Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil-Chapter 351 - 0311: Sword Limitless

A domineering, sharp, all-piercing aura emanated from Xia Yan Yi’s body.

Compared to before.

At this moment, Xia Yan Yi was like a Divine Sword drawn from its sheath.

Unstoppable.

Just a glance at the longsword in his hand.

You would feel a cutting sharpness.

"He’s drawn his sword, Xia Yan Yi has finally made his move."

"He is one of the top ten Sword Dao geniuses in the Southern Base City, his swordsmanship has reached an unfathomable realm."

"Finally seeing Xia Yan Yi draw his sword, this time, that arrogant brat Ye Qingfeng probably won’t have any luck."

Seeing Xia Yan Yi unsheathe his longsword.

The martial artists below the stage, despite being shocked by Ye Qingfeng’s strength.

One by one, they were pessimistic about Ye Qingfeng.

After all, reputation precedes a person.

Xia Yan Yi’s swordsmanship carves a path with blood.

In the Southern Base City, there were also numerous genius martial artists who died under his swordsmanship.

Even at only a High-level War Master’s realm, he could rely on swordsmanship to escape the attack of a Primary War General.

This kind of strength is not something ordinary people can compare to.

This is also why Xia Yan Yi ranked thirty-fifth on the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion’s compiled list.

"This sword of mine is named Ice Demon, forged from Deep Sea Cold Iron, today, it will be consecrated with your blood as it unsheathes."

Xia Yan Yi caressed the longsword in his hand, its blade as cold as ice.

Looking at Ye Qingfeng, it was as if he was gazing at a dead man.

"What right do you have to name a sword, isn’t this an insult to Sword Dao?"

Hearing Xia Yan Yi announce the name of his longsword.

Ye Qingfeng couldn’t help but chuckle.

Nowadays, any Tom, Dick, or Harry can name their sword, huh?

Just like in the Cultivation World, the name of Ye Qingfeng, the Nine Tribulations Immortal Venerable.

It was built upon the blood and bones of millions of peerless powers.

What is Xia Yan Yi anyway?

He dares to name his sword.

Insult Sword Dao?

Ye Qingfeng’s words stirred up a storm among the martial artists.

This was the greatest insult to Xia Yan Yi.

Originally, the thing Xia Yan Yi prided himself most on was the title of a Sword Dao genius.

Yet Ye Qingfeng directly belittled his most proud possession to worthless dust.

"What right do I have? When I cut each piece of flesh from your body with my sword, you’ll know..."

Xia Yan Yi’s anger had already turned into a sullen expression.

"Sss!"

Without warning, the longsword in Xia Yan Yi’s hand thrust forth like a wave.

The Sword Light was like a wash, as pale as the moon in the sky, fraught with a chilling cold.

The temperature on the entire stage seemed to drop.

Moreover, what was initially just one Sword Light.

But as Xia Yan Yi advanced step by step.

The Sword Light split into two.

Finally, when the Sword Light reached Ye Qingfeng.

It was like a light curtain filled with murderous intent.

In front of him, were countless Sword Lights.

"This Sword Skill Realm has definitely reached the Sword Force as Rain realm of Sword Dao."

"Terrifying, so terrifying, who can resist this Sword Light curtain? Probably, even Primary-level War General cannot help but feel troubled facing this!"

Xia Yan Yi’s sword made all martial artists beneath the stage sigh.

Could they withstand this sword?

The answer was no.

"All show, no substance!"

Ye Qingfeng’s voice was calm, yet it echoed throughout the venue.

Unknowingly, a longsword appeared in his hand.

An echo of wind and thunder seems to resonate on the blade.

A sword thrust out, dully, seeming without any force.

But as the tip of the Wind Thunder Sword pierced into Xia Yan Yi’s Sword Light curtain.

The Sword Light curtain Xia Yan Yi built with his swordsmanship, shattered upon impact.

"Sss!"

The Sword Light curtain shattered, but Ye Qingfeng’s sword did not stop.

The sword tip directly reached Xia Yan Yi’s chest.

Crack!

Luckily, the Spiritual Armor condensed on Xia Yan Yi’s body slightly resisted Ye Qingfeng’s Sword Force.

However, the Spiritual Armor was still broken through.

The sword tip penetrated Xia Yan Yi’s chest.

"How is this possible!"

Xia Yan Yi looked dumbfounded.

His Sword Dao seemed to be completely suppressed, with no room for resistance.

"Hiss!"

Ye Qingfeng drew back his longsword with a backhand.

As if cutting water with a knife.

Instantly, blood sprayed from Xia Yan Yi’s pierced chest like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers.

"Ah!"

Xia Yan Yi screamed miserably.

The longsword he called Ice Demon.

Supported by the bluestone ground, allowed him to stand.

Hiss!

The faces of the people below the stage showed expressions of shock.

Cold sweat ran down their backs.

Xia Yan Yi’s menacing Sword Force.

Yet it was broken by Ye Qingfeng’s plain sword.

How terrifying is this.

"This kind of Sword Dao talent, even the Inner Courtyard, doesn’t have many who can compare!"

At this moment, Gou Lu’s eyes had not moved from watching the duel on the stage.

Especially when looking at Ye Qingfeng, his gaze was more like looking at some treasure.

"Very strong!"

Shui Qianxue murmured.

Her beautiful eyes staring at Ye Qingfeng.

Every time he made a move, her estimation of Ye Qingfeng rose higher.

"No matter who you are, dare to provoke me in the Base City, you must die!"

The light in Ouyang Zhantian’s eyes grew colder.

It was a kind of anger from having his pride scorned.

"Hahaha! Strong, you’re very strong, but, this is where it ends."

Xia Yan Yi laughed heartily.

A look of madness.

His eyes filled with bloodshot streaks.

Ye Qingfeng’s sword only pierced his chest, not his heart.

The wound looked terrifying.

But, in reality, it did not cause serious injury.

Xia Yan Yi propped himself up with the longsword, slowly stood up.

At the same time, he consumed a potion.

The wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This is the power of Biological Potion.

However, Biological Potions also have resistance, the more consumed, the lesser the effect.

Unless constantly consuming high-grade Biological Potions.

"Clang!"

Xia Yan Yi raised his longsword.

There was madness in his expression.

And, at this moment, the Spiritual Power in his body began to surge violently.

A small whirlwind seemed to swirl around him.

"Sword Limitless!"

Xia Yan Yi roared, as if the blood in his body was flowing backward.

The veins on his neck bulged.

His entire being utterly crazed.

The longsword in his hand exuded endless coldness.

"Sword Limitless, this is a Low-level Xuan Rank Sword Skill Martial Technique, even comparable to an average Mid-level Xuan Rank Martial Technique."

"This is a Sword Skill Martial Technique created by a Sword Dao great power, they say, its speed is so fast that if you blink, you will be dead." freёnovelkiss-com

"This time, that kid named Ye Qingfeng should be dead, right!"

The swordsmanship Xia Yan Yi exhibited drew great attention from the martial artists below the stage.

Sss!

Xia Yan Yi, holding a sword, was like a streak of light.

His whole body shot like a meteor, rushing towards Ye Qingfeng.

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