Chapter 7: You will die under this sword!

  Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding...

  The two figures flashed up and down, momentarily crossing each other in a flurry of movement.

  The sound of two swords clashing had barely faded when suddenly—

  "Sparkle!"

  A crisp cracking sound echoed throughout the sky. Immediately afterwards, the entire forest fell into complete silence.

  "Humming..."

  Mo Bei's hand, that long sword body, was still trembling constantly. Then, with a "ka" sound, the long sword actually broke, cut off by the opponent!

  "Hmm...hmm..."

  A series of urgent gasps for breath came from behind, Mo Bei turned around to look.

  As his line of sight dictated, the Swordsman of South Mountain knelt down on one knee with his back to Mo Bei, his spiritual sword stuck in the ground, and fine beads of sweat seeped out from his forehead, sliding down his cheeks.

  Nan Shan Jian Ke's face turned pale as paper, his breathing was rapid, and his eyes were filled with shock. His voice trembled as he said:

  "This... this is not the Pinnacle Sword Art... any sword within the sword art... This is..."

  "The sixth sword, water dripping through stone." A calm voice came from behind Mo Bei.

  Upon hearing these words, the pupils of the Southern Mountain Swordsman gradually enlarged, becoming empty and dull, with his vitality visibly draining away at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. A hint of a relieved smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

  "Three have been killed, one remains!"

  Then Mo Bei walked over and picked up the long sword of Nan Shan Jian Ke. The sword emitted endless faint light, extremely sharp, and slowly said:

  "Good sword, good sword, today you belong to me!"

  "King Jing'an, King Jing'an, you will die under this sword!"

  Mo Bei raised his head, his eyes sharp and piercing as he gazed out at the eastern sky ablaze with flames. The next moment, he was like a hunting leopard, agilely disappearing into the darkness without a trace.

  The entire Mo family has turned into a sea of flames, with towering firelight illuminating the entire night sky in a bloody red hue.

  Cries of killing and wailing voices are endless.

  In Mo's household, corpses littered the fields, blood flowed like rivers, and the entire scene was as if it were a human hell, a tragic sight beyond words.

  On the top of a boulder in front of Mo's house, a middle-aged man wearing a Chinese robe and brocade clothes stood with his hands behind his back. His eyes were moving around, looking at all directions, his face was gloomy, as if he was waiting for something. He muttered to himself:

  "I wonder if Dog King and his two companions will finish off that insignificant Mo family?"

  Is this person King Jingan or who?

  At this moment.

  Bang!

  A loud crash came from the door, and the gate was violently pushed open. King Nanjing frowned and looked over.

  A blood-soaked guard stumbled in, looking terrified, and stuttered: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please leave quickly!"

  "Whoosh!"

  Before his words had fallen, King Jing'an's hand rose and fell, the cold blade flashing across the neck of this guard.

  Before the guard could react, his head had already fallen to the ground.

  "Careless and sloppy, what a mess." The King of Jing'an's eyebrows gradually relaxed, killing people as easily as killing chickens, without any concern!

  Suddenly, a fierce and murderous intent burst forth from the doorway, filling the air with a bloody stench.

  "Huh!?" King Jing'an subconsciously turned his head to look over.

  Dawn breaks!

  A figure appeared silently at the door, and no one knew when it had arrived.

  This person was covered in blood, emitting a strong bloody smell, with endless killing intent revealed in his eyes, like a demon god.

  Only that sword, yet dripping with blood unstained!

  "Mo Bei!" As soon as he saw the blood-covered face clearly, King Jing'an's eyebrows instantly rose, revealing a hint of surprise and a slight exclamation.

  Mo Bei walked in step by step, like the god of death, step by step approaching King Jing'an. The sword tip pointed at King Jing'an from afar, and a cold aura spread through the air. He said slowly:

  "Kill you, and I will be free from worldly troubles! Only then can I truly live!"

  "Hahaha!" Upon hearing this, King Jing'an let out a cold, maniacal laugh. The surprise in his eyes turned into a fierce glare as he gritted his teeth and said: "You insignificant mortal, daring to oppose me? You don't know the heavens are high and the earth is thick!"

