Sword Lights Under the Sky

　Just the tip of the bronze sword appeared, and the sword light it emitted filled half of the sky.　　Even the scarlet moonlight in the Reincarnation Desperate Realm was suppressed by the sword light.　　The bronze sword in Chen Xia's hand was still slowly emerging.　　Qi Qiong's arrogant expression froze slightly. He reached out and grabbed his clothes, yanked hard, and tore open the golden robe on his chest, bursting out with shining golden light.　　This was his most treasured magic treasure, the Golden God Cicada Robe.　　It was also a magic treasure he had snatched. It was a top-grade robe among Dao artifacts. When worn on a daily basis, it had the wonderful effects of nourishing qi and blood and absorbing spiritual energy.　　When activating its supernatural power, one had to tear the robe apart and summon the Golden God to possess the body. If the possession was complete, one could be immune to all spells and transform into the Golden God in the mortal world.　　However, Qi Qiong's cultivation level in the Overturning Sea Realm couldn't support a complete possession. Neither his spiritual soul nor his body could bear it, so he could only possess fifty percent of his body, which was equivalent to strengthening himself by half.　　His whole body was filled with golden light. He stretched out his hand and knocked on his chest heavily, laughing extremely arrogantly.　　"Come on, let me see if your three million flying swords are really as powerful as the rumors say. Haha, I actually hope your flying swords are even more powerful!"　　At this point, Qi Qiong's already exaggerated smile grew even wider, to the point where he looked almost inhuman, his face distorted, with a crazy smile on it.　　"Quick, come and strike me. Let me see how powerful you are. I've decided to take your flying swords. They're mine, all mine!"　　He seemed to have lost his mind a bit. Even saliva was flowing from the corner of his wide-open mouth. His pupils were dilated, and the greed on his face was obvious.　　Chen Xia was quite concerned about his mental state and decided to strike him with the sword.　　The bronze sword completely appeared in his hand. The tip of the sword was shining with abundant sword light that extended all the way to the hilt.　　The flying sword wasn't long and was covered with mottled rust.　　But this was the strongest Half-Immortal Sword in Chen Xia's body.　　He held the sword firmly. The sword intent rebounded and poured into his arm, shattering his meridians. Thin strands of blood seeped out from his pores, dripping onto the ground like a light rain.　　Chen Xia didn't let go. His face was calm as he looked at the crazy Qi Qiong and said.　　"I seldom kill people."　　Suddenly, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. It wasn't as arrogant as Qi Qiong's, but it carried a calm confidence, and he continued as if it were a matter of course.　　"But you will surely die by my hand."　　He tightened his grip on the sword.　　The bright red moon in the sky reflected brilliant sword light.　　The whole world turned white.　　Qi Qiong's pupils instantly contracted. He pinched the boundless golden light with both hands and grabbed to the left and right simultaneously, firmly protecting himself in front of him.　　At this moment, he had just finished setting up his defensive measures and didn't even have time to strengthen them further. His spiritual consciousness didn't sense any movement at all.　　There wasn't even any movement in sound, light, or wind.　　He didn't even blink his eyes, but a figure in a green shirt, so fast that it was distorted as if it had been suddenly stretched, had already traveled thousands of meters and arrived in front of him.　　And in the hand of the figure in the green shirt, a pure white... bronze sword?!　　Fast, it was too fast.　　Qi Qiong didn't have time to react. Before he could even form a thought in his mind, he was hit solidly by a sword.　　The boundless sword light exploded, filling the entire Reincarnation Desperate Realm. The pure white sword light replaced all colors, suppressing Qi Qiong's protective divine light and the Golden God so that they couldn't hold their heads up.　　Chen Xia gritted his teeth. His hand holding the bronze sword was already covered in blood, but he didn't loosen his grip or slow down. Instead, he tightened his grip even more, and the strength in his hand gradually increased.　　It was as if he was grasping the entire world. The pure white sword light filling the sky instantly condensed and all reversed and fell downward.　　This sword strike wasn't over yet.　　