Alright, it's your turn to take my sword strike!

They struggled desperately, but could only kneel on one knee, blood gushing from their mouths, completely incapacitated.

If not treated immediately, the patient will die from the severity of the injuries.

Ying Changqing deflected the incoming longsword.

The longsword flew toward its master, Su Muyu, with great force.

Su Muyu is a peak expert in the Land Immortal Realm.

Those two assassins were only beginners in this realm, and their strength was vastly different.

He simply unfolded the umbrella, and with a flick of his wrist, he caught the flying sword steadily.

After catching the longsword, Su Muyu did not relax.

He frowned as he stared at the two incapacitated assassins.

Then, Su Muyu shouted to the three assassins fighting Yan Fei and Nangong Pu She in the distant forest, "Retreat!"

"Ying Changqing wasn't injured at all, which is completely different from what the employer said!"

Before he finished speaking, he immediately retreated, preparing to leave, completely disregarding whether the three assassins had heard him.

"Now that we're here, we can't leave."

If anyone dares to assassinate him, he will not let them leave.

He immediately changed his technique and slammed his fist on the ground.

In an instant, a massive stone wall rose from the ground, completely blocking Su Muyu's escape route.

Su Muyu looked at the stone wall that had suddenly appeared, a bitter smile appearing on her lips beneath the mask.

He knew that getting away would be very difficult.

"Since we can't leave, we have no choice but to fight for our lives."

Su Muyu took a deep breath, and when she opened her eyes again, her gaze was as cold as frost.

At the same time, the umbrella in his hand began to spin rapidly.

He decided to use his strongest move—the Eighteen Swords Formation.

This sword formation is bizarre and ruthless, designed specifically for killing, and is extremely powerful, aiming to kill with a single blow.

He once used this sword formation to become famous throughout the martial arts world and was renowned in Beili.

Faced with the immense pressure from Ying Changqing, the third prince of the Qin Empire, he immediately used his trump card!

"Is this the legendary Eighteen Swords Formation?"

Ying Changqing stared at the eighteen swords surrounding Su Muyu and said in a low voice.

The sword formation could significantly enhance the user's strength, which greatly interested Ying Changqing.

Unfortunately, the Yin-Yang School only studies the arts of Yin and Yang and has never come into contact with sword formations, so this is the first time Ying Changqing has seen a sword formation today.

Even if he had mastered the Great Dao Unity Technique, he could still set up the Eighteen Sword Formation at a glance.

However, this sword formation requires eighteen weapons as a trigger, and Ying Changqing currently only has the Qiuli Sword.

"I need to collect more famous swords in the future, just in case."

Thinking of this, Ying Changqing closed his eyes.

"Buzz—"

Suddenly, a deep hum resounded throughout the world, as if a god had descended.

Then, a faint golden light emanated from Ying Changqing's body, enveloping him.

The golden light grew stronger.

A colossal, ethereal god, clad in golden armor and towering like a mountain, appeared behind Ying Changqing.

This is the Dharma form he condensed when he cultivated the Giant Spirit Illusion Technique.

When the Dharma form was fully formed, Ying Changqing suddenly opened his eyes, which were burning with golden flames.

Su Muyu simultaneously drew eighteen longswords and set up a sword formation.

"This is the Giant Spirit Dharma Form; it possesses limitless power!"

Ying Changqing was secretly amazed, and then raised his hand to clench it tightly.

The giant behind him immediately took action.

The giant suddenly stretched out his right arm and pierced through the mountainside next to him.

Under Su Muyu's horrified gaze, he forcefully cleaved the mountain peak in two and held it in his palm!

A majestic image of a Buddha, radiating golden light, transformed the mountain peak into a sharp sword.

This scene was completely beyond Su Muyu's imagination.

The power to forge a hundred-meter-high peak into a divine weapon is truly awe-inspiring.

"This is the power of a terrestrial deity; even with all my strength, I can't unleash even a tenth of it."

"I am the most outstanding young assassin in the Dark River Assassin Organization, but there is a huge gap between me and Ying Changqing."

"What kind of unparalleled genius is Ying Changqing?"