  "Boastful words will not save you! When I strike you down with one sword, we'll see if you can still utter such words!"

  Mo Beileng let out a cold hum, his expression icy, endless killing intent seemingly pouring into the Qingfeng sword, the spiritual sword in his hand singing a continuous melody!

  The atmosphere suddenly tightened into a line!

  "Die!"

  King Jing'an let out a thunderous roar, his eyes bursting with icy killing intent. With his right hand grasping the knife, he strode forward like a shooting star and slashed down at Mo Bei from mid-air!

  This sword is called Seven Stars, it's the most precious treasure under heaven!

  The knife wind howls, rustling and whistling!

  The blade's speed was incredibly fast, bursting out a curved knife edge in the void, and slashing down fiercely. If he were to be hit, Mo Bei would certainly lose his head!

  Mo Bei's face remained unchanged, but his eyes flashed with a sharp light. He took a step back and suddenly dodged to the side, counterattacking with a swift stroke of his hand.

  A cold sword's blade cuts through the night sky at dawn!

  "Ding!"

  A loud clanging sound of golden spears striking suddenly rang out.

  The two of them clashed here, and after a dozen or so moves in the blink of an eye, Mo Bei continuously changed his swordsmanship several times, but in the end, that King Jing An was indeed superior, and his strength was not enough.

  The blades clashed together, sparks flying everywhere, shining like a silver flower in bloom!

  "Hmm...hmm..."

  King Jing'an's face suddenly changed, and he felt the intense power of the knife edge rebounding, causing his tiger mouth to numb. The steel knife flew out of his hand, spinning dozens of times in mid-air before fiercely stabbing into the bluestone!

  Before Jing'an Wang could react, a loud shout was heard beside his ear.

  "Dripping water penetrates the stone!"

  Suddenly, a bloody wind blew in my face!

  He looked down subconsciously and saw that in front of him was empty space, suddenly dozens of light spots appeared.

  Mo Bei's sword burst out in a frenzy of stabbing motions, converging into a sheet of sword rain. Dozens of sword silhouettes flashed by, all their tips piercing the same point in mid-air!

  "Oh no!"

  The terrifying killing intent caused Jing An Wang's heart to tremble and his face to change greatly.

  "Die!"

  Mo Bei Zhen let out a loud shout, and those dozens of sword shadows all pierced into Jing An Wang's chest!

  In that instant, a dazzling light burst forth from King Jing'an's body!

  "Ding!"

  A crisp and ear-piercing crashing sound rang out!

  Mo Bei's body involuntarily retreated five or six steps, his wrist shook violently, and the Ling Sword stirred up more than a dozen sword flowers, dissipating the counterattacking force on the sword. He slightly furrowed his brow, subconsciously narrowing his eyes, and stared intently at King Jing'an in front of him.

  "What is this?"

  At this moment, Jing'an Wang's entire body shone with a brilliant light that was dazzling to behold.

  On the chest of that ray of light shield, a few marks appeared, it was obvious that Mo Bei Fang's sword just now was blocked by this ray of light.

  "Haha," King Jing'an threw his head back and laughed coldly, his voice full of disdain: "I am a descendant of the immortals, I sought out this boulder to make friends with an immortal, did you know? I have the protection of the immortal symbol on me. Do you think you can kill me?"

  "Not even a door!"

  Mo Bei's expression was calm and collected, with his spiritual sword in hand, he swung out a few illusory sword shadows in the air: "What of it?"

  "Although this talisman is a sacred treasure, you are just an ordinary person. I don't believe it, this thing can protect you forever!"

  As soon as the words fell, Mo Bei took another big step forward, charging straight at King Jing'an.

  A cold murderous intent, his body brought up a strong gust of wind that scratched his face, and he rushed straight at King Jing'an!

  "Sand and stones are flying!!"

