Chapter 82: The Sword Emperor of the Purple Mist Sect

  Just as Rakushin and the others were struggling, the void below suddenly began to fluctuate violently, with transparent spatial ripples spreading out in all directions. The entire Wolf's Fang Mountain seemed to be unable to withstand such power and started shaking.

  Rumble...

  The white-haired woman's expression changed involuntarily.

  "How is it possible!"

  How could the domain be shaken when I had already activated the Blood Extermination Sword Formation? Suddenly, a figure flashed through the woman's mind - Lu Qing, from being subdued to starting the blood sacrifice, that young man who didn't beg for mercy even once.

  Impossible, the woman instantly excluded Lu Qing and was sealed by her Xuanbing sword, it's impossible for him to do anything, could it be...

  The woman's face showed a hint of irritation, and she could see that this realm was about to collapse.

  Whether it was the Five Peaks of Luojiao, the Three Elders of Qingyu or the Three Swords of Fuyun, they all launched their strongest sword styles in the moment they saw the white-haired woman's slightly dazed expression.

  "Xun Wind Extinguishes the Void——" The three old men, Floating Clouds, stepped out simultaneously, and their three Qingfan-level long swords suddenly burst forth with a strong gust of wind. The Xun Wind Sword Aura shot out over ten zhang in length, and as they moved, it strangely merged into one, transforming into a massive sword aura nearly fifty zhang in length, wrapped around the fierce gale, stabbing towards the white-haired woman's chest. Wherever the sword aura passed, space rippled with two clear wave patterns on either side of the sword aura.

  "The Green Wooden Life and Death Wheel——" The three old men of Qingyu also made their move at the same time. Two of them took the black-robed old man as the center, with green wooden swords swirling around his gray sword aura like spring vines entwining it. The gray-green sword aura rotated rapidly under the guidance of the black-robed old man, forming a gray-green sword wheel several meters in diameter, with the aura of life and death entwined on its surface, as if it truly represented the cycle of life and death.

  The sword wheel slowly pressed towards the white-haired woman, and the air in front of her suddenly solidified under the cover of the sword wheel. The powerful aura completely enveloped the white-haired woman's entire body.

  Where the sword wheel passed, the ground was plowed out by an invisible sword energy, forming a trench several meters wide and more than one meter deep. The floating leaves and stones in mid-air were simultaneously crushed into powder.

  What a powerful sword style, the same as the five people of Luojian Peak in one party, their hearts skipped a beat. Since it has merged two different sword intents, such a sword style, although only three people are Sword Kings, its true power is already no less than the full-strength blow of an ordinary Five Elements Sword Sect strongman.

  It's worth noting that the further back in the sword path, the greater the difference between the ranks of Tian and the actual strength difference is even more enormous. Even challenging a Tian rank is extremely difficult, let alone three people joining forces to release an attack that is no less powerful than the full force of the Sword Sect.

  The gaze of Rakuten Peak flickered with strange light, but the movements in his hand did not slow down. The four Xuan Qing beside him also coordinated their movements, preparing to use a powerful sword style.

  Suddenly, a shout came from below: "Master!"

  But upon hearing the voice, a look of surprise flashed across Xuan Qing's eyes. He lowered his head to look and saw that the ripples in the space below had finally dissipated. At the same time, on the snowy ground that was originally shrouded by the boundary and completely unaffected, Lu Qing's figure suddenly appeared.

  Behind Lu Qing, a small sword made of cyan jade that emitted a faint cyan glow shot out with a whooshing sound into the distance.

  "There it is!"

  Qing Yu San Lao and Fu Yun San Jian also saw the jade sword that Ye Lao called "Separate Body" at the same time they heard the sound.

  "Chase!" With a loud shout, Lu Qianfeng ignored the six Qingyu elders surrounding the white-haired demoness and shot towards the distant fleeing Yuxiang along with four others.

  "Go die!"

  As soon as she heard Lu Qing's voice, the white-haired woman knew something was wrong. Now that she saw the Jade Sword escaping, how could she not know that the Blood Slashing Sword Formation she had spent a hundred years setting up had been completely destroyed? The anger in her heart twisted her originally icy face.

  The short sword in hand burst out with a strong white light, and with the white-haired woman as the center, a strong chill suddenly erupted, covering half of Langyashan with a layer of snowy frost in just a few breaths.

  The temperature was originally cold in the severe winter, and now it seems to have fallen into the nine-yin ice pool. The trees and rocks covered with white frost were blown by the mountain wind, and suddenly shattered into pieces, turning into blocks of ice.

  The short sword swept forward, and the white ice crystals slowly appeared around the woman. At this moment, the entire world seemed to be shaking, and the sky suddenly echoed with the sound of sword hums. The Qingyu San Lao and Fuyun San Jian couldn't help but change their faces, they found that their bodies were locked by the heaven and earth of Langyashan, and the irresistible majesty of the heaven and earth heavily pressed on their hearts.

