Chapter 924: Sword Wheel

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At the same time that the Blood Sword erupted.

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A low, resonant clang of steel echoed from across the way.

The young man with the surname Fang narrowed his eyes slightly.

The next moment, a brilliant sword light erupted.

Qin Sang's figure vanished, replaced by countless sword lights and sword energy forming a sword wheel, like a full moon, blooming in the astonished gaze of the Fang surname youth.

Now, Qin Sang has cultivated the realm of splitting sword light to great perfection. However, due to his cultivation level, the number of split sword lights is limited, and most are actually disguised as sword qi.

The ebony sword's divided blade light and illusory sword energy intertwined, forming a dazzling sword wheel that was hard to distinguish between real and fake. But its momentum and power were absolutely not false!

After comprehending the splitting of sword light, Qin Sang attempted to fathom the next realm of swordsmanship, "One Sword Array," but he never gained any insight.

In the ancient texts he had collected, it was written that to comprehend this realm, one must arrive at a profound and enigmatic 'qi'. By grasping the true essence of sword qi and sword intent, one could gather thousands of sword lights and conjure sword formations out of thin air.

Qin Sang couldn't see the way in, but he didn't give up. Recalling the sword techniques he had learned on the Sword Path, he pondered and struggled to come up with a weakened version of the Sword Wheel. Not long after, one truly formed ahead.

Although it's not comparable to a genuine sword formation, it is considered a powerful divine ability among cultivators at the Golden Core stage. When sparring with a Golden Core cultivator from the Nether Corpse Sect in the Broken Wind Archipelago, Qin Sang did not use the Sword Wheel, otherwise he could have easily defeated him.

When he comprehends the true meaning of swordsmanship, its power will continue to increase.

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As Qin Sang exerted himself fully, his sword light surged like a vast expanse of blue haze, the sword wheel shone like a full moon illuminating everything, dazzling and irresistible.

Wherever it passed, it was as if nothing could withstand it, its aura was extremely awe-inspiring.

If someone were to see this astonishing sight from afar, they might think that a powerful celestial being had taken action. However, it was all just for show, mostly meant to intimidate.

The young man surnamed Fang knew in his heart that the other party's swordsmanship wasn't as frightening as it seemed, but among cultivators at the Core Formation stage, it was definitely top-tier.

Now, he truly felt the danger.

Buzz buzz...

A young man surnamed Fang suddenly emitted a buzzing sound. Within his insect armor, streaks of purple light flickered and filled the entire shell in an instant, resembling a crystallization of amethyst.

The chirping of insects suddenly became frantic, and a thick purple light exploded, enveloping the young man surnamed Fang. It quickly transformed into a gigantic beetle.

The beetle gleamed with a purple sheen, its back adorned with sharp spikes. Its pincers were as sharp as knives, and it appeared extremely ferocious.

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This is the Purple Crystal Sky Armor...

Qin Sang was startled.

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He had been guessing what kind of natal insect the young man surnamed Fang possessed. Now that he saw the insect manifest, he realized it was the purple crystal sky beetle, ranked tenth on the Witch Insect List.

At this level, spirit worms are all raised by the Wuzhu sects. It's not strange that the young man surnamed Fang, as a core disciple of Heishen Mountain, would have such a natal worm-gu.

The back carapace of the Zi Jing Tian Jia is extremely hard, when transformed into armor, it is considered to be the strongest defensive spirit insect on the Wu Chong list, second only to those rare and exotic insects.

What's most amazing is that raising a Zi Jing Tian Jia is much easier than raising a Qi Chong.

The young man surnamed Fang didn't know how much effort he had put into the Zijin Tiangjia, and it was already in the later stage of the third transformation. After the secret technique transformed into a worm armor, it was probably impossible for even a Pill Formation early-stage cultivator to break through the worm armor, let alone injure the young man surnamed Fang.

No wonder this person was still alive and kicking after being hit by the 《Yileishu》 technique back then. Even though he had been prepared, we can't overlook the credit of this insect armor.

