720: Chapter 720 [The Final Move] 720: Chapter 720 [The Final Move] “How shameless!
Me, defeated by his Illusionary Sword?
Ridiculous!” Ye Chenfeng sneered coldly.
However, Heimu wore a look of cold arrogance, “I had guessed you were a powerful figure from the Western Dark World, but I didn’t expect you to be the Forbidden God King.
But you look just like this—three years ago, you were defeated by my master’s sword, and today, you will be defeated by my sword!”
“Initially, I just wanted to test you, but now that you mentioned you’re that person’s disciple, I can’t let you live.” Ye Chenfeng’s gaze pierced through Heimu.
“Ghost Path Illusionary Sword!”
Without further explanation, Heimu activated his martial breath, and his entire being moved.
“Tss!”
A light tremor, a cold gleam emitted, and in an instant, countless stars fell, seemingly driving away the darkness of this space, and in a flash, it became incredibly bright—such brightness could cause temporary blindness.
Even with Ye Chenfeng’s prior preparation, he was unavoidably dazzled by the sudden burst of light.
Just like a montage effect, in an instant, Heimu had already arrived in front of Ye Chenfeng.
His long blade was even swiping toward Ye Chenfeng’s neck, what seemed a complex process actually occurred in the blink of an eye, with a sequence of actions connecting seamlessly, truly a natural occurrence.
Phoenix Cry Reversal Kill Technique!
Not only that, in a critical moment, Heimu connected another move: Phoenix Cry Reversal Kill Technique.
The Illusionary Sword had already created a significant opportunity, and now with the execution of the Phoenix Cry Reversal Kill Technique, Heimu suddenly appeared on another side of Ye Chenfeng, truly catching him off guard and completely unprepared.
Merging two great sword techniques for the first time, and in battle with Ye Chenfeng, was also continuously stimulating his potential, allowing him to use such a shocking and horrifying merged move.
“Die!”
A chilling voice seemed to come from the depths of Nine Serenities Hell, making Heimu shudder violently.
Just as Heimu thought his strike would surely kill Ye Chenfeng, a blade qi that seemed capable of tearing the heavens apart suddenly surged out.
A blade qi that shocked the heavens and moved spirits.
It was like a terrifying black arc of lightning, tearing through the void.
“Crack!”
A blade qi that appeared out of nowhere instantly shattered Heimu’s weapon, and with a raise and fall of the blade, sent Heimu flying.
“What a terrifying blade!”
Lying on the ground, Heimu’s eyes were filled with terror; he had never expected Ye Chenfeng to execute such an extremely fast blade at such a moment.
“Boom!”
Leaving behind a trail of blue smoke, Heimu escaped.
Ye Chenfeng’s lips curved into an enigmatic arc as he smiled and stepped forward.
The next moment, Heimu appeared outside Dongyang Villa, his expression gloomy, one hand covering a wound that was profusely bleeding.
Just as he was about to leave in a particular direction, he smelled an unusual scent—after confirming, Heimu knew it was the smell of a cigar.
“Just now I was wondering if Divine King would really let me wait here for nothing.
I didn’t expect a fat lamb to actually show up,” a puzzled voice sounded, and Shi Buddha, leaning on a tree and smoking, shot a sharp glance toward Heimu.
“Damn it, move aside, or you’ll die!” Heimu said coldly, now only wishing to escape this place.
“Heh heh, another little ghost.
Strange, why do I say ‘another’?
Oh, I remember now, I’ve killed a ghost monk,” Shi Buddha mumbled to himself.
“Kill!”
Without another word, Heimu started to kill.
A short knife flew towards him, followed closely by Heimu.
“Buzz!”
Just as the short knife was about to stab into Shi Buddha, Heimu, who had moved later, already grasped the hilt.
The knife spun several Blade Qi, slicing at Shi Buddha at an incredible angle.
“Not bad!”
Shi Buddha grinned, yet his body remained motionless.
“Clang!”
A sound of metal striking suddenly rose, and Heimu’s expression abruptly changed.
A terrible recoil came from the base of his hand, nearly causing him to lose grip on the knife.
“What is this?”
Even Heimu let out a hint of panic.
He held the handle of the knife, the tip pressing against Shi Buddha’s throat, but the sharp point could not advance any further.
It was clearly flesh yet resistant, which flabbergasted Heimu.
Heimu’s martial arts had seriously surprised Ye Chenfeng just a moment ago, but now it was Shi Buddha’s skills that astonished him.
“With such moves, you cannot kill me!” laughed Shi Buddha, as a strong force emerged from his body, violently throwing Heimu back.
Simultaneously, a cold figure slowly approached.
It added a suffocating pressure to Heimu, making him slightly despair.
In front was the invulnerable Shi Buddha, and behind was the even more formidable Ye Chenfeng.
“So, you came prepared!” Heimu said coldly.
“Divine King, this lad is not bad.
Let me handle him!” Shi Buddha’s eyes filled with interest.
Ye Chenfeng, carrying the Evil Blade Dragon Fang on his back, stepped forward, “This enemy, I will settle myself.”
“Good, I’ll just enjoy a good show here, selling seeds and drinks in the front row,” laughed Shi Buddha.
Heimu hated the feeling of being toyed with to the point of applause.
The only way out of this predicament was to kill Ye Chenfeng and Shi Buddha; there was no other choice.
“Your knife is very fast!” Heimu’s eyes focused on the Dragon Fang behind Ye Chenfeng, extremely curious as it had just sliced through his Ghost Path Illusionary Sword.
“Display your Ultimate Sword!” Ye Chenfeng remained expressionless, his eyes continually sweeping with a murderous intent, decisively needing to eliminate Heimu.
The chilling scene, biting wind, and calm people, both coldly awaited their second duel.
Ye Chenfeng and Heimu, fast techniques clashing, facing the same opponent but with different sword paths, amid thousands of sparks, all relentless moves were fully deployed.
Heimu’s Sword Dao was strange and natural, sometimes like a trickling stream, sometimes like a rushing river, surging forth.
“Not enough!
Far from enough!” Ye Chenfeng easily parried Heimu’s strike.
“Ghost Sword, Judgment!”
Heimu’s aura exploded as if he was activating all his energy.
Looking at his painful and fierce expression, one could tell he was not fully confident in this move or rather couldn’t control it.
Forcing it out would also cause him great damage.
Ghosts wailed and wolves howled; a vast expanse of deathly energy engulfed the area, turning the region into Asura Hell, forbidding any life.
A wave of destructive energy roared and spread, causing even Shi Buddha, who was watching from a distance, to change his expression dramatically, as Heimu’s sword felt like the end of days.
Such a suffocating pressure made it hard for Ye Chenfeng to breathe, yet it excited him immensely, causing him to become even more agitated.