Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

Thousands of swords were aimed at Prince Jian, their sword energy soaring into the sky and shaking the mountains.

Xie Xiaoyi stood amidst ten thousand swords, surveying the world with disdain:

"You have an old sword that recognizes its master, but I have ten thousand swords from across the land as my weapons. Today, I will use all the swords of the martial world to meet your attack, Sword God!"

A glint flashed in Wang Zijian's eyes, and he held the Heaven-Opening Sword horizontally in front of his chest: "Ten thousand swords as weapons? What a bold move! It's a pity that there are too many swords, but they are useless."

As soon as the words were spoken, the person moved, simply taking a step forward.

With feet landing on the summit of Nanshan Mountain, one has already stepped into the vast emptiness between the two mountains.

He held the Heaven-Opening Sword in his hand and thrust it forward.

The movements were simple and slow, like an old farmer hoeing the ground, but with that one pass, the world suddenly lost its color!

boom--

A line of ink extended from the tip of the Heaven-Opening Sword.

It started out extremely thin, then suddenly expanded, transforming into a pitch-black crack that stretched across the heavens and the earth!

Where the crack passed, space silently vanished, revealing the profound nothingness behind it.

Everyone was shocked!

"Such powerful sword energy... I can't fathom the depth of this cultivation level at all!"

Hua Youwu shook his head and sighed in admiration:

"That's not sword energy, it's the severing of laws, the ultimate manifestation of the true meaning of 'slash'."

Xie Daoyun, who was standing to the side, nodded after hearing this: "A hundred years ago, he used this sword to sever the body of the Ancestral Dragon."

It seems that today, he will use this technique to sever Xie's connection with the myriad swords.

Prince Jian uttered a low shout: "This sword is named—Slaying Cause."

Xie Xiaoyi felt a jolt run through his body.

He felt his connection with the thousands of swords behind him being "severed" by that black line!

If that's the case, the sword is no longer a sword, but a piece of unclaimed iron.

"Sever my sword connection? Wishful thinking!" Xie Xiaoyi roared, his sword fingers pointing down fiercely.

"go--"

Behind them, a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​swords, like an army charging forward, resonated in unison.

On the outermost layer, three thousand ordinary iron longswords shot out first, transforming into the first wave of silver raging waves, crashing into the dark crack.

Ding ding ding ding——!

The rain was as dense as a torrential downpour on banana leaves; any sword that touched the ink line shattered into iron slag instantly, failing to hinder it in the slightest.

However, with each broken handle, the ink lines would fade almost imperceptibly.

Immediately afterwards, a second wave of 1,800 refined steel swords crashed down once more!

Chi Chi Chi -!

The steel was also broken, but the ink line was noticeably interrupted, and the color was three parts lighter.

The third wave consisted of 720 famous swords from various schools, their sword energy chilling, intertwined into a net, and enveloped the crack!

This time, the clash of metal was deafening, the famous swords shattered, and even the ink lines were slightly distorted by the impact.

Three waves of impact, all in an instant.

Prince Jian looked surprised, and the Heaven-Opening Sword in his hand advanced another inch.

The ink line suddenly surged, advancing with even greater ferocity!

Xie Xiaoyi's eyes sharpened, and his sword finger changed again: "Combine!"

The remaining five thousand-odd longswords trembled violently upon hearing the command and then frantically converged towards the center.

Clang clang clang clang—!

The longswords overlapped and pressed together, and amidst the screeching friction and sparks flying, they were forcibly fused into one!

Each sword, as if molten iron were melting together, rapidly expanded in size.

In the blink of an eye, a giant sword a hundred feet long appeared out of nowhere!

"With this intent of ten thousand swords, I will pierce a single mark upon you!"

After saying that, Xie Xiaoyi's true energy erupted like a volcano, pouring into the hundred-foot-long giant sword.

The greatsword roared and slashed fiercely at the dark crack that had faded by more than half!

boom--!!!!

An indescribable roar exploded in the sky above Zijin Mountain.

At the center of the collision, a blinding blaze of sunlight, over a hundred feet in diameter, exploded out!