Chen Xia gritted his teeth tightly. Even his eyes were filled with sword light that was about to spill out.　　He didn't understand swordsmanship and had never formally learned it, whether in the small world or in the Azure Sky Sword Sea. Chen Xia had never formally learned swordsmanship for a single day.　　But he could use it.　　When it came to swords, talent mattered. Diligence was useful, but not that much.　　Chen Xia's talent should be very good, whether it was in comprehending the Dao or using the sword. It was just that he was a bit lacking in cultivation speed compared to others.　　Perhaps even without the point-adding system, he could have become a not-so-weak cultivator.　　Who knew?　　Chen Xia's thoughts drifted a bit but quickly snapped back, and then his eyes were filled with sword light.　　He swung the remaining half of the sword.　　As a result, the pure sword light between heaven and earth couldn't be contained any longer and directly tore the entire Reincarnation Desperate Realm apart brutally. The sword light burst out through the cracks.　　The Reincarnation Desperate Realm was torn open, but the pure sword light didn't dissipate. It was still rampaging and attacking within a few thousand meters.　　The surrounding cultivators didn't know what had just happened, but seeing this fierce sword light, they didn't dare to step forward and backed away a bit more, afraid of being affected.　　After thirty breaths, the sword light finally showed signs of receding.　　The surrounding cultivators couldn't help but gasp in amazement, their faces full of horror.　　"This sword light was slashed out by Chen Xia, right? It's so terrifying. A cultivator at the peak of the Mountain Moving Realm can slash out something like this. Damn it, I'm also at the peak of the Mountain Moving Realm. Why can't I do it?!"　　This junior elder was starting to doubt his life. He felt that after working hard to cultivate for most of his life, he now seemed like a joke in front of Chen Xia.　　And it was the coldest and least funny joke.　　"Comparing people to others will make you want to die, and comparing goods to others will make you feel inferior. Why compare yourself to such a strange being? Just be yourself honestly."　　Another junior elder beside him had already seen through it and comforted him a few words, but still couldn't help shaking his head and complaining.　　"However, it's really fucking powerful. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe that this was a cultivator at the Mountain Moving Realm even if you killed me."　　The moods of the others around were even more complicated.　　The sword light slowly dissipated and returned to the world between heaven and earth. The fact that it could last this long was already considered extremely powerful sword light. Many sword cultivators at the Mountain Moving Realm couldn't slash out such powerful sword light.　　Chen Xia didn't slash out just one beam of such sword light. He directly slashed out sword light that filled the sky.　　Thinking of this, both sword cultivators and non-sword cultivators fell silent.　　When the sword light completely dissipated, the first figure that appeared was Qi Qiong.　　He was lying in a deep pit, covered in blood, still gasping for breath, his pupils trembling wildly as he stared fixedly ahead.　　"You didn't kill me with that sword. If I'm not killed, then I win, haha!"　　Qi Qiong staggered and climbed out of the deep pit. He sealed his wounds with spiritual energy and laughed wildly while shouting.　　"Your sword strike was an exchange of injuries. If you can't kill me, then you'll die. You should be seriously injured now, right? It's just a body at the Mountain Moving Realm. How can it compare to my tough physique in the Overturning Sea Realm!"　　"You should be on the verge of collapsing now, right? You're about to fall down, right? You should be barely able to hold the sword, haha!"　　Qi Qiong coughed up blood from the corner of his mouth, casually wiped it away without caring, and his face was filled with crazy joy and arrogance.　　At the place where the sword light finally dissipated.　　The figure in the green shirt holding the sword was revealed. In his hand was the blood-stained bronze sword, and the blood extended all the way up, covering his entire arm.　　The sleeve on it was torn, and the blood was sticky and pooled together, still dripping down continuously.　　Chen Xia raised his fair white eyes, his face calm, and replied with a smile.　　"Guess."　　The blood on the bronze sword disappeared in an instant, and sword light burst out again!