Night without Borders

Chapter 448 The Unsolvable Sword Cultivator

The sword shot out, golden rays filled the sky, and wherever it passed, all obstacles were flattened, tens of thousands of pounds of rocks were turned into dust in the blink of an eye, and the ground was scraped down several feet deep.

Eight-colored sword energy swirled between Qin Ming's five fingers, resembling condensed thunder, and four sword domains connected the four poles of heaven and earth, drawing down Daoist rhymes.

The sword seed flew over, like a golden pill bursting forth with endless divine light, sweeping across the land. A stone cliff on one side collapsed, but Qin Ming, who was standing nearby, remained unmoved and caught it with his bare hands.

It was like a celestial sword erupting, its sword energy raging and piercing the night sky. From afar, it looked as if one after another, giant swords of light were piercing into the night.

Outside, all was silent; yet, someone dared to try and grasp such sword intent with their bare hands.

Even the great wizard Charon was flying backwards to escape.

Qin Ming used his sword domain to capture sword types and then honed them with eight-colored sword energy.

His sword domain took form from the spiritual field, seemingly capable of distorting the void, tearing apart sword types there, and the eight colorful sword auras were even more unstoppable.

Amidst the clanging sounds, the sword seed that swayed with golden rays of light was blocked, imprisoned, and had its heavy killing intent worn away.

It is no longer than a finger joint, shaped like a small sword, and truly resembles a seed, radiating divine light.

Now it is locked by Qin Ming's sword domain and sword aura, and its entire body is torn with tiny openings.

Qin Ming took this opportunity to carefully observe its inner workings and essence.

The sword is translucent and radiant, reflecting only its own sword light. Normally, it would be impossible for anyone to handle it, but now it is damaged and completely suppressed.

"Flesh and blood?" Qin Ming asked in surprise. He thought it might be related to some kind of cultivation method recorded in ancient books, or the golden elixir substance on another path of immortals.

However, the types of swords are clearly very different.

It possesses a rich vitality, the essence of flesh and blood, accompanied by a powerful sword intent, and has nurtured a substance similar to the divine sword aura.

Qin Ming opened his newly formed eyes and began to investigate further.

The sword has golden veins, flowing with sword energy and sword blood, which is quite strange.

Qin Ming attempted to resonate with the emotions, capturing some of the fragmented feelings and uncovering scattered truths.

The path of the Sword Sect is not for ordinary people. His innate physical constitution and bone structure are different from others, making him suitable for circulating sword energy and able to cultivate the strongest sword intent.

When the sword seed grows to its final form, it will become indestructible and gradually transform into a sword embryo.

Qin Ming caught these fragmented pieces of information and his heart stirred. When he was practicing the "Nanming Li Huo Jing" and the "Lian Shen He Dao Jing", his body was tempered by divine fire and his physical body underwent nirvana. During this time, similar strange changes also occurred in his body. There were dragon-shaped tendons that meandered and the human body's acupoints and immortal lakes were opened, which were very suitable for the sword energy to circulate in his body.

From this perspective, his physical constitution and physique are even superior to those of the Sword Sect.

He muttered to himself, "So, I also have the physical foundation, bones, and meridians of a sword cultivator? No wonder I was able to become a sword cultivator."

"It has reference value." But Qin Ming would never cultivate a special sword embryo in his body; his physical body as a whole is his strongest weapon.

Although the path of the sword seed was not his own, it gave him a lot of inspiration, allowing him to cultivate his own unique sword aura.

This is worth studying carefully. If his flesh and blood also contain the sacred "matter" of the sword path and blend with various sword auras, it might make his path of sword cultivation more harmonious.

Qin Ming extinguished the killing intent within the sword seed, making it less dangerous, and then put it away.

This thing contains a special kind of active sword energy, which is priceless, but if he were to refine it directly, Qin Ming would feel like he was being devoured.

Most importantly, he believed that the essence nurtured by other people's swords was far less meaningful than the sacred sword essence born from his own flesh and blood. The latter was bound to be the most suitable for him and might be able to control all kinds of sword spirits.

However, even if he doesn't use this sword technique himself, it's worth keeping it, as it might be used to cultivate a master swordsman.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye; after all, this was a battlefield, and he couldn't afford to be distracted.

Qin Ming's gaze fell on the Grand Wizard, his killing intent undisguised, and he said, "It is because of you that I failed to obtain the Leaf of Immortality."

