Wang Yu
Chapter 337 The Extreme Mountain Reappears
These flying swords, along with the previous four, gathered before him. Enshrouded in azure light, they transformed in the blink of an eye into seventy-two Green Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords. With a flicker, they conjured thousands of identical azure sword energies, like a vast river of swords, engulfing the three individuals as they hurtled forward.
Wherever they passed, the void was cleaved open, illuminated by a brilliant azure light!
Instantly, sword cries resonated in unison, the void trembled, creating a scene of astonishing momentum!
Seeing Han Li launch such a swift and fierce offensive, the two black-clad guards couldn't help but change their expressions. However, the elegantly dressed youth sneered. With a wave of his hand, he retrieved the black hammer into his sleeve. In his other hand, a silver bell appeared, which he gently shook.
The surface of the bell glowed with spiritual patterns, emitting a crisp sound!
Immediately following, ripples of faint silver light surged out from the bell, sweeping across the space and instantly covering most of the area in front, forming a sea of waves.
As soon as the azure sword energy river crashed into the silver wave sea, it was engulfed by the light waves, twisting and deforming as if trapped in a swamp. Then, it silently disintegrated. The seemingly terrifying sword energy was effortlessly neutralized.
Only the seventy-two original flying swords remained, spinning erratically in the silver wave sea, as if lost and unable to find their bearings.
Han Li, witnessing this scene, remained expressionless and changed his hand seals.
Thunder rumbled suddenly!
The scattered seventy-two flying swords shone with golden lightning, unaffected by the light waves. Each sword had a strange pattern woven from golden arcs of electricity beneath it.
An eerie scene unfolded!
As the golden light of the patterns flashed, all the flying swords vanished into the silver wave sea.
Then, the void around the three men crackled with lightning. The seventy-two flying swords, wreathed in lightning, reappeared.
Thick, dazzling golden arcs of electricity emerged, connecting with each other and instantly forming a lightning array that enveloped the three.
This series of events happened in a flash. Before the elegantly dressed youth and his companions could react, they were already trapped within the lightning array.
A powerful binding force emanated from the array, causing their bodies to feel as if they were sinking into mud. The circulation of their immortal spiritual power became sluggish.
The stout and slender men showed expressions of alarm, and supported blue and black light shields, trying to break free from the array's restraints.
The elegantly dressed youth, however, remained motionless, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding Green Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords, lost in thought.
In the next moment, the seventy-two Green Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords shone brightly. Sword energies, several times thicker and brighter than before, emerged, accompanied by a sky full of golden lightning arcs, slashing down on the three of them with a deafening roar.
"Young Master!"
Seeing countless sword energies hurtling towards them while unable to break free, the stout and slender men cried out in unison, their hearts filled with anxiety.
The elegantly dressed youth let out a soft hum, seemingly unaffected by the lightning array. With a wave of his hand, a flash of a magic incantation vanished into the bell in his hand. He then vigorously shook the bell, and rings of silver light waves, several times denser than before, emerged and swept outwards, creating a silver wave area of dozens of feet in size.
The stout and slender men immediately felt a sense of relief, and the immortal spiritual power within their bodies resumed circulation. But the countless sword energies were already less than ten feet away from them.
At this moment, the youth opened his mouth and spat out a mass of gray light, which shot out and spun above the heads of the three.
A large amount of gray light emerged, enveloping their bodies.
In the next moment, countless sword energies mixed with golden lightning howled over, forming an enormous azure sphere of light, instantly engulfing the bodies of the three.
Within the sphere of light, sword light frenziedly cut and golden lightning flickered. The mountains and ground below, everything touched by the light, were reduced to dust.
Just then, a loud boom echoed!
Several hundred feet away from the sphere of light, Han Li floated there, his robes fluttering in the wind, holding an immortal essence stone in his hand, rapidly absorbing its immortal spiritual power.
Suddenly, his brow twitched slightly.
From somewhere within the azure sphere of light, a faint sound emerged. Then, a cloud of gray light broke through the raging azure sword energy, seemingly ignoring the surrounding golden lightning arcs, and shot out from within. After contracting in mid-air, it revealed the figures of the elegantly dressed youth and his two companions.
A gray hill floated above their heads, gently rotating and emitting a dense gray light that enveloped the three.
Aside from the stout and slender men, who looked a bit disheveled, the elegantly dressed youth was completely unharmed, not even a tear in his clothes. His eyes were fixed on Han Li.
Han Li's gaze shifted, landing on the gray hill. His expression was complex.
Although it looked a bit different than before, he instantly recognized it as the Meta-Essence Five Peaks Mountain, a treasure he had lost.
"Your Acquired Immortal Treasure is not bad, but the refining technique is too crude, and the five peaks are not pure enough. It took me a lot of effort to refine it to this point. Speaking of which, today is the first time I've used it. Let me, its original owner, taste its power." The elegantly dressed youth spoke casually and simply waved his hand.
