Gao Wu: You have science, and I have magic!

"Sword Saint Ye, isn't it a bit against the rules for you to act so domineeringly?"

Liu Wuhen took a step forward. He would not allow Ye Qingzhou to bully the weak and kill Zhao Wuji in front of him.

"You want to talk to me about the rules of the underworld?"

Ye Qingzhou sneered: "What kind of rules are there for colluding with the Western Kingdom and murdering fellow Taoists?"

Obviously, Chen Ze had used secret telepathy to spread the news that Xuandan Sect and Jiangnan Yan Family were conspiring to kill him.

Zhao Wuji's face changed drastically: "You... don't slander me! Where is the evidence?"

“My words are evidence.”

Ye Qingzhou's body was shining with precious light. When he raised his hand, the upgraded Divine Sword Heavenly Monarch Armor was already on Ye Qingzhou's body.

However, there were two more golden rings on the back of the armor. They were made from the corpses of the two Golden Crow princes and contained the glow of the golden flame of the sun, which increased the power of the armor by several times.

"Chen Ze heard everything you said before very clearly, and I never mention evidence when I kill someone."

Feeling Ye Qingzhou's undisguised murderous intent, a vicious look flashed in Zhao Wuji's eyes.

He suddenly took out two red pills from his arms and swallowed them together. His expression became ferocious and crazy: "If that's the case, let's die together!"

His body swelled instantly, and the blood vessels under his skin were clearly visible, spreading like a spider web. After an inhuman roar, Zhao Wuji pounced on Ye Qingzhou at an astonishing speed.

Ye Qingzhou did not dodge or evade. He pointed his right hand like a sword and lightly pointed it at Zhao Wuji's palm.

snort~
With a slight sound, Zhao Wuji's forward moving figure suddenly stopped.

He looked at his palm in disbelief. There was a tiny bloody hole there, with black blood gushing out. At the same time, the vitality and strength in his body were draining out like a punctured ball.

“No… Impossible…”

Zhao Wuji fell to his knees, his whole body twitching. Although he had long known that the gap between a Grandmaster and a Martial Saint was like a chasm, when they actually faced each other, he truly felt how desperate it was: "The power of the Burning Heart Pill... How could it be..."

Ye Qingzhou looked down at Zhao Wuji's gradually cooling body and said, "Unorthodox methods are ultimately unacceptable."

"Next, it's your turn."

"Then let me learn from Ye Sheng's peerless sword skills."

After saying this, Liu Wuhen's figure drifted away between heaven and earth like bubbles in the wind, leaving no trace, as if he had never existed.

"Mental image, a dream?"

Ye Qingzhou observed his surroundings with great interest. His flawless sword heart could restrain all illusion interference and mental control in the world, but Liu Wuhen's mental image power had reached the point of "making the fake look real".

In a sense, as long as the mental image unfolds, the false can become true. Even Ye Qingzhou's divine eye can't see any flaws at this moment.

"The simulation and interpretation of the Great Dao of Reality and Illusion? I have to say that in the cultivation of the power of mental imagery, you are even better than Qi Shengtian and Sikong Jingming."

Ye Qingzhou commented seriously that although they were enemies, he still praised them generously.

"It is my honor to be on par with Dragon Fist and Heavenly Sword."

The layers of phantom sounds, sometimes far away, sometimes near, seemed to come from all directions, like surging waves, surrounding Ye Qingzhou.

Afterwards, the scene before his eyes began to change drastically, like a messed up ink painting. Space was distorted, time was dislocated, and it began to change dramatically.

After all the turmoil subsided, Ye Qingzhou found himself in a valley surrounded by mirage.

Ye Qingzhou was wearing armor and standing with his hands behind his back.

Longyuan, Xuanyuan, Yandi, Tianxing and Feishuang, the five swords were hanging quietly behind him. Although they had not been unsheathed, they were humming incessantly.

The surrounding scenery was like a water surface with a stone thrown into it, constantly distorting and changing, sometimes turning into a vast desert, and sometimes into a bottomless abyss.

"Sword Saint Ye, I have long admired you."

Liu Wuhen's voice came from all directions again, vague and uncertain, without a trace to be found: "Does this old man's 'Illusionary Mirage' still catch your eye?"

Ye Qingzhou raised his lips slightly, and a sharp sword light flashed in his eyes: "The illusionary magic of the Fantasy World Mirage Dragon is indeed well-deserved. The truth is hidden in the false, and the false is hidden in the truth. The reality is uncertain and unpredictable. Even my sword heart can be confused by it."

As he spoke, the ground beneath his feet suddenly collapsed, and countless poisonous snakes jumped out from the cracks, spitting out scarlet tongues.

Ye Qingzhou didn't even frown, he just stomped his feet lightly, and an invisible sword energy spread out, and the poisonous snake instantly turned into green smoke and dissipated.

