Cultivation starts from simplifying the exercises

Chapter 2114 Reverse Slash
"Roar!"

A hoarse roar, filled with boundless rage and a hint of panic, burst forth from Ke Muqing's throat like a wounded and dying beast, soaring straight into the sky.

He no longer used mental attacks, but instead used this most primitive and violent method to vent the pent-up anger and the quietly spreading unease in his heart.

Chen Fei and Cao Feiyu's perfectly coordinated attack finally made the monster, dominated by resentment and violent power, clearly feel a deadly threat.

He couldn't understand why, despite possessing overwhelming power, he felt trapped in an invisible net, with his attacks always anticipated and his strength always feeling sluggish and ineffective.

The surging power within him brought not a sense of overwhelming pleasure, but rather a feeling of being a wild horse about to break free. What angered and frustrated him even more was that he felt like he was riddled with weaknesses all over his body.

No matter how he adjusted his power, changed his moves, or even subconsciously shifted and concealed the points of power concentration and weak points in his defense, the female swordsman opposite him could always find new and more troublesome points to attack with unparalleled precision.

This feeling made him feel frustrated, enraged, and chilled him to the bone.

Ke Muqing realized that things couldn't continue like this.

If he continues to be weakened and interfered with little by little by the other party, the already restless and increasingly uncontrollable late-stage Tai Cang Realm power within him will eventually go completely berserk.

At that time, without the other party lifting a finger, he will be torn apart from the inside by this uncontrollable, violent force.

The shadow of death quietly crept into Ke Muqing's heart, which was filled with resentment.

This shadow did not deter Ke Muqing; instead, it completely unleashed the most ferocious and primal bestial nature within him.

Since skills, variations, and defenses are all countered by the opponent, let's break this stalemate in the most savage and direct way.

"boom!"

Ke Muqing's enormous stone hand, with fingers like iron hoops, gripped the back of the giant shield of vengeful spirits tightly. The dark blue veins on his arm bulged, fixing the shield firmly in front of him.

Then, Ke Muqing's massive body sank slightly, like a fully drawn bow, and the viscous black energy around him contracted and condensed wildly inward.

The next instant, he did not swing his shield or use any fancy moves, but instead held the shield up in front of him like a giant battering ram.

"boom!"

The ground beneath their feet suddenly exploded, and rubble mixed with soil shot into the sky like a fountain.

Ke Muqing's massive, mountain-like demonic body poured all its power and the boiling, almost out-of-control demonic energy into its legs without reservation, then slammed into Cao Feiyu, who was transforming into a sword light, with tremendous force.

This is the most savage charge, using the body as a hammer and the shield as a blade, abandoning all variations and escape routes, pursuing only a destructive strike of ultimate power and speed.

He wanted to use this most primitive and violent method to forcefully shatter Cao Feiyu's sword light, shatter her annoying agility, and shatter everything in front of him that made him uneasy.

The space was compressed by the terrifying speed, emitting a shrill sonic boom.

A cone-shaped black wave, visible to the naked eye, formed in front of Ke Muqing. Wherever it passed, the ground was plowed into a bottomless ravine, and countless pebbles were crushed into dust by the violent air pressure before they even touched its body.

The force of this strike was more powerful and violent than any previous shield bash, and it was unstoppable.

Faced with this terrifying attack that seemed to surge like a mountain and a sea, Cao Feiyu's pupils constricted, and she instantly realized that Ke Muqing was making a desperate, last-ditch effort.

Cao Feiyu's forward-rushing figure suddenly changed from extreme motion to extreme stillness in the blink of an eye, and then from extreme stillness to an incredibly agile retreat.

Like a leaf blown by a strong wind, her figure was indescribably light and graceful, forming a stark contrast to Ke Muqing's violent and fierce collision.

Cao Feiyu did not retract the clear longsword in her hand. Instead, the tip of the sword trembled slightly in front of her. With each tremor, a bit of silver-white sword energy that had been condensed to the extreme was activated.

Instead of a direct thrust, the sword energy transformed into concentric circles of ripples, continuously meeting the massive black shield that crashed towards it like a star.

"Puff puff!"

There was no earth-shattering roar, only a series of gentle sounds like spring ice melting.

