World's No. 1 Swordsman-Chapter 618: Next

Snow filled the sky as frost covered the battlefield.

The ice and snow within a thousand li surged violently, forcing the experts on both sides to use their immortal power to withstand the storm. Though it had swallowed Wang Sheng, he was now nowhere to be found.

Sword cultivators differed from one another. The Heavenly, Earth, and Human Dao of the Sword each focused on different things. Meng Wuxue followed the Earth Dao of the Sword. Hence, his sword was akin to a technique in itself. At the Heavenly Immortal Realm, his every move could freeze a thousand li of land.

It had only been a few moments when the snow domain stopped moving, making it look like a frozen painting. Within it, two people could be faintly seen.

Wang Sheng thrust Spiritless forward. Meng Wuxue blocked it by swinging his immortal sword sideways, barely stopping the tip from piercing him.

Heaven and earth trembled as their Dao of the Sword collided. Two streams of immortal power simultaneously erupted, the force pushing back Wang Sheng and Meng Wuxue.

As though writing in the air with a brush, Meng Wuxue swung his immortal sword rapidly, sending the snowstorm after his opponent again.

Like frost flowers on a window, countless icicles also appeared among the falling snow and surrounded Wang Sheng. Upon taking a closer look, he realized that each one was actually a sword phantasm! They assumed a formation with him at the center, then attacked him all at once! It looked as though innumerable sword-wielding immortal maidens were slashing at him!

Swinging his sword from afar, Meng Wuxue appeared to be drinking and singing amid the wind and snow. Following his extremely profound artistic style, he moved freely and without restraint.

Right before the sword phantasms could swallow Wang Sheng whole, a bolt of lightning shot skyward from Spiritless and split into three. It cleaved apart layers upon layers of ice flowers, as though shattering countless glass mirrors. Crystalline snow dust scattered through the air.

Lightning Flash!

Spiritless blazed with starlight as Wang Sheng escaped through the lightning. Upon instantly appearing at its other end, he charged out of the area that the icicles had sealed. He then flickered and split into seven afterimages, each one constantly switching stances and bombarding Meng Wuxue with sword techniques.

Meng Wuxue seemed surprised that Wang Sheng had reached him so easily. Instead of panicking, however, he maintained a calm expression and continued swinging his immortal sword at extreme speed.

Wang Sheng used the Heavenly Ziwei Sword Art at full power. He also pushed his Seven-Star Footwork to its limit.

Though he didn't know any clone techniques, he moved so fast and attacked so quickly that his seven afterimages still looked like they stemmed from one. In the blink of an eye, he narrowed the distance from a thousand meters to six hundred meters!

The afterimages flickered continuously as they rapidly closed in on Meng Wuxue. He stabbed at them repeatedly in retaliation, attempting to hit Wang Sheng with an invisible sword radiance. However, his attacks just kept passing through them.

Sword Over Heaven's Constant!

Spiritless surged up in a counterattack. It then unleashed seven streams of sword energy, sealing all of Meng Wuxue's escape paths.

Meng Wuxue swiftly blocked and knocked down the sword energies, but his own rhythm was broken in the process. Moreover, Wang Sheng had used that split second to close in and surround him with afterimages!

Warning rang out in Meng Wuxue's heart as he realized that Wang Sheng had unleashed a sword technique toward his every vital point.

With nowhere to flee, he could only use everything he had learned in his entire life. He swung his snow sword as fast as flowing light, gathering sword phantasms into plum blossoms and firing them out in all directions.

For a time, the clashes of swords rang out nonstop. The two Heavenly Immortals' streams of immortal power collided violently!

Sword energy and sword radiance flew and exploded all over the place, unleashing a force strong enough to kill any True Immortal who touched it. With each blow, the heaven and earth within the snow-filled domain trembled!

For a moment, Meng Wuxue truly managed to hold Wang Sheng off. Still, though his attacks were fast, his techniques still followed fixed patterns, inevitably leaving openings.

Wang Sheng didn't rush. He just kept pounding Meng Wuxue with attacks using the Heavenly Ziwei Sword Art, sending out waves of sword radiance faster and faster. His seven afterimages seemingly became almost solid, and his every strike grew more vicious.

Gradually, Wang Sheng memorized Meng Wuxue's every move and defense. Though his opponent didn't slow down, Wang Sheng was starting to adapt to his sword technique patterns and attack habits.

Wind and snow filled the sky as sword cries rang out one after another. Streams of sword energy sliced into endless space and stirred the primal qi of the Fengli Sect's planet.

The amazement of the Xinghai Sect's immortals became evident in their expressions. The female disciples of the Fengli Sect also watched with excitement, their sect's culture once again growing apparent.

Only the "old True Immortals" stuck at the late stage of the True Immortal Realm and the remaining nineteen Heavenly Immortal Realm experts could truly sense the ferocity of these two sword cultivators.

The North-River Sword Sect's elders and disciples looked especially shocked.

Earlier, when Wang Sheng had shown five of his great sword intents to scare them, they collectively concluded that, regardless of how strong he was, he was still only a True Immortal. However, Wang Sheng was now pushing back Meng Wuxue with but one sword, completely surpassing their expectations.