Su Muyu's eyes were filled with horror. He rubbed his eyes, unable to believe what he was seeing, and even began to doubt his own existence.

This scene was extremely impressive.

Su Muyu wasn't the only one who was shocked.

Jing Ni and Zhou Zhiruo, who were watching the battle from a distance, and Zhengang, who was observing the Dark River Organization's actions from even further away, all gasped in shock.

The nearly 100-meter-tall golden giant and the giant sword formed from half a mountain peak made everyone realize for the first time how insignificant they were.

Young Master Ying Changqing's strength was unfathomable; he was not seriously injured at all, unlike what Gan Luo had imagined.

The Dark River Organization's operation is doomed to failure, and they may even be completely wiped out. There's no need to wait and see.

Zhen Gang immediately turned and left, wanting to report the message to the Prime Minister as soon as possible.

Although Su Muyu was shocked, she did not sit idly by and wait for her fate.

Holding the Rainbow Sword in his right hand, seventeen slender swords spun rapidly behind him, gleaming with a blood-red light, their killing intent soaring to the heavens.

He immediately bent his knees and exerted force, rushing towards Ying Changqing like an arrow. The ground beneath his feet cracked open as he approached at an extremely fast speed.

Seventeen blood-red blades flew out simultaneously, stabbing at Ying Changqing from various tricky angles.

"Ding ding ding..."

The sound of metal clashing continued as all seventeen blood-red blades were blocked by Ying Changqing's Dharma form.

Su Muyu held the sword with both hands and thrust it with all her might towards Faxiang's forehead.

Ying Changqing wanted to test the power of the Eighteen Swords Formation, so he did not dodge and let the attacks hit him.

However, Su Muyu's attacks were completely unable to break through the Dharma Image's defenses and were all blocked.

Seeing that her all-out attack had failed, Su Muyu immediately retreated, creating distance, and watched Ying Changqing warily.

Ying Changqing stared at the cracks on the giant god's image, cracks caused by the seventeen flying blades and Su Muyu's sword.

He nodded in satisfaction.

Sword formations are a top-tier method of combat, and no sword formation should be underestimated.

The power of this attack was no less than that of Zhao Huangchao, who was at the half-step Celestial Realm, and its intensity was even greater.

Ying Changqing became even more interested in the sword formation.

If you have the chance, you should definitely learn a few sword formations; it's a great way to defeat enemies of a higher level.

Ying Changqing looked at Su Muyu.

His eyes were cold and emotionless, looking down at her like a god.

"The Eighteen Swords Formation is indeed powerful; it's a move that can kill with a single blow."

"Now, I also have a sword, a sword that can split mountains, cleave the earth, destroy cities, and sever rivers."

"Catch it!"

As Ying Changqing finished speaking, the giant divine image behind him shone brightly with platinum light, exuding an imperial majesty.

The colossus immediately raised the mountain sword and thrust it fiercely into the sky.

"cut!"

In a flash, the sword in Faxiang's hand slashed down with even greater ferocity and supreme majesty.

Its momentum is like a celestial river bursting its banks, vast and boundless.

The sword has not yet arrived, but its momentum has already been formed.

A violent shockwave swept around, bending all the towering ancient trees.

Su Muyu stared at the colossal sword that blotted out the sky, her eyes twitching violently, and a bitter smile appeared on her lips.

"Is this what they mean by brute force overcoming all obstacles? It's utterly despairing!"

His first reaction was to run away.

Unfortunately, his body was bound by invisible shackles and he was completely unable to move.

He knew perfectly well that the pressure was caused by the force of Ying Changqing's sword strike.

Locked in by the sword's momentum, he had no choice but to take the blow head-on.

Behind him, seventeen blood-red flying blades spun rapidly, their blades becoming indistinct.

Su Muyu's rainbow sword pointed straight at the sky.

"Break the Eighteen Swords Formation!"

The seventeen flying swords behind Su Muyu and Su Muyu himself transformed into the last sword, instantly merging into one.

The two merged into one, colliding fiercely with Ying Changqing's world-destroying sword strike.

"boom!"

A deafening roar echoed through the sky.