PDLP Chapter 478 Sword Hanging from the Waterfall, Three Moves to Finish It Off
Chapter 478 Sword Hanging from the Waterfall, Three Moves to Finish It Off
Chu Lengyu was actually in the Integration Stage, and her spiritual power was more condensed. Naturally, the power of her Ten Thousand Miles of Ice Scattering was much stronger than that of a true sect leader.
Moreover, she cleverly borrowed the moves of the Frost Jellyfish that she had seen before.
Even if this move had some flaws, they were compensated for by its even greater power, transforming it into a realm of ice and snow.
The power displayed by this move was so overwhelming that it was beyond words.
The chill seeps in everywhere, causing ice crystal flowers to bloom and wither in an instant, each breath reflecting hundreds of mesmerizing images, both beautiful and deadly.
After personally experiencing the terrifying power of the "Sect Leader's" move, Elder Chi and the other three ambushers gradually became solemn, and the contempt in their eyes was replaced by deep fear.
One of them made up his mind, took out a blood-red pill, and swallowed it without hesitation.
As soon as the pill entered his stomach, a powerful force surged within him, instantly raising his cultivation level by a small realm and greatly increasing his aura.
He held up a dazzling mirror artifact with both hands, quickly charging it up, preparing to unleash his ultimate technique.
Seeing this, the others also launched their own attack.
They used all sorts of methods—magical treasures, talismans, and demonic beasts—to kill the "leader" of the Hundred Swords Pavilion here and prevent future troubles.
However, the "Sect Leader" remained calm and composed in the face of this overwhelming attack.
He slowly raised his hand, and the icy, snow-condensed sword blade swept upwards. The moment the air was torn apart, it didn't sound like the sharp sound of metal cutting through the wind, but rather like the first crisp cracking sound before a thousand-year-old icefall collapses.
On the blade, the azure light surged three inches, far surpassing any ordinary sword energy.
The moment the sword tip trembled, all the water vapor within a hundred feet seemed to be summoned, collapsing into solid form.
It's not snow, it's not ice crystals, it's the moment of spinning and sweeping that truly captures the essence of "waves".
The sword energy no longer followed a linear trajectory, but transformed into a ring-shaped snowstorm that lifted up large sections of the frozen sea surface, shattering them into millions of ice particles, which then instantly reformed into a roaring snow dragon, whipping up high waves and angrily charging forward.
The most lethal move is hidden behind the snow curtain.
While everyone was struggling to resist the oncoming snowstorm, the sword's edge had already pierced the shadows.
The cultivator who was activating the mirror magic weapon had his body silently pierced by the ice blade.
Before the shock in his eyes had faded, countless ice thorns burst open from the wound, spreading rapidly throughout his body like vines.
"what--!!"
He screamed and channeled all his spiritual power, evaporating the ice and snow on his body into water vapor. Then, with a will to perish together with his opponent, he frantically poured all his magical power into the magical artifact he was holding.
But the others weren't much better off.
They were either surprised or frightened, and Elder Chi stared wide-eyed at the "Sect Leader" in front of him in disbelief.
That was the second move of the sword technique, "Spraying Snow Waves."
Elder Chi was almost dumbfounded.
He knew very well that the sect leader's Snow-Swallowing Wave Sword was a unique skill created through painstaking effort, drawing on the essence of several sword techniques and integrating the sect leader's own profound insights.
Elder Chi had personally instructed him on this sword technique when he was young, so he had a deep impression of it and would never mistake it.
However, the scene before him left him speechless with shock.
Over the years, the sect leader has been busy with cultivation or dealing with the sect's trivial affairs, and he has rarely been seen to take action.
The last time the sect leader used the Snow-Swallowing Wave Sword was in the market of Misty Cloud Island. At that time, it was to capture a masked female cultivator. It was said that the female cultivator killed a disciple, but he did not ask for details.
Even so, the sword techniques used by the sect leader back then were definitely not as powerful or as awe-inspiring as they are now.
Elder Chi's throat bobbed involuntarily, and he felt his mouth was completely dry.
He inwardly grumbled: "Sect Leader, you've kept this from me for so long! If I had known you were so powerful, how could I have been so foolish as to betray the Hundred Swords Pavilion and embark on this path of no return?!"
