NOVPUBEndless Sword Qi echoed in the sky, as the sword was slowly drawn from its scabbard.
"Clang,"
At this moment, myriad sword shadows slashed through half the firmament, and the surrounding space emitted a "crack" sound, fracturing under the weight of this force.
The sword in Jiang Yun’s hand was not overly long, just over two feet, with the entire blade a pale blue.
The hilt was pitch black, looking extremely delicate.
As he slowly swung the longsword in his hand, endless Sword Qi surged like the giant waves of a tsunami, striking down with unmatched power.
With a "boom," nearly a hundred of the Undying Race were annihilated within the Sword Qi.
The sky was still filled with dancing Sword Qi, shrouding the whole world within it.
The others around stepped back in fear witnessing such might, looking up at the figure in the sky with a mix of awe and horror.
Jiang Yun walked on air, his white clothing fluttering, his body surrounded by formidable Sword Qi.
Among the Undying Race, those who wore swords quivered in response.
It was as if all swords were resonating, threatening to bury the entirety of heaven and earth within a sea of swords.
Countless longswords rose into the air, the "clang" of drawn swords intertwining with the hum of sword energy.
Sword Qi fused with the longswords, forming a peerless giant sword of the vast sea.
At this moment, Jiang Yun was like a Direct Immortal among swords, as if all the swords in the world were obeying his command.
When he slashed down once more, another few hundred of the Undying Race perished.
The fissures in the earth grew wider, and great chasms appeared across the ground.
The leader in the Blood Robe frowned upon seeing this scene; his blood energy roaring within him, he too stepped into thin air and charged toward Jiang Yun.
A skeletal phantom slowly emerged behind him, and this skull was his True Fate.
At this moment, two orbs of ink-green Ghost Flame flashed within the skull’s eyes as waves of blood energy enveloped it.
With the Blood Robe man’s punch, the skeletal phantom behind him mirrored the motion.
With a "boom," the sky full of Sword Qi shattered, and Jiang Yun’s figure was also forced back several steps.
After all, he was only at the pinnacle of the Divine Vein Realm, while his opponent had already taken Five Steps to Immortality—the gap between them could hardly be bridged by anything else.
"Yield this minor world, and I will let your avatar leave," the Blood Robe man said flatly to Jiang Yun.
"You’re afraid," Jiang Yun slightly lifted his head and said with a faint smile.
The Blood Robe man paused for a moment before saying indifferently, "Do you think you alone can contend against our entire race?"
It wasn’t so much fear, but indeed he didn’t wish to make an enemy of Jiang Yun.
The name of the Sword Immortal was extraordinary—just an avatar possessed such strength; it was hard to imagine just how formidable the true body in the Upper Realm might be.
"Then you might be disappointed," Jiang Yun said with a light chuckle.
At this moment, he stood up and slowly closed his eyes, with boundless Spiritual Energy converging around him.
On the surface of his skin, veins bulged as if to burst, conspicuously marked.
Lines of blood patterns appeared on his body, his eyes turned completely blood-red, and the might around his body surged almost a hundredfold in an instant.
At that moment, the surrounding Spiritual Energy began to burn. The originally colorless Sword Qi turned a deep crimson.
Shattered Sword Intent was reassembling, the ferocious hum of the sword piercing the entire world.
The entire firmament was now tinged with blood red, painted by the swarming Sword Qi.
Jiang Yun slowly opened his eyes, and at that moment, the aura around him grew even stronger.
"Secret technique, Blood Prison Heaven Burning."
He, like a lonely boat drifting in the Endless Sea, was surrounded by tsunamis roaring, and giant waves whipping up endless hurricanes.
It seemed as if his being could be annihilated by this formidable might at any moment.
"It seems you have decided not to keep this avatar," the Blood Robe man said frowningly, "By burning all the essence blood in your body, you momentarily increase your strength by tens of times.
No matter the outcome, this avatar of yours is as good as finished."
Upon hearing the Blood Robe man’s words, Jiang Yun sneered and slowly raised the longsword in his hand.
At that moment, a blood-red aurora soared into the sky, illuminating half the firmament.
An ever-increasing aura of might was condensing on the longsword, and the surrounding space had long been ripped apart.
The collapse was now complete, as if the sounds of the vast Great Dao echoed in midair.
The phantom of a colossal sword slowly coalesced behind Jiang Yun.
With every move of this giant sword, it seemed as though the entire microcosm was shaking.
"Sword God descends," Jiang Yun murmured softly, as he held the sword with both hands, lifting the longsword high above his head.
And the phantom of the colossal sword behind him trembled along, with the blood-colored Sword Qi reverberating at the edge of the sky.
"The sword chant from afar is sounding, what a beautiful battle song, " Jiang Yun chuckled softly.
With his roar, the longsword in his hands, together with the colossal sword upon his body, both descended toward the ground below.
But as the longsword fell, his entire essence, Qi, and spirit were instantly drained, and the entire avatar dissipated into smoke and ashes.
However, the might of the descending longsword was already difficult to halt.
Seeing this situation, the Blood Robe man’s face became grave, having not expected the situation, which had seemed nearly certain, to become so troublesome.
Just an avatar was giving him such a great amount of trouble. 𝓃𝓸𝓿𝓹𝓾𝓫.𝓬ℴ𝓶
He rose into the air, with red-colored Spiritual Energy flowing around him.
The shadowy figure of a skull let out a ferocious roar, as white bones looked imposing.
Waves of blood-colored Qi swirled around the giant sword and he went for a punch directly at it.
The vast waves of Qi engulfed the whole space, and when the surge dissipated, many figures were even blown away.
A small mushroom cloud spread at the edge of the sky, and as the dust settled, everyone looked up again.
They saw that the colossal sword, which had overshadowed the sun, had vanished without a trace, and apart from some marks left by Sword Qi, the world was very peaceful.
The Blood Robe man stood in midair, his robe torn into several pieces.
After a long silence, the previously extinguished eyes of the skull phantom reignited with two ghostly flames.
The Blood Robe man then let out a long sigh.
"If it weren’t for our Undying Race’s characteristics, I might have really fallen to you this time."
The Blood Robe man descended from the air, looking at the ravaged earth.
The valley was now leveled, and he frowned, asking, "How is this small world doing?"
"It seemed like a few people left just now," a person beside him promptly reported.
"It doesn’t matter, take it over first, send a message to the clan, " the Blood Robe man replied indifferently.
As his voice faded, the ground beneath his feet suddenly cracked open, followed by the entire world shaking.
Even the sky at this moment burst open.
"Commander, this world seems to be headed for destruction," said someone beside him in panic.