The great wizard Charon frowned. What did this have to do with him?

"You broke the tacit agreement by bringing people to hunt me down, forcing me to reluctantly stop exchanging you for the Longevity Leaf and retaliate in kind..." Qin Ming charged straight at them.

The great wizard's eyes immediately turned cold. This person was truly arrogant, having long regarded them as prey!

Before the Black Tower, a group of people were petrified, feeling as if the sky had collapsed. Just moments ago, that terrifying swordsman had actually killed a God Hunter, a Sword Master, and a Spirit Communicator.

The three masters were all legendary figures, each standing at the pinnacle of their respective fields, virtually invincible. Yet, when they joined forces, they were slain by a single individual.

"A swordsman with some unsolvable weaknesses." This was the deepest opinion many people from other realms had of that swordsman, but they couldn't say it out loud.

On the Jade Capital side, a group of spectators were extremely excited, especially the young sword cultivators, who practically worshipped the figure wielding the eight-colored sword aura in the arena.

"Like a god descending to earth!"

"Did you see that? The group of people under the Black Tower are like they've eaten a dead rat. They seem to be discussing how the ones who were killed were legendary figures from their side."

"With a single sword strike piercing through thirty-six heavens, the prestige of this name has risen once again with the battle against powerful figures from other realms!"

……

Qin Ming, bathed in sword light, swooped down towards the Great Wizard like a meteorite crashing into the earth.

Kalon's silver robes fluttered in the wind, his entire body surging with light particles. As a legendary figure, he had his own strong beliefs and refused to bow down on this alien battlefield.

As he chanted the incantation, chains of magic appeared in the night sky, one after another, crisscrossing and intertwining, looking like winding rivers of starlight.

“Weakness, decay, death!” he whispered, as if his words contained divine law, influencing the arrangement and distribution of spiritual matter and Daoist principles in the world.

His triple power of mantra swept over his opponent.

Qin Ming did feel uncomfortable; it was as if this world was draining his energy and spirit. As the glowing chains of magic fell, the problem became even more serious.

However, as a sword cultivator, what did he have to fear? He could simply cleave it in two with a single sword strike!
Zheng!
The Great Wizard's magic chains were partially severed by the Eight-Colored Sword Fiend. The sword light surged up, continuously cutting through the void, and the sword domain expanded, distorting the night sky and tearing apart the silver rune chains.

The great wizard roared, his magical power surging, and light particles filled the sky. He was indeed a terrifying person. After fighting with all his might here, he shattered the earth and broke through the stone cliffs. He was extremely powerful.

His ability to fight Qin Ming's Eight-Colored Sword Fiend is enough to prove his superior status in this field.

However, Caron himself did not think so. The strong-willed man refused to yield and launched a fierce attack with all his might, which can be called the most difficult battle he had experienced in the Third Realm.

He had a hunch that his opponent was likely a young man, not an old monster who had cultivated for hundreds of years like him.

When he considered this possibility, his mental field roared even more violently, with silver particles surging like tides, and he fought relentlessly, regardless of the cost.

With a soft thud, blood stained his shoulder, and an arm was severed at the shoulder and flew off.

Then, his chest was pierced by the eight-colored sword energy, and the dazzling sword energy gushed out, almost tearing half of his body apart.

He wanted to transform his physical body into a stream of silver particles to reconnect his severed arm, but he didn't get the chance. Qin Ming unleashed one sword aura after another, sealing him in place.

"To be able to fight me to this extent, you have every reason to be proud," Qin Ming said, and then unleashed the Eight-Colored Sword Aura, aiming it at his brow.

The great wizard Kalon's face darkened. Who dared to look down on him like that? Not even a god. It wasn't like he hadn't captured deities from other lands before.

There were special interwoven patterns between his eyebrows, and then a terrifying aura spread out, blocking the deadly sword light.

Qin Ming felt a sense of unease. That power seemed to surpass the third realm. This old guy was likely undergoing an illegal resurrection and was willing to use any means necessary.

He leaped back, briefly traversing the night sky on his sword, and arrived at a deathly place.

He chose this location after entering the ruins to guard against certain dangers.

Xinbang had informed him that parts of this cave-heaven ruin were dangerous, and this was one of them; he was prepared to drill through it at any time.

However, Qin Ming first tried to communicate with Newrank.

"You guys are very inconsiderate." In fact, Newrank intervened immediately and is currently communicating with Black Tower.

