noffsinger Chapter 401: Sword Intent, Jingyun Sword Breaks the Altar
Chapter 401: Sword Intent, Jingyun Sword Breaks the Altar
The sound of the sword was like a thunder, exploding in the silent night sky.
Next to the underground altar, the third person suddenly opened his eyes and his pupils shrank suddenly.
He raised his head in disbelief, looking at the roof of the manor that was torn apart by sword energy, as if he had seen something incredible.
"What the hell! What's going on?!" San Xidi exclaimed, his jaw almost dropping to the ground.
This was the altar they had carefully arranged, and it was actually split in half by a sword from the sky?
What kind of swordsmanship is required to achieve this?
He felt like his worldview was about to collapse.
In the manor, a local dog that was originally sleeping soundly suddenly stood up with all its hair standing on end and a low whimpering sound coming from its throat.
It widened its eyes and looked in horror at the roof that was torn apart by the sword energy, and its body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Although it wanted to appear ferocious, the fear in its heart made it retreat involuntarily, and it tucked its tail between its legs, trying to find a place to hide.
"Woof woof woof! The dog is scared to death!" It barked wildly in its heart, wishing it could escape from this dangerous place immediately.
The third person looked up at the sky and saw a dazzling sword light falling from the sky, as if it was going to split the whole world in half.
Wherever the sword light passed, the air was torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound.
"This... this is the Sword Saint?!" San Xidi's voice trembled, his heart filled with shock and fear.
He never expected that Sword Saint Zhou Ping'er would appear here.
Could it be that their plan was exposed?
"No! Retreat quickly!" San Xidi shouted and turned around to escape from this dangerous place.
However, before he could take a few steps, a sharp sword energy descended from the sky and locked him firmly.
"Want to run? Not that easy!" A cold voice came from the sky, like the sound of an angel from the sky, but with a hint of cold murderous intent.
San Xidi only felt a flash before his eyes, and a figure appeared in front of him.
It was a man dressed in white, holding a long sword in his hand. The sword emitted a dazzling light, like a god descending from heaven.
"You...you are..." San Xidi looked at the man in front of him in horror, his voice trembling, as if he had seen the god of death.
"Zhou Ping'er!" The man in white spat out three words coldly. The long sword in his hand trembled slightly, and a sharp sword energy slashed towards the third seat...
"and many more……"
Shen Qingzhu walked to the window and looked up at the rolling clouds outside.
It was a clear night sky, dotted with stars and the moon hanging high in the sky, but she inexplicably felt a palpitation in her heart, as if something bad was about to happen.
She frowned slightly, pursed her lips, and felt uneasy inside.
"This is weird, what's going on tonight? I feel like something's not right..."
She murmured to herself softly, her slender fingers unconsciously gripping the window frame, her knuckles turning slightly white.
Jiu Xidi also walked to the window and looked up at the sky following Shen Qingzhu's gaze.
Upon seeing this, his face instantly became paler, uglier than if he had seen a ghost.
"What the hell! This cloud...what's going on with this cloud?!" He couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, his tone full of disbelief.
"This... this couldn't be..."
He seemed to have thought of something terrible, his voice stopped abruptly, his pupils shrank suddenly, and beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead.
He paced back and forth, his brow furrowed, like an ant on hot pan.
"No, I have to go and take a look!" He gritted his teeth and turned to walk towards the underground altar.
Every step felt extremely heavy, as if it were filled with lead.
His heart was full of contradictions and struggles.
On the one hand, he was afraid to face the unexpected events that might happen at the altar;
On the other hand, he was eager to know what had happened.
When he reached the entrance of the altar, he took a deep breath, hesitated for a moment, and finally stepped in.
The altar was in a mess, with the neatly arranged offerings scattered all over the floor, and the air was filled with a disgusting smell of blood.
He suppressed his discomfort and carefully observed his surroundings, hoping to find some clues.
"This...what is going on?" he muttered to himself, his tone full of confusion and fear.
Suddenly, he seemed to have discovered something, and his eyes were fixed on a broken formation diagram in the center of the altar.
He walked quickly to the formation diagram, squatted down and observed it carefully.
The formation diagram is covered with dense lines, some of which are broken and emit a faint light.
He stretched out his finger and lightly touched the pattern on the formation diagram. A strange energy instantly surged into his body, causing his whole body to tremble.
"This... what kind of power is this?"
He cried out in surprise, and he suddenly withdrew his fingers, as if he had been electrocuted, and his body involuntarily took a few steps back.
"Could it be..." He looked up at the roof of the manor that was torn apart by sword energy, and a terrible guess came to his mind.
He turned around abruptly, looked at Shen Qingzhu, and said hurriedly: "Quick! Go and notify..."
Above the sky, the clouds rolled like a pot of boiling thick ink.
Zhou Ping'er stood with her hands behind her back, her clothes rustling, as if she were a banished immortal.
He glanced down with a cold gaze, accurately locking onto the abandoned manor at No. 42, Dong'an Street, in the northern suburbs.
There, a faint evil aura, like the faint light of a firefly in the night, was visible to his eyes.
"Found it." Zhou Ping'er raised a cold arc at the corner of her mouth and raised her hand to grab.
