Night without Borders

Chapter 232 The Strongest Young Warrior

The fiery red maple forest, with red leaves falling all over the sky, seems to be tinged with the bleakness of autumn.

Coupled with the sword intent released by Qin Ming, the grass on the ground was cut off, and a bone-chilling coldness filled the air.

He was really shocked. The opponent blocked his swords several times and even withstood his two killer moves. His strength was a bit absurd.

Obviously, both of them were shocked and felt that their opponent's performance was far beyond their expectations!
Qin Ming was doubting her identity. Was this an immortal from the real world? He had never seen it, let alone heard of it.

Judging from his words and actions, he is more like an ancient person!
However, the woman's consciousness was too real, different from those he had met before.

In that case, he would let go and weigh this woman to see whether she was a modern human or an ancient ghost, and what level she was at. He would know after a try.

Qin Ming controlled the five energies, and the five-colored light wheel outside his body rotated at a high speed, making his fluttering hair crystal clear. The five-colored knife in his hand was buzzing and roaring, as if it was about to break through the air and fly away.

In fact, the next moment he rose off the ground, performing the sword-controlling technique. His body and the five-colored sword seemed to merge into one, and the five-colored divine clouds illuminated the fiery red maple forest.

The night faded away, and the place was as bright as day. Every leaf and every branch was illuminated by the five-colored light, and the veins were clearly visible. The light of the knife was everywhere.

Qin Ming flew with his sword, like a ray of colorful lightning, killing instantly. With such speed and unparalleled sword light, he was able to destroy everything in his path.

Along the way, any obstructions, such as century-old trees, outstretched branches, and falling red leaves, were disintegrated by the light of the knife, split into two and then exploded.

The purple-clothed woman's sleeves were filled with spiritual light, and she seemed to have transformed into a Pure Yang Immortal Sword. She continued to block the attack, and suddenly endless red leaves in the woods were flying, and then exploded.

Qin Ming in green and the stunning woman in purple were entangled together, like two lightning bolts moving, constantly attacking each other, and then passing each other in an instant.

"Who is that? How dare they fight in the maple forest? Don't they know that it is a forbidden area? It is the place where Senior Sister Chu has placed her heart and soul. Ordinary disciples dare not set foot in it at all."

Many ancient disciples were alarmed in this area and felt it was incredible that someone had damaged the maple forest?

Soon, they were shocked because someone was walking around with a knife, not only killing Lin, but also fighting with the rumored Senior Sister Chu!
"Over the years, Senior Sister Chu Pianran has rarely appeared. She came here today to place her mind on the spot, and ended up being offended?"

"A newcomer is about to rise. He has persisted for this long and has not been defeated yet!"

Qin Ming vaguely heard the discussions of the disciples in the distance, and his heart was filled with emotions. This woman was clearly an ancient person, so why wasn't she an illusion?

He has verified it through spiritual resonance.

"Are all ancient strongmen so outrageous? How can they be so powerful? But why do I feel that... he is more like an outer saint?"

"Could he be from the present world like us? He is actually a newcomer, and he actually dared to challenge the ancient fairy who placed his heart and soul here!"

Then some other people appeared, whose discussions and understandings were completely different from those of the earlier ancient disciples.

Qin Ming understood that this was a disciple of the Immortal Path, a mortal like him, who came here to join in the play.

Such a person can probably tell his origin.

When he entered the play, he is now an inner disciple here, and almost all of the ancient disciples did not find anything wrong with him and never regarded him as a strong man.

Because he seemed to have hit some kind of loophole.

Only the woman in purple felt that he was a strong man, and she could tell at a glance.

"Living people can tell my origins, but those ancient people who have passed away cannot recognize my identity?!" When he guessed this possibility, he was horrified.

Could it be that this woman's real body is still there and still alive?

The purple-robed woman had beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and her every move was quite beautiful, as if she was dancing gracefully. However, when she attacked, her power was extraordinary.

After a fierce fight, Qin Ming put away his sword and stood up.

His expression was more serious than ever before. He had really met a formidable opponent, so he did not dare to be careless at all.

In addition to the five-colored halo outside his body, there was also a three-colored divine cloud flowing. The eight great skills resonated, and all of them showed abnormal scenes and turned into a protective light curtain.

At this moment, Qin Ming looked unusually clear, detached, and spotless. His skin was like divine glass, emitting precious light, and there was a sense of Taoism in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

"This is really unexpected. I have tested swords all over the world. Among my peers, how many can withstand my full-strength attack? And you are just a strongman, but you have reached this level."

Chu Pianran was dressed in purple and fluttering in the fiery red maple forest. Although she was transformed by the spiritual light of pure yang attribute, she looked no different from her real body.

"What is Senior Sister Chu talking about? Isn't he an inner sect disciple? How did he become a strongman? My thoughts are confused!"

These were the words of the ancient disciples. They were puzzled because they were characters in a play. This was beyond their understanding, and they all frowned.

"Hiss, this is really against the will of heaven. A new person in our world has come to the ancient world of immortals and is actually able to fight against the most famous fairy Chu?"

“Well, it can rival a part of her consciousness, but the two seem to be on the same level. This is really outrageous!” There is no doubt that this is the discussion of people in the world.