However, it encountered resistance; the Black Tower not only remained silent but also secretly prevented its intervention. The Newrank was gripped by a powerful emotional turmoil, as if it were filled with the indignation of a living being.

"Gold!" It no longer displayed words, but instead emitted a terrifying fluctuation, as if calling upon some being.

With a whoosh, people saw a golden list appear in the night sky, shrouded in a misty haze, completely blank, without any names.

The Black Tower trembled, revealing that the Jade Capital region indeed possessed profound resources; if it continued to intervene, it would face considerable difficulties.

"Kalon, give up," it whispered in a low voice.

Newrank responded with a tremor: "You think you can just give up like that? Those who illegally resumed operations should stay put!"

It immediately told Qin Ming that the problem was solved and that the person should be left behind.

Then, people witnessed a very strange scene.

The terrifying swordsman cleaved the great wizard in two, not giving Kalon a chance to transform into a stream of silver particles, and completely incinerated his flesh and blood, killing him on the spot.

In an instant, the great wizard reappeared, only to be met with a second round of attacks.

"This person is too powerful!" Many cultivators in Yujing showed surprise.

In front of the Black Tower, a group of people were also greatly shocked. The great wizard actually had such means that he could come back to life.

Only Kalon himself felt immense bitterness. His power beyond the third realm and his essence of flesh and blood were divided into several parts, and he was subjected to one slaughter after another here.

In the end, he was killed five times!

Inside the Black Tower, the true form of the great wizard Kalon shook violently, his face turning deathly pale. The essence of his flesh and blood and spiritual power that he had illegally sent into the battlefield had been completely obliterated, leaving him severely weakened.

Sword Sect only lost one sword seed of the third realm, while he lost five sword seeds in the process.

From deep within the tower, dozens of stories high, came a suppressed, painful, and angry roar.

“The old man suffered a great loss,” the true form of the God Hunter Lyraia muttered to herself.

……

Although the great wizard was "full of vitality" and miraculously resurrected several times, he still could not escape the fate of being killed in the end, which further showed people the extraordinary strength of the sword cultivator in the arena.

Before the Black Tower, a group of people fell completely silent. No one spoke for a long time. A total of five legendary figures were killed by the Sword Demon.

Even with five top experts joining forces, they were no match for a single opponent. What an awe-inspiring swordsman!
As Qin Ming left this desolate place, the ground beneath his feet was covered with sword marks. The hills and cliffs were half-collapsed, still bearing the heavy sword intent, most of which he had caused.

"What?! He's out?! Doesn't that mean the five senior experts... have completely failed?!"

When Qin Ming came out, some people saw him from afar and immediately turned pale.

"How is this possible? Those are the five legendary figures. Even when they joined forces, they were defeated and died. How could they not stop a single sword cultivator?" The people on the outer battlefield were incredulous.

Clearly, they also played a role; whenever people from Yujing approached this area, they would be lured away to prevent the hunting of sword cultivators from being discovered and disrupted.

Soon, the participants from the outer regions heard the news and all turned pale.

They kept fighting and retreating, because they were outnumbered. The stronger ones had gone to kill that terrifying swordsman, so their side had suffered heavy losses and many people had died.

Now that the five top masters above have been defeated by one person with a single sword, it is as if the sky has fallen and the earth has collapsed for them, which means that this great battle has ended prematurely!

Those who survived were still hoping for the powerful return of the Great Wizard and the Sword Master to lead them to a comeback, but instead they received this terrible news.

If these people on the outside battlefield hadn't been engaged in hit-and-run tactics, they would have been wiped out long ago.

Even so, it was fortunate that a mysterious golden-robed expert lured away the withered tree and the giant spirit, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable.

The man in the golden robe only made one move, but severely injured Tian Gang, one of the top ten experts in Yujing. After that, he wandered around various places, constantly luring powerful people to hunt him down, without actually fighting them.

"What? All five senior masters were defeated and killed by that sword cultivator?" The golden-robed man stopped abruptly upon hearing the black tower's voice transmission.

He had reached the edge of the ruins. The wind howled in the sea of ​​night mist, and the golden robe that had covered his head and face was blown open, revealing a young and handsome face. His long golden hair fluttered like golden flames dancing.

In front of the Black Tower, some people recognized him and immediately exclaimed in surprise.

"The saints... they've actually joined the battle too!"

