latelenovela Chapter 148 Lingwei Sword Formation
Chapter 148 Lingwei Sword Formation
Dark clouds gathered, a storm was brewing. Above Kunlun, below the clouds, Rong Yan, his robes fluttering, gave Mu Yunjian, who still had the mind to tease him, a cold look.
Rong Yan said to Wen Fuyue, "Our master-disciple relationship ends today."
"From now on, I will no longer be your master, and you no longer need to hold back against me."
Wen Fuyue felt a pang of pain in her heart. The two of them, master and disciple, were destined to go their separate ways in this life, with no chance of turning back.
Just as he was about to speak, Rong Yan's sword flashed like lightning, heading straight for Rong Xuan and Mu Yunjian beside Wen Fuyue!
Rong Yan showed no mercy with this sword strike; it was a true killing blow!
He really intended to kill Rong Xuan and Mu Yunjian!
Wen Fuyue flashed in front of Rong Xuan and Mu Yunjian, barely blocking Rong Yan's sword, then waved her sleeve to shoo her two disciples away: "You two go quickly!"
However, Rong Yan's next sword strike was already upon them. Compared to Wen Fuyue's lingering mercy out of consideration for their past relationship, Rong Yan clearly regarded Wen Fuyue as one of the enemies who needed to be eliminated.
At this moment, behind Rong Yan, a long line of spirit swords came with lightning speed, carrying soaring sword light!
Rong Yan noticed the endless sword intent rushing towards him out of the corner of his eye. His pupils contracted, and he could no longer care about Wen Fuyue in front of him. He hurriedly turned around to defend himself.
The moment he turned around, he finally saw what was hidden in the clouds behind him—not one, two, or three, but at least a thousand majestic spirit swords pointing at him, ready to strike!
The light completely swept away the dark clouds lingering in the sky, revealing a vibrant and pristine land.
A multitude of spirit swords appeared, a strange phenomenon in the heavens and earth, and all the gods and Buddhas in the sky lowered their heads. How could Kunlun suddenly produce so many spirit swords that were in no way inferior to those of Huaichuan?
Inside the pavilion, Yun Yici sat cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed, his right hand forming a mudra in front of him.
Huai Chuan is now mixed in with the group of spirit swords, which allows her to share his perspective and thus remotely control Fu Luan and the others.
The name and appearance of every sword are engraved in her heart, and she can clearly sense the joys and sorrows of her companions.
Ning Tinglan stood guard beside Yun Yici and the deceased Rong Qing, watching the imperial edict with a wary expression.
While Wen Fuyue distracted Rong Yan, Yun Yici quietly summoned the spirit swords in batches.
Then he ordered the spirit swords to hide in the clouds to avoid alerting Rong Yan.
The emperor was very interested in Yun Yici's move, so he observed her every move with great interest.
Ning Tinglan was worried that the emperor would seize Yun Yici's opportunity, so she stayed by his side.
Fortunately, the emperor merely observed and had no intention of taking action.
Rong Yan's face turned cold, and he finally felt a primal urge to act when his life was threatened.
Wen Fuyue didn't know where the group of spirit swords pointing at Rong Yan came from, but she recognized Huai Chuan, who was hiding in the group of swords with a majestic aura.
He couldn't help but speak up one last time to advise Rong Yan: "Master, don't make any more mistakes."
Yun Yici and Huai Chuan shared the same senses, so they naturally heard Wen Fuyue's words.
She thought to herself that with Wen Fuyue's personality, she would never do something like murdering her master.
Once they leave, there's a high chance Wen Fuyue will be killed by the ruthless Rong Yan, which is why Mu Yunjian risked his life to draw lightning.
Yun Yici's initial plan was to trap Rong Yan with a sword formation, not to kill him.
After all, Rong Yan's identity was far too special.
If Wen Fuyue had murdered her master, she would never be able to wash away the infamy of betraying her master and ancestors for the rest of her life.
Yun Yici wanted to curse someone. She wasn't afraid of a powerful opponent, but she was afraid of an opponent who was her elder, who acted on his own and dragged the younger generation down.
This was also Yun Yici's first time controlling the Three Thousand Spirit Swords, so she focused her mind and dared not be careless.
In fact, at this moment, Rong Yan did not connect the spirit sword pointing at him with Yun Yici below.
Rong Yan turned to Wen Fuyue and chuckled, saying, "I've already said, I'm no longer your master."
“I turned my back to you, and you were able to refrain from drawing your sword.”
"These swords came at the perfect time, and you don't need to be afraid of being accused of betraying your master and ancestors."
"But I am not willing to surrender so easily."
The next moment, the spiritual sword in his hand shone brightly, the heavens and earth trembled, and the majestic snow-capped mountain not far away, shrouded in night, suddenly burst open, and the snow that had never melted on the mountain peaks surged like waves as if summoned.
Snow! Avalanche!
Everything happened too fast, and Yun Yici, from the perspective of the spirit sword, began to worry about the safety of his own body and Ning Tinglan in the pavilion.
Fortunately, the sword formation that Rong Yan had set up had been broken when he and Wen Fuyue rushed into the sky to fight.
Upon seeing the surging snow waves approaching from afar, the emperor immediately showed a look of disgust.
Although he wasn't afraid of the cold, the thought of being buried under the snow made him choose to take off!
In the blink of an eye, the Emperor whistled and summoned the demonic bird that had been hiding in the shadows, then scooped up Yun Yici in his arms.
Ning Tinglan also wanted to pick up Yun Yici and put her on the back of the demon bird first, but the Emperor's Decree beat her to it.
Emperor Zhao glanced at Ning Tinglan, who was reaching out to snatch her away from him, and then looked at the ignorant young man with his upturned phoenix eyes, saying, "The dead woman is yours."
Ning Tinglan: ......
Without even glancing at him, the emperor carried Yun Yici upstairs, and once there, he didn't forget to call out to his newly recruited underlings.
Just kidding, there are two people in this pavilion who can't take care of themselves and need to be carried.
If he doesn't choose Yun Yici, is he going to choose that female corpse he's never even seen before?
Ning Tinglan was speechless after being rebuked by the imperial edict, but seeing the urgency of the situation and that they still needed the imperial edict's help, she said no more and quickly carried Rong Qing onto the back of the demon bird.
Before Whiterun could completely destroy the place, the group successfully rode on the back of the demon bird and flew into the sky.
As soon as Ning Tinglan boarded the demon bird's back, he cautiously hid Yun Yici behind his back, and the emperor was too lazy to argue with him.
He commanded the demon bird to watch Rong Yan's movements from a distance, or more precisely, to observe how Yun Yici controlled the sword.
If it weren't for the fear of revealing his true identity, the Emperor would have loved to set fire to Rong Yan and cremate him on the spot.
They waited for Rong Yan for half a day, from day to night, and finally he returned. But they started fighting over nothing.
Unlike the demons, humans don't fight to the death right away. They usually have to argue back and forth before they start fighting. This has taken up most of the day, and dawn is almost breaking.
The falling snow from the sky blends seamlessly with the Forgotten Dust Abode, which is now submerged in a sea of snow.
Rong Yan lowered his eyes, and when he raised his head again, he swung his spirit sword and charged directly into the Spirit Micro Sword Formation!
coming!
The spirit swords, which had been waiting in the air, quickly changed positions. The moment Rong Yan rushed into the center of the sword formation, the spirit swords swiftly formed a battle array.
The sword array formed by the condensed light on their bodies was overflowing with killing intent, and even the naked eye could feel as if it were being cut.
However, Rong Yan ignored them all and cleaved through the spiritual swords blocking his way, heading straight for the center of the sword formation.