My Sword Intent Can Be Infinitely Improved

Chapter 58: Coming Forth with Ten Thousand Swords

Translator: Daoist6fubtiW

In the mountains, cultivators from the martial world explored one by one following the path given by the Formation Master. They successfully discovered five strongholds of the Evil Blood Cultivation Sect.

Currently, they were engaged in intense battles with the Evil Cultivators.

Led by the four sects and the Martial Suppression Division of Lingshan City, each faction attacked one stronghold of the Evil Cultivators.

The masters of each faction had not yet taken action; it was only disciples below the master level fighting for now. However, even so, each battle scene resembled a natural disaster.

Trees snapped, mountains collapsed, and the earth tore apart… Martial artists of the third grade and above could easily manipulate the environment.

Though the battlefield was temporarily at a standstill, slowly the situation began to change.

A faint red gas emerged in the field. With the appearance of the gas, the previously disadvantaged Evil Cultivators suddenly went berserk.

Their strength surged, and a layer of bloody aura enveloped their bodies. Some hidden Evil Cultivators also joined the fight.

In the blink of an eye, martial artists from all sides found themselves at a disadvantage! Just as they were about to make a move, several figures blocked their path.

In the blink of an eye, martial artists from all sides found themselves at a disadvantage! Just as they were about to make a move, several figures blocked their path.

“Namo Amituofo…” Yuanjie spoke up, his own aura already activated, his cloudy eyes fixed on Tu Baisheng.

“You old fool… Are you joking? Perhaps you should learn from the Buddha and feed yourself to the eagles. Shall I refine you?” Tu Baisheng’s extreme madness seeped through his words, sending shivers down one’s spine.

Laughing, Tu Baisheng unsheathed a large knife from his back. The bloody aura on it seemed to come alive, swirling around the blade.

Threads of bloody aura floated in the air, pulsating like a heartbeat.

Tu Baisheng took a step forward and instantly arrived in front of Yuanjie.

Yuanjie raised his hand and unleashed a palm strike.

There was a vajra-like intention on his palm, accompanied by a layer of Buddha light. The clash of their strikes was akin to two natural enemies colliding.

The moment they made contact, a sizzling sound of annihilation echoed.

Powerful shockvvaves spread out from the center where the two were located.

The surrounding flora and vines were obliterated, and even the trees couldn’t withstand the force, collapsing like harvested wheat.

“Not bad, not bad….”

“Hahaha, old monk, you’re quite something!”

“Then let me see how ‘not bad’ you truly are!”

Tu Baisheng’s state was frenzied. He swung his sword… and then… he kept swinging!

One strike followed another, a grand display, vowing to shatter everything in front of him!

“Bang! Bang! Bang!…”

The bloody intent was attached to his large knife, and Tu Baisheng’s swings were more like smashes!

Yuanjie remained unfazed, the golden Buddha light on him becoming even stronger.

Faced with each of Tu Baisheng’s strikes, he nullified them with a single palm.

The clash between the two created a significant spectacle. The ground at the center had already collapsed.

The shockwaves completely changed the surrounding environment.

A radius of thousands of meters turned into a battlefield.

Each move they made without clashing could easily create a hundred-meter-wide crater, truly terrifying.

Golden light filled the air, and the bloody aura raged.

The intensity of their confrontation caused even those thousands of meters away to clearly feel the earth-shaking.

Martial artists, monks from Xuanshan Temple, and the Evil Cultivators all distanced themselves from the battlefield between the two masters.

They didn’t want to be affected by the shockwaves and be shaken to death.

Yuanjie proactively lured Tu Baisheng away, distancing themselves from the area.

Below the master level, a chaotic battle ensued.

The slaughter had begun; there was nothing more to be said at this moment.

The Evil Cultivators were all extremely crazed, with an overwhelming desire for killing.

Fortunately, the martial artists on this side were not weak.

If their strength was a bit weaker, the imposing aura of the Evil Cultivators alone could have overwhelmed a large area.

Hui Kong was enveloped in Buddha light, fiercely suppressing the Evil Cultivators with his vajra palm strikes.

