Exploding God

Chapter 1159 The bright moon was there then, once shining on the returning colorful clouds.

A single word about the mortal world carries a weight heavier than ten thousand pounds.

……

Behind Lu Ze, Zhang Xinghuo and Song Tianhua involuntarily straightened their bodies, and their mutterings strangely connected.

"Master has five more of these greatswords."

"Those five swords that stand tall in the burial ground?"

The two suddenly looked at each other.

"What level is your master at?" Song Tianhua finally couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"Didn't he say it was the Twelfth Star Realm?" Zhang Xinghuo frowned, clearly displeased with Song Tianhua's questioning tone.

"..." Song Tianhua fell silent and continued to look up.

tired.

Let's just pretend he never asked.

If the Grand Elder had seen those five crimson giant swords standing in the burial ground, burning with star power like torches... would he still have said those words?

If Lu Ze were only at the 12th Star Realm, how could Song Tianhua dare to stake the fate of his entire family!

At this moment, a fierce glint flashed in the eyes of the usually unassuming head of the Song family.

My Song family has no room for error!

Therefore, we beg the Grand Elder to die.

"Zhongming, activate the Thornwood Formation."

"Yes, Elder Tianhua!"

Although Song Tianhua's lips did not move, two voices echoed each other from afar.

The five enshrined figures who had been standing side by side behind them activated the wooden imperial plate together with Song Zhongming, the leader of the team.

The verdant luster spread out like water, and the originally low fences and walls grew simultaneously, instantly enveloping the entire base in an emerald-colored light shield.

far away.

The crowd was stunned.

What is the Song family doing?

Song Tianhua was unaware of their true feelings, and even if he had, he would have only scoffed.

You don't know anything! How could you possibly avoid Mr. Lu's divine might by retreating two thousand meters?

"Spark, let's go back inside."

Zhang Xinghuo was still somewhat bewildered, but upon hearing this, he subconsciously followed Song Tianhua back into the base.

"I finally feel more at ease here," Song Tianhua sighed.

"Elder Song, you... my master, is he really a twelfth-star realm cultivator?" The girl was completely bewildered.

"That's right, what you just said, even if there's a difference, it won't be by much."

It's probably around realms twelve, thirteen, four, five, six, or seven...

Screw Tantai Zhongyi, what a piece of trash!

"You old dog Tantai, I spit on you!"

Song Tianhua cursed fiercely, and suddenly felt incredibly clear-headed.

……

Of all the words in the mortal world, only the word "remembering" is the most profound.

The crimson giant sword, which gathered half the power of the sword domain, cleaved through the sky with a fierce wind as Lu Ze swung it down, crashing heavily into the dazzling white emperor sword energy with the force of the moon falling into the Milky Way.

Longing always flows to the bright moon, and when the moon grows weary, magpies perch on its branches.

One for every thousand.

Despite the obvious disadvantage of the former, everyone who looked up at this scene was almost suffocated.

That one is clearly a mountain of swords!

A giant sword, hundreds of meters long, sliced ​​across the sky, as if a god had descended to earth, capable of destroying mountains and stirring up seas.

The thousand white emperor sword energies, which were so fierce and powerful just a moment ago, now seemed like countless tiny streams pieced together compared to the towering giant sword, crashing into the mountains with a resolute and tragic momentum.

At this moment, Tantai Zhongyi's expression finally changed.

Because that sword was too huge.

Even if he used the White Horse Sword Box, he could not possibly control such an enormous sword aura that exceeded the scale of the sword.

"Hmph, that's just the nonsense of a mere child."

His voice was cold, and his right arm jerked.

"A pipe dream!"

At the top of the inverted sky, a giant tornado-like pillar instantly rose up, its end connecting directly to the yellowish-brown sword case.

With a whoosh, streaks of orange sword shadows burst forth from the sword sheath, trailing streaks of light as they passed through the swirling snow, weaving in mid-air into a vast orange-yellow net that enveloped the wilderness.

Time flies like an arrow, and life is but a fleeting dream; the affairs of the world are uncertain and vast!

Using a sword to counter a sword is called "sword transformation".

He hadn't thought he'd need to use this trump card.

Perhaps, it might never be needed?

What if that crimson giant sword wasn't as powerful as imagined?

--boom!

No sooner had this thought crossed his mind than a shockwave sweeping across the sky crashed down on him without warning.

Even with the Grand Elder's composure, he couldn't help but curse at this moment. He quickly retreated, pulled his hands up sharply, and the two sword boxes overlapped in front of him. The surging star power flowed into the sword boxes and then rose from the sword boxes to form a sword curtain, finally stopping him from continuing to be in a sorry state!

From the other side to the present, a thousand-meter-long track of sword energy exploded in an instant.

After enduring the rumbling tremors, he finally had time to look around and saw that all the drifting snowflakes in the sky had melted away, turning into thick water vapor.

