Just as he was in shock and panic, Zhu Hao's fingers were like a sword and had already landed on his chest.
Whoosh!
A sharp light burst forth and pierced through his protective Genuine Qi in the blink of an eye.
"Puff!"
His pupils bulged, and his chest turned red.
His entire body fell powerlessly onto the ground.
His brows were tightly furrowed, and his expression was filled with pain.
He could clearly feel that the sword essence that had entered his body did not disappear immediately.
Instead, it flowed wildly through his limbs and bones.
Zhu Hao no longer cared about him. Lightning flashed under his feet and he disappeared from where he was.
The next moment, he appeared in front of Guo Songyang.
"What?"
Guo Songyang was clearly shocked by Zhu Hao's ghostly appearance. He had seen the outcome of the black-robed man not far away and had long since given up on the idea of confronting this terrifying Ninth Prince.
He immediately pulled out his iron sword and used all his strength to swing out a sword energy that went straight for Zhu Hao's face.
However, he turned around and fled in another direction.
The corners of Zhu Hao's mouth curled up slightly. He raised his hand and clenched it in the air. The Tianwen sword silently appeared in his hand.
"Mountain Suppression Stance!"
Rumble!
The entire night sky was instantly illuminated by endless sword light.
The majestic sword essence surged like a tidal wave, so dense that even ordinary people could clearly feel the terrifying sharpness within.
Buzz!
In the darkness, the expressions of many people in the martial world who were watching suddenly changed.
The swords in their hands began to tremble as they tried to unsheathe.
It was as if the subjects had met their king.
"What happened?" Guo Songyang's body suddenly stopped moving.
The iron sword in his hand seemed to have been pulled by some force. If he had not held it with all his strength, it would have flown out of his hand and flew behind him.
He turned his head and saw an unforgettable scene.
The young man wore a black robe with golden patterns and pointed his sword at the ground.
His robe fluttered in the wind.
Above his head, hundreds of swords of different styles revolved around him like a vortex.
The youth raised his sword and slowly drew a straight line in front of him.
Weng!
A dazzling sword light bloomed in the extreme darkness.
Guo Songyang's pupils suddenly constricted, and an unprecedented fear surged into his heart.
His instincts told him that this sword…would take his life.
However, he could not dodge it at all!
Hualala!
The long sword above Zhu Hao's head transformed into a long dragon of sword Qi that whizzed straight towards Guo Songyang.
Wherever it passed, everything was torn into powder.
This was the ultimate attack, and also the sharpest edge!
Boom!
In an instant, the place where Guo Songyang was standing was completely buried by the sword qi.
The sword intent soared into the sky, making it impossible for people to look directly at it.
If someone with a weaker cultivation base saw that sharp edge, they would lose their sight.
"What…what sword technique is this?”
"I've never heard of it before!"
"Could the Ninth Prince of the Ming Dynasty be the reincarnation of a celestial sword immortal? Otherwise, how could he control our swords?”
"Who would have thought! The Ninth Prince of the Great Ming Dynasty had actually hidden it so well!”
"He's not even twenty years old, but he can kill a martial grandmaster like a dog. He also has such attainments in the sword! No wonder Emperor Ming chose him to be the master of the Six Fan School!”
"Tsk, tsk, tsk…With him overseeing the Six Fan School, perhaps the imperial court will be able to completely control the martial world?”.
"If that's the case, what should we do?”
……
It was too late to say, but it was too fast.
The sword light drowned Guo Songyang and returned in a breath's time.
Looking back, the figure of the great grandmaster Songyang Iron Sword was long gone.
A familiar death!
It was exactly the same as the Xiantian experts from the martial arts sects!
Zhu Hao's movements did not stop. The tip of his toes tapped lightly on the ground.
He suddenly leaped up, and the Tianwen sword in front of him suddenly expanded several times. It landed under Zhu Hao's feet and firmly held his body.
Whoosh!
The sword light pierced through the darkness, leaving behind a dazzling trail of flames.
Behind him, hundreds of cold swords followed like dragons.
" This is…Sword Kinesis Flight?"
"The legendary pinnacle of swordsmanship. The ninth prince of the Ming Dynasty is truly a sword immortal!”
"The Ming Dynasty is in full swing!"
"How can mortals like us fight against such an immortal?”
" When I return this time, I must convince the sect elders to submit to the imperial court…"
……
Grandmaster realm, how fast were his legs?
Even if Zhu Hao did not spend much time subduing the black-robed man and Guo Songyang, it was enough for Huang Xuemei to escape from Fuzhou City.
At this moment, Huang Xuemei was fleeing with the man beside her in the wilderness outside Fuzhou City.
" He shouldn't be able to catch up…" the man said with an ugly expression.
Huang Xuemei didn't say anything. With a tap of her foot, she had already traveled hundreds of meters.
In theory, even if Zhu Hao was a martial grandmaster, she should not have been able to catch up after running for so long.
But for some reason, she felt uneasy.
This uneasiness forced her to not stop!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Right at this moment, a series of rapid air-piercing sounds entered his ears.
Huang Xuemei's eyebrows trembled. Her body stopped reflexively and she retreated.
Clang!
A cold light locked onto her, and the string in her heart tightened to the limit.
His entire body stiffened and he didn't dare to move.
She had a premonition that if she moved even a little, the consequences would definitely be something she was unwilling to bear.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Sure enough, in the next blink of an eye, a long sword emitting a cold light appeared in front of her, only an inch away from her face.
This sword moved out of thin air, and no one was holding it. It was as if there was an invisible swordsman controlling it. It was really strange.
But now was not the time to be amazed.
Soon, the sounds of air being torn apart became more and more intense.
Another sword appeared behind her, and the tip of the sword was also pointed at her, ready to pierce through her body at any time.
Next, the third, the fourth…
By the time she came back to her senses, she was already surrounded by hundreds of cold swords.
Just from the shocking sharpness, one could tell what kind of power these seemingly ordinary swords contained.
She didn't dare to move an inch, and even her breathing became more careful.
"What…what's going on?" The man beside her was already shocked beyond words.
The scene in front of him was completely beyond his comprehension.
Huang Xuemei didn't say anything. She suddenly raised her head and looked at the horizon.
The moonlight tonight was perfect. It was as bright as jade.
The moonlight was as clear as a silver screen that enveloped the world.
Vaguely, a figure descended from the sky.
He stood on a flying sword and carried the full moon on his back.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering in the wind. It was as if even the world had begun to tremble and submit.
He had a beautiful face that should not be in this world.
A pair of eyes that were as bright as the stars and as deep as the starry sky. When they opened and closed, they were filled with arrogance and peerless charm!
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