The light was so intense that it blinded countless spectators below, causing their eyes to sting.

Immediately following was a circular shockwave, visible to the naked eye, sweeping in all directions.

The ancient pines on the main peaks on the north and south sides were uprooted and pulverized after being lifted into the air.

Rocks collapsed like rain, rolling into the abyss with a thunderous roar.

Among the spectators, those with insufficient cultivation were pushed about by the shockwave, causing chaos in the scene.

The leaders and masters of various sects used their internal energy to defend themselves and protect their disciples, their eyes filled with horror.

"Such power from a mere probing attack?!"

"This is... a battle between beings at the Unity of Heaven and Man realm?"

After a long while, the light gradually faded and the aftershocks subsided. Everyone hurriedly looked up at the sky and saw that the dark crack had disappeared.

Xie Xiaoyi's hundred-foot-long giant sword, with half of its tip broken and its body covered in cracks, still hung majestically in the air.

The prince stood in the void, his blue robes untouched by dust, the Heaven-Opening Sword in his hand unmoved.

He raised his eyes, looked at the broken giant sword, and nodded slightly: "It embodies the intent of ten thousand swords and gathers the thoughts of all living beings. Your sword is quite interesting."

"But," he changed the subject, gently raising the Heaven-Opening Sword, its tip pointing at Xie Xiaoyi, "a sword is valued for its quality, not its quantity. A mind is valued for its purity, not its complexity."

"Next, the second sword."

Wang Zijian said no more. He loosened his grip on the sword, then gently clenched it again.

With just a simple movement, the "momentum" of the world changed.

The wind, once again flowing, no longer came from all directions, but instead collapsed inwards around him.

The clouds gathered wildly, forming a huge, slowly rotating vortex above his head.

An indescribable "suction force" emanated from him, as if absorbing the "sharpness" of this world!

On this side, Guihai Qianfeng, the sect leader of the Hanhai Sword Sect, stared solemnly at the astonishing sword intent and said in a deep voice:

"The Sword God's foundation is indeed terrifying. This level of swordsmanship is beyond human reach. I wonder if Xie Xiaoyi can withstand it this time?"

On the other side, Ba Dao turned to look at Yue Qinghan beside him, his tone tinged with lingering fear:

"Fortunately, he was afraid of Xie Lingyun back then and didn't really try to kill Xie Xiaoyi. Look, he can even withstand the first sword strike of the Sword God."

This sword intent was already profound; if I had acted rashly back then, I would have surely died.

Yue Qinghan looked at Xie Xiaoyi in mid-air and remained silent.

She had already learned from the two useless people, Dong Wuhua Nongying and Xi Yao Ye Wanniang, that Ning Yangzi had already followed Xie Xiaoyi.

She hates Ning Yangzi.

Why did she get the handsome Xie Xiaoyi, while she could only rely on the burly man Ba ​​Dao next to her?

Thinking of this, Yue Qinghan felt a pang of jealousy and resentment, wishing that Wang Zijian would kill Xie Xiaoyi with a single sword stroke.

If you can't get the man yourself, no one else can.

At this moment, within the area of ​​the summit of Zijin Mountain, the energy of heaven and earth surged, like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea, and was absorbed by the Heaven-Opening Heavy Sword in Prince Jian's hand.

The sword began to glow.

At the blade's edge, the space itself could not withstand its sharpness and collapsed on its own, spontaneously revealing black cracks.

"This sword is named 'Creator of Heaven,' and it's more than just a name."

Wang Zijian's voice was calm, yet carried a sense of vicissitude, as if he were looking back on the past:

"In the past, I used this sword to cleave open a gap in the world of a small realm."

Today, I will use this "will of creation" to test the mettle of you, this "new dragon."

"This technique is called 'Clearance and Turbidity'."

Having said that, he swung his sword across the sky, slashing down at Xie Xiaoyi and the hundred-foot-long giant sword.

bang——

A sword aura slashed out, splitting the sky into two layers.

The upper layer is clear, while the lower layer is murky, as if we have returned to the moment when heaven and earth were first created and the clear and the murky were first separated.