"The sword's heart is clear, breaking through delusion and revealing the truth."

Ye Qingzhou walked forward slowly. With every step he took, the distorted scene around him became more stable. "It's a pity that what's fake can't be real. This mirage lacks some of its qualities. The simulated avenue is not the real avenue after all. What can you do to me?"

A muffled groan from Liu Wuhen came from deep in the valley.
Qingzhou was right. If he were to face any Tiangang Martial Saint of the time, this mirage would be enough to trap the opponent for three days and three nights.

But now, facing Ye Qingzhou, who possessed the clairvoyance and numerical thinking, Liu Wuhen could only barely hold on for half an hour.

The sword intent that soared into the sky gathered the power of thought as vast as mountains and rivers, and instantly caused a central explosion in the entire fantasy world, causing Liu Wuhen's mind to be overwhelmed.

"Ye Qingzhou!"

Liu Wuhen suddenly shouted loudly, and the whole valley began to spin.

Ye Qingzhou's eyes blurred and he found himself standing on a shaky wooden bridge. Under the bridge was the boiling Weak Water. Countless wronged souls stretched out their ghost hands from the ghost river of the underworld, making shrill ghost howls.

At the same time, nine blood moons appeared in the sky, and the moonlight was like a knife, cutting his skin.

"Nine Hells, soul-stealing?"

Ye Qingzhou finally showed a hint of surprise: "I didn't expect you to be able to deduce the power of mind imagery to this extent. It seems that you are determined to hold me back."

He took a deep breath, and with a wave of his right hand, Long Yuan fell steadily into his palm.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Qingzhou suddenly felt something strange - it was not an illusion caused by magic, but real murderous intent!
"One east, one west, two murderous intentions!"

"The most deadly threat comes from the west!"

Although the threat from behind was very close, Ye Qingzhou did not take it seriously. What made him feel the danger was the attack from the west. He could not even lock the position of the opponent: "To be able to escape my sword heart reflection means that the distance is more than 800 miles."

Just as Ye Qingzhou was lost in thought, murderous intent suddenly erupted behind him.

Two Silver Grandmasters from the Western Kingdom suddenly appeared behind Ye Qingzhou. They were covered in liquid metal armor, and the armor's optical stealth system allowed them to blend perfectly into the surrounding environment.

Carlos, the "Shadow Blade" on the left, held a high-frequency dagger in each hand, while Ryan, the "Iron Wall" on the right, held a miniature particle cannon.

"The target is within range."

The data stream on Carlos' tactical eyepiece scrolled rapidly, directly connected to the Starlink satellite system, and could use the powerful computing power of the central intelligent brain to assist in combat.

"The success rate of illusion interference is 78%. Action countdown: 3, 2, 1..."

The two of them jumped up at the same time! Carlos turned into a shadow, and the dagger went straight to Ye Qingzhou's back.

Ryan's particle cannon was fully charged, and a blue-white energy beam tore through the air.

Although both of them are masters, with the assistance and help of technological equipment, as long as the tactics are appropriate, they are enough to threaten the Martial Saint.

Faced with this fierce attack, Ye Qingzhou remained calm and drew the Emperor Sword Longyuan.

There was no gorgeous sword light, no deafening sword sound, only a simple arc.

However, wherever this arc passed, the illusion shattered like glass, Carlos' high-frequency dagger broke into two pieces, and the energy beam of the particle cannon was split by a sword!

“It is a great pleasure to have friends coming from afar.”

Ye Qingzhou's voice was calm and gentle, but murderous intent was already visible in his eyes.

Carlos looked at the broken blade in his hand in horror. It was a super alloy made with the most advanced technology of the Western Nation, which could theoretically cut any material.

Ryan's face was even paler. His particle cannon was enough to flatten a hill, but it was shattered by the opponent's sword!
Deep in the valley, Liu Wuhen spat out a mouthful of blood, and the mirage shook violently.

He gritted his teeth and crushed a Guiyuan Pill, forcibly stabilizing the illusion: "You two, I can't hold on for much longer!"

In fact, in order to assassinate Ye Qingzhou, the enemy placed the real killer thousands of miles away.

At this moment, in Longxi City, thousands of miles away.

Lotus Mountain. It is said that in the Yellow Emperor period, a Taoist martial god named Guangchengzi climbed this mountain, attained enlightenment on the top of the clouds, and eventually ascended to heaven.

Tonight, the two Golden Martial Saints from the Heavenly Sword Bureau of the Western Kingdom also climbed to the top of Lotus Mountain.

Herod the Fire Thief was kneeling on one knee, his hands pressed on a complex space-time rune array. Veins bulged on his forehead, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

"The space-time anchor point has been locked, and time weaving has begun."

The fire thief Herod's voice was hoarse and trembling, and there was only a red fire in his eyes: "Hagrid, prepare to receive!"

Beside him, the nearly three-meter-tall "behemoth" Hagrid grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth.

