Chapter 2386 He's really strong
Discussions and exchanges could erupt at any moment.
Chen Qingyuan waited for Pan Ran to make his move, maintaining his sword-wielding stance, his lips forming a straight line, solemn and silent.
Pan Ran was still gathering his strength, preparing to unleash the strongest sword strike of his life.
In this way, even if one dies and one's spirit dissipates, one will have no regrets in life.
More than ten breaths passed, and the swordplay of both sides had created chaos in the area. Finally, Pan Ran's eyes suddenly changed, and his body erupted with an even stronger and sharper momentum, preparing to draw his sword.
The bronze sword rang out again, like a cascading waterfall falling from the sky and crashing onto the vast earth with a thunderous roar.
Pan Ran raised the bronze sword, exerted force with his wrist, and slashed forward.
Clang! Swish!
A ghostly light emerged from the sword's edge, first forming an arc that shattered the sky, then the arc of light continued to expand, transforming into a massive light curtain that devoured the starry sky, approaching Chen Qingyuan at an unprecedented speed.
Swordsmanship, Dark Clouds!
This was the sword intent that Pan Ran had painstakingly cultivated and comprehended over many years. Although it was not yet fully mastered, it already possessed a overwhelming sword might that could suppress the universe, causing Situ Lin and the others who were watching from afar to show expressions of tension and surprise.
The sword intent was like a vast, dark ocean, surging and covering the starry sky for thousands of miles.
Any single drop of water within the vast ocean can crush stars and incinerate all things.
If this sword strike is mastered, it will mean that Pan Ran has reached the pinnacle of the Emperor's Path. But does he still have that chance?
When the opponent makes a move, Chen Qingyuan can't just stand there dumbfounded.
Although the sword's power was formidable, it wasn't enough to cause Chen Qingyuan to panic. He maintained a calm and composed expression, an ethereal demeanor, his heart as still as water, undisturbed.
The moment Pan Ran was about to unleash his sword, Chen Qingyuan knew exactly how much force to use to counter it.
They are indeed taking it seriously, but they won't use their most terrifying trump card.
Years ago, Chen Qingyuan withstood Mu Cangyan's full-force attack without even using the Human Emperor Sword. Even then, his strength was already terrifying.
It was because of that great battle that the Zi Jun Sword was severely damaged.
After many twists and turns, the sword was fortunately repaired and was able to fight alongside Chen Qingyuan once again.
Now, he has vaguely touched upon his own path, and his strength is far greater than before. He is already infinitely close to the peak of the Emperor's Path.
Once he breaks through the shackles of his cultivation realm and reigns supreme, he will most likely be able to stand on equal footing with Emperor Taiwei and others.
Such splendor has never been recorded in historical books.
If Chen Qingyuan were to use his true killing move at this moment, Pan Ran would surely die.
Therefore, they waited for Pan Ran to make the first move and then responded based on the actual situation.
"Yellow Spring."
Chen Qingyuan parted his lips and uttered a single word.
The words fell, and the sword rose.
With a hum, the Zi Jun Sword unleashed a chilling and sharp sword intent light as Chen Qingyuan swung his wrist.
He has been studying swordsmanship for many years and has mastered fourteen sword techniques.
Fourteen styles: Fleeting Glimpse, The Mortal World is Like a Dream, The Moon Sets Over the Milky Way, Snow Falls Silently, Burying Reincarnation, etc.
The Yellow Springs Sword is neither the strongest nor the weakest.
A single sword strike, like a dark sea, seems to carry a hellish realm exuding extreme cold, descending upon the world to judge all living beings.
The Nether Sea is turbulent, above which lies a dark and majestic ancient palace of the underworld, where billions of skeletons struggle and roar. Such a terrifying spectacle is beyond the sight of ordinary people.
If you don't reach a certain level, you'll only feel that everything is ordinary and nothing has happened.
The next moment, Chen Qingyuan and Pan Ran's sword intent clashed head-on.
One sword to the Yellow Springs, one sword to the Netherworld.
All of them contained an extraordinary, deathly stillness, and touched upon the mystery of the cycle of life and death.
Discovering the essence of Pan Ran's swordsmanship, Chen Qingyuan deliberately unleashed a similar sword move, not to humiliate him, but to genuinely discuss the Dao and guide him.
There's one prerequisite: the other party must survive. Otherwise, any so-called guidance is just empty talk.
The outcome was predetermined from the very beginning.
Knowing he was no match for the enemy, Pan Ran still wanted to try his sword, either to comprehend the profound laws in the battle or to give himself a dignified funeral.
As for retreating and clinging to life, that is hardly the demeanor of a sword cultivator like us!
"what!"
The moment Chen Qingyuan raised his sword, Pan Ran knew he had lost. As fellow sword cultivators, the outcome could be determined simply by comparing the sword auras they unleashed.
However, Pan Ran let out a hoarse howl, his eyes, thick with bloodshot veins, remained resolute. Not only did he not feel fear, but he also poured all his sword energy into this move, clearly intending to fight to the death.
They risked their lives to see if they could block Chen Qingyuan's sword.
Boom!
The clash between the two created countless layers of terrifying sword energy ripples.
The battlefield collapsed directly, and the space shattered like broken glass, with countless cracks.
The area of clash condensed into a light of annihilation, devouring everything around it. The sphere of annihilation expanded continuously, then suddenly shattered, unleashing a deafening roar that shook the universe, with terrifying aftershocks spreading in all directions.
Fortunately, there are no more inhabited planets in the Upper Star System, otherwise countless innocent lives would have been lost.
The battlefield was very close to the eerie black mist. Although the residual power of their swordplay was extremely strong, it had no effect on the black mist whatsoever.
Chi Chi Chi!
At the heart of the battlefield, Pan Ran exerted all his strength without reservation, causing the bronze sword in his hand to tremble violently.
Light and darkness intertwined, accompanied by lightning and thunder.
This starry sky was constantly exploding, and the rules of the Emperor's Way were like fireworks, blooming brilliantly and collapsing in an instant.
All paths were annihilated, like the end of the world.
Despite Pan Ran's best efforts, he was still unable to turn the tide. He watched helplessly as his overwhelming sword power was annihilated by Chen Qingyuan's sword, and a deep sense of despair welled up in his heart.
He's really... amazing!
In the moment before death, blood welled in Pan Ran's eyes, and through the shattered void, he vaguely saw Chen Qingyuan's imposing figure, and this thought arose in his mind.
Suddenly, Pan Ran seemed to hear Lu Hansheng's words again: "If my older brother were here, he would slap you three times at most to make you face reality."
Pan Ran smiled bitterly, thinking to himself, "No need for three slaps, one sword is enough."
There are people outside people, and there are days outside the sky.
This is indeed true. I was arrogant and ignorant of how vast the world is, and I didn't know what the true strength is like.
To die at the hands of such a powerful being is a great honor.
My ending was pretty good!
In order to unleash the 'Netherworld Glow' sword strike, Pan Ran had drained all his profound energy. Now, facing the overwhelming Yellow Springs sword strike, he was powerless to resist.
Burning one's life essence and blood has no real effect; at most, it can only help one struggle for a while.
The difference in strength between the two sides is too great, so even if they exhaust all their essence and blood, it will be meaningless.
When death comes, face it with equanimity.
Buzz! Sizzle!
When the Yellow Springs arrive, all paths shun them.
Chi!
In an instant, the sword intent pierced through Pan Ran's chest, and countless deathly sword intents drilled into his body, turning his internal organs into a pulp.
