The Wind-Controlling Swordsmanship from Under One Person

Chapter 145: Brilliant Thunder, the Road to Heaven
The sky was dyed white by brilliant thunder, and the roar was endless.

Brilliant thunderbolts poured down from the sky one after another, like thunderbolts from heaven. The overwhelming power seemed to annihilate all the evil spirits in the world.

The earth trembled and the space shook.

The mountain collapsed and the soil and rocks turned into dust and flew everywhere.

At this moment, as far as the eye can see, the entire battlefield area is completely covered by falling lightning, and Qin Ye is naturally submerged in the sea of ​​thunder on the spot.

This is not a question of whether one can dodge it or not, but rather a question of whether the body can survive under this devastating sea of ​​thunder.

Such a horrifying scene shocked everyone.

All along, they only knew that the old Taoist priest was an expert with extremely strong power.

But no one knows how powerful it is.

In other words, no one can force the old master to display his full strength.

But today, they saw it.

Before they saw it, they were like "a frog in a well looking up at the moon", but after they saw it, they were like "a mayfly finding it difficult to see the blue sky".

The more you know, the more fear you have.

Such terrifying strength is completely not on the same level as them.

One is in the mantle and the other is in the atmosphere.

One refines Qi, the other cultivates immortality.

There's no comparison at all.

They originally thought that Qin Ye was already strong enough, and even if everyone present joined forces, they would probably find it difficult to compete with him. Although they were unwilling to accept it, they had to admit this fact.

The new generation replaces the old generation as the Yangtze River's new generation pushes the old generation out. The old Taoist priest may be defeated this time.

But who knew that the old master was just playing around before and didn't put in any effort at all, but once he got serious, the situation turned around in an instant.

A top-notch name, well-deserved!
However, just when everyone thought that Qin Ye must have been blown to pieces by the thunder, a flash of fire appeared in the sea of ​​thunder that could not be extinguished no matter how raging the thunder was.

Immediately afterwards, amidst the horrified gazes of the crowd, a god-like flaming giant stood up, holding up the heavenly thunder.

Although only the upper body of the fire giant was visible, it was still as tall as five or six feet, standing in front of everyone like a mountain, and the feeling of oppression went straight to their hearts.

"Oh my god! Am I dazzled? What is this!?"

"Damn it, are these two really still human?! Thunder magic into the sea is fine, but can anyone tell me what kind of martial arts this Flame Giant uses? I'll learn it even if I die!"

"No, no, this isn't a technique. Dao Yan is a messenger sent by the gods to destroy the human world! Yes, a messenger. Hahahaha~~ Destroy it!"

"Old Heavenly Master Qin, you're at the peak of the second level, so what if you're at the third level?"

Lu Jin stared intently at the fire giant in the sea of ​​thunder with deep eyes, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

The confidence gained from reaching the second level peak was ground into smaller pieces than chili powder after the fight between these two people.

Everyone was shocked, one wave after another.

Some people are even close to insanity.

The ups and downs have made it impossible for them to guess who will win in the end. They dare not make any more guesses, for fear that both sides may come up with some shocking tricks.

It is unknown whether the old Taoist priest has any backup plan, but the Flame Soul Dharma Image is Qin Ye’s strongest means at present.

Although the thunderstorms were fierce, they were unable to suppress the backbone of the Flame Soul Dharma Image. The falling lightning struck its body like a missile exploding in magma, splashing sparks and energy overflowing and dissipating every second.

It could originally be open for more than ten minutes, but if it continues like this, the time will be reduced by half.

So, we have to fight quickly and decisively.

Suddenly, deep red flames surged and burned, condensing into a flaming sword.

"Old Heavenly Master, if you can withstand my next attack, you win!"

Zhang Zhiwei's eyes were deep and his expression was solemn. Since he started practicing, he had never been so focused.

The other party's various methods were beyond his imagination.

He stopped waving his hands, and the sea of ​​thunder in the sky stopped instantly, and the roar in the sky gradually disappeared.

