Longevity: Starting from Refining Gu-Chapter 374 - 224 Breaking Ten Thousand Dragons with My Sword Waves
Chapter 374 -224 Breaking Ten Thousand Dragons with My Sword Waves
The sky had collapsed, the earth had cracked open, and the White Bone River was thrown into chaos.
Lonely Mountain hung above the firmament, crashing down like a meteor.
Chen Qing stood among thousands of Dragon Shadows, swinging his sword repeatedly and slashing nearly two hundred Dragon Shadows with each strike.
Initially, some Dragon Shadows were surrounding the Dragon Cavalry, but now, as Chen Qing’s sword was able to shatter more Dragon Shadows with each swing, a vast number of them started to swarm towards him.
Chen Qing seemed as if he was standing in a gigantic pool, and the flowing waters within were all Dragon Shadows.
There was no helping it; previously, Chen Qing had swallowed Shen Changye whole and grievously wounded Ao Huanxiu, sweeping through thousands of troops as an unstoppable force.
He had already established an absolute invincible presence on this battlefield.
Had it not been necessary to use all their strength to stop Chen Qing, he could almost be said to be able to slay enemy commanders amidst their thousands of soldiers.
Such deterrence forced Ao Feng to dedicate a substantial part of the grand formation’s power to suppress Chen Qing.
For if Ao Feng were slain by Chen Qing in the battle formation, it would spell complete defeat.
Even though Chen Qing’s reduced size meant that many Dragon Shadows could not hit him immediately, it had to be done this way.
Layer by layer, they completely sealed Chen Qing within.
Surrounded by endless Dragon Shadows, like a dark golden Martial God, Chen Qing executed move after move of Lang Qian Die, each sword strike surpassing the last, the momentum of his Sword Intent growing increasingly formidable.
With him drawing the majority of the Ten Thousand Dragons Tide Formation’s power, the Dragon Cavalry would undoubtedly break through as if splitting bamboo.
Seeing the circumstances, he decided to fight to his heart’s content.
Dozens of Dragon Shadows missed Chen Qing’s attacks and landed on his body; he felt as though he had been hit by little pebbles and was hardly affected.
Chen Qing immediately had an idea, to build up the momentum of Lang Qian Die to its peak before bursting out of the entwining Dragon Shadows in a single sword strike to slay Ao Feng!
He could completely disregard the attacks of these Dragon Shadows, forcefully break through, and slay Ao Feng and Ao Huanxiu, decisively ending the battle.
Thinking so, Chen Qing began to strike with ease, memories of his master, the State Preceptor, flooding before his eyes. His Divine Soul immersed in these memories, he swung his sword following the volition of the State Preceptor’s techniques.
It had to be said, the State Preceptor’s Sword Dao was extremely suitable for Chen Qing.
Because according to the State Preceptor, the Preceptor’s own comprehension was not very good.
He had reached the Grandmaster Realm purely through diligent practice, taking thousands of years.
Previously, after swallowing directly, how could one have such a profound experience as using it now?
Each move and technique, when used at this moment, brought about a brand new understanding.
Chen Qing was already at the pseudo-Grandmaster Realm, making his practice feel even more effortless.
One sword strike faster than the next, each sword carrying greater force than the last.
In the blink of an eye, Chen Qing had unleashed thirteen swords, a thousand swords—it sounds like a lot.
But for a Cultivator, especially one with a foundation as immensely solid as Chen Qing’s, it was only a matter of the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn.
In just a moment, Chen Qing had continuously struck six hundred swords. At this point, one sword strike could slash through more than three hundred Dragon Shadows.
His power continued to grow stronger; Chen Qing could feel that if he unleashed the one-thousandth sword and completed the buildup of Lang Qian Die, its power would reach an unexpectedly high level!
The more he fought, the more exhilarating it became.
At this point, with the Dragon Palace army entangled below, Chen Qing could be said to be undisturbed by others as he built up the momentum for Lang Qian Die, unimpeded.
With the eight-hundredth sword, Chen Qing could easily shatter the Dragon Shadows before him, and at this moment, it was not difficult for him to break through the Ten Thousand Dragons Tide Formation.
By the nine-hundredth sword, Chen Qing could slash through over four hundred Dragon Shadows with a single strike.
With a sweep of his long sword, a ten-foot-long sword gleam fell like snow.
Even around him, the sound of the sword’s ringing had already formed a tide-like roar.
The sword danced through the skies, its sound reverberating in all directions.
In just a few dozen breaths’ time, Chen Qing finally unleashed the thousandth sword!
Like all the previous thousand swords were condensed in that single moment onto his Great River Sword, Chen Qing’s sweep pierced through, spreading sword light across dozens of yards.
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Chen Qing laughed loudly, “Part for me!”
With one slash towards the endless Dragon Shadows before him, Dragon Shadows shattered one after another in his presence.
Ao Feng suddenly heard a cracking sound; one of the Coiling Dragon Divine Needles had split open with a huge crack.
He looked up to the sky, only to see Chen Qing break through the countless swirling Dragon Shadows with a sword in hand, and immediately locked his gaze onto him.
Their eyes met; Chen Qing’s eyes filled with an overwhelming killing intent, making Ao Feng feel as though his entire body was fixed in place, breathing becoming difficult.
“Is this the power of a Grandmaster?”
In the next moment, Chen Qing stepped on the Dragon Shadows, traversing several hundred yards in three steps, about a dozen yards away from Ao Feng, his sword falling.
Ao Feng’s body erupted with eight golden dragons, forming a large bell to protect him within.
The Eight Dragon Golden Bell was his strongest defense, and in the Death Realm, only a handful could break this bell.
Unfortunately for him, Chen Qing was one of that handful.
One sword fell, sword gleam like snow, Sword Intent surging like a great river, the Eight Dragon Golden Bell was instantly split in two.
Ao Feng roared in rage, revealing his true form, a thirty-yard-long dragon body.
The green dragon had sharp claws and scales, smooth as a mirror.
Chen Qing swung his sword midair, with a single stroke containing over a thousand streaks of sword light, sword breaking through the void!
Pfft!
A gigantic dragon head fell, and the vast dragon body crashed down, shattering a Hanhai Dragon Boat.
Ao Huanxiu thrust his spear to repel Hu Yao, his eyes blood-red, he bellowed furiously: “Ao Feng!”