  Mo Bei's wrist shook violently as he charged, sending sand and rocks flying in all directions, dancing with his sword, blocking out the sky and sun. In an instant, the entire courtyard was covered in a blurry haze. The two figures were instantly engulfed by the endless sand and dust.

  Seeing Mo Bei disappear from his line of sight, King Jing'an's expression changed in shock, just as he was about to move.

  "Dripping water penetrates the stone!"

  All sorts of sword shadows emerged from the sand and dust in all directions, rushing straight towards King Jing'an's vital parts!

  The sword light and shadow thoroughly trapped King Jing'an to death!

  In a brief moment, hundreds of sword shadows crazily stabbed at Jing An Wang's body.

  "Ding ding ding!"

  The latter's body was radiant with a light that spread and rippled, creating waves of disturbance.

  This sword shadow, although for a time unable to tear apart the radiance on Jing'an Wang's body.

  But the sword's power surged out wildly, striking and killing Jing An Wang, who stumbled about in agony. The intense pain from his vital points spread throughout his body, causing cold sweat to cover his forehead.

  The radiance on his body was fluctuating more and more violently, rippling with unceasing waves!

  "Get out, get out!!" King Jing'an was disheveled and furious, tightly gripping his treasured sword. In the swirling sandstorm, he frantically and wildly slashed at the empty air, while rapidly charging forward, trying to escape from the concealing sandstorm.

  "Want to run? Piercing Clouds and Splitting Rocks!"

  Just as Jing'an Wang was about to run out of the range of the sandstorm, suddenly—

  A sword flower suddenly bloomed in the void before him.

  These sword shadows, like a string of venomous snakes, shot straight at the door. King Jing'an was shocked and subconsciously jumped back three or four steps, barely dodging three swords that stabbed at his vitals.

  "Ding ding ding ding!!" More than twenty collisions sounded in a row, and more than twenty sword shadows were left, like raindrops, piercing the body of King Jing'an.

  "Get out!" The Jing'an King's heart skipped a beat, his face revealing a look of shock. He gritted his teeth and flipped his right hand over, a yellow talisman suddenly appearing in the palm of his hand. With one hand forming a seal, he tightly clenched the yellow talisman in his right fist and struck out at the empty air.

  "Fierce Wind Seal!"

  That yellow talisman suddenly burst into flames and turned into a wisp of black ash.

  In an instant, a strong gust of wind blew! The surrounding dust and dirt were swept into the sky, and disappeared without a trace!

  The sandstorm dissipated, and King Jing'an's line of sight cleared up again. His gaze shifted and fell on Mo Bei, who was covered in blood and blocking the door.

  King Jing'an's hair was disheveled and his magnificent robe was tattered and worn out. At this moment, he was both shocked and enraged, with a terrifying glint in his eyes that seemed to be capable of killing someone!

  "Insignificant little thing, I didn't expect that in just a few short days, your strength would reach this level. It's truly an eye-opener for me, but..."

  King Jing'an took a deep breath and exhaled a mouthful of turbid air. In each of his hands, a yellow talisman appeared. He narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice:

  "Today, don't even think about leaving alive!"

  The sound is still echoing in my ears.

  King Jing'an furrowed his brow and slapped the talisman paper against his chest with his left hand.

  "Ka ka ka!" A blue electric arc instantly appeared in the palm of his left hand.

  "Thunderbolt!"

  King Jing'an pointed at Mo Bei with his hand!

  Suddenly a thunderbolt came down from the sky, this electric arc was as thick as an arm, spreading in the void, and in an instant it struck down, aiming directly at Mo Bei and chopping down fiercely!

  A fierce gust of wind struck, Mo Bei's heart sank suddenly, without looking up at the top, his legs exerted force and heavily stomped on the ground, his body soared into the air with the momentum, rolling in mid-air, dodging sideways.

  "Boom!"

  That thick arm of electricity struck fiercely on the stone lion in front of the mansion.

  Three majestic stone lions, suddenly collapsed and shattered into countless small fragments, scattered everywhere. The head of the stone lion, as big as a bucket, was cut off!

  What an imposing sight, it's breathtaking!