At this moment, he was filled with remorse.
His accomplice glanced over and saw that Elder Chi's expression was strange. He sensed the regret in Elder Chi's heart and hurriedly whispered, "Elder Chi, do you really think you can turn back? Look at his appearance, he will definitely kill you today!"
His words were like a wake-up call, instantly bringing Elder Chi to his senses.
The hesitation and regret in his gaze toward the "Sect Leader" had vanished, replaced by a renewed killing intent.
What has happened today cannot be undone.
Meanwhile, another accomplice, his face contorted with rage, accused him with extreme dissatisfaction: "Elder Chi, how dare you conceal such crucial information about the Hundred Swords Pavilion's leader's strength, causing us to fall into such a passive position? If we fail today, you alone will be held responsible!"
Faced with his companion's accusations, Elder Chi's face turned ashen, but he remained speechless.
"You dare to chat idly in front of me? You're really asking for trouble." The "Sect Leader's" voice carried a chilling aura.
The ice blade at his fingertips had become increasingly long and solidified.
Upon seeing this, Elder Chi's face turned deathly pale, and fear began to rise in his heart.
The essence of the Snow-Swallowing Wave Sword technique lies in its final move.
The first two moves were already earth-shattering, so how terrifying must the last move be?
Just as the "Sect Leader" pointed his sword at Cangming, a whistling sound exploded from the tip of the blade, and the seawater burst out with a muffled roar.
The first sword strike slashed horizontally, like the rising tide, but the sword energy was not silvery-white; instead, it carried rolling, turbid waves.
The ocean was whipped into a countercurrent whirlpool, and the fish could not escape.
When the second sword cleaved down, the waves had already piled up to three zhang high, with broken seaweed floating on the surface, and the smell of the sea wafted over.
The second wave surged upwards, pressing down on the remaining momentum of the first wave, and the third wave climbed up the back of the second wave, rising another five zhang (approximately 10 meters) higher.
By the seventh wave, it resembled an inverted waterfall, cascading down, and sunlight pierced through it, reflecting the phantom image of a giant sea monster swimming.
And this cascading wave momentum is precisely the essence of the Snow-Swallowing Cascading Wave Sword.
Just as the spectators thought the wave was about to crash and were about to resist, the entire curtain of water suddenly collapsed inward, condensing into black water droplets.
The moment this heavy drop of water hit the ground, the earth's veins within a radius of a hundred miles trembled simultaneously, forming a downward-swallowing vortex.
If viewed from the clouds at this moment, one would see a wave with a diameter of a thousand feet, centered on the "Sect Leader".
A deep blue light surged within the ripples, as if sealing the entire Jinghong Sea within the lingering aftertaste of this sword strike.
Although it was a mere imitation, the "Snow-Swallowing Wave Sword" was still incredibly powerful when wielded by Chu Lengyu.
She gazed longingly at the receding waves, believing that there was still room for improvement in the sword.
With slight modifications, gifting it to the Hundred Swords Pavilion might be able to sever this worldly ties.
The sect leader has been eager to teach her swordsmanship; now it's time to turn the tables.
She was somewhat curious about what the sect leader's expression would be when he saw this sword technique.
The waves subsided, the ice and snow melted, and the enemies all perished under three swords, their blood staining the beach.
The mirror artifact that the opponent had been painstakingly charging lost control and was swept into the water by the waves.
This thing was probably going to cause trouble, so Chu Lengyu didn't pick it up and let it fall to the bottom of the sea.
Her true form once again stepped into the void, preparing to clear away other obstacles for the Hundred Swords Pavilion today.
He then entered the cave to rescue Nangong Xue.
Upon seeing the person, an angry expression immediately appeared on her face.
Despite having lost all her cultivation, Nangong Xue seemed unconcerned. She leaned against the mountain wall, slowly raising her upper body, her blood-soaked sleeves slipping down.
"So what if my dantian was destroyed?" She suddenly laughed, her face pale, but her eyes were brighter than the luminous pearl embedded in the stone wall. "At least I survived."
The last syllable turned into a choking cough.