397: Bu Jingyun battles Duan Lang!

Broken Wave let out a muffled groan and staggered backward, his eyes filled with shock and rage.

He had not expected that Bu Jingyun, without using the peerless good sword, could wield such terrifying power with just his sword fingers!

"It's not over yet!" Broken Wave roared, forcefully suppressing his surging Qi and blood as the will of the Demon Fiend burned wildly. "Demon Fiend Sword Dao: Nine Nether Yellow Springs!"

He pressed his fingers together and swung his evil sword, sending out ink-black Sword Qi that exuded an aura of death and icy cold, like chains from the Yellow Springs, wrapping toward Bu Jingyun from all directions, intending to drag him into eternal perdition!

Bu Jingyun's figure was elusive, like clouds in the sky, weaving freely through the dense chains of death.

His sword fingers would point, slash, or flick, with every move precisely striking the nodes of the chains.

"Tenth round." Bu Jingyun's voice remained calm, as if stating a fact.

Seizing an opening, his sword fingers struck like lightning, instantly unleashing nine strikes; nine condensed gray Sword Qi projectiles, like meteors, shot toward the nine vital acupuncture points around Broken Wave's body!

Broken Wave's Devilish Qi erupted, forming a thick barrier, while simultaneously, the Demon Fiend Sword Intent slashed out wildly in an attempt to defend himself.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

Eight of the Sword Qi beams were blocked by the barrier and Sword Intent, but the last one, as if possessed of a life of its own, curved in a bizarre arc and precisely struck the Jing acupoint on Broken Wave's right shoulder, the one holding the sword!

"Argh!" Broken Wave felt a numbness in his right shoulder, and his entire arm instantly went limp and weak, the gathered evil sword nearly dissipating!

"Twentieth round." Bu Jingyun pressed his advantage without mercy, his movement technique becoming even faster as his sword fingers poured down like a violent storm!

He no longer gave Broken Wave any chance to catch his breath, executing the "Tyrant Sword," which fused the will of sword mountain, to its fullest extent.

Each finger contained different sword principles; sometimes heavy as a mountain, sometimes light as the Wind, and sometimes stripping away the life force...

Broken Wave could only defend desperately, the Demon Fiend's will suppressed by Bu Jingyun's endless and specifically evil-restraining Sword Intent, roaring repeatedly but unable to organize an effective counterattack.

New wounds were constantly added to his body, and his Devilish Qi became chaotic and unmanageable.

"Fiftieth round!" Bu Jingyun gave a clear shout, and his sword finger suddenly became incredibly slow, as if bearing a weight of ten thousand jun, slowly pointing toward Broken Wave's chest.

This strike condensed the essence of the Sword Intent from his previous dozens of moves, returning to simplicity; it looked slow, yet it sealed off all of Broken Wave's escape routes.

"Tyrant Sword: Unity!"

Sensing a fatal crisis, a flash of madness crossed Broken Wave's eyes. He stopped defending entirely and poured all his Demon Fiend power into his left fingertips. The evil sword surged, transforming into a dark red demonic light that tore through space, stabbing toward Bu Jingyun's heart in a mutually destructive stance!

"Demon Fiend Sword Dao: Burning Together!"

"Stubborn fool!"

Bu Jingyun's eyes turned cold, and that slowly pointing finger suddenly accelerated!

Moving later, but arriving first!

"Shhh!"

Bu Jingyun's sword finger arrived first, striking Broken Wave in the chest!

A surging, pure Sword Qi instantly flooded into Broken Wave's body!

"Pfft!"

Broken Wave violently spat out a mouthful of foul blood, and the boiling Devilish Qi around his body instantly dissipated like a punctured balloon!

The gathered dark red demonic light also shattered and dissipated inch by inch before it could touch Bu Jingyun's clothes!

His entire being seemed to have had all his strength drained away, and he collapsed weakly to his knees, his face as pale as paper, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Bu Jingyun slowly withdrew his finger and stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at Broken Wave kneeling on the ground:

"Ninety-ninth round. Broken Wave, you have lost."

"No... no, how could I lose to Bu Jingyun? How could I possibly lose to Bu Jingyun?" Broken Wave looked at his own hands, his whole body trembling.

"A very interesting battle! Have the young people of today already become this terrifying?"

An indescribably terrifying pressure descended without warning!

It was as heavy as the earth that bears all things, as vast as the ocean sweeping across the eight wildernesses, and as fierce as the divine axe that created the world!

Under this pressure, the embryonic form of the Maha Immeasurable invoked by Bu Jingyun and Wind just moments ago seemed as immature as an infant waving a wooden stick!

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

As if an ancient Divine Being were beating war drums, heavy footsteps approached from afar, and every step seemed to fall on the beat of everyone's heart, causing their Qi and blood to surge and their True Essence to stagnate!

Everyone, including Bu Jingyun who had just won, Wind who was calming his breath, Broken Wave who was slumped on the ground, and even Xu Fu in the Number One Tower Under Heaven, involuntarily cast their gaze toward the sky.

The sunlight was blocked by a figure.

It was a middle-aged man dressed in coarse linen clothes, with a simple and plain face, and a physique that could not be considered particularly burly or imposing.

He had no ornate accessories, emitted no dazzling radiance, and simply stood there.

But when his eyes, as heavy as the earth, swept across the scene, everyone had the illusion that they were not seeing a person, but a walking world, a Martial God descended into the Mortal realm!

His gaze swept over Wind, and he nodded slightly with a hint of approval: "Not bad. To be able to comprehend the Ten Great Martial Daos I left behind to such a degree, and to walk your own path, you are very good."

His voice was peaceful.

Wind's heart shook violently, having already guessed the identity of the person who had arrived, and he quickly bowed in salute: "Junior Wind greets Senior Martial!"

"You are... the Ten Great Martial Artist, Invincible Martial..." Bu Jingyun's eyes were extremely solemn, and with a grasp of his hand, the peerless good sword instantly flew back into his hand.

From this person, he felt an extremely overbearing pressure.

Compared to the shock and wariness of Bu Jingyun and Wind, another person's reaction was countless times more intense!

"F*ck, no... impossible! How could it be you? How could you still be alive? How did you find this place?"

Inside the Number One Tower Under Heaven, Xu Fu was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, or like a Mortal who had seen the most terrifying sight in the world,

his whole body trembling violently as if having a seizure, his face as pale as paper, his pupils shrinking to the size of needle tips, pointing a shaking finger at Invincible Martial, his lips trembling, unable to even speak a complete sentence.

"Oh? There is another old friend here! What is this? After all these years, you don't even have the courage to see me?"

Invincible Martial's gaze fell into the Number One Tower Under Heaven.

"No! It's not me! You've mistaken me for someone else! Who is your old friend? I'm not!"

"Why are you so afraid? You are no longer the you from before!" Lu Jiuyuan said to Xu Fu:

"Now you have the Sacred Heart Art and the Seven Nothings Ultimate Realm to save your life; you are countless times stronger than when you fought him back then. What are you afraid of him for?"

"That's right, what am I afraid of him for!" Xu Fu said while shivering, "I'm not afraid of him!"

"Then stop shaking your legs!" Lu Jiuyuan pointed to his legs,

"I don't want to shake either, but they won't listen to me!" Xu Fu said with a dejected face, "Seeing his stinking face makes my legs shake."