The gray hill spun rapidly and instantly swelled, transforming into a gray giant peak. Its surface was covered in gray light, with countless mysterious spiritual patterns engraved upon it. With the shifting light, it crashed down on the azure sphere of light below.
Before the giant peak even arrived, a terrifying pressure had already descended, causing the azure sphere of light to ripple.
Han Li frowned slightly and made a hand seal.
The azure sphere of light flashed, and countless sword energies immediately converged inward, transforming in the blink of an eye into an azure sword lotus, with bowl-sized golden lightning arcs crackling on the surface of the petals.
The azure sword lotus spun rapidly, and an azure light as dazzling as the sun burst forth. Countless misty sword lights surged out, meeting the gray giant peak.
However, at this moment, a gray hazy glow rolled down from the bottom of the giant peak, meeting the azure sword lotus.
The golden lightning arcs on the surface of the sword lotus silently disappeared into the gray haze. The sword lotus then shattered inch by inch and collapsed, transforming back into seventy-two Green Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords, spinning erratically within the gray haze, the spiritual patterns on their surfaces flickering erratically.
Han Li frowned at this scene.
He naturally knew that the Meta-Essence Five Peaks Mountain had a restraining effect on lightning power, but he didn't expect that these seventy-two flying swords, which had greatly increased in power after absorbing so much sword essence and being fused with Hoarfrost Gold and other precious materials, would have their spirituality disrupted by the gray haze.
It seemed that after being re-refined by the other party, this treasure possessed some kind of incredible power.
While Han Li's mind was racing, his hands didn't stop for a moment. He abruptly made a hand seal and waved.
The seventy-two flying swords, which were not deeply trapped, shone brightly again. Azure threads appeared in a crisscrossing pattern, instantly clearing an area of the gray haze. Before the gray haze could re-converge, all the flying swords immediately shot downwards, flying back towards Han Li's location.
"You brat who flew up from the Lower Realm, you really have a lot of good things on you. This set of flying swords is also very good. I had my eye on it before. First, give it to me, Young Master." Seeing this, the elegantly dressed youth smiled faintly and made a hand seal.
Buzz!
All the gray runes on the surface of the gray peak bloomed, and rings of denser gray halos surged out from within, rippling downwards and instantly enveloping the seventy-two Green Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords that had not yet flown far away.
All the flying swords trembled violently, jumping about as if they were fish caught in a net.
Han Li's face changed slightly, and he frantically urged the hand seals in his hand.
However, this time, no matter how he urged them, the seventy-two flying swords seemed to be held back by something and could not be pulled away at all.
Seeing this, the elegantly dressed youth opened his mouth and spat out a stream of black light, which flashed into the gray peak.
Countless gray runes appeared in the gray halo emitted by the peak, condensing into gray threads, which wound towards the Green Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords, forming gray cocoons in the blink of an eye.
The vibrations of the Green Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords slowly weakened, and the gray halo stabilized again.
The elegantly dressed youth then opened his mouth again and spat out a slightly viscous black light mass, with countless black runes flashing inside, emitting a strange law fluctuation.
With a flash, the light mass split open, transforming into seventy-two black lights, which entered the Green Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords, and directly merged into them.
The sword energy and lightning on the Green Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords could not resist it at all, and a trace of blackness was revealed in the spiritual light on their surfaces.
Han Li saw the strangeness of the opponent's methods. He was surrounded by azure light and rushed towards the elegantly dressed youth.
Seeing this, the elegantly dressed youth was about to do something else, but the black-clad fat man next to him quickly said:
"Young Master, why bother to do it yourself with just a True Immortal late stage cultivator? Concentrate on taking that set of flying swords. Leave this person to the two of us."
Just now, they were bound by Han Li without making a move, which was a great loss of face. If they could not regain their previous composure, their status and situation in the future would probably be bad.
The lean black-clad man next to him immediately nodded in agreement.
"Then leave this person to you first. Don't kill him. I still have something I need to find out." The elegantly dressed youth's eyes flashed and he nodded.
The stout and slender men were overjoyed. Their figures shot out, meeting Han Li.
The black-clad fat man's body shone with dazzling starlight, and his belly suddenly bulged, swelling three times in size, looking like a big-bellied toad.
He then suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a large amount of dazzling starlight, covering the sky and heading towards Han Li.
The starlight was actually made up of star sand that flickered with the light of stars, each emitting a rumbling thunder, as if it would explode at any time.
The lean black-clad man quickly made a hand seal, and black flames appeared on his body, with hidden skull phantoms inside, making an ear-piercing scream.
As the man urged the magic, the flames on his body rolled over, and black flames flew out, turning into countless black-faced fangs and grinning ghost heads, rushing towards Han Li, all making ear-piercing strange laughter.
The countless ghost laughter gathered together, like countless steel needles, pouring into people's minds and shaking their souls.
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