71: Chapter 71 Clash of Sword Intents, Breakthrough Through by Leveraging the Momentum

The phantom giant sword, capable of splitting heaven and earth, did not descend immediately.

Just as the world-destroying pressure was about to touch their scalps, Mo Qianxue moved.

"Don't just stand there if you don't want to die!"

With a delicate shout, the girl crushed a shimmering bead in her palm.

Mirage Shadow Bead, a trump card for saving one's life.

Pop, pop, pop!

Strange ripples appeared in the air, and around the three previously isolated and helpless individuals, forty-nine identical afterimages instantly burst forth.

Every "Ye Feng" exuded the same aura, the same arrogant posture, and even the mocking curve at the corner of their lips was vivid and lifelike.

The giant sword, which possessed no intelligence and relied solely on locking onto the Qi to target, clearly hesitated for a moment.

Even if it was just a moment of hesitation.

For Ye Feng, it was the boundary between life and death.

"Three breaths."

There was not a trace of relief at surviving the disaster in Ye Feng's eyes, only calculation that was cold to the extreme.

He did not take the opportunity to escape; instead, he gripped his hand, and the mass of ten-thousand-year cold iron essence from the Puppet "Sword One"—which he had not yet fully digested—was forcefully slammed into the dragon spear in his hand.

Sizzle!

The scorching spear body collided with the freezing essence, stirring up a burst of teeth-aching white smoke.

The dragon spear wailed, then roared wildly.

A layer of deep blue ice crystal scales rapidly covered the originally pitch-black spear shaft, and the spear tip emitted an eerie chill capable of freezing blood.

Just at this moment.

A killing intent, even more sinister than the giant sword above, suddenly erupted from the ruined sword forest on the right.

Soundless, traceless.

Three silver needles, as thin as cow hair and wrapped in black Qi specifically targeting the Divine Soul, flew in a triangular formation straight for the lethal point at the back of Ye Feng's head.

Soul-Extinguishing Needles.

This type of hidden weapon did not break the Physical Body but specifically annihilated the Divine Soul; even a Nascent Soul Cultivator would become an idiot if struck.

The attacker's timing was extremely precise—it was the critical moment when Ye Feng had just finished strengthening his weapon, and the giant sword above was about to see through the afterimages and descend, leaving him in a state where his old strength had been spent and his new strength had not yet surged.

"A rat."

Ye Feng didn't even turn his head.

He didn't even move his feet an inch.

With him at the center, the air within a radius of three zhang suddenly became as viscous as water.

Chaos Sword Domain, open.

That was not a defensive barrier, but a force field that ground everything to pieces.

The moment the three Soul-Extinguishing Needles collided with the Sword Domain, they were like insects stuck in a quagmire, their speed plummeting.

Immediately after, an overwhelmingly tyrannical rebounding force blasted back along the same path as the needle tips.

Ding! Ding! Pfft!

The first two were deflected, but the third one, moving twice as fast as when it came, slammed fiercely into the shadows.

"Ugh—!"

A suppressed groan rang out.

A slender figure stumbled out of the shadows in a somewhat disheveled state.

It was a young man wearing the brocade robe of a True Disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, with a sinister face. He was currently clutching his left shoulder, black poisonous blood seeping through his fingers.

That was his own poison; the experience was clearly unpleasant.

Gu Jian.

A Genius of the younger generation of the Heavenly Sword Sect, whose attainment in the way of the sword was second only to the Chief Disciple.

"Your reaction is quite fast."

Gu Jian's eyes were cold; he did not retreat because the sneak attack failed.

The pale purple longsword in his hand suddenly emitted a high-pitched sword hum, purple Qi swirling around the blade, and it actually produced a strange resonance with the phantom giant sword about to descend overhead.

"Spirit-Guiding Technique?" Mo Qianxue's expression changed drastically. "The sword in his hand is an 'old object' from this Sword Tomb; he is borrowing its momentum!"

Sure enough.

As Gu Jian waved the purple sword in his hand, the hesitating giant sword in the sky seemed to find a vent, instantly shattering all the afterimages and crashing down toward Ye Feng alone with a force even more violent than before.

This time, there was no way to avoid it.

"Borrowing momentum? Do you even deserve to?"

Looking at the giant blade that felt like Mount Tai pressing down, Ye Feng suddenly looked up and laughed wildly.

He did not retreat but advanced, even withdrawing all the Spiritual Qi protective shields around his body.

Gone mad?

No, it was because he saw too clearly.

Under the perception of his Primordial Devouring Sword Body, the energy giant sword that appeared indestructible was rapidly dismantled in Ye Feng's eyes into countless flowing lines of Spiritual Qi.

This was the prototype of "Everything is a Sword."

As long as it is a sword, it has a structure.

As long as there is a structure, there is a weakness.

"Break for me!"

The ground beneath Ye Feng's feet shattered, and his entire body, like a cannonball surging against the current, rushed up to meet the edge that was capable of crushing mountains.

The dragon spear in his hand turned into a deep blue thunderbolt, striking accurately and fiercely into an extremely inconspicuous vortex point three inches to the left of the giant sword's edge.

That was the logical fulcrum where these thousands of Sword Intent converged.

It was the so-called "array eye."

Boom—!!!

There was no flesh and blood flying everywhere as imagined.

The moment the dragon spear pierced in, that vortex point was like a punctured balloon.

"Devour!"

The Chaos vortex in Ye Feng's chest instantly expanded to its limit, and the violent Sword Intent that should have ground him into powder was now crazily surging into his body along the dragon spear.

That was not just energy.

There was also the unwillingness, anger, and killing intent left behind in the weapon by countless past sword masters.

This complex spiritual shock was enough to crush the Sea of Consciousness of any Golden Core Cultivator in an instant, turning him into a madman who only knew how to kill.

"Get out!"

Within Ye Feng's Sea of Consciousness, the golden Divine Soul, like an emperor presiding over the central courtyard, let out a roar that shook the Soul.

The Chaos Sword Body did not just eat the meat; it even chewed up the bones.

Those fragments of remnant Souls attempting to backlash instantly disintegrated into the purest spiritual nourishment under the crushing power of Chaos.

Crack.

The unbreakable barrier within his body shattered.

Late Golden Core Stage!

A terrifying wave of Qi swept outward from Ye Feng as the center.

Within a radius of a thousand meters, those originally towering broken swords and iron trees were snapped off in unison like wheat waves, turning into iron powder filling the sky.

"Pfft—!"

Gu Jian, who was attempting to control the giant sword, bore the brunt of it. The backlash from the forced severance of their mental connection caused him to spit out a mouthful of blood, and his entire body was sent flying a hundred meters like a kite with a broken string, slamming heavily into a large rock.

The dust settled.

Ye Feng held the spear in one hand, hovering in mid-air.

Behind him, a huge phantom of a black hole rotated slowly, greedily devouring every trace of remaining Spiritual Qi in the surroundings.

The spear tip hung low, pointing directly at Gu Jian in the distance.

"This Sword Intent is mine now. Your life, I want that too."

The killing intent locked onto him like a physical substance.

Gu Jian struggled to climb to his feet, the sinister look in his eyes finally turning into terror.

He could clearly feel that the Servant standing before him, whom he had originally regarded as an "ant," was now exuding an aura that caused him to feel a trembling from the depths of his Soul.

He couldn't beat him.

He would really die.

Gu Jian's trembling hand reached into his bosom, clutching tightly onto an ancient Talismanic Incantation that emitted a thick, bloody stench.