His astral sword technique was unique and extremely exquisite. Not only did its every move and form seem natural, but it also subtly aligned with the Great Dao of the Stars. Empowered by astral power, it appeared to have endless variations as well. Moreover, Wang Sheng paired it with equally profound footwork and a lightning escape technique comparable to a short-distance movement divine ability.

In their refusal to admit how powerful he truly was, the North-River Sword Sect's immortals attributed his overwhelming strength to his deep foundations in the Dao of the Sword. Moreover, the longer they watched, the more difficult it became for these accomplished sword cultivators to accept the reality.

Amid the battle, Wang Sheng's attacks grew a bit faster. A phantasm of the Big Dipper appeared in the snowstorm, its massive purple stars rotating rapidly around Meng Wuxue!

With a light clang, Meng Wuxue's immortal sword was struck upward. Seven sword phantasms crossed past him, and seven bloodstains tainted his immortal robe!

Right after, stars smashed open the snowstorm. Starlight swayed as stars fell, completely enveloping Meng Wuxue in a celestial river that surged back and forth.

"Light Snow!" Meng Wuxue shouted.

Turning somewhat translucent, he started moving and evading extremely quickly, leaving afterimages in his trail. With Wang Sheng completely suppressing him, he couldn't properly unleash his sword technique. Those who weren't in his position couldn't even begin to understand just how sharp the sword intent within the relentless starlight truly was!

Cuts rang out as Meng Wuxue's blood splattered all over the battlefield and soaked his clothes!

Wang Sheng showed no mercy. His every move aimed to take his opponent's life. Defending with all his strength, Meng Wuxue swung his immortal sword so fast that it nearly blended into the snow around them. Nevertheless, he failed to reclaim even a bit of initiative. The vast and boundless star river continued to rotate around him.

Wang Sheng would occasionally appear among the stars. Like an emperor patrolling the star river, he stepped upon them as he moved. He remained unscathed, his aura barely changed.

Unlike him, Meng Wuxue was already covered in blood. His aura trembled slightly, clearly showing signs of imminent defeat. He couldn't believe the sword intent that he had poured tens of thousands of years of effort into refining could be defeated like this!

I will not fall that easily! So what if he's using a technique that falls under the Heavenly Dao of the Sword?! Tread the snow without leaving a trace! This snow holds no grudges!

Meng Wuxue suddenly abandoned defense, sustaining fourteen new wounds. Yet at the same time, an extremely powerful icy aura surged out around him. It rapidly sealed Wang Sheng's sword momentum.

The starlight withdrew, putting Wang Sheng in full view and forcing him to retreat immediately.

Staring at Wang Sheng, Meng Wuxue seemingly merged with his spirit and sword. A sword energy thousands of meters long pierced through the star river and slashed down diagonally, its momentum seemingly intent on slicing space apart!

The attack condensed the essence of the sword technique that he had refined through ten thousand years of grueling cultivation. It also fused all of the Dao of the Sword insights that he had accumulated through his cultivation until now.

From the perspective of Meng Wuxue and the many onlookers, it seemed as though Wang Sheng wouldn't be able to evade it. However, Wang Sheng just sighed quietly, a trace of disappointment appearing in his eyes.

Meng Wuxue felt his Dao Heart tightly clench. What? He's disappointed? What is he even disappointed about?!

He had already made his move!

Wang Sheng lifted Spiritless above his head. Yin-yang aura appeared in its sword radiance, and a small Tai Chi diagram condensed at its tip.

Meng Wuxue's sword energy cleaved down. Immortal light flickered around Spiritless as Wang Sheng descended along the direction of the attack, slowly at first but quickly accelerating. He then slowly lowered his sword.

A trace of disbelief showed in Meng Wuxue's eyes. His lethal strike seemed to have completely missed!

Wang Sheng descended only several dozen meters. As his arm reached level with his shoulder, he casually stepped several dozen meters to the side, allowing the massive sword energy to slide past him. He moved with seamless, effortless grace, as though lifting a great weight with not even the slightest strain.

Meng Wuxue's arm trembled uncontrollably.

Wang Sheng stepped back into position. "Sword techniques are never fixed; their intent flows like water. If you have nothing left to offer, then I shall end your life."

Meng Wuxue gritted his teeth and shouted, "Face another one of my sword techniques! Then even if I die, I will have no regrets!"

He once again transformed into a snow sword that was several hundred meters long. The ice and snow within a thousand li surged toward Wang Sheng.

"Hmph!" Brilliant starlight flashed in Wang Sheng's eyes. He flickered as he broke into a charge, meeting the attack head-on!

As Spiritless collided with the enemy, the sword phantasm in Wang Sheng's hand bloomed like a lotus. With each turn of its petals, it severed a section of the massive snow sword. By the time twelve of its petals had unfurled, it had already shaved the sword completely flat!

A phantasm then appeared within the lotus. Wang Sheng thrust his sword, piercing Meng Wuxue's throat. However, Wang Sheng didn't imbue his weapon with enough sword intent to destroy Primordial Spirits. Though the wound was gruesome, it was only a severe injury.

Spiritless was withdrawn. Wang Sheng casually flicked his sword and swept Meng Wuxue aside. He then looked at Long Aotian, whose expression had darkened.

"Next."