His muscles bulged like steel, and his skin was covered with mysterious totemic tattoos.

The most amazing thing was his right arm—it was not a human arm at all, but a dragon claw!
The space in the center of the rune array began to distort, and an ancient longbow slowly emerged.

The bow body is a fiery red color with golden secret characters engraved on it, and the bowstring is like a woven piece of sunlight, emitting heart-pounding energy fluctuations.

"Hou Yi's Sun-shooting Bow..."

Herod was sweating profusely after briefly stealing this magical weapon from the distant history, and maintaining the time and space channel almost exhausted his strength.

"Hagrid, take the bow!"

Hagrid laughed wildly, stretched out his dragon claws, and grabbed the divine bow.

At the moment of contact, a scorching energy corroded his arm, and the dragon scales on the dragon claws began to burn and fall off, but he didn't care. Instead, he became more excited: "Hahaha! It feels so good! Such a magical weapon is worthy of my name "Behemoth"!"

Immediately, a golden arrow appeared on the bowstring, the arrow body was engraved with ancient runes, and the tip of the arrow flashed with a light of destruction.

"Golden Arrow of Destruction..."

Herod panted and said, "Remember, you only have one chance. The divine bow recognizes its master. If you are not of Hou Yi's bloodline, you will be attacked if you force the bow."

Hagrid had already pulled the bowstring, his dragon claws were bloody, but he smiled even more fiercely: "As long as I can kill the Sword Master of the East, what does an arm matter?"

The bow is like a full moon, and the arrow points to the sky!
In the illusion, Ye Qingzhou had just repelled Carlos and Ryan's second attack when he suddenly felt a sense of alarm. He looked up suddenly and saw a golden light piercing through the mirage and shooting towards him like a meteor!

"This is……"

Ye Qingzhou's pupils suddenly shrank, and the two golden wheels behind him began to hum for the first time. One of the golden wheels even conveyed emotions of fear and despair.

"Golden Arrow of Destruction?!"

According to legend, there is a golden arrow that shot down nine suns and is capable of destroying all magical powers.

Even a powerful god of war would find it hard to withstand the power of this arrow!
The sky of the mirage world shattered like glass, and a ray of golden light penetrated the clouds.

Before the arrow arrived, the terrifying pressure had already caused all the grass and trees within a ten-mile radius to wither.

Liu Wuhen's illusion melted the ice and snow in front of the golden light, revealing the true appearance of the valley.

Facing Ye Qingzhou's powerful sword attack, he was already exhausted physically and mentally. At this moment, he sat slumped on the rock, bleeding from all seven orifices but with a relieved smile: "Finally... I've been waiting for..."

Carlos and Ryan had already retreated a thousand meters away, and the tactical eyepieces automatically switched to anti-glare mode.

Even at such a distance, they could still feel the pain of their skin being pierced by the invisible sharp edges.

The golden arrow of destruction locked onto Ye Qingzhou.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Ye Qingzhou saw the ancient runes flowing on the arrow - it was a totem more primitive than words, recording the scene of purgatory on earth when ten suns appeared.

There was a cold light at the tip of the arrow, which was the power of death and darkness that shot down the sun that year.

The Yuanling Battle Armor burst out with a thousand-foot-long sword light, and the five-layer protective barrier of the Five-Scale Emperor Armor was instantly deployed.

Ye Qingzhou combined the five swords into one, but the Ame-no-Kurosakumo sword, which was a component of the magic weapon, actually made a mournful cry at this moment, and fine cracks appeared on the sword body.

"I see……"

Ye Qingzhou had already anticipated this disaster: "No wonder Liu Wuhen was willing to delay me at the cost of his life. This is what you have been waiting for."

He held the sword in both hands, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at the golden arrow.

The sword light was bright and brilliant, like the distant Milky Way, reflecting the Milky Way in the torrent of sword energy. When the sword came out, the stars fell and the surrounding space was distorted and collapsed - this was a sign of pushing a lifelong sword intent to the extreme.

Ye Qingzhou's black clothes rustled, and the hems of his clothes flew in the wind. His eyes were calm and peaceful, waiting for his opponent's fatal blow.

Zheng~
At the moment the sword and arrow collided, there was no expected earth-shattering explosion, only a crisp sound.

But with the impact point as the center, the space within a hundred feet in radius cracked like a broken mirror, revealing a dark void crack.

Ye Qingzhou's sword broke, the five magic weapons were blown away and scattered, and the special sword box built based on the sword of Ama Murasakibara was completely destroyed - it was not destroyed by the golden arrow of destruction, but Ye Qingzhou took the initiative to break the sword of Ama Murasakibara.

In this way, the ultimate move is launched.

"Sword Tribulation, Sky Burial!"

This is a forbidden technique created by Ye Qingzhou himself. He martyred himself with a sword and died together with the enemy. (End of this chapter)