  Pfft——

  Six people couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood at the same time, their bodies swaying precariously in mid-air.

  The two powerful sword styles that the six people had originally joined forces to attack the white-haired woman with suddenly stopped in mid-air at the same time as she swung out this sword, and a solid hundred-meter ice sword suddenly condensed into being with the white-haired woman's short sword as its hilt. A sword intent that seemed to seal off heaven and earth accompanied the appearance of the ice sword, pressing down on Qing Yu and the three old men from afar.

  Hūn

  The sword wheel and the sword halo seemed to have encountered their arch-nemesis when facing this surge of sword intent, and they actually emitted two mournful sword hums before shattering into tiny fragments that scattered in all directions.

  "Escape!" The old man in black robes shouted, and he was the first to rush towards the distance. The five people beside him had already lost their will to fight when they saw the white-haired woman's sword. Upon hearing his words, they immediately dispersed and fled in six different directions. They were well aware that this way, the white-haired woman could at most only choose one person to pursue, let alone the fact that such a situation was almost impossible.

  Just as they had expected, the white-haired woman retreated rapidly after condensing this massive ice sword, and rushed towards the distant Lianqian Peak, which was already just a few small dots on the horizon.

  In the astonished gaze of Ling Xue and his party, a hundred-meter-long physical ice sword rose from Langya Mountain, bringing an ear-shattering sword hum that tore through the sky, heavily slashing onto a mountain peak over two hundred meters high near Langya Mountain.

  Boom!

  The earth shook violently at this moment, and more than a dozen stone houses in Langkou Village that were not strong enough collapsed with a loud noise. Fortunately, the villagers were all cleaning up the village after the massacre, so there was no one in the house, and there was no damage, only a considerable shock.

  Lu Qing, you should still be alive, right?

  Looking at the nearly collapsed and fragmented Wolf Tooth Mountain, Duan Qingyun's heart trembled.

  At this moment, Lu Qing was experiencing his first flight in the air with his sword, although it was under the guidance of his master Xuan Qing. Looking down at the mountains and forests below that were constantly passing by, and the fierce gusts of wind around Master Xuan Qing's protective sword aura, still made Lu Qing feel a surge of unnameable heroic emotions in his heart. Would he also have such a day?

  "You're only capable of this?" A somewhat disdainful voice echoed in his mind, "Properly cultivate the Purple Emperor Sword Body Technique that I taught you. Under my guidance, it's not like I'm saying you'll break through to the Sword Spirit Realm, but at least the Sword Soul Realm shouldn't be a problem."

  Lu Qing heard the words and suddenly woke up from his thoughts, not thinking that Ye Lao had seen through his idea just now. However, he hesitated whether to transmit his divine consciousness, after all, at this moment he was being carried by his master Xuanqing in mid-air, if discovered, he didn't know what would happen.

  "Don't worry, just speak out loud in your own mind, I can hear you, and rely on the fact that your masters still can't detect my presence."

  Lu Qing was taken aback, and immediately opened his mouth in the sea of consciousness: "What to do now, that crazy woman behind has caught up," Lu Qing's eyes glanced at the white sword light rushing towards them from behind, he could even see the white-haired woman's eyes filled with frost and cold air piercing through the air and locking onto them.

  "This avatar only has a thread of my divine consciousness, and its power is less than one percent of my true body. It can't escape your master's group, so I'll think of a way to make it self-destruct reasonably, to mix things up..."

  "Huh? Another Sword Emperor has arrived——" Ye Lao suddenly spoke up, his tone somewhat astonished. "However, it seems to be from your master's side, this aura belongs to the same origin."

  As expected, after Ye Lao spoke up, a purple-golden light point flew over from afar and arrived at a spot a hundred zhang away in the blink of an eye.

  "Master!"

  The five people of Luojifeng simultaneously revealed a look of surprise, and Lu Qing also looked up to see an ordinary-looking old man in gray clothes, but with a ruddy complexion, a full head of black hair, and carrying a large red sword with a faint golden glow on his back. Although it was not as big as Lu Qing's Lian Xin, it was nearly five feet long and two inches wide.

  At this moment, the old man in gray was floating in mid-air, his entire being seemed to merge with the surrounding heaven and earth. In Lu Qing's eyes, he looked like a giant sword that pierced through the sky and the earth, emitting an aura of unparalleled majesty.

  This was the Sword Emperor of the Purple Mist Sect who had never revealed himself, and yet he was so powerful. Lu Qing felt that even the white-clothed woman might not be a match for this old man, although he didn't know why, but he had such a feeling in his heart.

  Looking at the cyan jade sword shooting in front of him, a purple-gold light burst forth from the old man's hand, and from his five fingers, inch-long substantial sword auras extended simultaneously. In just an instant, it transformed into a foot-wide purple-gold giant hand that grabbed towards the jade sword.