Clearly, the blond man was of high status.

"Is he an old monster?" the blond youth asked.

Black Tower informed them: "The great wizard Kalon said he should be a young man."

“Then I’ll fight him!” the blond youth immediately declared.

Earlier, he wanted to challenge "One Sword" himself, but he was afraid that the opponent was an old monster who would be extremely dangerous if he suddenly revived. Therefore, in the end, five masters entered the arena to hunt him down.

Black Tower said, "Forget it. You don't have many people left. The situation is hopeless. There's no need to fight anymore."

It solemnly reminded that the sword cultivator should be of similar status to the blond young man, belonging to the saints of Yujing and considered one of the core successors.

The Black Tower is prepared to concede defeat and allow the survivors to withdraw.

"Although I have not fought those five senior elders, since this sword cultivator is a young saint like me, I have no fear and am willing to fight him!" The blond man was full of fighting spirit and strongly wanted to have a duel.

After Qin Ming entered the battlefield, he learned that Tianxian, Bodhi Saint, Chang Xi and others had all gained a lot, and that the defeated had happily used the Longevity Leaf to redeem their lives. He was immediately envious.

As the top-ranked player in the third realm, he hadn't even managed to touch a single leaf since the start of the chaotic battle, which he felt was a huge loss.

In fact, some people think he has gained too much. The psychic Cole's heart is bleeding. After losing the Pantheon Banner, which was surrounded by holy evil, he felt empty inside, as if he had chosen the wrong direction at the turning point of fate.

Before this, he hadn't paid much attention to the Banner of Ten Thousand Gods, since he couldn't refine it. But after truly losing it, he became clear-headed and felt that the thing was far more important than he had imagined.

Could it be a priceless treasure that has been covered in dust? He let his mind wander like this.

"Grand Wizard Charon isn't the biggest loser, I'm probably the biggest loser!" He spat out a mouthful of blood.

Inside the ruins of the cave, Qin Ming felt more and more that he had killed five powerful figures, yet he had become the biggest loser. After breaking out, he chased after people from other regions with bloodshot eyes.

Unfortunately, Kumu Youfengchun and Tianxian were more familiar with the terrain of this battlefield than he was, and could track down the enemy accurately and efficiently.

"Who dares to fight me?" Many people noticed that he had become extremely dangerous, seemingly turning into a sword maniac, bathed in colorful sword energy, traversing large areas of night fog.

He rampaged through the land, and no one dared to stop him.

After all, everyone in the outer realms knows that he must have killed five legendary beings to break through, so who would dare to fight him?

They would rather be like moths to a flame, rushing towards the location of the Giant Spirit God, Chang Xi, and Bodhi Saint than encounter the Sword Madman.

"Old Bodhi, Celestial Immortal, that was the opponent I discovered, and you just snatched him away like that?" Qin Ming said discontentedly.

"Hmm?" Qin Ming stopped. He noticed a blond young man standing at the edge of the battlefield, as still and silent as a statue in a temple.

"Stop, we concede." Black Tower sighed and spoke with Newrank, concluding that there was no need to continue this large-scale battle.

At the edge of the ruins, the blond youth's eyes shot out two golden lightning bolts the moment he saw Qin Ming, his hair fluttering backward in the gale.

A large amount of golden light rose from his body, making him glow like the sun. Then, a large number of mysterious symbols appeared in his flesh and blood and expanded outward.

The golden symbol shattered the night mist, and like the flames emitted by gods and demons, it condensed into the shape of a great sun, covering him within it.

Qin Ming was slightly surprised. The blond youth seemed somewhat dangerous, even stronger than the Great Wizard and the Sword Master. Could he be the foreigner who once reached the top and called himself the "Lord of Jade Capital"?
Since we've run into each other, let's take his sword first!
The blond man, like a young god or demon, stared coldly at them. As one of the core inheritors of the supreme lineage, he naturally had his own confidence and self-assurance.

Qin Ming didn't care about his identity at all. The terrifying sword energy with its dazzling colors merged into one, tearing through the dark night, and he slashed forward with his sword!
At the same time, the black tower in the sea of ​​night mist rang out: "The duel is over!"

I recommend a book called "The Mortal Immortal," a new work by Hama. Those who cultivate immortality are free from the worries of daily life, yet they cannot escape the greed, anger, infatuation, love, hatred, and grudges of the mortal world! (This paragraph is not included in the paid word count.)
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