My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult-Chapter 379 - 279 Five Qi Grandmaster Regarded as

Chapter 379: Chapter 279: Five Qi Grandmaster Regarded as Worthless

Chapter 379: Chapter 279: Five Qi Grandmaster Regarded as Worthless

Mo Chen liked black, so his blade was black; black symbolized solitude, pride, and nobility—the life of a swordsman.

Like all swordsmen, the moment Mo Chen started to practice the sword, he resolved to hold the blade in his hand and pierce a hole in the sky to become the best swordsman in the world.

In the process, he killed many people, so many that he lost count.

Mo Chen had thought that if he went to the Underworld, many would seek his life.

But he was not afraid of death; he even longed for it.

Because death was black too.

Night falls on the human world, and the rivers and mountains are autumnal.

As darkness fell, the last lingering light of the sun would sprinkle over the earth, peaceful, composed, and elegant.

It was similar to the feeling when a person was about to die.

But after sunset, the night sky was still lit up by countless stars.

This was life. If you really understood life, you would know that except for the moment of death, there are no darkest hours, so you should seek more joy and less sorrow.

Fallen leaves fluttered through the forest, accumulating in layers; two figures stepped on the leaves, moving forward slowly with rustling steps.

Their strides grew larger, but their footsteps lighter, their breaths both reaching their peak.

In such top-tier duels, it was all about harmonizing essence, qi, and spirit; whoever reached the peak first would make a move, and their action would be swift as thunder.

Mo Chen’s eyes were cold, as icy as the Lotus Black Saber in his hand.

He stomped fiercely, suddenly releasing visible True Qi that burst out like a shockwave, the temperature around plummeting, and the heavy waves of True Qi spreading instantly, engulfing the area like a deluge, swallowing towards An Jing at a distance.

Mo Chen made the first move. He did not want to give An Jing a chance to strike. His Lotus Black Saber swept forward, slashing towards An Jing.

Swish!

The blade carried an indescribable terrible force, compressing the surrounding air and emitting a harsh roaring sound.

As Mo Chen made his move, it was with all his might.

Clearly, he knew that An Jing before him was a formidable opponent and showed no slight underestimation.

An Jing reached into the sword box, directly pulling out the Dulu Sword; massive True Qi surged into the Dulu Sword, causing it to emit resonating hums that echoed through the heavens as it slashed towards the oncoming Blade Qi.

The two clashed head-on, neither backing down.

Boom!

Blade Qi and Sword Qi collided fiercely, causing the earth to tremble violently at that moment. Mo Chen’s steps retreated, each step leaving deep marks on the ground.

An Jing stood solid as rock, deeply rooted to the ground, deploying Heavenly Human Communication, his breath soaring instantly.

As Mo Chen retreated, the ferocious deluge continued to rush at him like a surging beast, intent on swallowing him whole.

When his foot left the thirteenth mark on the ground, Mo Chen’s black eyes flashed coldly. His fingers tightly gripped the Lotus Black Saber, slashing towards the oncoming wave of Qi.

Crack! Crack!

A devastating Sword Light struck the oncoming deluge heavily, causing the True Qi to split instantly. With a loud boom, the deluge exploded, turning into a sky full of True Qi fragments.

The onlookers, seeing such an intense battle, all retreated further back. Even the residual waves were enough to cause severe injuries to those present, indicating the dominance of both fighters.

“What comes around goes around!”

Mo Chen raised his hands, and the originally dispersed deluge reconverged. The vast amounts of surrounding Qi also surged violently, compressing and contracting, then madly roared towards An Jing.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

An Jing’s eyes hardened, and the stream of True Qi, through ceaseless compression, condensation, and contraction, had become extremely pure and was three times fiercer than ordinary True Qi, intertwined densely with Sword Light.

Not until the True Qi roared to An Jing’s face did he finally lift his arm and then began to flail wildly.

Crack, crack, crack, crack!

Countless True Qi were shattered by An Jing’s Sword Light, and then this compressed True Qi directly turned into a wisp of purple smoke that floated up into the sky.

This mutated True Qi had become more powerful due to the immense pressure, but how could it be stronger than An Jing’s True Qi?

It must be known that the Nameless Heart Scripture cultivated by An Jing is praised as the number one mental method through the ages.

Mo Chen was shocked to see his subsequent move shattered with one strike, his attack would have left any Five Qi Grandmaster flustered, unlike An Jing who handled it with such ease and comfort.

Mo Chen’s Lotus Black Saber swirled in his hand, and the blade began to whirl chaotically.

Boom!