Then, he formed a sword finger in his right hand and slowly raised it.

Above his head, strange changes occurred again, and countless thunders roared again, but this time they did not fall down. Instead, they condensed together and formed a bright white light in the void as dazzling as the sun.

Endless thunders gathered together and turned into a brilliant white thunder sword hanging in the sky!
The extremely terrifying pressure emanating from it can still penetrate into the bone marrow and soul even from a great distance.

Both sides are making their final blow, and victory or defeat depends on this one move.

Everyone held their breath, not daring to make a sound. The atmosphere was so oppressive that it felt like falling into an abyss, making people feel like their souls were about to leave their bodies.

In an instant, the situation changed drastically.

The flames around the Flame Soul Dharma Image surged up, carrying with it the might to burn the sky condensed from all the flames, and it rushed up violently. The flaming sword in its hand brought out a huge streak of flames, sweeping across the world, dyeing the horizon a dark red, and slashed fiercely!

At the same time, the huge thunder sword hanging high in the air, wrapped in the magnificent power of heaven, accompanied by a sharp and piercing whistling sound, fell down like a meteor and arrived in an instant.

In an instant, the dim fire and the blazing thunder intertwined between heaven and earth, and time and space seemed to freeze at this moment.

Then, boom--

The thunder is like an angry dragon, piercing through the sky, and the fire is like an evil beast, burning all over the earth.

All the energy exploded violently at this moment, a deafening roar resounded through the sky, the dazzling light like a nuclear explosion was like the sun, so bright that it was difficult for everyone to open their eyes, and the violent energy shock was like a surging wave, sweeping madly in all directions.

instantly!

The space trembled and the mountains collapsed.

The violent collision of thunder and fire, with the power to destroy the world, invaded the entire mountain like a raging wave.

Everyone around was affected, either injured or killed.

In this confrontation, those with weak strength are not even qualified to watch and can only stay away from it.

a long time.

The rumbling of heaven and earth finally subsided, and the dust of war gradually dissipated.

Looking closely, the battlefield had already become a tragic ruin. Most of the surrounding mountains had collapsed, and the scene was full of rubble and devastation.

Countless wailing sounds intertwined with the sounds of search and rescue, as if this place was the aftermath of a war that had been devastated by a nuclear bomb.

Let’s look at the outbreak core.

Zhang Zhiwei collapsed on the ground, his clothes torn, his whole body charred, and emitting wisps of green smoke.

But occasionally, wisps of gold flashed by, indicating that he still had a breath left, and his life was not over. On the other side, the once majestic fire giant was now like the shattered mountains around it, with only scattered flames remaining, swaying and burning in the wind.

In the dancing flames, Qin Ye was half-kneeling on the ground with his upper body exposed, his hair standing on end, his chest rising and falling violently, and his breath weak and fading.

Although his condition was not perfect, compared to Zhang Zhiwei's serious injury, he could at least still hold on and retain the strength to move.

In this final confrontation, the winner is clear at a glance.

All the surviving people looked at this scene, feeling shocked and unbelievable.

The old Taoist priest who has been at the top for a hundred years has lost!

After a moment's pause, Qin Ye slowly stood up under the horrified gaze of everyone, caught the flying long sword, and walked towards Zhang Zhiwei step by step.

Obviously, he wanted to finish off the opponent.

At this moment, no one dared to stop him.

Lu Jin, the only one who had the courage to do this, was currently searching for his grandson Lu Lin in the ruins.

As for Lu Linglong, she was protected under him the moment the thunder and fire erupted.

However, at this extremely tense moment, something strange happened again.

Suddenly, a fat ball appeared on the field, right under Qin Ye's feet.

Looking closely, it was a human pig with all four limbs cut off!

Ruan Feng actually woke up at this time.

He woke up at the wrong time, because Qin Ye had no intention of knocking him out and putting him into the devouring bag.