The rings of silvery-white sword energy ripples struck the shield, but instead of being instantly shattered by the terrifying power contained within the shield, they dissipated the immense kinetic energy of the shield's forward momentum.

Each ripple weakened the shield's forward momentum, causing Ke Muqing's massive body to feel a resilient, pulling force in the opposite direction.

Ke Muqing's angry ramming was like a giant hammer smashing into a bottomless quagmire; the power was continuously dispersed and absorbed, and guided into the void.

Ke Muqing's body, which had been charging forward fiercely, involuntarily slowed down. He had immense strength capable of destroying the world, but had nowhere to put it, and he was so uncomfortable that he almost vomited blood.

Just as Ke Muqing's momentum was blocked and his body slightly sluggish, Cao Feiyu's figure, which was drifting backward like a willow catkin, suddenly stopped without warning. Then, she gently stepped back with her right foot into the void.

Using the force of that step, Cao Feiyu's speed instantly soared to its limit, transforming into a silver streak even more dazzling than when she attacked before, and she surged upwards.

Heavenly Descent: Breaking Army!

Cao Feiyu's eyes flashed with silver light. All the brilliance on her longsword was contained, leaving only a point of light at the tip. With an unwavering determination to break through anything, she pierced the very center of the pitch-black giant shield in Ke Muqing's hand, which was also theoretically the strongest defensive shield core.

Cao Feiyu was not unaware that the defenses here were the strongest, but at this moment, Ke Muqing's momentum was blocked, and his breathing became disordered.

More importantly, Chen Fei noticed that when the core of its power flowed to the shield's core, a momentary void appeared due to the previous disorder and the current stagnation.

Attack its strongest point, and you can also break its strongest point!
This is confidence, and even more so, absolute trust in Chen Fei's judgment.

"boom!"

The moment the sword tip touched the shield's core, time seemed to freeze for a split second.

Immediately afterwards, centered on the point of contact, a ring-shaped shockwave, a mixture of pitch black, silver white, and dark red, erupted like a volcano that had been suppressed to its limit, spreading wildly in all directions in a spherical shape.

Wherever it passed, the ground of the ruins was as if it had been ruthlessly plowed by an invisible giant plow, stirring up huge waves of earth and stone that stretched for miles. The distant ruins groaned under the weight of this impact.

Cao Feiyu, who was at the epicenter of the explosion, was the first to be hit.

Even though she had gathered all her strength into this sword strike and used it to her advantage, the recoil she experienced when she directly clashed with the strongest point of Ke Muqing's shield was still terrifying.

Her forward momentum noticeably faltered at the moment of impact, as if she had struck an invisible yet resilient wall, halting her advance.

The sleeve of her right arm, which held the sword, instantly turned to dust, revealing a trembling, jade-white arm. Her tiger's mouth was already split open, and blood flowed down the hilt of the sword. A trickle of bright red blood also spilled from the corner of her mouth.

But it was only for one meal.

The next instant, the silver light in Cao Feiyu's eyes intensified, and a clear, long howl escaped her throat, as if she were expelling all the pent-up anger and fighting spirit in her chest.

Cao Feiyu spun slightly, using her exquisitely precise movements to completely dissipate the remaining recoil. At the same time, she tapped her feet repeatedly, moving with her sword, and continued to rush forward at an even faster speed than before.

Looking at Ke Muqing again, under Cao Feiyu's sword, the giant shield of vengeful spirits in front of him was pierced with a dent several inches deep at the center, with the edges covered with fine cracks like a spider web.

The silvery-white sword energy, like a persistent carbuncle, flowed and eroded the depression.

What made it even more unbelievable for Ke Muqing was that the terrifying force coming from the shield actually penetrated the shield's defense, like a red-hot iron rod, stabbing hard into his right arm that was holding the shield, and then rushing into his chest cavity.

"Ugh!"

Ke Muqing let out a muffled roar mixed with pain and anger, and his heavy body uncontrollably took three big steps backward.

Each step left a cracked footprint on the hard ground.

The viscous black protective energy on Ke Muqing's body churned violently, and the power of the late-stage Tai Cang Realm within his body, which was already difficult to control, was completely disrupted by this sword strike, rampaging through his body and causing his demonic body to stiffen momentarily.