It was as if a volcano had suddenly erupted at that moment, a terrifying surge of True Qi skyrocketed, and at that moment, the sky became restless, with countless True Qi gathering.

Mo Chen sprang up, standing on an ancient tree with a cold smirk on his face as he looked down at An Jing below, the overpowering True Qi making many of the masters present change their expressions slightly.

Is this the might of the foremost Swordsman of Guishuang?

Buzz, buzz!

Suddenly, a massive sword chant sound transmitted from the sky, following the sound, everyone saw a gigantic black saber appearing between heaven and earth.

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What Sword Technique is this!?

Seeing the black saber, everyone appeared confused, followed by another earth-shattering roar spreading.

Up in the sky, the black colossal saber grew larger, involuntarily intimidating everyone.

Before the crowd could even ponder, the sky seemed to be engulfed by the black saber, suddenly turning pitch dark.

Suddenly, a sky-filling sword chant echoed through the heavens, as if the sky itself had been torn by the sound of the sword chant.

Li Fuzhou bellowed, “Be wary of that sound.”

Hearing Li Fuzhou’s voice, Jia Meixian and Yang Chong circulated their Inner Strength to seal their ears, protecting themselves from being harmed by the sword chant.

At the same time, this part of the world seemed to be shaking violently.

Black Lotus Divine Blade! Sword Chant Shakes the Heavens!

Mo Chen’s eyes turned frosty, and with a swing of the Lotus Black Saber in his hand, the colossal black saber in the sky seemed to materialize, furiously slashing down towards An Jing.

The black colossal saber was overwhelming, bearing an unstoppable domineering aura.

The next moment, An Jing was like a piece of duckweed caught in a tempest, wavering with the storm.

From An Jing’s pupils, one could see the black colossal saber approaching, with its overwhelming presence closing in, leaving him no escape.

In An Jing’s hand, the Dulu Sword abruptly chilled the surroundings, then from the sword, countless frigid surges emerged, like myriad arrows being shot simultaneously.

The black colossal saber attacked with incredible speed, but An Jing’s sword was even faster, like a shooting star, carrying an unbearably sharp edge.

Nameless Sword Scripture! Selfless Dao!

Ultimately, a streak of Sword Radiance burst forth from the blade of the Dulu Sword, as if the world suddenly dimmed, leaving only a trail of Sword Radiance rampaging into the distance.

This was a strike from the World’s First Sword, unleashed by the Dulu Sword.

Boom!

At the moment that Sword Radiance struck the black colossal saber, instantly, it was like two giant volcanoes colliding, sending a sweeping wave of True Qi crashing into the distance.

Crack! Crack!

Under Mo Chen’s feet, the earth began to crack wildly, extending towards the distance.

Wow!

Soon after, Mo Chen could no longer contain the pain in his chest, and a jet of blood spurted out directly.

The moment a stream of red blood spewed out, Mo Chen’s clothes also violently shattered into pieces, revealing terrifying, bone-deep wounds on his chest in front of everyone.

The flesh split open, emitting a crimson color that made people’s scalps tingle.

Strong!

Too strong!

At this moment, the Ghost Swordsman was battling the number one swordsman of Guishuang, displaying frightful strength that completely overwhelmed all the experts present.

Originally, it was believed that the two were not far apart in strength and cultivation, and it would be a normal duel, but it seemed that Mo Chen was no match for the Ghost Swordsman at all.

At this time, everyone felt a chill. How many Five Qi Grandmasters had this sword killed?

“Such powerful Sword Dao!”

Seeing this, a hint of shock appeared in Liu Moyuan’s eyes.

The Sword Demon spoke with a grave expression, “This Ghost Swordsman’s Sword Dao is already vast and elegant, having reached the peak of the Sixth Realm. Plus, his cultivation has already reached the Five Qi Realm, which is too terrifying.”

Originally, the Ghost Swordsman’s Immortal Sword was already superior to the Holy Dao Sword, only limited by his cultivation level. Now that his cultivation has reached the realm of a Five Qi Grandmaster, although he hasn’t reached the Land Immortal Realm, he’s not far off.

In terms of skill or Dao, he almost has no weaknesses.

This swordsman can be said to be one of the most terrifying people in the world today.

Compared to the Sword God and Sword Demon, Chang Ning was even more shaken as he was very aware of Mo Chen’s strength. Among the three Five Qi Grandmasters of Guishuang, his strength was undoubtedly the best, second only to the Palace Master of Guishuang, making him the undisputed top expert of Guishuang.

Facing the Ghost Swordsman, such a powerful figure showed a falling trend.

What if it were him?

Mo Chen planted the Lotus Black Saber into the ground, gasping heavily. If it weren’t for his practice of the Domineering Sword Dao, he might have been annihilated by this strike.

