Free Web NovelChapter 1522: Chapter 172 Above the Firmament: Sword Sea Tilt_4
In the face of this vast and boundless sea of swords, the sense of powerlessness is the same!
A thousand men are ants, ten thousand men are ants.
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It is said that to face it is to die, to avoid it is to die, to flee is to die, to fight is to die.
Only a True Monarch can defeat a True Monarch; beneath Yan Dao, all is dust!
The sea of Sword Qi stretching for ten thousand miles roars and rushes without cease, the bright white Sword Qi like the waves of a Celestial River, seemingly pouring down from the Nine Heavens onto the Human World.
It seems as if this "Celestial River" is about to "extinguish" the ants.
Especially Jiang Wang at the forefront, almost within a hundred yards of the sword sea, could arrive in an instant.
Suddenly, a figure stood before everyone.
Short beard, hair tied, with a martial attire of indiscernible material.
Not particularly tall, but standing in mid-air, as imposing as a pillar supporting the heavens.
The mad wind pressing down from the sword sea couldn’t even lift the corners of his clothes!
Behind him were the charging geniuses, in front was the roaring and pouring sea of Sword Qi.
His voice was calm, yet held endless authority, surging beneath it: "Today, seeing my Eastern Region’s geniuses in martial fervor. My heart is greatly comforted. Let this fist be your encouragement!"
Then a fist punched skyward.
At this time, in this scene, this person could only be the Great Qi’s War God Jiang Mengxiong!
His fist was simple, the crest of the fist orderly and distinct, rising and falling clearly.
Lifted like a Teng Long, like a majestic mountain, rising fiercely from the vast earth! Gloriously with a momentum to strike the Heavenly Gate.
Before the fist moved, the terrifying wind of the fist had already swept across the sky, lifting all the drifting clouds upwards!
The howling fist wind rapidly expanded, stretching like a mountain range, facing... half of the sea of swords.
Using Jiang Wang as the boundary, the sky within the Qi Country camp was all upheld by Jiang Mengxiong’s fist.
While on the Jinguo camp’s side, the sea of Sword Qi continued to pour down...
"Sigh... you’re being too petty!"
In a helpless sigh, Yu Que wearing a Two Rites martial attire suddenly appeared, drawing his sword with a backhand!
His words were very casual, his appearing stance very casual, his sword-drawing posture also very casual.
Yet a sword light immediately surged skyward, evolving into a great rainbow, spanning the sky! The Sword Qi continued to soar, transforming into a cloud of Sword Qi, layer upon layer connected, creating a cloud sea with Sword Qi, and the cloud sea raced toward the sky!
This cloud sea... firmly resisted the pouring half of the Sword Qi sea.
Still using Jiang Wang as the demarcation, facing the vast Sword Qi sea, on one half was Jiang Mengxiong, on the other half was Yu Que.
Jiang Mengxiong deliberately controlled his power, only precisely blocking half of the Sword Qi sea, which was actually more strenuous and laborious than confronting the entire sea with a single fist. But he obviously enjoyed it, preferring to expend more effort rather than giving Yu Que a chance to idly watch the show.
Handle your own people!
Now seeing Yu Que finally making a move, his fist suddenly pushed upward.
Looking up at that sea of Sword Qi, he shouted angrily: "Dare to strike at my Qi’s genius, Yan Chunhui, are you here to die today?!"
BOOM!!!
The fist-wind mountain range collided with the Sword Qi sea.
The whole world dimmed!
The scene felt as if heaven and earth had merged, Chaos suddenly returned.
At least on this Star Moon Plain, it felt like an apocalypse had descended!
Indescribable, beyond description.
The terrifying power swept away everything, also including people’s senses.
Until——
BOOM!
With the resonating sound of a heavenly drum.
The brief dimness was torn apart.
People then saw the entire bright white, surging Sword Qi sea, visibly, moved upward several segments...
The collapsing "heaven" was punched back!
This is Yandao True Monarch Jiang Mengxiong, this is Jiang Mengxiong’s fist!
Who could remain unmoved?
"...Who are you?"
An ancient voice descended.
"Who is Yan Chunhui... again?"
These two questions fell in succession.
Like the murmurs of a sleepy old man.
The Sword Qi sea that covered the sky suddenly vanished into nothing.
As if the mythical scene of the sky collapsing and the Celestial River pouring back was just an illusion.
Sky clear and clouds bright, peace across the land.
When people looked far into the distance, they only saw a silver-white light point flash in the air, then immediately disappear.
