Chapter 363 – Challenging Mount Shu's Three Extremes Sword (Four)

Jian Jiming: “Youngster, I must admit you are indeed strong. But if you think this alone is enough to defeat me, you’ll need to train for another three to five years!”

As soon as the words fell, Jian Jiming abruptly thrust his sword forward.

This strike could truly be called a stroke of genius, clearly timed for the moment when Ye Kuang’s old strength had faded and new strength had yet to emerge—the timing was perfectly grasped.

Seeing the sword coming, Ye Kuang obviously dared not face its sharp edge directly. He could only tilt his head to avoid the piercing aura.

It was only at this moment that he realized this person was at least at the Dao Inquiry Peak. Not only were his sword techniques cunning, but they were also utterly unpredictable.

“You’re not bad either, extremely skilled with the sword. Try taking another palm from me!”

Riding Six Dragons!

Roar! Roar! Roar!

No sooner said than done.

In the blink of an eye, Jian Jiming swiftly retracted his sword to block, narrowly defending against the massive force. However, the heavy impact bent the blade, sending both him and his sword flying backward.

This scene thoroughly startled Jian Wuya and Jian Yinyang, who had been watching intently from the side.

“This is… the Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms!”

“The rumors are indeed true. How does that kid deserve such power?”

At that moment, Ye Kuang suddenly dashed forward, dragging his heavy sword and scattering sparks along the way.

His speed was like lightning, swift as a thunderbolt.

“Mount Shu Sword, weighs a thousand jun.”

“The same move won’t work on me. Take this sword!!”

Clang!

The clashing of metal rang out incessantly, followed by inexplicable vibrations.

Ye Kuang could hardly conceal the trembling in his palm. He forcibly swallowed the blood rising in his throat, his crimson eyes fixed unblinkingly on his opponent. Then, he swung his sword down overhead once more!

In an instant, Jian Jiming could only focus on defending.

Witnessing Ye Kuang’s relentless strikes, even someone as powerful as Jian Jiming met them with a cold, sharp gaze.

Swoosh!

Just as Ye Kuang intended to repeat his tactic and deliver another downward slash, he was suddenly startled by a flash of sword light, breaking out in a cold sweat.

Jian Jiming had unexpectedly taken an unorthodox approach, aiming directly for Ye Kuang’s head.

It was both fast and ruthless.

Ye Kuang countered by sweeping his sword horizontally. Although he blocked the strike aimed at his face, a palm strike landed squarely on his chest.

Thump!

Instantly, Ye Kuang’s momentum plummeted. He staggered back several steps, then cast a deep glance at his opponent.

At this moment, Jian Jiming slowly exhaled a turbid breath and said coldly, “Your heavy sword may enhance its destructive power, but it lacks any essence of sword artistry. Tell me, how could you possibly be a match for me!”

As he spoke, Jian Jiming suddenly added, “Didn’t you say the same move wouldn’t work on you? Very well, let me show you what makes the Mount Shu Sword Technique truly unique!”

Hearing this, Ye Kuang’s expression turned sharply solemn.

Little did he know, this was precisely the moment he had been waiting for.

A breeze brushed past everyone’s cheeks, and a cold gleam suddenly flashed.

Jian Jiming leveled his sword before his chest and declared clearly, “The Mount Shu Sword originally had no form. It was through the accumulation of swordsmen that a legitimate sword art was formed. This technique is called…”

“Sword Control Art!”

Swoosh!

Bang!

In the blink of an eye—swifter than a white steed flashing past a crack, imperceptible to the naked eye—a collision echoed mid-air.

Ye Kuang felt an immense force assaulting him, his palm trembling slightly. His entire demeanor instantly turned grave.

“Sword Control Art? Excellent! Then let this youngster test its power!”As he spoke, his entire body swelled slightly like coiling dragons—clearly, the Myriad Tribulations Second Level had manifested upon him.

Jian Jiming sneered, “You truly have no regard for your own life!”

Soaring through the skies, he rode his sword in a swift charge!

If the previous strike had been a probe, this sword move was undoubtedly a true killing technique.

