Legend of Swordsman

4912 Xu Jin’s Flowing Cloud Grass Sword Style

The void shook violently.

All the Yan Immortals and peak cultivators felt the void suddenly become sticky.

It was as if time had stopped for a moment.

Then, a black light that could tear the void flew across the entire battleground at an unimaginable speed and shot toward the beautiful figure.

It was as if the Heavenly Dao had collapsed and the great sun had withered.

A crisp cry resounded in the void battleground.

Di Qing’s precious image form shattered, and countless golden lights retreated from his Immortal body. His magnificent ten-sided wings also withered and shattered.

All the Yan Immortals could clearly see that there was a huge wound on Di Qing’s heart.

Pure golden blood flowed out, dyeing the shattered void with color.

Prince Qian, Chen Qing, Chun Qiu, Cui Jing, Wei Liujia, Zhao Ting, and the others all had ashen expressions. Even the few remaining Yan Immortals and the less than 1,000 peak cultivators were in despair.

Every Yan Immortal and even peak cultivator knew that the reason why they could persist until now was because of Di Qing’s existence.

Now that Di Qing was severely injured, everything was finally coming to an end.

Cough cough…

Coughing out a mouthful of golden blood, Di Qing’s aura became weak and his eyes began to tire. He could no longer hold on and fell into the void. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn novelenglish.net . ꜰɪre.nᴇt

Chun Qiu was the first to react. He instantly arrived in front of Di Qing and held him up. He took out a large number of Emperor-grade pills from his chest and stuffed them into Di Qing’s mouth.

“Don’t resist. Eat them all,” Chun Qiu said in a trembling voice.

As soon as the Di tier pill entered his mouth, it turned into rays of light that drilled into his body and began to rapidly repair the heavily injured areas.

Di Qing, who had almost died, was able to extend his life and his aura stabilized. However, he was still in a state of uncertainty, as if he could die at any moment.

The broken Void Battleground fell silent. The 800-plus Yan Immortals were like a collapsing mountain, silently walking toward them.

The indescribable aura almost made the Six Heavens Realm on the verge of collapse.

Immediately after, an old black-robed figure appeared in front of the huge Yan Immortal army.

He slowly walked forward, his turbid eyes filled with satisfaction.

“I didn’t expect that there would be a Nine Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal in this small void battleground.”

“What I didn’t expect was that I killed a Nine Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal by myself.”

As he said this, his turbid eyes were filled with arrogance.

This was indeed an honor. He was merely a Three Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal, yet he was able to kill a rank Nine Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal. If this matter spread, it would be his most glorious battle!

Chen Qing slowly took a step forward and looked at him with a gloomy expression. “Shameless person, actually doing something like a sneak attack! Although you are a Grand Yan Immortal, you are not even comparable to a beast!”

When the old Grand Yan Immortal heard this, he flicked his finger.

In an instant, Chen Qing’s expression changed. His right arm, which was holding the sword, was directly crushed into powder.

“You, a puny little Yan Immortal, dare to challenge me? No respect!” He snorted coldly.

Cui Jing stood up at this time and looked at him proudly. His words were full of disdain. “I’m not going to be nice. An old thing like you, all you can do is a sneak attack. If we fight in the open, you’re not worthy at all!”

The extremely old Grand Yan Immortal had not been angered in years. This time, he was completely enraged!

He did not expect that these ant-like fellows would actually dare to talk back to him. How could he not be ashamed and angry?

“You’re courting death!” The old Grand Yan Immortal flicked his finger and Cui Jing was heavily injured. Divine blood gushed out of his seven orifices.

“Today, none of you will live!”

After he finished speaking, he pointed his finger, and Chun Qiu, Zhao Ting, Wei Liujia, and the others were all heavily injured.

The remaining Yan Immortals in the Six Heavens Realm could not get up at this moment.

The suppression of a Grand Evolution Immortal on a Yan Immortal was too terrifying. He only moved his finger and the Yan Immortal was heavily injured.

No more Yan Immortal could stand up, the Six Heavens Realm gates opened.

The old Grand Yan Immortal’s eyes were filled with contempt as he looked ahead.

He only needed to destroy the Six Heavens Realms to complete the mission.

Just as he was about to destroy Six Heavens, something unexpected happened.

Facing the overwhelming army of Yan Immortals, a skinny top cultivator walked out. He drew the true sword hanging from his waist and looked ahead solemnly.

Seeing this scene, all the Yan Immortals felt that it was absurd, even the old Grand Yan Immortal was extremely surprised.

This cultivator who had just entered the Entry Yan stage actually dared to step up to face a thousand Yan Immortals?

One had to know, any random Yan Immortal could crush him as easily as crushing an ant.

However, he still did not run and stood up resolutely.

He held the sword hilt with both hands and pointed the sharp blade forward.

This ordinary-looking, thin top cultivator was Xu Jin.

Looking at this ridiculous scene, the old Grand Yan Immortal seemed to be interested. He waved his hand and three peak cultivators who were also in the Entry Yan stage flew out and stood in front of Xu Jin.

Xu Jin took a deep breath and stepped forward with his sword.

One top cultivator against three top cultivators, this was almost a result without suspense.

However, Xu Jin stood up alone. He had nowhere to retreat, and he knew what would happen to him.

In the next moment, the three top cultivators moved at the same time. Several streaks of Yan power burst out from their hands and shot forward.

Pointing his long sword forward, Xu Jin seemed to have entered some kind of ethereal state. Even his breathing had disappeared.

All the Yan Immortals looked at this farce-like scene with mocking expressions.

However, the expected result did not appear.

The streak of Yan power, which combined the power of three top cultivators, shattered inch by inch when it hit its target.

Some attentive Yan Immortals noticed that the violent energy did not break on its own, but was shattered by the dense Sword Intent.

That swordsman was not simple!

The three top cultivators also noticed this change, but none of them took it to heart. They all charged at Xu Jin.

The whole sword style of Flowing Cloud Grass Sword was made up of nine moves, from simple to complex. So far, only Jian Wushuang had mastered it.

As for Xu Jin, who was slow in talent and had poor control over his Yan power, he had only cultivated to the third move.

How powerful could the third move of Flowing Cloud Grass Sword be?

At this moment, Xu Jin had long forgotten all the dangers. His eyes were only on the sword in his hand. At the same time, his divine sense was deducing the Sword Dao over and over again.

Flowing Cloud Grass Sword, first move.

Star Bind.

This was the most basic sword move that laid the foundation for the entire Sword Intent of the Flowing Cloud Grass Sword, starting from simple to complex.

The True Sword extended forward, and the simplest horizontal slash was the intent of Star Bind!

The void fluctuated, and the Sword Intent shone brightly.