Chapter 1289
: 1 Sword Breaks the Array
Chapter 1289 One Sword Breaks Ten Thousand Formations
At the summit of Lingyin Peak, the highest point of Changtianmen, you can see a panoramic view of the entire Changtianmen area, with its varying elevations.
Le Zhengyuanqing still wore an angry expression. After glancing over the peak where Lin Fan was, he turned around leisurely.
A few steps behind him stood a man with a ghost mask on his face and his hair in a crooked bun, his fists clenched, his posture upright, like a fully drawn bow ready to be released.
Despite not being short, she inexplicably found herself at a disadvantage because she was standing on a downhill slope.
If Lin Fan were there, he would definitely applaud the correctness of his intuition—the librarian who only slept all day and did nothing but work was indeed a big shot.
"Who exactly are you?" A deep, muffled voice came from beneath the mask.
One glance from outside the library reveals that this person is dangerous.
But when did such a person appear in this world?
Le Zheng Yuanqing was not the type to answer questions politely; he countered by asking, "Was the barrier that isolated the ancient world your doing?"
"Boom" a loud noise.
The entire Changtianmen area shook violently.
"What's going on?" Antonio's first reaction was to rush over and protect Lin Fan. Even though he had experienced many big scenes, he was still shocked by this. "Aren't we suspended in mid-air? How can there be an earthquake?"
Lin Fan had a bad feeling; this was much more powerful than the commotion she had caused when she triggered the mountain gate formation earlier.
She threw off the covers and got down, but her legs were still weak, and she sat down on her own feet, unable to get up.
"Oh dear, grandma!" Antonio had only taken two steps away when he rushed back and dragged her back. "You lie down, you lie down, I'll go check. Lie down properly!"
Lin Fan took out the Lingxi II and put it in his hand. "Be careful, take this."
"What's this?" Antonio fiddled with it for a moment.
Lin Fan took out the Lingxi Generation 1 again, tapped it a few times, and voice call mode was displayed on both sides.
Antonio laughed: "You even managed to bring out a cell phone, impressive! Okay, I'm going now, you can lie down and listen to the live broadcast."
With that, he waved the Lingxi in his hand at Lin Fan, then ran off in a flash, not forgetting to close the door behind him.
Lingyin Peak.
Azure-gold runes spread out of thin air on the mountaintop, instantly covering the flowing clouds and rocks like a spider web.
The masked man's fingertips traced through the air, the gaudy ghost mask reflecting an eerie red light.
The heavily painted mask looked particularly eerie on this desolate mountaintop, like a ghost that had stumbled out of the ancient books in the Changtianmen Library and wandered in.
The entire mountain range, spanning dozens of miles, was covered by a semi-transparent glass barrier.
Countless tiny cyan-gold runes flowed across the barrier wall, completely isolating the cries of birds and the howling wind outside the peak, leaving only the two people silently facing each other inside the barrier.
"Who exactly are you?!" The voice came through the mask, cold and hard like the friction of metal.
With a wave of his narrow sleeve, dozens of deep trenches split open in the ground, and countless blue-gold array flags burst forth from the earth.
The star patterns drawn on the flag cast swaying light and shadow within the barrier, and the three hundred and sixty killing formations completed their linkage in the blink of an eye, filling the air with a majestic and awe-inspiring aura.
The bulging eyes on the mask swayed slightly with his movements, but the shadows in the holes remained as still as ink, showing no sign of emotion.
The air was thick with a chilling, murderous aura, like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
The air temperature inside the barrier suddenly rose, as if the air itself had been tinged with the color of surging fire.
As Yue Zhengyuan took a step forward, the bluestone ground shattered into dust.
The seven-foot-long sword that appeared out of thin air beside him emitted a deafening hum, and the crimson tassels on the sword tassel were lifted up by the violent spiritual power, like burning fire snakes.
"The Path of Ruthlessness?" A strange smile suddenly appeared on Yue Zhengyuan's angry expression, revealing his gleaming white teeth. The anger surging in his eyes was almost tangible. "The foundation of your path, built upon the blood and soul of your closest relatives, I wonder if anyone is crying in your ear in the dead of night..." "Nonsense!"
