bestfiction Chapter 475
Chapter 475
Qing Yizi's confidence was backed by his formidable strength, and his battle with his opponent was imminent.
Mo Li is a powerful cultivator renowned for his swordsmanship. He is not one of those military academy candidates. He is already fifty-eight years old, which is considered middle age for a Qi Refining cultivator. However, his long-term immersion in combat has made his mastery of swordsmanship extremely meticulous, reaching the limit of his current realm.
With absolute precision in his control of spiritual energy, he made five flying swords soar through the air simultaneously, his movements fluid and natural. The long sword he held was incredibly powerful, and all six swords attacked Qing Yizi from different directions.
Qing Yizi was no ordinary person either. His scales tumbled in the air. Although one scale couldn't block a sword, it could deflect the sword's attack. As a result, cold light flashed continuously in the air, and the metallic crackling sound was as dense as a sudden rain.
His fighting style was very similar to Zhong Ming's. He kept taking out all sorts of strange but highly effective objects from his storage bag. The "strange stones" he threw not only blocked the enemy's attacks, but also ignited themselves with light blue flames due to the sparks splashed out by the longsword.
It turned out that it was just a piece of sulfur painted the color of a stone, with a flint on the outside and sulfur powder inside. When the sword was struck, it was like striking a match, and colorless poisonous smoke immediately spread out.
This is not fatal for a Qi Refining stage cultivator, but it can still interfere with his physical condition, causing a certain degree of decline in his ability to circulate spiritual energy and his senses such as smell.
As Mo Li held his breath and focused on launching another attack, his longsword struck the next defensive object that suddenly appeared, instantly turning it into powder. This powder drifted like a cloud of mist in a small spherical area, and was ignited by a spark. The violent dust explosion left him with a "blackened face".
After several rounds, Mo Li stopped engaging in close combat and focused on controlling his five longswords for ranged attacks. He could even retreat and create distance while controlling his swords, simultaneously forming a hand seal to summon a metal dragon made of metal-elemental spiritual energy to pounce on the enemy.
Seeing that this person was serious, Qing Yizi stopped hiding his intentions, clasped his hands together, and shouted, "Heaven and earth are dark and yellow, the shadow vanishes, the Dao is boundless, evil spirits hide, the natural order prevails, the three calamities are extinguished..."
Everyone present held their breath. Mo Li, who was in the midst of a fierce battle, was even more tense. A golden light shone on his chest, his skin became as hard as steel, and his eyes seemed to radiate endless golden light. A giant metal dragon soared into the air, each of its four claws gripping a longsword, while the fifth sword and the dragon formed a "dragon playing with a pearl" formation, attacking Qing Yizi from both sides.
"Well done!"
Qing Yizi finally finished chanting, let out a loud shout, and then his body disintegrated, turning into three wisps of green wind that darted back and forth in the air.
Everyone watching gasped in astonishment. Was this a move that someone in the Qi Refining stage could use? No wonder he was the number one person below the Foundation Establishment stage in the entire camp.
Zhong Ming was also amazed. He was powerless to resist this mysterious spell when he was in the Qi Refining stage. Even after entering the Foundation Establishment stage, he didn't know if he could truly break it without personally going into battle.
The metal dragon missed its target and turned to bite at a gust of green wind, but it was all in vain.
Mo Li immediately realized that this was probably not a combat technique, but a secret escape technique!
This kid definitely can't maintain this state for long. Will he use some secret escape technique to rush to my side?
His whole body was tense, and he secretly gathered spiritual power in his hands. Everyone thought he was a swordsman, but in reality, his ultimate move was not a powerful sword technique, but an explosive fist technique.
The Sword Fist Style is the only move that can be used during the Qi Refining stage. The sword energy of the five longswords is condensed on the five fingers, and the sword energy is drawn into the meridians and flows. Only a strong person with ultimate control over sword energy dares to use it. When this punch is thrown, it is as if the five swords are combined into one.
The metal dragon's attack failed, so it coiled its tail around a fifth longsword, which then wrapped around Mo Li's body. Its metal-based spiritual power continued to rise, and the spiritual power, wrapped around the sword energy, surged through his meridians, finally condensing at the tips of his five fingers, ready to be unleashed.
Three streaks of green wind swirled in the air, connecting head to tail around Mo Li, forming a whirlwind that made it impossible to tell where they would appear from.
"It's not too late to surrender now."
A sound came from the blue wind.
"Enough with the nonsense, let's settle this with one strike."
Both sides had exhausted most of their spiritual energy in the exchange of blows. After the next all-out attack, whoever could still stand would be the victor.
A fierce wind howled, and the cultivators felt the surrounding spiritual energy converging in this direction, as he was about to unleash a final attack, drawing upon the immense power of heaven and earth.
"Take the move."
Qing Yizi seemed unwilling to launch a sneak attack. Before making his move, he shouted loudly, and a gust of wind condensed into a human shape behind Mo Li, forming a fist with swirling gale-force winds. The completely transparent gauntlet then revealed its true form: a silver gauntlet engraved with sacred runes, shimmering with spiritual light, and striking straight at the heart of the enemy.
Mo Li reacted extremely quickly. After noticing the attack coming from behind, all the muscles in his body tensed up. The muscles in his waist drove his arms, and he accelerated his turn to deliver a punch that he had been holding back for a long time.
"boom!"
The shockwave from the explosion blinded people, and ordinary onlookers on both sides were knocked to the ground by the powerful aftershocks. Meanwhile, the powerful figures standing atop the two cannons stared in disbelief at the scene before them, their pupils shrinking.
Mo Li's sword, fist, and wrist were forcibly gripped by a hand, preventing him from advancing an inch.
The same applies to Qing Yizi's wrist.
"Gentlemen, this is just a small sparring match, why take it so seriously?" Zhong Ming smiled at the two men, simultaneously squeezing their wrists until they were slightly deformed.
These two are not to be trifled with. Their spiritual power surged and raged, but no matter how they exerted it, Zhong Ming was always able to counteract it with a more magnificent and gentler force, causing them to annihilate each other.
The wind fist and sword fist were gradually suppressed, and the two men's expressions changed again and again. Mo Li, in particular, had an uncertain expression on his face. The metal dragon coiled around his body melted and merged into his body. It seemed that he had withdrawn his supernatural power, but in fact, he also collected all the spiritual power in the metal dragon and bombarded it towards Zhong Ming.
Qing Yizi became much gentler, and the wind stopped as soon as it died down.
Both sides' efforts were ultimately in vain. How could two Qi Refining stage cultivators, who had consumed a lot of spiritual energy, compare to the Foundation Establishment stage cultivator in terms of the sheer volume of spiritual energy?
"The battle between the two of you is so fierce and powerful that I can't help but admire it."
"Not at all, Your Excellency is the one with the most profound Daoist knowledge." Qing Yizi recognized the person in front of him as the True Man Cuihong, who was in seclusion in the Third Guard Team.
The whispers around them were broken by a gasp from the crowd.
"Look, it's Master Cuihong! He's emerged from seclusion!"
The 134th Battalion erupted in thunderous cheers.