You call this the way of the sword?

The rubble was destroyed by the shockwave, and the Sword Explosion was rendered ineffective on the spot. However, the old man's momentum was abruptly halted, and he even lost his balance and knelt down.

Inside the cave, Yang Qingfeng remained extremely calm. When the sword explosion failed, he decisively gave up and switched to using his two-handed sword fingers to control the sword at a high frequency.

The three small spirit swords then accelerated and exploded, shredding the old man's left and right heels and a right knee joint respectively, successfully interrupting his movements and effectively sealing his mobility.

The old man felt no pain and had a strong ability to recover. He struggled to stand up several times, but immediately knelt down again, each time only managing to take one step.

The situation reversed and gradually stabilized.

Only then was Yang Qingfeng able to see the old man's appearance clearly.

The old man, like the sword spirit, was a remnant soul, but while the sword spirit retained its spirituality, the old man did not.

His wrinkled face was incredibly old, and his body beneath his robes was rather thin. His purple and gold soul body was evolved from ancient power, not pure soul power.

Whether influenced by the Earth Lotus or driven by instinct, the old man continuously absorbed the ancient power of the Earth Lotus, constantly regenerating and healing himself, as if he were immortal.

"The power of the ancients is inexhaustible. To kill it, you must first destroy the Earth Lotus, or... temporarily sever its connection with the Earth Lotus."

Yang Qingfeng stared intently at the old man, a crazy thought suddenly flashing through his mind. Just then, an unusual phenomenon occurred, and the old man suddenly raised his fist and punched out from a distance.

With a bang, the bronze plate that served as the core of the formation was hit hard again.

The already faint blue light suddenly intensified amidst the violent tremors, then rapidly dimmed.

Yang Qingfeng, being inside the cave, felt the sensation even more intensely.

His intuition told him that the bronze plate could not last much longer; it could withstand two more punches at most before the passage connecting him to the mortal world would collapse.

The cave will not collapse, but it will trap him.

Yang Qingfeng was still unable to comprehend the principles of cultivation cave dwellings; what he could be certain of was that it was both here and not here.

If the passageway is destroyed, the worst outcome is being trapped in the cave forever.

In a flash, the old man raised his arm again, his fist flashing with purple light.

Yang Qingfeng made a decisive move, his sword pointing sharply upwards.

The three spirit swords instantly changed their attack. One of them pierced through the old man's knee and just barely struck his fist and wrist before being crushed by the shockwave, causing him to deviate from its course.

With a deafening roar, the purple fist wind whistled past the bronze plate and slammed into the incredibly thick mountain wall, causing countless fragments of rock to fall.

The two remaining spirit swords pierced through the old man's shoulder joint, then spun rapidly again, severing and shredding him.

The old man's arms immediately fell naturally to his sides, and no matter how much he struggled and twisted, he could no longer lift them.

Seeing this, Yang Qingfeng's gaze darkened slightly, and a crazy idea quickly took shape in his mind.

Almost simultaneously, the sword spirit far above the ground suddenly vanished, and Bai Xiaoxing's skull fell to the ground, rolled twice, and then let out a bewildered cry, "Huh?!"

Inside the cave, the rift connecting to the Sword Domain opened again.

The remaining sword spirits all floated out, a total of 15, and all transformed into spirit swords.

Yang Qingfeng's original plan was to stall for 5 minutes, no matter what, until the 150 sword souls were reborn and returned, so that he could defeat the old man again and buy more time.

But the purpose of buying time was just to find a solution; now that we have a solution, we don't need to wait anymore.

The old man had already stood up.

Without the suppression of the spirit sword, the ancient power quickly restored its heel.

Yang Qingfeng met his gaze and couldn't help but feel a little nervous, until the other person suddenly sped up and ran towards him.

As expected, the old man completely ignored the abnormality in his arms, and as soon as he stood up, he charged at Yang Qingfeng, crashing headfirst into the passage.

With the enhancement of the bronze plates' array, the passageway formed a protective shield.

This barrier was originally invisible; it was formed by the shockwaves of the Earth Lotus. The old man stood beneath this barrier, pressing inward step by step, his gaze fixed intently on Yang Qingfeng.

Like a wild beast that has completely lost its instincts, it only follows the rule of killing outsiders.

Yang Qingfeng felt uneasy under its gaze, but the die was cast.

