after Ying Xun."

"Ok?"

A member of the Sword Worship Manor gave a puzzled "hmm" and followed the red-clad swordsman's gaze: "Junior brother, look..."

Upon hearing this, the other three looked in the direction the finger was pointing and saw that on the wall outside Hundred Swords Manor, there were crisscrossing sword marks that had appeared at some point, with a sentence carved in a flowing, dragon-like style.

Seven days later, the Battle of Tianshan took place.

Besides these eight characters, there is also a sword stuck on the last character "战" (war), which is obviously the sword left behind by the expert in the previous battle.

Who left this sword behind?

"I don't know, but they've definitely come to challenge Young Master Ying to a duel."

“These days, quite a few people have come to see Young Master Ying, but most of them are just people who want to gain fame and reputation.”

Since the great battle between the human and the phoenix more than half a month ago, Ying Xun has been hailed as the number one master in the world. Since people in the martial arts world have always liked to compete for fame and fortune, there is naturally no title more attractive than the number one in the world.

If one could fight Ying Xun, the number one fighter in the world, regardless of the outcome, one could become famous throughout the land in one battle.

Therefore, recently many martial arts practitioners have risked their lives to challenge me, which has become extremely annoying.

"The person who left behind this sword is certainly not one of those who seek fame and fortune; his cultivation level is perhaps no less than that of Young Master Ying..."

"What nonsense are you spouting? Young Master Ying is the best in the world!"

Just as the three disciples of Wushuang City were arguing, the first disciple who bowed to the red-clad swordsman walked towards the wall with the inscription.

Then he reached out to grab the sword stuck in the wall.

"Stop! Don't touch that sword!"

These words were spoken by two people: the red-clad swordsman and the third person, who was dressed in a silk skirt.

Unfortunately, the two shouted a fraction too late; the disciple's fingers had already touched the sword.

A fierce sword aura suddenly erupted from the sword, instantly turning the disciple's fingers into minced meat, followed by his hand...

choke!
A flash of light exploded.

This was a blade of light faster than lightning.

In the blink of an eye, the blade severed the disciple's right arm. Amidst the splatter of blood, the blade then slashed out horizontally, sending the disciple flying.

The severed arm had completely turned into a bloody mess, and even the ground where it fell looked as if it had been sliced ​​into pieces, crumbling inch by inch.

It is evident that if it weren't for the third Tong's strike, this disciple would likely have been reduced to a pile of minced meat by the sword energy.

"What are you waiting for? Quickly take him to see the miracle doctor for treatment."

These words were not spoken by the third Tong, but by Ao Tian, ​​who followed closely behind.

"Yes Yes……"

The other three disciples, as if waking from a dream, their backs drenched in cold sweat, carried the injured and unconscious disciple and hurriedly headed towards the back courtyard...

(End of this chapter)