But the Evil Cultivators were not foolish. When they saw Hui Kong’s formidable strength, they immediately unleashed their power at the Foundation Establishment stage!

Once they reached the Foundation Establishment stage, Hui Kong was in a miserable state, being beaten and suppressed.

Hui Kong remained fearless, even though he was sent flying with each strike, he still stood strong.

He didn’t even spit out a mouthful of blood.

The battle on the battlefield was intense.

The Evil Cultivators were extremely ferocious, or rather, fearless. Their attacks were aggressive and merciless.

Even if they were injured, they would still spray you with their blood.

Initially, the martial practitioners didn’t pay much attention, thinking that aggression was good; the more aggressive they were, the faster they would die.

However, they soon realized that something was wrong. These Evil Cultivators could recover from their injuries!

The martial artists instantly understood that it was the pervasive bloody aura in the air. Not only did the bloody aura enhance the strength of the Evil Cultivators, but it also aided in their injury recovery.

This was extremely bad news for the martial artists! They were not only suppressed in terms of strength but also completely overwhelmed in aura.

Among the martial artists, some had lost their courage.

To go all out against Evil Cultivators who were stronger, unafraid of death, and capable of recovering from injuries?

Just as the battlefield was filled with an extremely tense atmosphere, with the masters of Xuanshan Temple and the Evil Cultivators locked in battle…

Changes occurred in the distant sky. A vast and boundless sword intent, like a river of stars, descended from the outskirts of the Bai Duan Mountains.

This sword intent was too massive, and as it drew closer, its presence became too obvious. Even those currently engaged in battle couldn’t help but glance at

tne SKY.

In just a moment, their minds were overwhelmed.

What is that…

A sword! An endless number of swords!

They resembled a surging wave advancing, obliterating everything in their path!

At the forefront of the endless swords was a figure riding a sword.

At a glance, all one could see was the thousands of swords following him!

Who was that?

“Su Yang… It’s Su Yang!”

As Su Yang got closer, some martial artists immediately recognized him.

In these past few days, Su Yang had already become the most prominent figure in Tianfeng Prefecture’s martial world. Even those who hadn’t seen Su Yang in person had seen his portrait.

For a moment, the martial artists on the battlefield were filled with awe and anticipation, ceasing their attacks momentarily to catch a glimpse of the truth.

Even some first-grade cultivators, the Foundation Establishment-stage monks of Xuanshan Temple, couldn’t help but look up at the sky.

The battle on the battlefield seemed to suddenly cease.

If the martial practitioners were awe-struck, then the Evil Cultivators were filled with dread. Witnessing the endless wave of swords and the figure at the forefront, they felt a bone-chilling fear.

When had they ever witnessed such a scene?

The whole process seemed long, but it only lasted two seconds.

In the next moment, a voice resounded, faint yet echoing throughout the entire battlefield.

“Slaughter!”

“Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!!!”

The wave of swords… moved!

In mid-air, Su Yang stood motionless, and a thousand swords swept past him.

With the swords in full force, they rushed toward the battlefield!

Covering the entire sky, their oppressive presence made it hard to breathe.

Even though the martial practitioners knew that these swords wouldn’t strike them, they couldn’t suppress their instinctive fear.

In the blink of an eye, they heard explosions near them. They turned their heads to look.

The Evil Cultivators who had just fought them were dead.

Impaled on the ground, the trees, the mountains…

Fourth-grade… dead!

Third-grade… dead!

Second-grade… dead!

First-grade… dead!

Some Evil Cultivators reacted swiftly, hurriedly using defensive techniques as their Qi formed a shield in front of them. But they couldn’t withstand even a moment; in an instant, they were pierced by the ethereal swords and impaled. After the wave of swords passed, the battlefield fell into complete silence.

The Evil Cultivators were dead, unable to utter a word.

The martial artists were alive, but they too were unable to speak.

The scene had overwhelmed them to the point that, for a moment, they had lost their ability to form words.

Silence reigned, and one could hear a pin drop..

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