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Chapter 394 Myriad Paths of the Forest VS Sword Eleven, Big Brother, Save Me!

"You mere corpse dares to stop me?"

The leader, Xiao Aoshi, unleashed a burst of energy, the raging air cutting through the air like blades, turning all the corpses within a ten-foot radius into pieces, blood covering the ground.

Is it really that simple to transform death energy into useful power through death?
However, after the corpses turned into pieces, their flesh withered rapidly within a few breaths, flowing into the ground. In an instant, streaks of pitch-black sword energy rose from the ground.

If the Sword Saint were here, he would be greatly surprised, because this sword move was none other than his Sword Twenty-Two, not just a simple sword move, but a sword formation. Su Ming used the corpses of the Hidden Sword Sect members as nodes to form the Sword Twenty-Two sword formation.

The chilling sword energy was intertwined with death energy, leaving a scorched landscape in its wake, and an area within a hundred feet was filled with deathly silence and an ominous aura.

"Little tricks!"

Laughing at the world with a cold smile, he unleashed the full power of his Myriad Daos of Heaven and Earth. The blazing sun in the sky seemed to have its light drained away, becoming dim. His intense aura transformed into a raging, burning fist imprint that pressed down, causing the void to tremble inch by inch as a massive, overwhelming force surged forth like a tidal wave.

This is the martial art of Wan Dao Sen Luo, which he has cultivated for thousands of years. This technique was created by his father, Xiao Sanxiao, who spent a thousand years integrating the martial arts of various schools. It is an amazing skill that can freely absorb various different types of martial arts, even those that are mutually exclusive, and integrate the power of heaven and earth into a world-destroying force.

However, its most formidable ability lies in its use of thought as a weapon to control people's hearts.

He wanted to use the power of the sun to dispel the deathly aura. The raging flames attacked, scorching the dark sword energy, turning it into wisps of black smoke and dissipating. The intense flames seemed to be about to completely engulf Su Ming.

At that moment, the jade pendant at Su Ming's waist instantly transformed into an ancient and solemn divine sword.

"Come!"

With a low shout, thousands of sword energies roared in, transforming into a jet-black sword light. The extreme blackness was filled with death energy; anyone who touched it would perish instantly. Not to mention the sword energy formed from the death energy, which was amplified tenfold under the effect of the God-Slaying Sword.

The fiery fist imprint couldn't even cause a ripple and was directly extinguished. Its momentum didn't diminish, and Sword Twenty-Two used the sword as a formation and the formation as the sword, innovating and increasing its power to a higher level.

Without even blinking, Xiao Aoshi clenched his fist with one hand, lightning crackling around the edge. His earth-shattering punch caused the void to tremble incessantly, like ripples on water, and his immense power directly alarmed the heavens.

High in the sky, dark clouds gathered, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and the once bright sky suddenly became dark.

Fist imprints and sword energy collided in the air.

"boom!"

The world seemed to lose its color, the earth cracked open instantly, the Hidden Sword School's buildings collapsed and disintegrated under this move, and all the corpses turned to ashes. Meanwhile, the group of Japanese experts watching from afar felt as if their eyes were being pierced by needles, and they had no choice but to close their eyes.

A ripple-like force of energy surged outwards from the two amidst a deafening roar. Those nearby, unable to dodge in time, only had time to let out a scream before being torn to shreds like rags.

As the dust settled, two figures stood tall and proud.

Looking at the sword mark on his fist, Xiao Aoshi's face showed excitement. "Your sword is not strong enough!" Before he could finish speaking, the sword mark on his hand had disappeared, and the wound had healed completely.

With the bloodline of the dragon turtle, his body's recovery ability is far superior to that of ordinary people.

"You think you can kill me with this? You're really disappointing!"

Su Ming gripped the God-Slaying Sword, looking at him calmly, "Don't worry, my sword won't let you down!"

"Mahabhāṣṭra!"

Suddenly, the wind and clouds gathered in the sky and earth, and a strange power gradually gathered, unpredictable and mysterious. Faced with this power, Xiao Aoshi's breath hitched, as if the sky was collapsing and trying to crush him to pieces.

This power, originating from heaven and earth, and possibly even containing the divine power of Nuwa, made Xiao Aoshi feel the terror of nature for the first time. However, he was a person who had lived for thousands of years and was not crushed by this power.

In the instant the winds and clouds converged, Xiao Aoshi struck again, one punch crackling with lightning, the other bursting with crimson flames. The clash of thunder and fire was even more powerful.

In the blink of an eye, he unleashed ten moves, then a hundred moves, his fists moving like shadows, lightning flashing like raging fire, engulfing his fists, while Su Ming simply parried with his sword, each move precisely intercepting the opponent's fist path.

