Chapter 612, The Second of the Three Swords that Shook Clear River (2)

This sort of chaotic, unrhythmic final struggle, like an arrow at the end of its flight, made the people of Flowing Light City, who were eagerly paying attention to the battle in midair, tremble all over and did not even dare blink their eye or breathe. 

Clang! 

Among the black clouds, an illusory image suddenly stretched out half a spear's length. The spearhead was half a meter long, and the tip was glowing with a piercing coldness, piercing into Ye Qingyu's shoulder.

A fist-sized hole appeared above Ye Qingyu's left shoulder. 

Right there! 

Swoos.h.!.+ 

Ye Qingyu swung his sword in a slas.h.i.+ng motion. The sword qi did not penetrate into the black clouds, and there was no movement, but the black clouds were faintly rippling. 

As expected! 

Ye Qingyu's eyes flashed. 

In a flash, the black cloud shadows had alternated several times with the Demon Spider expert's spear, constantly striking and causing jets of blood to gush out from Ye Qingyu's body. 

Swoosh swoosh swoosh. 

Ye Qingyu was like an insensitive machine that was drawn into a deadly sea, unaware of any pain. 

He was constantly searching for the right time to strike the shadow in the void that was lunging a spear at his body.

Countless sword qi were violently overflowing, the surrounding black clouds were surging like waves.

As if time and s.p.a.ce had frozen, and as if the stars in the universe had already revolved around thousands of times.

After several seconds. 

After being subjected to thousands of sword strikes, a rippling dark cloud finally began to condense into a thin ice-like substance, and the cracks in the substance was like a cobweb spreading.  

Amongst the stars and black clouds.  

A spear-wielding Demon Race expert had panic all across his face, his breathing disorderly, and blood overflowed from his mouth.

The deadly sword qi that destroyed everything in the way had only wounded him with a minor injury.

And the next moment he immediately restored to a stable breathing, and the shock he felt also gradually settled.

Opposite.

Ye Qingyu's aura was weak, his body was dripping with blood, as if he had been soaking in a pool of blood. 

A number of shocking scars covered his body, winding and twisting. Many of the wounds that ruptured after the impact were bone-deep, jets of blood spurting out.

His figure quivered slightly. 

The people of Flowing Light City cried out in shock, their eyes br.i.m.m.i.n.g with tears.

Like he was almost at the end of his life after being hacked thousands of times, Ye Qingyu's lonely, faint figure, at this moment, in the eyes of all people, appeared extremely tall, matchless, and tragic.

And through the thousands of strikes, Ye Qingyu was able to clearly feel the mysteriousness of the formation.

The fifty different experts were seemingly unrelated, but in fact their strength had been combined. The strength that any one of them possessed was the combined cultivation and yuan qi strength of the fifty experts. 

And if they were attacked, even if it was a severe injury, it would be distributed amongst the fifty people.

In this way, a severe wound, for the fifty people in the dark, was just like a minor injury.

Inside the formation, Ye Qingyu, who was rapidly gasping for breath and wheezing, revealed a trace of exhaustion.

This scene allowed the fifty Demon Spider experts that were constantly changing positions in the void to finally breathe a sigh of relief.

……

Time flew by. 

Ye Qingyu had transformed into a b.l.o.o.d.y person. 

He was dripping with blood all over, badly mangled, and was severely injured. He almost seemed like he had been sliced thousands of times, and as if the next moment his body will be split into pieces. 

The Ruthless Prince, who watched from a distance, was slightly relieved.

The Demon Spider experts that set up the formation also felt slightly more relaxed. 

Between the stars in the north-eastern direction. 

“Kekeke... you're dead...” a sinister laugh sounded.

Among the large formation, the Demon Spider general who questioned Tong Wen earlier could not cover his happiness when he saw that the situation had been set and victory was at hand. A strange laugh sounded from a shadow.  

Now! 

Ye Qingyu's eyes flashed. 

He suddenly leapt up, and in the blink of an eye, a tyrannically sharp sword light suddenly streaked across.

A blaze of white light! 

This sword was full of his true intention.  

The sword light was like the moon, and compared to his previous strikes, was more solid. An even more imposing sword qi than before shot toward the black cloud where the voice sounded.

The reason he suffered all those injuries was to wait until the Demon Spider experts let their guard down and revealed a flaw in the formation. 

With those words and laughter, a flaw also emerged in the formation. 

That stupid b.a.s.t.a.r.d! 

“Die!”

Ye Qingyu bellowed, like an immortal descending to earth.

This sword not only contained the peak strength of the [Human King Sword Mantra], but also the [Fifth Limit] of the [Limitless Divine Way]! 

In the distance. 

Among the lumps of cotton-like clouds, there was a hundred-meter-long crack forcibly split by the sword qi.

The harsh dazzling white tip momentarily lit up the cosmic void and the black clouds subsided.

Where the sword power was, its imposing manner destroyed all obstacles in the way. It stirred the wind, and the night began to change colour. The entire formation was split into two. 

“What?” 

“This power...” 

“No...”

“Heavens...” 

The Demon Spider Race experts in the formation, for a moment, all cried out in surprise one after another. An unprecedented feeling of danger befell them, like there was an ancient beast staring at them. They could feel their hair standing on end and a chill running down their spine.

But it was too late to react.  

The sword light had come cras.h.i.+ng down. 

Boom! 

Annihilation. 