The sword case behind him popped out instantly, and a clear dragon roar resounded through the sky.
There was a flash of silver light, and the Dragon Elephant Sword fell steadily into his hands.
The sword body trembled slightly and emitted a low humming sound, as if responding to the call of its master, or like a dormant beast about to reveal its fangs.
Zhou Ping'er turned her wrist, and the Dragon Elephant Sword made a clear sword sound, like a dragon roaring in the sky, shocking all directions.
He took a deep breath, and the true energy in his body surged wildly and poured into the sword.
The sword's light suddenly increased, and the dazzling light seemed to tear the entire night sky apart.
He slowly raised the Dragon Elephant Sword in his hand, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at the manor below.
"cut!"
A loud shout, like the wrath of a god, shook the clouds violently and even dimmed the stars in the distance.
The Dragon Elephant Sword, carrying the sword energy that could destroy the world, transformed into a terrifying sword shadow that pierced through the sky and earth and stabbed fiercely towards the manor!
"boom!!!"
With a loud bang, the entire manor trembled violently under the terrifying might of the sword.
The ground cracked into countless cracks as if there was an earthquake, with debris flying everywhere and smoke and dust filling the air.
The sword shadow accurately struck the altar, and in an instant, the altar and the surrounding buildings were destroyed.
It was like tofu being cut in half and completely collapsed.
The carefully arranged altar was like paper under this sword, with no resistance at all.
The three people sitting beside the altar didn't even have time to scream.
He was blown away by the aftermath of the sword energy and fell heavily to the ground like a broken sack, foaming at the mouth and fainting.
The Nine Seats, who were just at the entrance of the altar, were also blocked by the sudden huge shock wave and the diffuse smoke and dust.
Forced to retreat, I couldn't see what was going on inside at all.
When the smoke and dust cleared, the manor was in a mess, as if it had suffered an unprecedented disaster.
But Zhou Ping'er still stood with her hands behind her back, above the clouds, her face calm.
He seemed to have just done something insignificant and didn't even frown.
"Hmm?" Zhou Ping'er's brows relaxed slightly, and a hint of ambiguous smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked up into the depths of the manor again. There, a strange aura was slowly rising.
It seems that the fun here has just begun.
He snorted coldly, and the Dragon Elephant Sword in his hand roared again, and the sword trembled.
A faint light flashed, and in front of him, the space began to distort, and then a black crack appeared.
Zhou Ping'er stepped in.
At the moment the altar collapsed, a smile appeared on Zhou Ping'er's lips.
Amidst the smoke and dust, a slender figure slowly emerged, floating around like a ghost.
The figure was shrouded in a black robe, and his face could not be seen clearly, but Zhou Ping'er recognized him at a glance.
That was the Whisperer - one of the core members of the Divine Human Secret.
"Hey, isn't this the Great Sword Saint Zhou? What a coincidence, you're here to admire the moon too?"
The mumbling person spoke in a strange voice, trying to pretend to be a passerby.
However, his trembling voice and stiff body language revealed his inner panic.
Zhou Ping'er sneered, "Appreciating the moon? You're probably admiring your life!"
The Dragon Elephant Sword was unsheathed again, and the sword light was as fast as lightning, going straight for the throat of the whisperer.
The Whisperer let out a strange cry and barely avoided the fatal blow, but the sword energy still left a deep wound on his chest that was visible to the bone.
"Oh my god! Are you serious?!" He covered his wound with an expression of disbelief on his face.
Black energy surged from the wound, quickly repairing his body.
"Help! Someone is cutting me!"
The whisperer screamed for help deep into the manor, his voice sharp and piercing, like the howling of a ghost.
Before he finished speaking, a low roar came from deep within the manor.
The originally shivering earth dog suddenly swelled up and grew bigger, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a giant earth dragon covered with black scales. It was the Wind Earth Dragon Vein!
It opened its bloody mouth and swallowed the whisperer in one gulp, then turned into a black wind and disappeared into the night.
Zhou Ping'er looked at the receding black wind and sighed helplessly, "Alas, the cooked duck flew away..."
In the ruins, Lin Qiye, Wu Hen and others finally arrived.
Looking at the devastated scene before him, Fatty Baili'er's face turned pale. "It's all over. Sword Saint Zhou wouldn't... have sacrificed himself, right?"
Wu Hen stroked his chin and analyzed seriously: "In my opinion, Sword Saint Zhou is definitely not dead."
"Think about it, how could such an awesome person die so easily? He might be drinking tea and watching a play in some corner!"
Lin Qiye looked around, his brows furrowed.
The lingering sword energy and faint evil aura in the air all indicate that a fierce battle had taken place here.
"Sword Saint Zhou's aura is still there, but... those mysterious guys seem to be still alive as well."
Everyone looked at each other with strange expressions.
"Strange, why did Sword Saint Zhou let them go?" Wu Hen scratched his head, puzzled.
Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something and slapped his thigh.
"I know! Sword Saint Zhou must be deliberately playing the long game to catch a bigger fish!"
"What kind of fish are you fishing for?" Lin Qiye looked at Wu Hen in confusion.
"of course……"
Wu Hen smiled mysteriously and said in a low voice,
"Mermaid!"