"Crack——"
The sword and the tip joined, igniting unparalleled sharpness. Sword Qi smashed into the Stone Sword, causing it to split open a deep gap.
"I didn't expect that rely relying on my Avatar couldn't defeat you. Young friend, what is your na?"
Only now did the Sword God wish to know Qing Yu's na. Before this, Qing Yu was rely a junior in his eyes, not an opponent.
While the Sword God fought Qing Yu with his Avatar, he simultaneously controlled black shadows to besiege the five trapped in Sword Lake Thousand Shadows, using his mind in many ways, how arrogant, how powerful.
Just now, he had to retract his control over the black shadows to confront Qing Yu, yet he still couldn't achieve his goal of seizing blood and energy.
But now...
The situation was different.
"Bang——"
The gap shattered, and a pale arm reached out, gently pinching the two pieces of the Broken Sword joined together.
This pale arm was extrely thin, almost skin and bones, but when it grasped the Heavenly Talent Fragnted Sword, everyone felt a deadly threat.
The Sword God's arm was freed.
Despite being sealed for nine hundred years and heavily consud, the Sword God was still the Sword God, able to threaten everyone with just one hand.
"Young friend, you are qualified for to rember your na. Speak it on the Dao, your na will forever be known as the Sword God's opponent."
The voice was no longer from the previous shadow but from within the Stone Sword, uttered by the Sword God. At the sa ti, as the arm moved, the crack on the Stone Sword grew larger.
'The Sword God truly isn't dead!'
This was the thought that flashed through the minds of the five observers simultaneously.
Then, they all tacitly turned their gaze to Qing Yu to see how the acknowledged opponent of the Sword God would react.
"I..." Qing Yu slowly lifted his head, his face transforming from Xiao Qianxiu's face to another face never seen in this world.
Sharply defined, with a fierce deanor, frad by drifting white hair, were eyes of imperious arrogance.
"You may call - 'Autumn Water Duckweed' Ren Piaomiao."
As the words were spoken, the sword followed the heart's movent, unleashing borderless sword montum, "Nirvana Rebirth——"
Nirvana Sword divided endlessly, Sword Qi seed inexhaustible, shooting at the pale arm.
"Ren Piaomiao, whether true or not, this na will shock the world. But now, you shall die here."
The arm swung lightly, the Heavenly Talent Fragnted Sword slashed the void, like ten thousand swords, yet also like one sword, all swords generated by Eleventh Sword shattered under this strike, without exception. Even with just one free arm, the Sword God was overwhelmingly powerful.
Because this arm's release ant he no longer needed to use his Avatar to fight, and truly revealed the supre power at his peak.
"——Annihilation Heaven Burial."
The sword followed the heart's release, Nirvana Rebirth followed by Annihilation Heaven Burial, Qing Yu's understanding of Piaomiao Absolute Style elevated, the imposing Sword Power stunned everyone.
Because the power of this sword has exceeded their limits.
"Another surprise, if you could practice for decades, you might keep up with . But now, it's still not enough——"
"Heavenly Punishnt Sword Path."
Gray Tribulation Qi turned to void, brewing unrivaled sword montum. The Heavenly Talent Fragnted Sword thrust straight, its world-shocking sharpness caused everyone's eyes to ache, forcing them to close, as tears of blood fell from their eyes, leaving tracks of sorrow.
Qing Yu's sword form also quickly collapsed under this sword, vengeful sword montum slashed all, and the montum's end was Qing Yu's body.
'Tch, forcing to unleash my ultimate move.'
Sword Intent condensed into a solid form, swirling around, ultimately solidifying on the Nirvana Sword, rging Heavenly Divine Artifact with Sword Intent, transforming into glazed transparent Sword Qi, under Qing Yu's use, stabbing the annihilating sword.
This was a purely Sword Intent move, surpassing the human limit, this was——
Twelfth Sword.
"Unfinished."
A move of pure Sword Intent, gathering the unique Sword Intent belonging to Qing Yu, this was Qing Yu's first action beyond Ren Piaomiao's barriers, this was uniquely his Twelfth Sword——Unfinished.
"Boom——"
Sword blade clash, Twelfth Sword: Unfinished versus Heavenly Punishnt Sword Path, limitless sword collided with all-annihilating sword montum, wild sword Qi impact exploded, the ground of Lake Heart Island cracked inch by inch, Sword Qi pierced the ground, the lake water below gushed out but was shredded into mist by Sword Qi.
"Zing——"
In the misty water vapor, the light of the snow-white Holy Sword penetrated, shining coldly over the world, the glazed transparent Sword Intent move overpowered Heavenly Punishnt Sword Path, directly striking the pale hand on the Stone Sword.
Unfinished, the aning of not yet and never-ending. Qing Yu's thought unceasing, sword montum endless.
Relying on endless sword montum, Qing Yu overwheld Heavenly Punishnt Sword Path, marking the first sword wound on the Sword God, whose energy was exhausted dramatically over nine hundred years before truly freedom, and it was a sword wound.
"Bang——"
A spray of blood erupted from the pale arm, the wrist nearly severed, leaving only a bit of flesh connecting the hand.
"Hahaha······"
Within the Stone Sword, the Sword God felt the agony he'd been deprived of for nine hundred years, an excited laugh escaped, "Unexpectedly, the world nine hundred years later has such outstanding Swordn, Ren Piaomiao, Ren Piaomiao, I was wrong earlier, your na will rise not from others' mouths, but by your own doing."
The Stone Sword vibrated, the entire Lake Heart Island shook relentlessly, the crack on the Stone Sword rapidly expanded, as if a raging beast inside was colliding.
"The Sword God is coming out, quick escape."
Mo Guming shouted loudly into the mist.
Though he had not known Qing Yu for long and their friendship was not deep, Mo Guming couldn't bear for this unrivaled Swordman to perish right here.
The howling gust blew away the mist, as Mo Guming was about to shout again, but he saw the mist now void, with not a trace of Qing Yu.
"Gone···Gone? When······"
"Boom——"
No ti for Mo Guming to ponder when, he imdiately turned into a Sword Light, swiftly darting away from here.
The Sword God was about to break free; those who previously fought the Sword God's remains dared not stay long. If late, they might beco remains themselves.
And now, where was Qing Yu?
By the banks of Defeated Sword Lake, beneath a stone monunt inscribed with three large characters leaned a bloodstained figure, four piercing sword wounds spewed blood from his body, even using Blood Vault could barely halt.
"Twelfth Sword: Wheelchair indeed shouldn't be used carelessly, this move is ant only for the Supre, non-Supre using it will end up in a wheelchair, Ren Piaomiao is right indeed."
Qing Yu chuckled wryly.
Though he wouldn't be like Ren Piaomiao, sitting in a wheelchair for years with one use, the injury was still severe. Sword Intent tore his body even the Saint and Demon Embryo struggled to stop the bleeding.
But fortunately, he had anticipated it beforehand, leaving behind a backup plan.
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