From the Carp that Brings Children to the Celestial Officials

Chapter 279 The Charm of a Billion Swords
"His flying swords are almost used up!"

Everyone was thoroughly disgusted by You Ming's endless stream of flying swords.

These flying swords' relentless attacks are tantamount to simply throwing resources at people. No matter how powerful everyone's Dharma forms are, they can't withstand such a barrage of flying swords.

However, with the continuous consumption of resources, the number of flying swords surrounding You Ming has now decreased to less than five thousand.

Although this number is still quite exaggerated compared to other sword cultivators.

However, its deterrent effect has decreased significantly compared to the beginning.

Zhao Yingru's gaze sharpened, and she made the first move.

The enormous phoenix behind her emitted a clear cry, while the moonlight shone down from above, creating a canopy of radiance.

Although it exuded a chilling aura, countless flames rolled down from its wings.

She reached out and made a hand seal, and in an instant, countless rays of light, a fusion of ice and fire, shot out like flying feathers, bombarding You Ming's direction.

Next to make a move was Meng Xingyun.

Countless palace phantoms surrounded her figure, protecting her within them; her figure was half real and half illusory, hidden from view.

A long river, seemingly flowing from the past, surged forth, making her feel as if she were both here and there.

She extended a slender finger and touched You Ming's forehead.

Although it started later, it arrived first. Those jade-white fingers carried a hidden and destructive power, as if to drag people into nothingness.

Although it didn't have the same scale as Zhao Yingru, it was even more dangerous.

With a roar, the stone statue that He Yunlong had transformed into roared, and the mountains behind him rose and the waves crashed against the shore, as if it were the embodiment of an entire world, and strode toward You Ming.

"Your enemy is me!"

Not far away, Chen Xiujie laughed loudly. The fire giant he had transformed into suddenly flung the alchemy furnace on his back. Its terrifying size was as heavy as a mountain. It crashed heavily into He Yunlong's stone statue, instantly exploding into endless flames.

He Yunlong was instantly surrounded by endless streams of water, which collided with the flames and burst into thick smoke that almost blotted out the sky.

The fire giant reached out and grabbed the alchemy furnace back into his hand. Then he took a few big strides and rushed to He Yunlong's side, throwing a punch and a kick at him violently.

He Yunlong was not to be outdone. Although he was no match for Chen Xiujie in terms of martial arts, his stone statue, which combined the power of mountains and seas, was extremely mysterious and versatile.

The two were fighting in the blink of an eye.

Many other cultivators, who had been terrified by You Ming's flying swords before, now saw that he had few flying swords, so they also used their own Dharma forms, wanting to kick this monster out of the game together.

In an instant, the entire battlefield situation changed drastically, and Youming became the weaker party.

But just as You Ming was about to be overthrown by the crowd, everyone's pupils constricted.

"not good!"

Meng Xingyun was the first to notice that something was wrong.

Her figure shifted, and she was now less than three zhang away from You Ming. Three zhang is a distance that a cultivator wouldn't even need a fraction of a breath to cover.

But just as she was about to take another step forward, she sensed an incredibly dangerous force.

Then, she saw something that she found unbelievable.

Originally, You Ming only had a few thousand sparse flying swords around him, but now, as if by magic, these flying swords were constantly replicating and multiplying.

In the blink of an eye, it transformed back into ten thousand, fifty thousand, and one hundred thousand handles.

Densely packed, stretching across the sky.

"This...this is impossible!"

This scene was beyond everyone's comprehension; these flying swords were real and not illusions.

You Ming has already used up so many flying swords, how could he possibly still produce so many? But if these flying swords weren't prepared in advance, but rather generated out of thin air, that would be even more terrifying.

They had never even heard of such a method, which was close to creating something from nothing.

"Everyone, take another one of my moves."

You Ming raised his eyelids. He stood atop the boundless sword waves, with all the flying swords slowly revolving around him.

Each flying sword possesses a faint spiritual essence.

This greatly reduced the difficulty of You Ming controlling the flying swords; he only needed to give them simple attack commands.

These flying swords can perform various sword techniques, sword intents, and sword formations just like machines operating according to a predetermined program.

Even with just a simple combination, the power generated by such a massive number of flying swords is unimaginable.

"boom."

The instant Meng Xingyun approached, ten thousand flying swords roared towards her. Startled, she instantly shifted between reality and illusion.

The inheritance she received was an extremely powerful method of avoiding calamities. Although it might be slightly inferior in combat, it was the top priority for survival.

However, those ten thousand flying swords simultaneously released wisps of sword intent.

Under You Ming's urging, all the flying swords were launched with the attitude of "no return after one strike".

The fierce sword intents converged at one point, and each element cooperated and merged with the others, transforming into a towering sword intent.

With a single sword strike, one can sever yin and yang, illusion and reality, truth and falsehood.

This is the sword of a swordsman; no matter how it changes, I will strike with a single sword.

Meng Xingyun shifted between reality and illusion, but in the next instant, boundless sword intent intertwined and instantly engulfed him.

All those divine palaces and avenues for warding off calamities and disasters have turned to dust.

Then the remaining sword energy swept in, engulfing Zhao Yingru, who had unleashed her ice and fire power.

The seemingly powerful ice phoenix didn't even make a ripple.

"run!"

The other Dharma Aspect cultivators were already sharpening their knives, ready to take advantage of You Ming's weakness.

But seeing that he killed two of the twelve disciples of the Immortal Path in just two moves, many people couldn't help but feel terrified.

They unleashed their full power, but instead of fighting You Ming head-on, they turned and ran.

Each of them used every ounce of their strength just to get as far away from You Ming as possible.

But by then, it was too late.

The sky suddenly darkened, and the mirror stand trembled violently.

Beneath You Ming lay a sea of ​​flying swords, a scene of apocalypse.

Wherever Youming stood, ten thousand swords surged forth like a spring, as if the heavens and earth had breached their banks.

In an instant, 100,000 flying swords burst forth, whistling and roaring!
Each sword carries brilliance and sword intent, its momentum astonishing, yet it is as dense as rain, without a single one out of place, each following its own path, each returning to its own sharpness!

Sword light flashed across the sky, a chilling aura pierced the body, and the wind howled like the wailing of ghosts and gods!
They formed layers of sword curtains, like the scales of some enormous life form, one after another, covering the entire sky above the mirror platform. Even divine sense could not penetrate them, as if only this net of death covered the entire world!

The most terrifying thing is that the number of flying swords is still increasing, seemingly sealing off all the gaps.

Before these flying swords, cultivators were like ants, their Dharma forms as fragile as paper, about to be pierced by countless swords at any moment.

Faced with this scene, everyone felt disheartened and lost all will to fight.

(End of this chapter)