Destiny is ashes

Chapter 1030 Your sword cannot yet be called the 'Dao'! (45)

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a muffled, deafening roar, as if the heartbeat of heaven and earth had stopped for a moment.

In that instant, the boundless power accumulated on An Jing's fist suddenly erupted, turning into lightning!
The divine thunder of heaven!

Anjing's Great Five Elements Annihilation Sword Intent was presented through his fist!
The fist made contact and then withdrew silently.

But in that instant, Mo Kongche's body was like a sandbag hit head-on by a battering ram, or an office worker being rammed by a dump truck that turned the whole world into. He was uncontrollably lifted into the air, turning into a streak of light, flying backward rapidly, flying nonstop!
"Ah!"

In mid-air, he tried his best to change his posture, attempting to dissipate and deflect the force. Layer upon layer of protective light on his body constantly lit up and shattered, while his internal organs crumbled inch by inch under the ravages of the divine thunder sword intent.

His power was indeed being constantly diminished, but he was still flying.

Because the power contained in that punch was too immense, it would take far too long to dissipate it!
So much so that... he was forced by this punch to travel from the ancestral mountain in the center of the Zhaolin Realm, across a small part of the Zhaolin Realm, and finally crash into the end of the world, onto a majestic and precipitous nameless mountain!

boom! !

At that moment, the entire Zhaolin Realm seemed to shake violently.

An overwhelmingly loud sound erupted and swept across the heavens and earth, like a sun bursting forth in the mountains, or like the entire mountain peak being focused and melted by a flamethrower.

Centered on the point where Mo Kongche fell, the internal structure of the entire mountain, tens of thousands of feet high, was instantly melted by the terrifying penetrating force and the Heavenly Thunder. In just a few breaths, countless high-pressure, expanding crimson steams were generated inside the mountain. With nowhere to escape, these steams finally burst forth wildly from the cracks in the mountain ridge.

The next instant, the entire mountain range exploded from the inside!

Like a modular toy filled with explosives, the mountain's main body was blasted into the sky, transforming into billions of tons of burning lava, debris, and dust that sprayed and flew in all directions. Scorching winds and volcanic ash swept across the land, igniting the surrounding primeval forests and turning them into a sea of ​​fire.

The area where the mountain once stood is now just a huge, concave sinkhole with molten lava flowing along its edges.

At the very center of that sinkhole, in the lake where lava had gathered, Mo Kongche's figure knelt.

His ribs were shattered, his internal organs were scorched, and his entire body was broken beyond recognition, like a crumpled doll. His body was charred black, his breath was weak, and he had completely fallen into a coma.

An Jing, with just one full-force, serious punch, completely crushed a top genius who wielded a divine weapon and possessed the foundation of a Celestial Venerable.

If the Zhaolin Realm hadn't been so resilient, the power of the cave heaven and the void contained in this punch would probably have blasted Mo Kongche through!
In fact, this happened much later.

At the very moment An Jing punched the fist.

Yue Qingge's divine body, transformed into countless sword dragons, has arrived!

An Jing should not have had a sword. In the previous clash, he used the Killing Sword as the base and Calamity as the edge, and the [Heavenly Punishment Sword] he had condensed was completely exhausted.

Faced with Yue Qingge's countless sword energy dragons that swept across the sky, he seemed to have no weapon to defend himself, nor time to turn around and defend.

But a sword is not such an inconvenient thing!
Just as the hundreds and thousands of sword energy dragons were about to reach his body, An Jing's black hair moved without any wind.

Keng!
A clear, resonant sound of metal clashing did not come from the outside, but rather from every strand of An Jing's hair!

His long hair stood on end, the tips flashing with a cold light sharper than divine weapons. The pure sword intent emanating from each strand of hair was like a shooting star shooting straight into the sky!

In an instant, the clouds above the entire Tang Valley were torn apart, leaving thousands of narrow and deep black cracks between heaven and earth, which clashed with Yue Qingge's invisible and intangible yet omnipresent sword energy.

Both sides' swords had long since reached a supreme level that was unimaginable to mortals.