The opportunity to fight is fleeting, and Cao Feiyu would not let go of this once-in-a-lifetime chance.

The silvery-white light in her eyes now blazed like two small suns, a manifestation of her clear-mindedness and boiling fighting spirit.

Cao Feiyu unleashed the power of the Heavenly Sword Technique to an unprecedented level, no longer limiting it to a single-point thrust, but fully unleashing it, transforming the exquisite swordsmanship into a continuous and ever-flowing torrent of sword energy.

"Chichichi..."

The sword light flashed like a waterfall, like rain, like a galaxy rolling backwards!

Countless silver sword shadows poured down from all directions like mercury onto the staggering Ke Muqing.

Each sword strike was incredibly sharp, aimed directly at Ke Muqing's vital points and the nodes of his power circulation. Each sword strike was seamlessly connected; before the momentum of the previous strike had dissipated, the killing move of the next strike had already arrived, forming wave after wave of attacks, seemingly endless, completely engulfing and submerging Ke Muqing's massive body.

In the distance, the runes in the eyes of the puppet controlled by Chen Fei never stopped flashing.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

One after another, runic chains shot out from all angles in the void.

Although these chains still couldn't truly bind Ke Muqing, often shattering as soon as they touched her body with her protective black aura, their relentless attacks forced Ke Muqing to divert some of her attention and strength to be constantly on guard.

This further distracted him and interfered with his efforts to regain his footing and regroup.

For a moment, Ke Muqing found himself in an extremely passive situation.

He was like a raging beast trapped in a quagmire and thickets of thorns, possessing the strength to shake mountains but having nowhere to use it. He had to contend with the quagmire swallowing him up while constantly guarding against the thorns and vines lashing out from all directions. He was struggling to cope and was in a sorry state.

The disorder within Ke Muqing's body became increasingly severe, and his movements became more and more sluggish. His aura, belonging to the late stage of the Tai Cang Realm, fluctuated violently like a candle flickering in the wind.

"Clang! Sizzle!"

Various sounds mingled together—the sounds of sword light clashing and tearing against shields and demonic bodies.

The sword marks on Ke Muqing's body increased, the protective black aura became thinner and thinner, and his movements became slower and slower.

His once-proud shield of vengeful spirits was now battered and bruised, its spiritual light dimmed, and the faces of the vengeful spirits on its surface seemed to be distorted and blurred with pain.

"Clang!"

A metallic twisting sound rang out, and the shield, already overburdened, was violently deflected, revealing Ke Muqing's wide-open chest behind it.

A sharp glint flashed in Cao Feiyu's eyes as she poured all the remaining sword energy in her body, along with the sword intent that had reached its peak, into the longsword in her hand.

The longsword emitted a clear and resonant dragon's roar, its blade so bright that it was impossible to look directly at it.

Heaven descends to vanquish evil!

With a cold, low shout from Cao Feiyu, the dazzling sword light, which condensed all her energy and spirit, pierced into the very center of Ke Muqing's chest like lightning falling from the heavens, at a speed that exceeded the limits of visual perception.

"Pfft!"

The sword, like a hot knife slicing through butter, pierced Ke Muqing's chest. The tip emerged from his back, trailing a trail of thick, dark red blood that reeked of a strong, foul stench and resentment.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

Ke Muqing's blocking motion suddenly froze. He lowered his head and stared in disbelief at the long sword that had pierced his chest. The flames in his eye sockets, which were burning with black flames, suddenly stopped and then began to throb wildly.

"boom!"

Just as the longsword pierced through his body, the Heavenly Sword Essence, which Cao Feiyu had poured into the sword, burst forth inside Ke Muqing's chest cavity.

The silvery-white sword energy, like a flood bursting its banks, swept wildly and ravaged Ke Muqing's limbs, meridians, acupoints, and even the core of his soul, centered on the point of entry.

Wherever he went, the demonic energy and resentment within Ke Muqing's body, which was already restless due to the forced enhancement, went completely out of control.

"No...it's impossible..."

In Ke Muqing's mind, a final, desperate cry of resentment and despair emanated.