Mo Chen clenched the handle of his saber tighter, his eyes fixed on An Jing in front of him, his eyes filled with intense fighting spirit.

For a long time, because of his age, An Jing had battled mostly experts higher in cultivation than him, at least a realm higher and often two. Such battles of equal cultivation as this, Five Qi versus Five Qi, were extremely rare.

In An Jing’s eyes, a cold sharpness gradually converged, and he then drew the Evil Suppressing Sword from his sword box.

Whoosh!

A dark shadow charged directly at Mo Chen, and aside from Mo Chen, no one could clearly see the figure rushing in.

So fast!

Instinctively, Mo Chen moved to block the front, and immediately a huge force transmitted from his arm. If it were anyone else, they would have dropped the saber in their hands by now.

An Jing had no expression on his face as he swung his sword toward Mo Chen again.

Clang!

Mo Chen struggled to raise his sword, and a violent hurricane erupted from the clash of metal, rushing towards the surroundings, and afterwards Mo Chen’s body was sent flying.

Both were Five Qi Grandmasters, both at the Sixth Realm of Sword Dao and Sword Dao.

Mo Chen was completely suppressed by An Jing.

At this moment, standing in the distance, Chang Ning’s heart rose to his throat.

Liu Xiang, upon seeing this, couldn’t help but transmit a message, “Uncle Chang, let’s take this excellent opportunity to run away.”

“What did you say?”

Chang Ning’s brows raised sharply as he glared at Liu Xiang, his eyes carrying a hint of murderous intent, “If I hear you say that again, I’ll be the first to kill you.”

Hearing this, Liu Xiang knew Chang Ning’s personality and remained silent.

Chang Ning completely focused on the duel between the two, ready to join the fight at any moment to help Mo Chen against the Ghost Swordsman.

An Jing stepped forward, sliding forward, his sword in hand darting out like an antelope’s horns, fiercely thrusting towards Mo Chen’s throat.

Mo Chen felt a fierce gust of wind coming from the front and involuntarily clenched the sword across his chest.

Clang!

The blades in their hands collided fiercely, a brilliant spark violently exploded, and then Mo Chen’s body was sent flying, skidding a long trace on the ground.

Crack! Crack!

The ground couldn’t withstand the violent fluctuations of True Qi and began to crack open yard by yard.

“Do I really need to use that secret technique now?”

Mo Chen took a deep breath, suppressing the pain throughout his body, as blood slowly dripped down from the tiger’s mouth on his hand to the ground below.

Since he began his journey, the swordsman in front of him was definitely the strongest opponent he had faced. That kind of piercing chill of the Sword Qi, and the nearly suffocating sense of oppression, were all things he had never encountered before.

An Jing saw Mo Chen charging towards him, his face expressionless, and swept his sword directly towards him.

Clang!

In this clash, Mo Chen felt almost completely drained, his body retreating several yards backwards, rousing several wild whirlwinds. The nearby trees were uprooted along with their roots.

Liu Moyuan sneered, “Too powerful, the Ghost Swordsman is just too powerful.”

The Sword Demon shook his head, “Mo Chen is simply no match for him. I originally thought his boastful claims would prove strong.”

This sword duel, originally thought to be a match of unprecedented peak, saw Mo Chen unleashing his full strength, but the Ghost Swordsman he faced was just too strong, beyond anyone’s expectations.

An Jing chased forward, slashing another sword towards Mo Chen.

Throughout it all, this World’s First Swordsman had not put much pressure on An Jing, who appeared to handle it with ease.

Clang!

Mo Chen, exerting his strength, lifted his sword and slashed towards An Jing without reservation, instantly causing a storm to surge from their clashing swords.

Following that, like a paper kite with its string cut, like an arrow shot, Mo Chen dashed towards the direction of the tea pavilion, sliding an unknown distance before crashing directly into the hard mountainside.

Thump!

The moment Mo Chen’s body hit the mountain, he felt as if every bone in his body had scattered, as if his internal organs had shattered, with blood flowing out through his pores.

The result of the sword duel had already been determined, and An Jing, who would normally have been very excited, now frowned deeply.

The Sword Demon whispered softly, “It seems the Ghost Swordsman has won.”

Chang Ning’s lips curled into a cold smirk, “That may not be the case.”

“Hmm!?”

Upon hearing this, Liu Moyuan turned his attention back to the duelists, particularly focusing more on Mo Chen.

At this moment, although Mo Chen had suffered a heavy blow, his aura hadn’t weakened. On the contrary, it seemed to be rising slightly.

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