I AM UNPARALLELED
Chapter 132 - Walking Out of the Light of the Sword
His confidence, arrogance, and calmness disappeared in an instant.
His hand that was holding the wine pot shook.
Shimmering and aromatic wine spilled.
But he didn't realize it at all.
The middle-aged man gulped, his heart turning cold.
In his eyes, the world of swords had become extremely vast and boundless.
Clangs!
A beam of sword energy shot out and occupied the center of this world.
It was so beautiful, making the sun, moon, and stars into its foil.
The middle-aged man muttered, "Three thousand years ago, Father once challenged an immortal being. He used all his strength and slashed down with his sword. It split the sky and attracted the attention of every living being in the world... This sword and that sword are similar."
"Was this originally executed by Dad?"
The middle-aged man said that the Millennium Sword God had benefited from it.
But honestly, he respects and loves his father. Even though he knew that his father was dead, he still wanted to find his corpse and obtain his father's Flying Sword Technique.
He wanted to personally execute that sword technique as a tribute to his Father whom he had longed for so much. But who would have thought that a sword move similar to his father suddenly appeared before his eyes?
The middle-aged man was panting.
"Who is this?"
"Who imitated my father?"
"This movement is great, but I've surpassed my father. Your sword style is ridiculous in my eyes."
"I am the successor of the way of the sword. I'm invincible with my sword!"
The middle-aged man roared long. Strictly, he released all his strength. The sword energy that surged out from his back was like boiling seawater.
The sea of sword energy!
The explosion! The explosion! The explosion!
The middle-aged man flew through the air. Behind her appeared a wave of sword energy that was even larger than the wave that Princess Yulin had just set into motion.
The middle-aged man wanted to cut off the incoming sword movements. He attacked with anger. The soaring sword energy condensed into a terrifying great sword.
That wide sword seemed to be connected to the sky itself cut down.
It was a shocking sight.
The captive Princess Yulin turned his head in surprise.
He looked at the middle-aged man, confused.
He was the only one on the empty beach.
Why did he suddenly become so angry that he made such a frightening move?
Princess Yulin could not see what the middle-aged man looked like. The mastermind behind all this was Lin Jiufeng.
He stood far away from the array formation and observed the scene calm down from where he stood.
What the middle-aged man saw earlier was only a fleeting glance from Lin Jiufeng mixed with a wisp of his sword aura.
It was reflected in the middle-aged man's eyes.
Lin Jiufeng did not expect him to be so agitated that he immediately went berserk.
The wide sword condensed from countless terrifying sword energies instantly collapsed.
Kra! Kra! Cracks!
Air vibrates.
Although the middle-aged man had no idea that Lin Jiufeng-doer was so close to him, he was sure that he was right to slash towards the direction where he saw the sword energy.
"Who dares to say that they are invincible in front of me?" The middle-aged man was very confident.
Once his greatsword landed, he would crush any opponent who dared to stand before him.
Unfortunately, Lin Jiufeng remained indifferent.
He simply stretched out his hand and imitated the way the middle-aged man dealt with Princess Yulin.
He used his finger as a sword.
It instantly slashed.
The explosion!
Lin Jiufeng's sword energy became an 'unmatched' meaning'.
That aggressive and imposing sword instantly broke in two. Each step he took was extremely powerful, causing the entire bay to tremble. The middle-aged man's vital energy and blood were chaotic. "You...." He pointed towards Lin Jiufeng, wanting to say something. The middle-aged man did not mention the outcome of the battle. His father must look exactly like him now.
As the sword split into two, the middle-aged man spurted out a huge mouthful of blood and retreated over ten steps.
Ta! Ta! Ta! Ta!
Veins protruded on his skin, making him look terrifying.
But in the next moment, he vomited another mouthful of blood. The middle-aged man looked towards Lin Jiufeng. Despair swirled in his eyes.
He still did not see who attacked him.
He only saw a faint figure. The figure that came out from the sword light.
Then, the figure casually slashed.
That figure defeated him just as easily as he defeated Princess Yulin.
The defeat he had just suffered made the middle-aged man recall something.
3,000 years ago, his father performed a sword style that shocked the world.
His father fought against the immortals.
Because the results are cruel.
His father suffered a crushing defeat!
The sword that shocked the world was nothing in the eyes of the immortal.
In the blink of an eye, it was all over.
He clearly recalled the scene of his father being beaten until he vomited a lot of blood.
Therefore, he raised his head and looked at Lin Jiufeng who was exiting sword light.
His red eyes were filled with horror.
What he felt right now must be similar to what his father felt back then, right?
Bathed in sword light, Lin Jiufeng entered into the formation.
But the formation could not hurt him.
Princess Yulin could not see it either.
Only the middle-aged man could see it.
He was laid on the ground in a pool of his own blood.
His aura was completely gone, like a dying patient he was begging for mercy.
Lin Jiufeng's face was covered by the sword light, making her look even more mysterious flat.
He looked at the middle-aged man who was kneeling down and said, "Let go of Princess Yulin."
"Who are you?" The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and raised his head with all his might.
Although his eyes hurt from staring at the dazzling sword light, he forcibly opened his eyes, wanting to see Lin Jiufeng's true appearance.
But from the beginning to the end, he still could not see Lin Jiufengs true appearance.
In front of Lin Jiufeng, he was similar to a clown.
"Let go of Princess Yulin. Because of your father, the Millennium Sword God, I will save your life. Do you agree?" Lin Jiufeng asked calmly.
"..." - ".The middle-aged man was panting. In the end, he lowered his head. "I agree!"
Lin Jiufeng nodded in satisfaction and turned to leave.
From start to finish, he did not make any big or powerful moves. He simply used his finger as a sword and cut the sword into pieces.
The sword world that the middle-aged man saw was built by Lin Jiufeng alone. After agreeing to release Princess Yu Lin, Lin Jiufeng did not make another move. He walked out from the sword light and hid himself once more.
He took every illusion he imagined and returned the middle-aged man's senses to the real world.
A beautiful bay, surging waves, and an old-fashioned thatched hut.
The scene was indeed beautiful, but it was ruined by a middle-aged man lying in a pool of his own blood.
"So everything is just an illusion .." The middle-aged man realized and was shocked.
He finally understood his father's despair after the battle between him and eternity was over.
The middle-aged man used his final strength to disperse the formation that was suppressing Princess Yulin.
The explosion!
Princess Yulin broke through the seawater and soared into the sky.
His clothes dried immediately.
He looked at the severely injured middle-aged man with a suspicious look.
He approached her and asked, "Who has managed to hurt you to that extent?"
"Bring me to the Yuhua God Dynasty, I will obey ...". The middle-aged man begged weakly.
What had just happened was the harsh acceptance of reality towards the successor of the arrogant sword path.
Princess Yulin was confused, understandably, as she had no idea what had just happened.
But he still carried the middle-aged man with his back to the Yuhua God Dynasty.