It has energy but no form, form but no substance, seemingly nonexistent yet appearing again.

At times, the sword light flashed, traversing the void silently; at other times, the sword intent spread, enveloping the surrounding world, unpredictable even to ghosts and gods. An Jing stood calmly at the center of the collapsing earth. He used his hair as a sword, and the sword light formed from his thousands of hair strands rose like starlight in the night sky, transforming into a vast celestial river.

This celestial river, seemingly loose like water, actually conforms to the truth, permeating everything like water, without a single gap, drawing away, deflecting, and dissipating all the incoming sword energy dragons.

Clang, clang, clang, clang!
Countless sword-qi dragons, flashing with light and shadow, crashed into this Milky Way, only to be blocked by the seemingly fragile hair-thin swords, creating a resounding symphony.

Even more remarkably, the sword light formed from a few strands of An Jing's hair, like a comet with a long tail, precisely pierced through the barrier of thousands of sword energies, drawing a full and deadly arc from the void, and counterattacking Yue Qingge's main body!

Faced with this miraculous counterattack, Yue Qingge was also incredibly strong.

Without moving, his body was filled with sword intent, like a wheel grinding everything, he easily caught and even shattered those comet-like sword energies, converting them into his own power!

For a moment, the two sides were locked in a stalemate within this small space.

In the distance, the onlookers were already dumbfounded.

"Incredible... there's actually someone who can rival An Jing in pure swordsmanship to this extent!"

You Ruhui's golden eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief.

In her mind, An Jing was already so strong that he was almost ridiculously invincible. Although it might be partly due to her own bias and optimism, could Yue Qingge really fight An Jing to a standstill?!
"It looks like a stalemate, but it's far from time to decide the winner."

Jin Yanhua shook her head. Her perspective was different, and she saw things more clearly: "An Jing didn't even use his Cave Heaven and Cosmic Light Divine Power, and as for Yue Qingge, the divine sword in his hand was only responding and not fully released."

"Neither of them has used their true trump cards yet."

In the center of the battlefield, after Yue Qingge received An Jing's counterattack sword strike, the light in his eyes became even more intense. He even burst into laughter in the midst of the fierce battle, sincerely exclaiming, "You're so strong!"

"You're really amazing!"

As his fighting spirit soared, the surrounding world seemed to ignite.

The two men unleashed their sword intent, causing the earth to crack open completely. Deep, bottomless fissures stretched all the way to the lava layer at the earth's core. The entire canyon began to tilt and collapse, with massive amounts of soil, rocks, and sand tumbling into the newly formed lava canyon, stirring up a rain of fire.

Yue Qingge and An Jing fought fiercely amidst the cataclysmic apocalypse.

They clashed on the fallen floating boulders, and sometimes clashed on the rushing lava river, displaying all sorts of incredible sword skills, stirring up endless storms in this shattered world.

"The others are more like dancers than martial artists. Their moves are powerful and their principles are profound, but they lack the purity between life and death, or rather, they lack a sense of self."

After another thrilling clash, An Jing appeared atop a floating giant rock, praising his opponent as well: "But you are different, you are truly 'martial'!"

His gaze swept across the distance. Mo Kongche and Lian Baizheng had already fallen unconscious, Taiyang Zhuzhou was repairing itself, Cang An Qi An and Yong Zhizhen were gathering their strength and could join the battle at any moment, while the dragon shadow in the distance was watching.

It may seem like a gang fight, but in reality, everyone knows that if they all attacked together, their legal conflicts and interference would make it easier for An Jing to defeat all seven of them. It's better to just stand by and intimidate them, affecting An Jing's condition.

But An Jing remained calm and said, "You have the 'Way of Law,' just as Lian Baizheng has the 'Way of Destiny,' and Mo Kongche has the 'Way of Nature.' All of you are rare geniuses throughout the ages, true heroes."

At this point, An Jing's tone suddenly changed, becoming sharp as a sword.

"But your sword, your martial arts, cannot yet be called 'the Way'!"

(End of this chapter)