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Chapter 730: Sacrifice one blow

The first sword was so powerful that Wei Yan's robe was constantly blown by the violent spiritual power surging from his body.

He raised his sword and stepped forward. The outer layer of sword energy extended several feet, and a horizontal slash blocked the heavy sword.

However, his body was forced back ten feet by this huge force.

This sword seemed to bring a hurricane. Wei Yan had cleverly integrated the power of wind into it, making it extremely powerful.

Changqing felt an overwhelming force breaking the base of his sword, but fortunately, it was his spiritual power body and he recovered in the blink of an eye.

The sword force contained in this sword would probably cut the mountain in half in an instant if it were not blocked by the formation.

On the other hand, Wei Yan had a bloody wound on his arm, and blood was constantly oozing out. This was actually a forbidden technique, and judging by its appearance, it would consume a large amount of the body's energy.

But Wei Yan did not stop. He swung the black heavy sword, using his waist as the axis, and slashed horizontally. The wind spiritual power on the heavy sword drew a silver arc of a full moon. This blow actually brought up the gravel on the ground, and it was as sharp as a sword, and slashed towards Chang Qing along with the sword light.

The sword energy shot out, and Changqing slashed out several sword energies in succession, but none of them could block it. The power of the sword was even greater than the first one.

Chang Qing shouted coldly and became completely serious. In that case, he would use sword moves to counter sword moves.

The mental power poured into Dongfeng 51 and accumulated to the extreme, and also cut out a thin silver line, forming a different contrast with the black sword energy of the heavy sword.

But the result was beyond expectations. The thin line that seemed to be prone to collapse at the touch of a finger easily shattered the powerful sword energies.

Wei Yan had never underestimated Chang Qing. When he struck the second sword, he slammed the heavy sword into the ground, used the force to leap up, and quickly cut down several sword energies in the air. The sword energies flew out of his hands and crossed to form a cage, and he actually wanted to use the sword energy to trap Chang Qing in it.

"Sword net to kill evil!" Wei Yan shouted, his fingers were already torn and bleeding. For this move, it was like injuring the enemy a thousand times and hurting himself eight hundred times.

The sword net was so sharp that Chang Qing's body would be cut into pieces if he was caught in it. However, he did not retreat, but took several steps forward and faced the sword net, saying:

"Good sword! I also have a style called - Demon-Slaying!" Chang Qing played Dongfeng 51. A green light lit up and the wooden sword floated in front of him, emitting a huge amount of sword light.

Chang Qing tightly grasped the wooden sword, and a very bright sword energy came back from where the sword tip pointed. It was vibrating rapidly, and soon one sword energy turned into two, two became four, four became eight, and a moment later, countless sword energies burst out, whistling towards the sword net in a mighty manner.

The sound of swords clanging rang out, as if thousands of troops were fighting. The powerful sword intent continued to plow the ground of the cave, and stone powder flew everywhere.

Wei Yan fell down, and the heavy sword in his hand suddenly fell to the ground, and blood flowed slowly along the edge of the sword to the ground.

Taking a deep breath, Wei Yan revealed a bitter smile. There are five sword techniques in total, and he has already used three of them at this moment. Before he could truly master the sword techniques, he forced them to move. His body was already overloaded. His sword techniques were enough to allow him to fight against a mid-stage Kaihua realm cultivator without being defeated.

But the 'Qingtong' in front of him, dressed in white, easily blocked his sword moves like a monster. If he continued, I'm afraid...

However, Wei Yan's eyes soon became firm. If he wanted to live, he could only put himself in danger of death first, and then he could find a glimmer of hope!

In that case, Wei Yan raised his sword, his figure was elusive, and he came close to Chang Qing in an instant, swung his sword and slashed at Chang Qing's forehead.

The sudden attack caught Changqing off guard, but fortunately he had a solid foundation and was able to immediately receive the attack and adjust his body shape.

This time, Wei Yan's strength and speed were much greater. For a moment, Wei Yan's figure was everywhere in the sky, and the sound of weapons clashing could be heard continuously. The long sword in Chang Qing's hand kept falling in various places in the void. Every time he made a move, sparks flashed and the void trembled.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of fights had taken place. This time, Chang Qing was actually at a disadvantage, and was constantly forced to retreat. If he had not relied on the Yin-Yang Avenue to see the strength of the opponent's attacks, he would have been killed by the sword. However, even so, he did not dare to be careless. If he was half a breath slower, he would be in trouble.

Fortunately, with such terrifying explosive power, Chang Qing estimated that he would not be able to hold on for long. Indeed, this was the case. Wei Yan suddenly stopped and had turned into a bloody man with blood flowing everywhere on his body. He looked extremely miserable.

"Cough cough cough cough! If it really is you, it doesn't matter if I die in this battle, hahahaha!" Wei Yan seemed to have suffered extremely serious internal injuries and was coughing violently, coughing up a large pool of blood, but he looked at his opponent with a free and easy smile, and there seemed to be another meaning in his words.

But this look made the smile seem particularly creepy, giving Chang Qing goose bumps all over his body. Could it be that his brain was also injured?

But soon, Chang Qing discovered something was wrong. Wei Yan was smiling with great satisfaction, and even a little bit of confidence, as if... he had some backup plan.

Looking around, the surrounding ground was covered with dense traces of sword energy left by Wei Yan's slashing from top to bottom. One could imagine how fierce the battle had just been.

Chang Qing's eyes flashed black and white, and his expression suddenly changed. He seemed to have really fallen into the opponent's trap, because there was not a trace of sword intent left in these sword marks. Under the ground within a radius of dozens of feet, the sword intent was condensing towards one place and turning into a ball of sword intent light.

Wei Yan caught the shock that flashed across Chang Qing's face: "Did you find out? This move is my strongest weapon. I want to see if you can take it!"

Wei Yan got so excited that he covered his mouth with his hands and coughed wildly. Several lines of blood dripped down from between his fingers. With his other hand, he suddenly stabbed the heavy sword in his hand into the ground!

Instantly, the scene seemed to fall into an eerie silence, but it was not real silence, but an extremely noisy buzzing sound that made the three people temporarily deaf.

The area where Changqing was located began to shake wildly, and the ground veins began to resonate with the sword intent, blocking the space for a short period of time and making it difficult for Changqing to escape. Countless huge wounds appeared on the ground, and silver lines illuminated the cracks. Rocks rolled down, and the sword intent in the gaps seemed to begin to boil, and dazzling silver light continued to burst out.

When Chang Qing came to his senses, nine figures transformed from sword intent appeared around his body, freezing him in mid-air. They did not attack him, but only wanted to block Chang Qing's movements.

But the more this happened, the more uneasy Changqing felt. He glanced at the ground beneath his feet. The boulders were crushed into powder, the space was twisting, and even the formation had fine cracks. The ground dozens of feet under his feet had disappeared. The sword intent under his feet formed into a very wide blade, with endless brilliance flowing on the blade, emitting a cold light, and becoming more and more solid under his feet.

"This sword is called... Shattering Heaven!"

Wei Yan's voice was also extremely weak. After using all five moves, he was also at the end of his rope. If this method didn't work, then he would be at his wit's end.

Chang Qing's eyes fluctuated slightly as he looked at Wei Yan, as if he wanted to say something, but it made Wei Yan's heart tighten. He was afraid of another accident, so he pressed his hands on the hilt of the sword and stabbed it hard at the ground. He then exerted a little more force, like a key, awakening the big sword condensed by sword intent.