The more he fought, the more surprised Xiao Aoshi became. In other places, his punch would have been enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, and make rivers flow backward. But his opponent's strength was much greater than he had imagined. His thousands of years of internal energy did not give him much of an advantage, and he was even being suppressed in the opposite direction.

"Just who is this person?"

The power of wind and clouds was transformed into his own. Xiao Aoshi's fists were so fast that people couldn't keep up with them. His body didn't move, but his hands launched one deadly attack after another, colliding with each other. A burst of lightning flashed from Xiao Aoshi's body, and a huge bolt of lightning as thick as a person also fell from the sky. It was absorbed by his raised, strong fist and transformed into a world-destroying power.

"Sword Eleven, Cease the War!"

Su Ming formed a sword seal with his hands, and a dazzling sword aura erupted from the God-Slaying Sword. A sharp sword cry resounded throughout the world. This sword strike was imbued with the power of wind and clouds, and was further enhanced tenfold by the God-Slaying Sword.

Its power was as majestic as the heavens, and countless killing intents were condensed into a single sword. The ultimate killing intent was restrained at this moment, and there was no killing edge on the sword energy. However, once it passed, it brought an extremely terrifying scene.

Wherever its sword light passed, nothing escaped its cut, leaving behind vast expanses of nothingness. Space itself seemed to be sliced ​​apart, and everything tangible and intangible was slain, obliterated, and wiped away, as if it had never existed between heaven and earth, leaving everything so clean.

People are murderous, and the world is turned upside down!

A giant sword materialized in the sky, piercing through the dense dark clouds and revealing a clear sky stretching for thousands of miles above. However, there was no light above the dome. The power of wind and clouds, light, lightning, water vapor—everything seemed to have been severed.

Xiao Aoshi felt an immense pressure, as if a mountain had been pressing down on his heart. In the past, this mountain was his so-called father, but now it was the person in front of him.

He is by no means a contemporary swordsman, but a person just like me!
Recalling the other party's young and energetic face, Xiao Aoshi initially thought that the other party was just an ignorant and arrogant fellow. After all, the other party did not have that kind of worldly aura that had existed for a long time and looked down on the world. His life force was like that of a young man in his twenties.

But now, he doesn't think so anymore. If the other party is really in his twenties, then what has he done to live these thousands of years?
"Wandao Senluo!"

At this moment, Xiao Aoshi once again activated the Myriad Paths of the World, his entire being seemingly transforming into an incomparably deep vortex, a black hole, swallowing the surrounding essence of heaven and earth. Then, he transformed his thoughts into a sword and unleashed his full power.

This sword strike was like a celestial being descending from the heavens, leaving no trace and remaining elusive. If an ordinary person were to face this set of mental sword techniques, they would soon die under the leader's blade.

However, Su Ming's sword strike, which was full of killing intent, could be said to be flawless, or it could be said to be full of flaws. He could predict Su Ming's sword moves with his Heart Sword, but he couldn't dodge it at all. That sword strike had already locked him in place and he couldn't avoid it.

"Crash!"

Just then, the sound of waves echoed across the fields, reverberating in Su Ming's ears.

This is land, where did the waves come from?
With a laugh, his hair billowed, his eyes wide with rage, he unleashed all his life's power, using the myriad energies of heaven and earth to transform them all into water vapor.

The surrounding area seemed to have transformed into a vast ocean.

A surge of water vapor swept in, instantly transforming into a water blade in his hand. Its momentum was like the crashing waves of a vast ocean, unstoppable, and the entire training ground turned into a lake.

Sword Eleven in the sky has arrived!
"boom!"

As Xiao Aoshi's water blade shot skyward, colliding with the giant sword. The surging air currents and the omnipresent sword intent clashed, producing a continuous, resounding clang. At the moment of impact, the void, which had been solidified under the pressure of the sword intent and cracked as if it were a tangible substance, suddenly shattered. The water blade, several meters long, was split in two!
"impossible!"

The waves surged violently, and Xiao Aoshi's eyes were bloodshot as he stared in disbelief at the scene before him. The water blade he had condensed with all his life's power had been severed by the opponent's sword energy.

The longsword paused for a moment, then continued its momentum, striking Xiao Aoshi directly.

With a deafening explosion, a surging wave shot into the sky like a hurricane tornado. When the waves subsided, Xiao Aoshi's figure had already vanished.

Su Ming frowned slightly, reached out and pressed down, and the aftershocks of the collision that had spread wildly flowed back, like ten thousand rivers returning to the sea, transforming into a solid ball of gas.

With a casual flick of his wrist, a gust of air burst forth, tearing through the air and exploding in mid-air. The rolling shockwave spread for hundreds of feet, like a mushroom cloud rising into the sky, instantly dispersing the lingering dark clouds overhead.