He felt his barely maintained balance of power completely shattered and crushed. The power, like a raging sea, was no longer restrained by his mid-stage Tai Cang Realm divine soul, and began to frantically backfire within his body.

Ke Muqing abruptly raised his head, looking at Cao Feiyu who was so close to him. The flames in his eye sockets flickered and contracted rapidly, finally condensing into two unfathomable dark lights, as if trying to etch her image into the depths of his soul.

Immediately, Ke Muqing turned his head with difficulty, staring intently at the figure in green robes who had been standing next to the puppet in the distance.

"Roar!"

A final, hoarse, shrill roar, filled with endless resentment and unwillingness, burst from Ke Muqing's shattered chest, echoing through the empty ruins for a long time.

The roar contained anger at his own miscalculation, resentment at failing to fulfill his obsession, and overwhelming hatred for Chen Fei and Cao Feiyu.

However, it was all too late to undo the damage.

"Boom!"

It was as if something had completely exploded inside Ke Muqing's body. The terrifying power of the late-stage Tai Cang Realm, having lost its last restraint, began the most thorough and frenzied implosion and annihilation.

A blindingly dark light burst forth from the sword wound in his chest, followed by countless similar rays of light emanating from the cracks in his torso, limbs, and head.

Ke Muqing's incredibly hard glass demon body was like a shattered glass vessel, its surface instantly covered with dense, crisscrossing cracks.

next moment.

"boom!"

A terrifying roar, seemingly emanating from the depths of the soul, erupted. Ke Muqing's massive demonic body could no longer withstand the tearing and backlash of the violent internal power, and it exploded completely.

In the earth-shattering explosion, Ke Muqing's body transformed into endless, churning black demonic mist, mixed with specks of dark red resentment essence, which swept and spread wildly in all directions.

At the center of the explosion, an ever-expanding black energy sphere formed, releasing a devastating shockwave that tore apart and annihilated everything around it, from rubble and dust to remaining building debris, reducing it to nothingness.

Where it was, only a huge, charred crater with a diameter of more than ten miles and a bottomless depth remained. The edges of the crater were as smooth as a mirror, and traces of high-temperature burning and energy erosion remained.

The air was filled with a strong stench of burning, blood, and pure demonic resentment, which lingered for a long time.

"cough!"

As the black mist that Ke Muqing had transformed into slowly dissipated and vanished in the fierce winds of the ruins, Cao Feiyu's extremely tense heartstrings suddenly relaxed. She could no longer suppress the surging blood and qi within her body, and a muffled cough with a rusty taste escaped from her pale lips.

Immediately afterwards, a small spray of crimson blood mist, like specks of red plum blossoms, splattered onto the messy ground in front of her.

As the spit-out blood escaped, Cao Feiyu's sharp aura, like a drawn sword, visibly weakened and withered, dropping significantly in an instant.

Cao Feiyu's slender, upright body swayed almost imperceptibly, her face turned as pale as paper, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead. Although her right hand, which was holding the sword, remained steady, her knuckles turned bluish-white from excessive force.

Despite the fierce battle where the weaker side triumphed over the stronger one, Cao Feiyu precisely followed Chen Fei's guidance with every attack, striking the weak points in Ke Muqing's power flow and minimizing direct confrontation with her opponent.

However, the gap in absolute strength between the two sides is a very real phenomenon.

Although Ke Muqing's late-stage Tai Cang Realm power, which was difficult to control precisely, was weakened by the attack on the flaw, the quantity and quality of its power still far exceeded that of Cao Feiyu, who was in the mid-stage Tai Cang Realm.

With each clash of sword and shield, each collision of forces, the overwhelming and unstoppable recoil transmitted through the longsword still seeped into her arms, meridians, and even internal organs, bit by bit.

In the fierce battle just now, Cao Feiyu had focused all her attention on seizing opportunities and dealing with Ke Muqing's ferocious attacks, which made her suppress all the pain, discomfort, and even injuries deep in her consciousness.

Therefore, only when the powerful enemy was defeated and his mind relaxed did the injuries that had been forcibly suppressed erupt like a flood breaking through a dam.

"Senior sister, are you alright?"

Almost the instant Cao Feiyu coughed up blood, a green figure appeared beside her, asking with concern.