The knife flashed, Ruan Feng's head rolled off, and he died.

The Six Treasury Immortal Thief is not a master after all. Without his head, he has no chance of survival.

Actually, it's a relief.

Soon, another strange change occurred.

The moment after Ruan Feng died, the sky and the earth suddenly changed color, and the sound of roaring and shaking spread throughout the world, as if the God who had been sleeping for a long time suddenly woke up and stretched his body comfortably.

At this moment, the world seemed to have shed its shackles and become clear.

This is not the clarity seen with the naked eye, it is a feeling, a feeling that strikes the soul directly, hammering heavily on everyone's heart.

"Fuck you, what's wrong? Are you coming again?!"

"What's going on in this world?"

"Oh my god, today really opened my eyes! What's wrong with this world!?"

"Save people first, don't worry about it!"

Everyone was shocked and confused.

In this world, Qin Ye is the only one who knows what happened!
[The world's favor has reached 90%↑ and continues to rise. 100% will leave this world. ]

[World Rune Domination, reaching the state of fusion - fusion in progress]

[Rune energy is injected and fed back, the world's will awakens, and this world's 'Road to Heaven' is now open. Anyone who is qualified may ascend the steps.]

[The recorder is an outsider. This world has no cause and effect. Do not attempt to ascend the stairs!]

As the last line of prompts disappeared, Qin Ye felt that in the surrounding world, strands of energy that were invisible to the naked eye were slowly merging into his body.

It was as if the world was giving me gifts, my body was recovering, and my strength was slowly increasing.

At the same time, the world's favor is also slowly increasing automatically, 90.01% 90.02% 90.03%
It turns out that he is just a passer-by in this world.
Qin Ye was a little dazed, a little confused, a little worried, and a little excited at this moment.

"Holy crap, look, what is that!"

A startled cry was heard, and everyone looked up in the direction of the speaker's finger. They all stood there in a daze, too busy to care about saving people.

At the top of the sky, there appeared a magnificent golden staircase that seemed to lead to the fairyland.

There was a lot of noise and uproar.

Qin Ye also stared at the stairs, thinking that this must be the so-called "road to heaven".

At this time, as if being pulled by an invisible silk thread, Zhang Zhiwei slowly floated up, his whole body covered with golden light.

With the help of an unknown force, his body recovered as quickly as a dead tree coming back to life in spring.

Zhang Zhiwei looked up at the golden stairs above the sky. There was a calling from the unknown, guiding him to embark on this "road to heaven"!
At this moment, it seems that nothing matters anymore.

He forgot all about revenge for his disciple and the company's request. He couldn't even take his eyes off Qin Ye.

The latter also wanted to see what he would do and did not intercept him.

Now, Zhang Zhiwei has only one thought in his mind.

Climb the steps!

He took a slow and heavy step forward, each step seemed to have a thousand pounds of force, causing the ground to crack.

Under everyone's astonished gaze, he stepped on the invisible air, climbing higher with each step. The void under his feet rippled with golden light, as if the stairs of the sky were welcoming him.

Zhang Zhiwei took a total of eight steps, no more, no less, but these steps were no different from standing still for the stairs hanging high in the sky.

However, at the moment he took his last step, his entire body appeared directly on the golden staircase hanging high in the sky.

Nine steps, climb the stairs.

Zhang Zhiwei looked back, his eyes filled with indescribable meaning.

Then, he no longer lingered, turned around and climbed up the stairs step by step, and finally disappeared at the end of the sky.

Silence, deathly silence.

After a long while, Feng Zhenghao took off his glasses, wiped the dust off his face, his chest heaving, and said in a trembling voice:

"Old Heavenly Master, has he become an immortal?"

No one answered, because no one knew what was beyond the stairs.

Qin Ye didn't know either, but he had a feeling that it was not the path to becoming an immortal, but a passage leading to outside this world.

This sounds contradictory, but it is not.

Perhaps, the two will meet again.

(End of this chapter)