Death had descended.

Where the sword qi was, everything was near annihilation. 

The once large and impregnable formation, at this moment, was like a sandbank beneath a mountain torrent, instantly being destroyed.

Blood and flesh splattered everywhere. 

Bones scattered across the sky. 

More than thirty Demon Spider Race experts, like flames being blow out, were ended in a flash.

Only leaving behind dozens of demon qi drifting in the gaps of the clouds, like wisps of smoke curling in the air.

The sky was also torn by the sword light. The cracks that did not heal were like the scars of the sky.

Everywhere was silent. 

There was not a single sound anywhere.

All the creatures between heaven and earth were staring in stunned silence.

How could that be? 

Why would it be like this? 

That sword, what sort of power does it have? 

The spectators were all dumbfounded by this nature-defying power, so shocked that they were unable to speak.

All of the people s.h.i.+fted their gaze back on Ye Qingyu. 

Ye Qingyu stood in midair clasping his sword. 

Because of the sudden eruption of this sword strike, his wounds were suddenly cracked open.

The innumerable wounds across his body were constantly jetting out blood, some were bone-deep. His flesh was badly mangled, like he was a dying person being fished out of a blood lake. 

Even his body began to shake, as if the next moment he would fall down from the sky.

On the watchtower of Flowing Light City. 

Chen Zhengliang was the first to snap out of shock to react.

Overjoyed, he went out of control. His yuan qi surged around his body as some of his wounds that had not completely recovered from the fight against Devouring HHeaven Demon General were splitting open and blood was seeping out. His lapel was also gradually stained red. 

There was undisguisable joy within his eyes, while at the bottom of his heart was constantly intertwined with complex emotions of grat.i.tude and guilt.  

“As the guardian of Flowing Light City, I am so incompetent, and can only stand on the wall to helplessly watch Tianhang exhaust himself to fight.” Chen Zhengliang almost crushed his teeth, as though there was a mountain pressing on his heart that made him breathless. 

Ling Xiaoran had a solemn expression on his face, and the writing brush in his hands was exuding a strange red smoke. The bones on his right hand that held the brush were distinct and the veins were visible. He was seemingly trying to restrain the anger in his heart.

He had already done his utmost to protect the citizens of Flowing Light City, but in the face of that fellow human, who did not hesitate to sacrifice his life, he could not help feeling shock, admiration, and also consider himself as being inferior. 

On the other side, Heng Yuge's eyes were glistening with tears, tightly clenching a silver hairpin that had been snapped into two. 

On the most left, Scar-faced Jin was still speechless, his hands were clasping on the railing of the city gate tower which was already covered with cracks from the force of his palm.

And behind Scar-faced Jin, Elder Zheng was already unable to endure a long while ago. He was sat leaning against a wall, his right hand tightly clutching his chest. His eyes revealed the same shock and admiration and his heart was similarly filled with regret and guilt. 

Only Hu Bugui looked relatively calm.

Although his expression was incomparably serious, but in his anxious and stern eyes there was a trust in Ye Qingyu that was revealed.

The trust in a like-minded brother who he had been through fire and water with, whom he had drank and chatted merrily with and who shares the same clear distinction between grat.i.tude and revenge as him. 

It was the confidence in the strength and cultivation of the person called Tian Huang after watching the Tea Garden battle, the chaos on the Storm Platform, and the countless battles during their escape, as well as the number of strange scenes of cultivation training in the Underground Moon Palace. 

In the distance. 

The open s.p.a.ce under the watchtower. 

The tens of thousands of people who had come together spontaneously were looking at the sky with a grave expression. 

“Mum, is he going to die?” It was a child wrapped in a large cloak in the arms of a thin and weak young woman who asked his mother in a faint trembling voice.

The young woman's face was tear-stained. She gently leaned the child's head on her shoulder and gently rocked him from side to side. She dared not to look at the figure that was constantly spurting out jets of blood anymore. 

She was surrounded by men and women, young and old, who were all teary eyed as they gazed solemnly at the figure in the sky like there was incomparable respect for him.

Just then—— 

On the watchtower. 

“Brother Tianhang! Let me help you!” 

“Me too!”

Ling Xiaoran and Chen Zhengliang finally couldn't restrain the surging emotions inside. They yelled out one after another, activating their strength, and were about to rush up to the void the next moment. 

And Scar-faced Jin beside them also stretched his hand out into the void, grasping two long blades... 

At this moment—— 

“Go back!” 

In the sky came an unquestionably loud roar from Ye Qingyu.

The voice resounded across the sky, frightening the earth.  

It was Ye Qingyu's voice. 

Hu Bugui immediately forcibly pulled back the several leaping figures. 

In the sky. 

Ye Qingyu's figure gently flickered.  

That roar was like an unquestionable military order, but also like the final howl of an expert at the end of his life...

Judging by his present aura, it seemed that the cold wind under the moon and stars could easily blow him away.

After the formation had been destroyed and disappeared, the hazy moonlight pierced the clouds again, casting a bright light onto Flowing Light City. 

While Ye Qingyu, standing alone, and dripping with blood, his figure was more tragic, miserable...

In the air all around.

Even if Ye Qingyu was seemingly about to collapse at any time, the eyes of the remaining several Demon Spider Race experts that formed the Heavenly Divine Star formation were filled with fear, as though they were scared stiff by that sword attack just now and dared not come forward...