The two words were almost squeezed out from between his teeth, his jawline taut beneath the ghost mask.
Before he finished speaking, a bolt of cyan-gold lightning shot out from the array cultivator's sleeve. It was a lightning flash containing qi, and if an ordinary cultivator undergoing tribulation were to be struck by it, they would surely be annihilated, both in body and soul.
But Yue Zhengyuanqing merely raised his wrist lazily, the crimson sword drawing a half-circle in front of him.
The cyan-gold lightning struck the sword arc, and melted away like ice thrown into a sea of fire, without even stirring a single strand of hair at his temple.
The masked man looked at Yue Zhengyuan's angry yet mocking face, saying nothing yet seemingly saying everything, his pupils under the mask slightly contracting.
He composed himself, his fingertips rapidly forming hand seals. The bulging eyes on his mask seemed to rotate halfway, and nine layers of Xuanbing Shield immediately appeared in front of him. Each shield was condensed with the chilling aura of ten-thousand-year-old Xuanbing Ice, enough to freeze the spiritual power of an ordinary cultivator undergoing tribulation.
But the swordsman didn't change his move at all; his longsword slashed down with a sharp whistling sound that tore through the void.
The crimson sword light was like a falling sun. The Nine-Layered Profound Ice Shield exploded into a sky full of ice mist the moment it made contact with the shield, and the three star array flags behind it were also shattered by the aftershock.
The masked man was terrified, but he dared not stop, rapidly forming hand seals.
The entire mountain suddenly trembled violently, and a clear, spring-like blue-gold light surged from the deep ravines that cracked the ground, transforming into thousands of guardian birds with flowing wings, which frantically pounced on Le Zhengyuanqing.
These divine birds, formed by the array, cried out and spread their sharp wings, but when they came within three feet of the sword cultivator, they were burned to ashes by the raging flames emanating from his body, leaving not even a wisp of smoke behind.
"Too slow." Yue Zhengyuan's voice was filled with thunderous rage as he casually thrust out his longsword.
That sword strike lacked any skill; it was simply an extreme burst of pure rage and sword intent compressed to the extreme.
The space within the barrier was distorted by this seemingly effortless sword strike, creating ripples that even caused the solid ground to undulate.
With a gentle flick of his sword, Yue Zhengyuan sliced off a piece from the tip of the nearest array flag.
The flag burst into flames the moment it slipped, igniting the pillars of the thousand-year-old lightning-struck wood.
The defensive array's core, like a punctured paper lantern, emitted a series of crisp cracking sounds before collapsing with a deafening roar.
The eyes behind the demon mask trembled slightly as the array base crumbled, flashing a look of panic, and the fingers that were as steady as Mount Tai trembled for the first time.
He attempted to detonate the final killing formation hidden in the mountain's belly, but was pierced by the sword energy unleashed by Yue Zhengyuanqing, which struck first despite being delayed.
A sword mark, about ten feet wide, stretched from the mountaintop to the bottom, completely incinerating all the array bases along the way with the scorching sword intent.
When the crimson sword light struck again, it was aimed directly at the natal array plate that the masked man had summoned.
The powerful sword energy carried an aura of destruction, seemingly capable of turning everything to dust.
Sensing danger, the masked man hurriedly put away the array plate in front of him and casually cast down another defensive barrier.
But the sword energy was too ruthless, rushing through the defenses as if it were empty, and crashing into the ghost mask on his face.
The elaborate ghost mask was finally pierced by a crack, and then shattered into pieces.
The sword's edge stopped before his throat, the scorching sword energy causing his disheveled sideburns to curl up.
As Zhen Xiu gazed at Le Zhengyuan's burning black eyes, which were filled with rage, he tasted the flavor of "despair" for the first time in the state of mind of the ruthless path.
“You are not from this world,” the array cultivator affirmed.
Le Zhengyuan lowered his eyelids slightly, and the long sword in his hand vanished without a trace.
"You are the same."
The mountain breeze outside the barrier remained gentle, but everything within Lingyin Peak, a place of natural beauty and spiritual energy, had been reduced to ashes. Only the lingering echo of that crimson sword light still spoke of the unparalleled sharpness of the Path of Wrathful Swords.