After the Purple Crystal Carapace appeared, its claws retracted and transformed into a purple barrier, firmly protecting the young man surnamed Fang.

At the same time, this person's true essence frantically surged into the blood sword. The bloody sword energy became increasingly powerful, as thick as a giant pillar and with sky-high blood light, it shot straight at the sword wheel.

'Bang!'

After the terrifying collision, visible shockwaves swept in all directions. Beneath them, ancient trees that had stood for countless years were instantly reduced to dust.

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The sword wheel blazed, like a true giant wheel. Blood-colored sword energy was strangled, breaking inch by inch.

The next moment, the sword wheel trembled violently, and the remaining sword light poured out.

The phantom of the Zi Jing Heavenly Armor was engulfed by sword light, only the sounds of howling wind and torrential rain could be heard, with no anguished cries from the Fang surname youth. Qin Sang's eyes narrowed, his figure had already followed close behind the sword wheel, and without hesitation, he struck out fiercely, pressing his hand towards the insect shadow.

'Boom!'

With a deafening boom, a figure flew out, stumbling with each step. It was the young man surnamed Fang.

The young man with the surname Fang looked rather disheveled, but he didn't seem to be physically hurt. The phantom of his Zi Jingtian Armor was just a little more scattered, and the main body of the insect armor seemed to have a few messy, shallow scratches.

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His eyes were fierce, he opened his mouth as if to speak, but suddenly heard a scream. He caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye as his junior brother was sent flying by Qin Sang's sword and then had an arm ripped off by the two-headed hound.

This person was only a mid-stage Core Formation cultivator. Facing the attack of a late-stage Core Formation avatar and a two-headed hound, he had no power to fight back, and couldn't even try to break through and escape.

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"Brother, save me!"

The senior monk cried out, his voice shrill with terror.

The young man with the surname Fang's face kept changing colors. He gritted his teeth, withdrew his gaze, and suddenly turned around and walked away.

He knew his junior brother couldn't hold on for long. Once he died, he would face the siege of three masters. Qin Sang's main body was already no weaker than himself. If they continued to entangle, he was afraid he would be in grave danger.

Unexpectedly, the young man surnamed Fang darted several feet away. In a flash, he was blocked by Qin Sang.

His expression changed, and he immediately changed direction, but he was still easily intercepted by Qin Sang.

After several consecutive attempts, the young man surnamed Fang stopped, staring intently at Qin Sang with a face ashen and heart filled with overwhelming astonishment.

Qin Sang's speed was terrifying.

Although the Fang surname youth was not skilled in escaping techniques, as a peak stage Core Formation cultivator, he believed that cultivators of the same realm would be impossible to stop him. Now he realizes that Core Formation cultivators can also have such terrifying speed.

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Unless Qin Sang is defeated, it will be impossible to escape.

That is indeed the case.

After Qin Sang displayed his Heavenly Demon Transformation, his speed was already among the best among cultivators of the same realm. Coupled with the Nine Dragons Heaven Carriage Talisman, even if he wasn't as powerful as a Nascent Soul ancestor, he wasn't far behind, definitely something the Fang family youth couldn't even dream of catching up to.

Otherwise, given Qin Sang's temperament, he would have already secretly prepared the Lei Jue and struck them hard as soon as they met.

Playing around with the young man surnamed Fang is to test his own character. It seems that decades of hard work have not been in vain.

'Bang!'

The body of another monk was turned into a desiccated corpse, thrown out like old rags.

The two-headed hellhound and his avatar blocked the other directions, giving Qin Sang cover.

Qin Sang's figure paused slightly, her hand gripping the ebony sword as she charged forward once more. The sword wheel reappeared.

Upon seeing this sight.

The young man with the surname Fang understood that things were likely to go badly today.

He couldn't possibly beg for mercy, the only option left was a desperate fight to the death.

The young man surnamed Fang laughed wildly, his natal insect, touched by the master's state of mind, chirped sadly, 'Oooooh.'platform was hollow, with densely packed golden threads of ancient prohibitions appearing on its surface. Inside, it was blazing red.The remaining flames contracted, becoming a single hearth fire. The...