Chapter 1770 - 1646: Battle with the Holy Master

Chapter 1770: Chapter 1646: Battle with the Holy Master

The surrounding trees and boulders were utterly destroyed, even massive boulders the size of trucks were ground to dust in an instant by the gray tornado.

"Slash!"

The Futu Sword flashed with a chilling brilliance, erupting with a startling momentum; an extreme intent to kill rose to the sky as Ye Qingfeng immediately slashed out massive sword lights, crossing over a dozen meters.

However, these sword lights struck the tornado and were instantly swallowed, not creating a single ripple.

"Ha ha, with just this bit of power, you think you can break my move? You’re thinking too simply," the Holy Master sneered, full of disdain, "If this is all the strength you have, then I’m truly disappointed!"

"Heh"

Ye Qingfeng coldly laughed, abruptly rising into the air, a towering killing intent rolling in, as Sword Qi, Sword Intent, and Sword Force blossomed in an instant.

The cold killing intent was like a thousand miles sealed in ice.

The sword in Ye Qingfeng’s hand burned with flames, like magma flowing, the cold killing intent, piercingly icy.

"Such powerful Sword Intent, just what realm has his Sword Dao reached?" The Holy Master was shocked, finding it hard to believe.

"Slash!"

Ye Qingfeng’s momentum unfolded entirely, the Futu Sword expanded several times, the breathtaking sword light slashing again, the crimson Sword Qi spanning a full thirty meters, cutting across the void, as if carving a long, black void trace.

"Boom!"

The sword light collided with the tornado, bursting out a terrifying sound, deafeningly loud, shocking all the forces on both sides, both wielding such high levels of power!

"This Hua Xia Slaughter God’s strength, perhaps it’s even above our Great Elder!" a church elder said bitterly.

"Perhaps, the Great Elder, truly died at Ye Kill God’s hands; alas, we’ve always refused to believe it, insisting that the Great Elder died within his army book, when in fact, it was self-deception all along!"

Herbert’s lips turned bitter, his heart shaken vehemently: "Ah, Hua Xia Slaughter God, it’s unbelievable that such a legendary genius emerged from Huaxia!"

Fight!

The two stopped chattering. An earth-shaking battle erupted directly, the vast Heaven and Earth Power, the two fought in the center, with the surrounding Heaven and Earth Power surging wildly, roiling like monstrous waves.

"Crackle"

Ye Qingfeng’s sword lights spanned the sky, slashing out over a dozen times, attacking the Holy Master, almost sealing the entire space, leaving him no escape.

"Humph!"

The Holy Master snorted coldly, behind him, from the Dark Night Castle, a vast gray mist surged towards him, like an endless wave.

The thick gray barriers blocked by the gray mist, however, Ye Qingfeng’s sword light was extremely sharp, breaking through the gray mist barriers and continuing forward.

However.

The Holy Master’s mist, endless, a sword light broke through one barrier, then three barriers, then ten; the gray mist condensed five barriers, ten barriers, twenty barriers.

"You can’t break through my defense at all, how will you fight me?" the Holy Master sneered.

The gray mist surged, overwhelming like terrifying waves, grandly rushing towards Ye Qingfeng, enveloping a sense of death, invisible, intangible, able to engulf an entire person.

This was indeed an endless crisis. The death’s breath was too intense, posing great danger. Ye Qingfeng directly launched the Mystic Rain Silk Sword Domain, twenty-two Sword Qi, the slaughter pervading, directly colliding with the gray mist, a huge booming sound erupted.

Everyone was stunned by both of their methods, especially Ye Qingfeng.

They could hardly believe that Ye Qingfeng could fight the Holy Master, this was the Holy Master, the leader of the Dark Force, wielding a vast dark force.

The entire Northern and Eastern Europe were under the control of the Dark Force.

This man, so powerful, could Ye Qingfeng actually fight the Holy Master for so long?

"Since you use a sword, I’ll show you the power of the sword."

The Holy Master suddenly shouted coldly.

"Sword, condense!"

Instantly, endless gray mist flew out, forming a large sword. Although it appeared plain and unadorned, a breath of death suddenly surged forth.

Even the onlookers, Herbert and the Dark Force’s Saint Heir, were all shocked, glancing fearfully at the gray giant sword.

"All Swords Return to One! Kill!"

The sword moved!

The gray giant sword turned into a long rainbow, leaving behind a long afterimage, the sword light spreading, icy killing intent rising to the sky.

This sword, once touched, would be shrouded in a death aura, almost impossible to eradicate, quickly losing combat effectiveness, even leading to death.

The Holy Master’s means were truly terrifying, shocking and frightening.

This sword pierced through the void, like a startling swan flight, invincible.

Can’t block it with the body, must use the Futu Sword, to intercept the gray giant sword.

"Can you withstand this sword?" the Holy Master roared.

"Heh"

Ye Qingfeng moved, his left fist slightly moved, transforming into a peerless punch, directly launching out, causing the entire space to crackle, rolling in like thunder, striking everyone’s hearts.

"You’re crazy, using your fist to block my sword, seeking death!" The Holy Master’s eyes narrowed, not expecting Ye Qingfeng to be so mad, daring to meet the sword with his fist.

This was sheer madness!

"Ha ha, this fool, he dares to use his fist against the Holy Master’s All Swords Return to One, he’ll be immediately enveloped by the gray mist, then devoured, turning into a dried corpse!"

The Long-haired Holy Son coldly laughed.

"What a pity, such a brilliant talent." The Golden-haired Saintess licked her seductive red lips.

"Humph, he just had good luck; if he doesn’t die, he could surpass him one day." The Long-haired Holy Son shouted, unconvinced.

As a generation’s Saint Heir, he was undeniably proud.

Beside him, the female Saint quietly smiled in her heart, she spoke nothing, naturally understanding in her heart, the Hua Xia’s Ye Kill God before her, was indeed a devil, fearsome and terrifying.

Even if he wasn’t a match for the Holy Master, he was also far beyond anyone present.

Ye Qingfeng!

Mu Pingping’s heart skipped a beat, even she felt the overwhelmingly terrifying death aura, that gray giant sword was by no means simple, Ye Qingfeng, even dared to use his flesh to resist.

The thought flashed through Mu Pingping’s mind, as hatred ran deep between him and her, why worry over his safety! But instantly, her heart was overrun by worry.

Come on!

Ye Qingfeng’s eyes grew colder, his left fist suddenly swung out, his left arm tempered by Red Blood Flame, bursting with crimson divine radiance, like peerless divine light, sweeping across everything.

Bang!

Ye Qingfeng’s left fist collided with the gray giant sword, erupting in an earth-shattering boom, invisible gigantic waves sweeping out, resembling a massive earthquake, shaking a kilometer around.

"Crack-crack!"

The gray giant sword, shockingly, began to fracture segment by segment, under Ye Qingfeng’s left fist, unable to bear it, in just a few breaths, it completely crumbled.