The water on the ground had disappeared, but the corpse of Xiao Aoshi was nowhere to be seen.

run away?

Su Ming glanced at the God-Slaying Sword. On its blade, drops of brilliant crimson blood were dripping down. After they fell, seeds quickly sprouted from the ground and broke through the soil.

Such pure vitality, truly worthy of the dragon turtle bloodline.

We can't let him escape. Su Ming spread his divine sense and searched for the other party's whereabouts with all his might.

As his Qi flowed, he sensed a strange aura surging and flying wildly from a hundred miles away.

The next instant, he flashed and disappeared in a wisp of green smoke. When he reappeared, he was already several miles away.

……

"Huh, huh..."

In the grove, Xiao Aoshi fled swiftly, a deep, bone-revealing wound on his chest from which blood was constantly seeping out; even his prized dragon-turtle bloodline could not heal it.

A powerful killing intent lurked in the wound, constantly eroding his body. He clutched his chest, his expression contorted in agony. He hadn't felt this kind of pain in many years.

Suddenly, his eyes widened, a hint of fear flashing in them. The other party had caught up!

The two were incredibly fast; in less than a quarter of an hour, they had escaped nearly a thousand miles, traversing the entire East Japan.

……

After Su Ming left, several figures dared to step into the area within a hundred miles. Upon arriving there, they were shocked to see a scene that resembled the end of the world.

The original stronghold of the Hidden Sword School had vanished without a trace; all the people and buildings had disappeared, leaving only a crack filled with water.

The crack stretched for miles, long and narrow, quite unusual. But when they got closer, they were stunned. It wasn't a crack at all; it was clearly a sword mark!
……

No matter how Ren Xiao Aoshi tried to hide, Su Ming could always catch up with him and stay right behind him.

He runs away, he chases, he can't fly.

The two fled across the land of Japan. Xiao Aoshi was very familiar with the land of Japan and often hid in caves and pits, but Su Ming always found them.

Finally, he even tried to escape into the sea, but Su Ming still caught up with him, and he suffered several more sword wounds. He had no choice but to return to Japan.

Time passed, and night fell.

Xiao Aoshi was still running away. He clutched his chest, his face contorted in pain. The wound had stopped bleeding, but the sword intent and killing intent within him were constantly eroding his life force. He needed to expend a lot of his energy to suppress his injuries.

Finally, he arrived at a cave and stopped.

"Brother, save me!"

A mournful sound echoed through the mountains and forests. Deep inside the cave, a figure opened his eyes. The next moment, he arrived outside the cave and frowned as he looked at his younger brother's injuries.

"Who has the ability to hurt you like this?"

While panting, Xiao Aoshi said, "Brother, you have to be careful. That swordsman is very powerful. He is the most powerful swordsman I have ever seen. His skill is stronger than both of us. Only the old man can suppress him."

It turned out that this person was Xiao Jingtian, the elder brother of Xiao Aoshi. He was dressed in coarse cloth robes and had an ordinary face. He did not look like an old monster who had lived for thousands of years.

"You've finally stopped running away!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a majestic voice rang out from afar, echoing throughout the entire mountain forest.

In an instant, the birds in the forest took flight and fled the area.

……

Under the moonlight, a handsome and graceful figure approached from afar, appearing before the two brothers as if by teleportation.

Xiao Jingtian looked at the other person quietly, "You're the one who hurt my brother?" As he spoke, he reached out and pressed his hand on Xiao Aoshi's body to heal his wounds.

Su Ming ignored Xiao Aoshi and instead focused his gaze on Xiao Jingtian. "You are his elder brother, the Great Demon God Xiao Jingtian?"

Xiao Jingtian raised an eyebrow. "Indeed, it seems things won't end well today."

Unlike his younger brother, Xiao Aoshi, Xiao Jingtian has always been proud of his unique divine skill, the Four Great Chaos Techniques, and looks down on all other martial artists in the world.

However, his martial arts have a major flaw: the Four Great Arts of Chaos use the sun and moon as a medium to draw upon the four great forces of water, fire, wind, and thunder from nature for his own use.

Because of the alternation of day and night, his power is abundant at night, but due to the special nature of the Four Great Chaos Techniques, his power leaks out during the day, forcing him to transform into an ordinary farmer and hide in the world.

Later, it was because of the flaw in his martial arts technique that Lian Chengzhi was able to seize the opportunity to kill him.

It has to be said that his martial arts skills are strong enough, but they are too unreliable. This is why Xiao Aoshi would rather take a few more sword blows from him than go to find his brother at night.

Xiao Jingtian is too weak during the day. If he really attracts Su Ming, it would be tantamount to sending his brother to his death. Only by dragging it out until night will there be a chance.

(End of this chapter)