BXBX NOVEL Chapter 274: 211: Sword Presses the Ghost
Chapter 274: 211: Sword Presses the Ghost
The Ghost Emperor of Fengdu was truly worthy of Bai Xiaosheng’s recognition as the fourth strongest figure in the martial world. He not only excelled in swordsmanship but also possessed mysterious and unpredictable skills, materializing and disappearing impossibly.
Even the domineering and decisive sword intent of Pei Xuanjing struggled against these exceptional abilities.
As long as the Ghost Emperor of Fengdu did not choose to confront Pei Xuanjing head -on, constantly evading and engaging in this maneuver-centric fight, Pei Xuanjing’s aggressive power had no significant advantage for a short period of time.
Pei Xuanjing’s sword intent, originally domineering and decisive, was now complemented by the Seven Kills Sword, its beam sharp, with an aura of slaughter permeating the air.
The Ghost Emperor of Fengdu’s swordsmanship was somewhat similar to Yama King’s, both eerie and unpredictable, the sharp rays of the blade flickering uncertainly, alternating between reality and illusion.
Be aware that Pei Xuanjing’s interactions with the old Retired Emperor on Dragon Tiger Mountain were not of long duration, especially during the period when some people were in contact with the Ghost Emperor of Fengdu, seeking to ambush Pei Xuanjing, so he lingered near Dragon Tiger Mountain.
The underworld stronghold wasn’t particularly covert, many entities were clear about which faction was behind the estate.
When Pei Xuanjing arrived here, he didn’t conceal himself. So not long after his appearance, someone became aware of his presence, leading countless masters to rush to the scene.
When they arrived, it was during the intense clash between Pei Xuanjing and the Ghost Emperor of Fengdu.
The confrontation between them within the estate stirred up Wind and Thunder, changing the celestial phenomena and making a grand spectacle of rolling thunder echoing akin to celestial drums.
An eerie, insidious voice of the Ghost Emperor of Fengdu could be heard: “Pei Xuanjing, you killed the Seven Kills Sword Master. The people of the Demonic
Cult are sure to seek your life.”
“What, he actually killed the Seven Kills Sword Master?”
The many masters who had originally been watching, suddenly changed their faces, which started a clamor.
Pei Xuanjing understood the intention of the Ghost Emperor of Fengdu. He knew the latter wanted to take this opportunity to publicize the fact that he had killed the Seven Kills Sword Master, to attract the pursuit of the Demonic Cult.
However, Pei Xuanjing didn’t care about this. He replied coldly: “I am not sure whether the people of the Demonic Cult are coming or not. But what I do know is that you are doomed today.”
As he spoke, the sword in Pei Xuanjing’s hand became faster and the light of the sword became more piercing.
He went straight into action, rising into the air like a celestial being, his intimidating presence reflecting a divine judgement on all beings.
The resplendent swordplay was like a sword descending from the heavens, a rainbow piercing the sun.
The bursts of sword light alternated unpredictably, like a dazzling electrical discharge or a prolonged rainbow spanning the sky.
The Flying Immortal descended from the heavens towards the Ghost Emperor of Fengdu.
The Ghost Emperor of Fengdu did not want to delay any longer. More and more people were coming, which was also unfavorable for him.
Owing to his past actions, the Ghost Emperor of Fengdu had offended countless people over the years. It was possible that his enemies would show up.
With apprehension flashing in his eyes, he made a sudden move, ominously saying: “Pei Xuanjing, you are forcing me!”
The divine saber in his hand flickered, and a strange momentum began to rise.
Hungry Ghost Path – Killing Life!
This was a sword art the Ghost Emperor of Fengdu had obtained from the Netherworld Book, its name being inspired by the Hungry Ghost Path in the rumored Six Paths of Reincarnation in the Netherworld. Even though it was only a fragment, it was of immense power, superior to some peerless martial studies.
The Ghost Emperor of Fengdu had secluded himself from the world for so many years, only to practice this sword art. The searching of the Netherworld Book also aimed to supplement this sword art.
He held this sword art as his trump card, not easily revealing it.
Unexpectedly today, Pei Xuanjing had forced him to showcase it.
As the blade was unsheathed, the spirits wept.
The killing aura emanating from Pei Xuanjing’s Seven Kills Sword paled in comparison to the Ghost Emperor of Fengdu at that moment.
The Ghost Emperor of Fengdu was as if he had stepped out from the Netherworld, an intimidating predatory ghost. With blood and wind following him and the eerie wind whistling around, a wave of energy symbolizing the demise of everything emanated from his body.
The flowers and grass beneath his feet seemed to have their vitality drained instantly, wilting to a dull yellow.
Bang!
The colliding sword light and blade light made a violent noise.
Pei Xuanjing had been repelled again while relying on his Flying Immortal. Forced back dozens of feet by the endless waves of energy, traces of fresh blood emerged at the corners of his mouth.
Although protected by Innate Thunder Gang Qi and physically unscathed, the situation surprised the onlooking masters and caused a stir.
They exclaimed in their hearts, ‘The Ghost Emperor of Fengdu is truly powerful and lives up to his reputation.’
Many of those with hidden agendas suppressed their thoughts temporarily and continued to observe the fight between the two.
However, even after forcing Pei Xuanjing to retreat with a single blow, the Ghost Emperor of Fengdu exhibited no complacency.
He was very clear that he had not triumphed and that Pei Xuanjing was not seriously injured.
He then advanced with a more serious expression, swinging his saber once more at Pei Xuanjing, leaving no room for him to catch his breath.
That was because he knew that the latter still had one more sword strike left.
The Flying Immortal used just now could not be compared with the Shenxiao Heaven’s Intention Sword that Pei Xuanjing had shown on Dragon Tiger Mountain.
Unfortunately, his movement was a step too slow. Pei Xuanjing was already making his move.
He gently raised his sword, seemingly unremarkable, but the momentum of his body increased steadily. True Qi, Blood Qi, and sword intent intertwined and interlaced.
His body moved with the sword, the sword moved with his heart. At that moment, he seemed to have fused with heaven and earth, emanating an inexplicable rhythm.
In an instant, the sword light became radiant, overshadowing the sky and earth. There was nothing in the world but this sword.
Even though he had witnessed this sword before, when the Ghost Emperor of Fengdu faced it again, he still found himself captivated by this sword, seemingly wielded by a celestial being.
Like a brilliant sun hanging in the sky, carrying the majesty of the heavens, cutting through everything, it seemed as if heaven and earth were being severed.
The Four Seasons Rotation started working in unpredictable cycles that were ceaseless and eternal, as if there was no beginning or end, forever repetitive.
He could feel that Pei Xuanjing at this moment seemed to no longer be ‘in this place’, as if stepping into another world, where all of his life was invisible.
He was not wrestling with Pei Xuanjing, but his unfathomable heavenly intention. This sword strike was not a sword technique, it was more like a Heavenly Punishment!
This was the Shenxiao Heaven’s Intention Sword!
An icy smirk appeared at the corner of the Ghost Emperor of Fengdu’s mouth.
‘Let’s see if this so-called heavenly intention has the power to obliterate the Netherworld.’
Hungry Ghost Path – Slaying God!
The divine saber in his hands glowed brightly, exuding a terrifying aura as it whistled continuously.
The saber light seemed to break out from hell, possessing a force that even the Gods must contend with.
Bang!
The violent collision of energies produced a dazzling spectacle that turned the dim sky into daylight.
The boundless shockwaves, originating from the point of collision between the two, whirled in all directions, sweeping over all the houses and walls of the estate..