All around, scorching red clouds rolled and churned.

It was as if a super-powerful thermobaric bomb had been detonated in mid-air.

Distracted, he didn't notice that in the open field below, the crowd that had retreated more than two thousand meters was blown hundreds or thousands of meters away as if it were saplings swept by a Category 12 typhoon.

Only a few powerful martial artists managed to keep themselves from falling by stomping their feet firmly into the mud.

But looking at the mess on the ground, how could one describe it as "disheveled"?

The elder was furious. Who would have thought that in the brief moment when the giant sword struck down, its speed suddenly doubled, completely disrupting his rhythm and causing him to embarrass himself for the first time ever.

The sword energy emanating from the Yellow Millet Sword Box was pierced through by the shockwave before it could even reach its intended location.

They blocked the way in vain!

That damn kid...

Wait, where is he?!

Tantai Zhongyi's eyes suddenly sharpened.

In the Star Source Perception, a gentle breeze suddenly pierced through the sea of ​​fire and smoke, calming the restless mind for no reason.

A long, strong hand reached out slowly and gently, casually brushing across the surface of the white jade-like sword case.

Suddenly, the left front of Tantai Zhongyi's star source perception was empty.

"No!"

His connection to the star source of the sword box white horse was severed!

"How dare you, you brat!"

In shock and rage, the Grand Elder's left arm veins bulged like earthworms as he made a large handprint in the air and fiercely grabbed at that spot.

In the field of vision, as that hand gripped the white horse sword box, a tall figure solidified from the distortion. When the figure calmly turned around, who else could it be but Lu Ze!

"That's not how you use a sword."

Lu Ze spoke softly, his gentle and polite voice resonating in every corner of this world. The sound waves converged, like whispers hidden under the leaves in a strong wind in the wilderness, subtle yet incredibly clear in everyone's ears.

Is he teaching the Grand Elder how to use a sword?

The warriors, scattered in various places, stared blankly at the sky, as if gazing upon a banished immortal.

This is probably no more than what nobles in ancient times could achieve.

Thoughts surfaced in everyone's mind, while the light and shadow in reality clearly outlined that person's every move on their retina.

Lu Ze raised his left hand with the elegance of an ancient nobleman, the white sword case lying quietly in his palm, like a peerless ancient zither.

Gently press two fingers of your right hand on the surface of the sword case.

At this moment, everything within a hundred meters of Lu Ze slowed down.

Lu Ze lowered his eyelids, and a golden pointer appeared in his right pupil.

Beyond the pointer, his eyes were as deep as the sea, filled only with longing.

He paid no attention to the slowly approaching handprint, but stared at the sword box with a focused and calm gaze, reminiscing about his old friend.

A touch of crimson spread from the fingertip, like a drop of red paint falling into water, creating ripples before disappearing into the white jade box.

"This is her favorite word."

A warm smile appeared on Lu Ze's lips as he suddenly uttered something rather cryptic.

The two fingers gently parted to the left and right, and a thin line solidified out of thin air, truly lying on the surface of the white horse sword box like a harp string.

Lu Ze gently plucked the "string" between his fingers and plucked it lightly.

A tremor ran through the air, and a gentle whisper followed.

"A lone figure stands amidst falling blossoms."

A sword shadow, its body entirely crimson and as white as jade, quietly appeared behind Lu Ze.

"Swallows fly in pairs in the light rain."

The jade-red sword split into two, then four, then eight, like a peacock spreading its tail feathers, forming a beautiful fan shape with layers of afterimages and a heart-pounding aura.

Lu Ze seemed oblivious, and slightly raised two fingers of his right hand.

"The bright moon was there then."

Eight streaks of crimson jade sword energy shot out in an instant.

Lu Ze lifted his eyelids, smiled and spoke, the pointer in his pupils disappearing.

"Once the colorful clouds returned."

hum-

Eight sword shadows spun into a sword wheel, crisscrossing and slashing down from the dome.

It swept past the handprint with a whoosh, carving out eight red jade streaks, and before the Grand Elder's incredulous and horrified gaze—

In an instant, it sliced ​​through his protective aura and lightly swept across his left arm!

Eight swords, nine broken!

The jade-like red light trail stretched straight ahead, disappearing into the horizon, between heaven and earth.

A full second later, when the Grand Elder truly saw the empty left shoulder, he let out a mournful roar for the first time.

"My arm—"

……

Lu Ze, however, remained indifferent, without the slightest ripple in his eyes.

He looked at the Grand Elder, who was screaming in terror and pain, as if he were only looking at a shadow.

Back then, in that star field, on that uninhabited planet.

She once responded to him with a smile.

"Thinking of the gentleman, whose gentleness is like jade. In his humble dwelling, he stirs my heart."

(End of this chapter)