Free Web NovelChapter 1448: Chapter 1547: Astonishing Power
Seeing the sword pierce through "Qin Feng"’s body with no blood flowing out, the Swordsman’s eyes shrank at once. As the sword shook, he immediately flew into a rage, only to discover that Qin Feng had appeared right above Murong Hongbin’s head.
Qin Feng seemed to sense the Swordsman’s sharp, penetrating gaze. He lifted his head and gave him a cold, mocking smile. Then he set the Heavy Sword in his hand and viciously drove it into Murong Hongbin’s chest. In an instant, the great general collapsed.
"Hah..." Qin Feng finally put Murong Hongbin to death with an easy mind. Once that man died, the Shura Gate disciples’ hearts all shattered. In this war, at least the Heavenly Sect disciples had already secured victory and would suffer no more casualties.
At the second-level Swordsman’s furious roar in that extreme situation, Qin Fengquan slowly raised his head like a crosswind, Qin Feng’s face twisted viciously as he looked at the Swordsman and laughed: "Kill me? You’d better think about how you’re going to walk away alive from me."
"A sharp-tongued brat!"
A gloomy look flashed in the Swordsman’s eyes as a small dagger suddenly appeared in his hand. The dagger’s power was terrifying; Qin Feng glanced sideways at it, and the hairs on his body stood on end.
A treasure! Even if it wasn’t Holy Land Level, it was at least on the Nirvana level!
"If you want to destroy the Talisman Gate, you have to crack their massive Talisman Formation. The ’Ji Jin Nine-story Treasure’ was given to us by the Tuoba Sect to handle the Fumen Formation." The Swordsman glared coldly at Qin Feng and said in a sinister tone, "I didn’t think I’d end up using this thing to kill you, kid."
Under the siege of three people, Qin Feng had managed to kill two in succession. The Swordsman knew very well that in a one-on-one duel, he was no match at all. He could only rely on a heavy treasure. Fortunately, it was on him.
"That’s the Ji Jing Nine-story treasure?" Qin Feng immediately narrowed his eyes, and at the same time he quickly sent a message to the Gray Fox Demon he’d kept hidden: "I won’t be able to stop this treasure."
"I understand."
Hearing the Gray Fox Demon’s reply, Qin Feng also relaxed. The Gray Fox Demon had already broken into the Holy Land. He didn’t know how many times stronger that power was than the nine-layered polar region, so intercepting a major treasure of the Extreme land would be easy.
"Kid," the Swordsman suddenly said coldly, "I didn’t want to use this precious treasure. If you back off now, I can leave you a way to live."
"Idiot, do you take others for idiots too? You think you can shout a few words in this panic and trick people?" Qin Feng sneered and cursed him back.
"You really are looking for death!" The Swordsman flew into a towering rage.
"Idiot, having a heavy treasure is nice. I’ve got one too." Qin Feng gave a cold smile, and a piece of Golden stone appeared.
"What!?" The Swordsman’s face changed abruptly, but he quickly laughed: "Hahaha, kid, you pull out some broken junk like that and want to pretend it’s a treasure to scare me off? Too naive."
A treasure with real power—everyone could feel it; you couldn’t just fake that. But the Golden stone in Qin Feng’s hand clearly carried no power at all. How could the Swordsman not laugh?
"Try it and see." Qin Feng was full of confidence.
"Oh?" The Swordsman’s eyes narrowed. He hesitated for a heartbeat, but quickly made up his mind. The Tuoba Clan had given them this treasure to help Shura Gate dominate the Yanxiao Territory. Once the Heavenly Sect was destroyed, wouldn’t they be able to rule the Yan Xiao Territory as well?
"Die!"
In the end, the Swordsman clenched his teeth and directly urged out the full force of the Chongbao Power,
"Whoosh—"
The small dagger surged in size, its Wei Wu power roaring straight at Qin Feng. This force was something no one below the seventh layer of the Extreme Polar Environment could withstand.
"Go!"
Qin Feng flicked his hand, and the Golden stone shot out from his grip. The gold and stone did not enlarge, but a powerful gray-blue force suddenly erupted from behind it, a force not the least bit weaker than the Swordsman’s weighty treasure.