He retreated, and in his place, 300 Soul Swords stepped forward, while 15 Small Soul Swords spread out to the left and right, forming a situation where he used himself as bait to lure the enemy into a trap.

The old man did not disappoint Yang Qingfeng. It slowly rolled into the passage until it crashed in, instantly severing its connection with the earth lotus.

"superior!"

Yang Qingfeng's eyes narrowed, and with a command, the ten swordsmen simultaneously raised their sword fingers.

The 300 Soul Swords instantly formed three layers of barriers. The first layer of 100 swords, used as a form of defense, surged towards the old man like a torrent, engulfing him.

Swordsman level 30, maximum mana 15000 points.

Their skill, the Heavenly Sword Technique, deals damage equal to 400% of the target's mana.

This damage would be absolutely terrifying at Tier 2, but amidst the sword light, the old man clearly did not suffer much damage.

The relentless onslaught of 100 Soul Swords forced it to retreat repeatedly, but failed to kill it.

The old man did not sit idly by and wait for his death. He began to smash his head, whip his legs, and even swing his unruly arms, each blow sending several soul swords flying.

In the blink of an eye, it withstood the fierce attack of 100 Soul Swords and began to press towards the cave.

The space inside the passage is limited; 300 Soul Swords can be launched simultaneously, but their attack range is limited.

Yang Qingfeng calmly retreated step by step, letting his opponent approach.

The old man had no level or attributes, and Yang Qingfeng was unsure whether he could kill him.

If he cannot kill the old man in the cave, the only way is for him to escape and trap the old man in the cave, provided that the Soul Sword can stop him.

The moment the old man stepped into the cave, the sword shadows of the second and third layers were instantly activated.

Three hundred spirit swords surrounded the old man from the front and back, launching a fierce all-round attack. Fifteen spirit swords on the left and right sides seized the opportunity to pierce the old man's lower body with lightning speed.

Instantly, a fierce wind arose in the cave.

The soil in the medicinal field was turned over, the rune wall flashed with light, papers flew on the table, and inkstones spilled.

Ten swordsmen rose into the air, constantly waving their swords, and 300 soul swords wove into an impenetrable sword net, forming an uninterrupted attack frequency.

This is the greatest advantage of swordsmen; their sword control skills improve with level, and they can control 30 swords simultaneously with ease.

Moreover, they do not need Yang Qingfeng to operate them; as long as an attack or defense command is given, they can form a tacit cooperation with each other.

Under the fierce attack of 300 Soul Swords, the old man withstood the pressure and launched several attacks on Yang Qingfeng, but they were all blocked by the rapidly forming mountain of swords.

Although the old man unleashed tremendous power in an instant, shattering the sword mountain several times and causing the Soul Sword to scatter everywhere, even breaking apart.

But Yang Qingfeng wasn't going to just stand there and wait to be beaten. He had already taken up Yu Junjian's sword. When the old man rushed over, he ran away, and then the Soul Spirit Sword surrounded him and gave him a good beating.

During the fierce battle, purple stardust continuously floated from the old man's body.

Previously, the simultaneous unleashing of skills by 150 sword spirits successfully left sword marks on the old man, indicating that they had broken through his defenses.

The continuous output of 300 Soul Swords is now starting to take effect, but Yang Qingfeng doesn't have the energy to deal with it right now.

At that moment, bronze pieces suddenly floated out from the stone base.

It weaves through countless flashes of light and shadow, stealthily chasing after those stardust fragments and devouring them in one go.

After a while, the old man knelt down again with a thud.

The spirit sword is in hand!

Yang Qingfeng felt reassured and continued to manipulate the other spirit swords to pierce the old man's leg joints, while ordering the swordsmen to attack with all their might.

Finally, the old man was bent over by the relentless sword strikes, his hands were severed, and he could only pound his head left and right, but all to no avail.

All 15 spirit swords pierced into the old man's body.

A total of 17 small spirit swords completely shredded the old man's knee joints, robbing him of all mobility.

The ten swordsmen continued to exert their power, their dense sword shadows constantly slashing and scraping away more and more purple stardust, while the old man's soul body was gradually shrinking.

It wasn't until the little spirit sword suddenly spun outside that Yang Qingfeng, who was under immense pressure from multiple sword maneuvers, suddenly realized something was wrong.

Upon closer inspection, it seemed as if a small creature was lurking among the sword shadows, secretly eating something.