Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 518 - 293 Yin God

Chapter 518: 293 Yin God

Fang Zhixing didn’t pay any attention to the high-rise buildings that seemed as flimsy as paper.

His gaze was fixed on the sword hovering above Yan Jingfeng’s head.

It was as if an invisible giant hand firmly grasped the splendid long sword.

"Oh, Sword Control?!"

Fang Zhixing was startled, then he had an epiphany, exclaiming, "So you are a Longevity Species of Taoism!"

Taoists cultivate Yang Divine, control swords to fly, beheading enemies from thousands of miles away.

"Hehe, I indeed cultivated Yang Divine, but there are as many people cultivating it as carps crossing the river, and not all of them necessarily come from Taoism," Yan Jingfeng said with unruffled calm as he loosened his collar and lifted his wide robe.

Inside the robe were many pockets, glinting with Cold Light!

In the pockets were tiny swords, not even as long as a hand.

"Guess how many swords I brought!"

Yan Jingfeng was buoyant, giving his robe a shake.

In an instant, whoosh whoosh whoosh!

The small swords leaped into the air and grew in the wind.

In just the blink of an eye, the tiny swords all transformed into broadswords over three meters long, with a robust aura and razor-sharp Sword Gang.

All the broadswords hovered in the air above Yan Jingfeng’s head, like stars embellishing the sky.

The broadswords shone brilliantly, their Sword Qi pierced the sky, humming as they Zhengming.

They moved ceaselessly, now arranging themselves into a circle, now scattering in disarray.

The terrifying aura of the swords spread widely, merely the oppressive feeling causing the twenty-story concrete building beneath to shake uncontrollably.

"Thirty-six Flying Swords!"

Yan Jingfeng spread his arms, pride undisguised on his face as he beckoned, "Come on then, I haven’t lost under the light."

A corner of Fang Zhixing’s mouth curved up, his eyes deepened, and the strong will to fight seemed to burst forth like flames.

He stomped his foot, the rooftop collapsed with a bang, and he shot out in an instant.

"Hmm, admirable courage!"

Seeing Fang Zhixing head straight for him, Yan Jingfeng nodded repeatedly and chuckled, "First, take these six Flying Swords."

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Six trails of light, like arrows leaving the bowstring, shot out, forming a dragon.

Fang Zhixing grasped the Myriad People Blade tightly, placing it horizontally in front of him, chopping left and cutting right, his blade creating a tidal shadow.

Clang clang clang~

Sparks flew in all directions!

The Myriad People Blade fiercely collided with the Flying Swords, repelling each one as they came.

All six Flying Swords were knocked away, failing in their attack.

"Oh?"

Yan Jingfeng’s expression changed slightly, and he laughed slyly, "It seems I need to increase the intensity."

Twelve broadswords dashed forward, no longer forming a single-file dragon but advancing in a crisscrossed and chaotic manner.

Fang Zhixing advanced instead of retreating, brandishing his blade violently, the thick blade shadows forming an airtight defense, impervious to water, shaping an umbrella-like protective shield in front of him.

Clang clang clang...

A barrage of Flying Swords followed one after another, striking the Sword a dozen times amidst the flash of lightning.

Fang Zhixing remained steady and calm, using unchanging tactics to counter every variation, his Myriad People Blade unrivaled as he fended off the twelve attacking Flying Swords.

"..."

Yan Jingfeng fell silent, his brow slightly furrowed, a serious expression spreading across his face.

All at once!

Twenty-four Flying Swords burst forth together.

This time, the trajectory of the Flying Swords was even more chaotic, and their range of activity had expanded, even wrapping behind Fang Zhixing, launching surprise attacks from behind.

All at once, Flying Swords were coming from all directions!

The angle of attack was becoming more bizarre and unpredictable.

The intensity of the attacks also increased with the number of Flying Swords.

No doubt, when all thirty-six Flying Swords were unleashed, it would be Yan Jingfeng’s strongest move.

Fang Zhixing also exerted more effort with his blade, forming a spherical shadow all around for defense.

The blades and swords crossed, creating a magnificent and brilliant radiance!

From beginning to end, Fang Zhixing’s expression didn’t change as he withstood wave after wave of Flying Swords.

After a standstill...

Yan Jingfeng’s lips tightened, a look of surprise and shock emerging on his face.

"Good good good!"

"I thought you were just a half-baked outsider with mixed blood, but it turns out you’re..."

He ultimately didn’t say the words "pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger."

But the thirty-six Flying Swords flew majestically forth, carrying a wave of frustrated fury.

"The big one’s coming!"

Fang Zhixing narrowed his eyes slightly, his blood boiling.

He suddenly chopped at the ground, creating a large hole and dived in.

"Huh???"

Yan Jingfeng’s vision blurred for a moment, suddenly losing sight of Fang Zhixing.

He immediately released his Divine Soul Perception to search for Fang Zhixing’s whereabouts.

That’s when he discovered that Fang Zhixing was breaking through floors on his way down towards the ground.

"Hmph, how foolish!"

Yan Jingfeng sneered, commanding the thirty-six Flying Swords with a wave of his hand, striking the high-rise repeatedly.

The might of the swords was majestic, unparalleled!

In just a few moments, the solid high-rise started to disintegrate and collapse, utterly defenseless.

A figure rushed out of the building at high speed, dashing over the rubble; it was none other than Fang Zhixing.

"Do you think you can hide?"

Yan Jingfeng lightly tapped his toes, jumping down, the Flying Swords leading the way with the man following.

As soon as he neared Fang Zhixing, the Flying Swords would ruthlessly stab toward him.

Fang Zhixing moved and fought simultaneously, preventing himself from being encircled by the dense array of Flying Swords.

He darted between high-rises, sometimes landing on the ground, sometimes leaping onto the top of a ten-story building.

Yan Jingfeng grew increasingly impatient, unleashing the Flying Swords to penetrate everything recklessly, destroying in all directions.

High-rises collapsed thunderously, like a domino effect.

In just a short while, an entire city block was leveled, a scene of total devastation.

The longer they fought, the heavier their hands became, and they gradually started fighting in earnest.

"Chii jie~"

Suddenly, a strange howl came from afar.

Fang Zhixing and Yan Jingfeng both stopped and looked towards the distance.

Beyond the city was a vast ocean, not blue but nearly black, dirty and unkempt.

At that moment, many monsters were crawling out of the sea, resembling marine fish in variety and complexity, large and small in size.