"Boom!"
The two incomparably terrifying powers collided, and the violent wave of energy unleashed in an instant far surpassed any previous clash; quite a few nearby people were directly wounded.
"Impossible! How is this possible!?"
Seeing his greatest trump card actually suppressed by a mere stone in Qin Feng’s hand, the Swordsman was so shocked he nearly went mad.
"What kind of treasure is this? How can this be? Scaring me like—"
Staring up at the sky, some of the Swordsman’s comrades found it hard to accept reality. Qin Feng couldn’t help but laugh and say, "Idiot, looks like you’re pretty bad at using this treasure."
Hearing Qin Feng’s taunt, the Swordsman’s lips twitched slightly, his voice turning gloomily cold: "Brat, your treasure is fake. The power isn’t coming from that stone at all. Is there some other hidden supreme force?"
A hint of unintentional wariness flashed through Qin Feng’s eyes. The Crystal Masters were indeed the Crystal Masters—their eyesight really was beyond ordinary. Previously, although many had seen the formation when the Gray Fox Demon King broke the happiness-breaking Gate Clan, no one knew what had actually happened. There were only rumors. But now, with the Gray Fox Demon also acting from the shadows and forcibly suppressing her true situation, her strength was greatly affected; she could only unleash a Level 9 attack. Even so, the Swordsman had still seen through a clue at a glance.
"Truly stupid. If there were other experts, they’d have been sent to kill you lot long ago—why would there still be so much work left to do?"
As a Taoist thought flashed through his mind, the Swordsman’s gaze suddenly shifted to another ferocious battlefield in the distant sky, where the fighting had finally started to settle. At this moment, Kou Canghai had already heavily injured his opponent. Although that man’s defensive moves and Physical Strength were extremely strong, it probably wouldn’t be long before he was killed outright. This was the highest-level clash of strength, and its outcome was the most crucial.
By comparison, the other battlefields were still in a stalemate, the outcome hard to tell even now.
Just as the Swordsman’s gaze flickered, a piercing wind suddenly swept over, snapping him back to his senses. He swung the sword in his hand, bringing the Heavy Sword back to his hip. At the same time, Qin Feng’s faint chuckle drifted over. "Brother, now’s not the time to get distracted. If you follow Murong Hongbin’s example and I split you open, that’d be a pity."
"No problem, kid!" The fortress-light in his eyes flared. All of a sudden, the Swordsman’s sword erupted with a mighty force. The shadows of his swords surged like a tidal wave, sealing off all of Qin Feng’s vital points.
The Swordsman knew very clearly this opponent was too strong; even the heavy treasure was useless. His only option was to fight with everything he had.
"Hmph!" Watching the Swordsman’s attack with cold eyes, Qin Feng gripped the Heavy Sword and met him head-on without the slightest hesitation. The Heavy Sword was like a massive black curtain whipping furiously in front of him. It looked like a cumbersome weapon, yet in Qin Feng’s hand it was as nimble as a twig. As the Heavy Sword swept out, the blades began to stack like waves. Each time the sword layered up, the force contained within made the Swordsman’s own sword tremble violently.
This was similar to Chu Jun’s "Wave Sword Path", but under Qin Feng’s hand, its profundity naturally far surpassed Chu Jun’s; twenty-one swords formed a single wave, almost stretching into an endless continuum.
"Hmph, I’m very good at this multi-layered sword now. That’s enough." In Qin Feng’s eyes, the battle was growing fiercer and fiercer.
In the sky, the Heavy Sword and the sword shadows intertwined like lightning. Both sides were utterly ruthless, their attacks all aimed at each other’s vital points. In this situation, if anyone slipped up, he would be severely injured or killed on the spot.
As the battle intensified, the Swordsman’s face grew darker and darker. Only now did he truly feel how troublesome Qin Feng was. The Heavy Sword’s sweeping strikes were completely unstoppable, crashing in like waves, one after another, without giving anyone a chance to breathe. What shocked him the most was that the opponent’s sword moves were infused with terrifying Inner Strength, which infiltrated his body again and again, making him feel worse and worse.