A cold glint quietly flashed in Ye Kuang’s eyes, prompting a wild laugh as he extended his hand, his heavy sword tracing a starry arc through the air.

Clang!

As the heavy sword and the cold gleam narrowly missed each other, a deafening metallic roar erupted.

At that moment, though Ye Kuang found it somewhat unbelievable, he couldn’t deny the fact that he had deflected his opponent’s strike with sheer speed and power.

However…

Jian Jiming seemed to have anticipated that this sword strike would hardly pose a threat to Ye Kuang. He swiftly turned and launched another attack.

Like swirling leaves in a gale, his sword rode the wind and thunder!

Clang!

Ye Kuang gripped his sword with both hands, positioning it horizontally across his waist, visibly shaken by the tremor in his palms.

Even his feet moved rapidly, and in an instant, he shifted sideways more than ten meters away.

As if predicting this move, Jian Jiming’s feet tapped lightly, and his figure suddenly spread like a great roc taking flight, his sword descending as if spanning the horizon!

A rainbow piercing the sun, his sword stirred the awakening of spring!

In that fleeting moment, the intricate sword technique resembled a mirage, dispersing into nothingness before transforming into several dazzling Sword Lights, each radiating a sharp, brilliant glow.

Ye Kuang abruptly raised his head, his sword appearing deceptively ordinary yet shimmering with an increasingly cold gleam.

Suddenly, he exhaled a three-foot-long plume of green smoke, which surged forth like a raging ocean current.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

In an instant, the air was filled with a web of crisscrossing Sword Lights, forming layer upon layer of a sharp, impenetrable barrier.

Yet, to Jian Jiming, this barrier seemed utterly illusory.

It soon became apparent that Jian Jiming’s sword deftly deflected the Heavy Edge, precisely avoiding its sharpness before circling back to merge three strikes into one, thrusting straight for the vital point.

Roar, roar, roar!

In the blink of an eye,

Ye Kuang’s eyes turned into a crimson sea, and his chest seemed to roar with the force of endless ocean currents.

His left hand shot forward fiercely, as if carrying countless explosive bursts of energy, unleashing them in rapid succession.

At that moment, Jian Jiming’s sword thrust straight forward but was abruptly halted by an invisible wall of energy.

“Oh? Such profound Internal Energy? Break for me!” Jian Jiming shouted sharply.

A sword bearing immense force, cleaving through bamboo with unstoppable momentum!

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

Instantly, Ye Kuang’s eyes flickered open and shut, as if completely disregarding the approaching sword tip. Instead, with crimson pupils blazing in fury, he roared inwardly, “Jade Void Creation, Devour Heaven and Earth!”

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

In the blink of an eye, a layer of electric light silently surged forth.

By the time Jian Jiming noticed, he was utterly horrified.

Then, a circle of white radiance burst forth from Jian Jiming’s entire body, and he unleashed a swift Sword Light against the immense suction force ahead.

Swoosh!

Drip, drip, drip.

At this moment, Ye Kuang’s eyes widened in shock as he stared at the countless drops of crimson slowly falling to the ground. His entire being resembled a frenzied tiger as he roared, “You’re seeking death!”

Roar, roar, roar!

As his voice thundered through the air, the entire cliffside echoed with the howl of violent thunder.

Myriad Tribulations Undying, Earth-Shattering Shock!

One punch!

Just one punch!

Ye Kuang’s fist force abruptly expanded and exploded, viciously crashing against the edge of a sword.

Boom!

The scene that unfolded was something the Three Sword Gods had never witnessed in their entire lives.It was evident that Ye Kuang’s endless stream of techniques could be described as unprecedented and unseen by all.

Despite being as formidable as Jian Jiming, even he was sent flying backward by this sheer force, crossing the midpoint of the air, unable to suppress the spray of blood from his mouth.

At the same time, Ye Kuang could not stem the continuous flow of blood from his nose and mouth.

This must be attributed to his earlier carelessness, which led him to fall into a trap—his chest had been slashed by a flash of Sword Light!

It could be said that in terms of swordsmanship alone, Ye Kuang was actually at a disadvantage. However, when it came to strength and defense, even three Jian Jimings combined would have to bow in submission.