Qin Ming even took a quick glance and recognized some old friends, such as Chen Bingyan and Lu Zhenyi, whom he had known when he was still Cui Chonghe.

There are also Ren Yiping and Sun Jingtian, both of whom have very transcendent status and are the core disciples of Fangwai Pure Land. They have been seen at the ruins of Luofu Fairy Mountain.

It was really hard for them to believe that there was a new being in the world today, a person who could rival the most legendary fairies in ancient times!
It should be noted that she is the first in line to become the headmaster of the temple.

"Are you an ancient person who lived to this day?" Qin Ming asked.

However, the other party did not respond.

There was a hint of strangeness in Chu Pianran's beautiful eyes as she looked at him carefully.

Qin Ming stood still, with eight kinds of light flowing outside his body, like a young god standing in the pure land, appearing more and more sacred and transcendent.

His eight miraculous skills resonated with each other, and he was not worried about being remembered, because after entering the second realm, he would melt the "heterogeneity" and so on, and the external light of the sky would keep changing.

At this moment, he was bathed in divine mist, like an immortal or a god, and seemed to have nothing to do with the strong man mentioned by the woman in purple.

At this moment, Qin Ming's whole body made a sound of sword ringing, as if a sword from the sky, accompanied by eight kinds of wonders, slashing forward.

He and the Eight-Colored Heavenly Sword became one, and he flew across the sky briefly, attacking forward.

In an instant, nine colors bloomed between Chu Pianran's eyebrows, and one immortal sword after another took shape, forming a Pure Yang Sword Formation, all flowing with light like the scorching sun.

All the Pure Yang swords were arranged near her, and then like a phoenix spreading its wings, they slowly unfolded in the air, transforming into a colorful Pure Yang sword forest, sacred and terrifying, slashing towards the Eight-Colored Heavenly Sword.

In an instant, the two of them fought fiercely and attacked each other, bursting out with extremely brilliant light, pure yang spiritual light and sun-like sky light splashing everywhere, as if the entire maple forest was on fire.

If it were an ordinary disciple of the Immortal Path, Qin Ming's Sky Light Force would quickly burn through their consciousness, but it was difficult to do so for this woman.

Now Qin Ming is not limited to swordsmanship, but has integrated his extraordinary skills with various combat techniques, such as the Fiery Sun Sword Technique, Wind and Thunder Sword Technique, Overlord Spear, etc., which he can use with ease.

The silk book scriptures emphasize integration and the governance of all methods. He has gradually unified various core fighting methods, and thus continues to become stronger.

Amid the clanging sounds and the reflection of the sword lights, there was sword intent everywhere. The eight-colored swords that slashed past quickly revealed the fair face of the woman in purple, and each time the blade was very close to her.

Those ancient disciples were dumbfounded. How could a young man fight with Senior Sister Chu to this extent? It was too dreamy!

Finally, as the Pure Yang consciousness was shattered, two of Chu Pianran's Pure Yang Immortal Swords that had spread out like phoenix wings broke, and she retreated at a rapid speed.

People saw that a corner of her purple long sleeve was cut off, and there was a blood mark on her fair cheek, with blood flowing down, and a lock of hair fell off.

This is her body with pure yang attributes. Bleeding means injury, and it looks no different from real blood.

Chu Pianran had a slender and graceful figure, and her beautiful face was stained with blood, which gave her a "battle-damaged" temperament.

In the distance, the ancient disciples were in a daze and there was complete silence.

Chu Pianran said to himself: "You actually hurt me. Well, this is the place where my mind is placed. My real body is not here, but just a flash of consciousness. It is understandable."

Everyone in the world was horrified. A piece of pure yang consciousness was far from all she had, and it was even further away from her real body, yet it was already so terrifying.

Chu Pianran showed a strange expression and said, "Even so, you are the best among the strongmen of the same level. In my era, there has never been a strongman like you. Even if you are at the same level, you are likely to compete with the strongest disciple of the same sect."

She turned into a rain of light and flew away without staying in the maple forest. Only a large number of red leaves were left falling.

Those ancient disciples felt confused. They were characters in a play and could not distinguish clearly. They did not understand why Senior Sister Chu said that. Was that familiar inner disciple really a strong man?

The people in the modern world were shocked. This newcomer actually received such a high evaluation from the heir of the immortal lineage—the strongest young warrior? !

This is explosive news for them.

In this world, there is actually an outer saint with such terrifying potential? !
"Isn't it our old friend?" Chen Bingyan whispered secretly with a look of doubt.

Lu Zhenyi shook his head and said, "Definitely not. Although he once had an outstanding performance and was extremely talented in his new life, he should not have reached this point."

In the deepest part of this vast immortal temple, in a crystal coffin, Chu Pianran completely woke up and said, "Master, the immortal glue in the coffin has become thinner, and Kunling has changed. We should take this opportunity to change the original trajectory and break out!"

Fairy mist was flowing, and there were actually several crystal coffins in this area, all of which contained living beings that were reviving.

Qin Ming pondered that if his status here was improved again, he should seize the opportunity and use the resources of the immortal Taoist temple to verify his own methods and conduct trial and error on the road ahead. Perhaps there is something extraordinary "heterogeneous" here?

(End of this chapter)