50: Chapter 50 The Sword Arrives! The Drunken Sword Immortal VS the National Preceptor of Yankang

Outside Fallen God Valley, the flames of war had burned the twilight into a blood-red hue.

The steel torrent that the Yankang Army prided itself on was now encountering an unprecedented blockade.

It wasn't because the opposing side had many troops, but simply because—several "crippled" old men were standing there.

"Hahahaha! Satisfying! Satisfying!"

The Butcher's upper body was bare, his sturdy muscles gleaming with a bronze luster under the firelight.

He had no lower body, yet he danced two meat cleavers into two impenetrable wheels of silver light.

He was like a crazed spinning top, charging recklessly into the dense swarm of mechanical spiders.

Snap!

Snap!

That incomparably hard, refined steel that not even heavy crossbows could pierce was as fragile as tofu under the Butcher's blades.

As the blade light flashed, the massive mechanical beasts disintegrated instantly, the cut surfaces as smooth as a mirror.

"Is this the so-called Yankang Reform? The iron gadgets are made quite intricately, but this 'Dao' is too fragile!"

The Butcher laughed wildly while even finding time to fish a piece of raw meat from his waist and stuff it into his mouth to chew.

On the other side, the old painter, "Deaf Man," stood on high ground, his brush moving like a dragon or snake.

He painted mountains, and high mountains rose from the flat ground beneath the Yankang Army, overturning the heavy cavalry.

He painted water, and instantly, waves surged across the plain, drowning the Divine Machine Battalion's cannons.

He painted thunder, and purple lightning dragons fell like rain, shattering the protective shields of the airships in the sky.

Meanwhile, Blind Man stood at the edge of the battlefield holding a bamboo staff.

He seemed idle, but in reality, every strike of his staff precisely shattered the "Formation Eye" of the Yankang Army's Formation.

This caused the originally smoothly operating military Formation to instantly paralyze.

"This... is this the foundation of The Great Ruins?"

Ling Yuxiu, clinging to Ye Xiu's back, looked at these elderly, disabled men who might normally be shunned by others.

At this moment, they were slaughtering her proud royal army like demons, and her worldview completely collapsed.

"Girl, don't blink."

Ye Xiu gently placed Ling Yuxiu behind a relatively safe boulder and reached into his robe to pull out a bronze mask.

The mask was ferocious and archaic, carved with an expression that seemed to be both crying and laughing, exuding a mysterious Aura from ancient times.

"What are you going to do?"

Ling Yuxiu grabbed his sleeve.

"Those old guys are fierce, but they are old after all, and their stamina is limited. Besides..."

Ye Xiu put on the mask, revealing only a pair of eyes as deep as the starry sky, his voice becoming low and hoarse.

"The real trouble hasn't made a move yet."

He pointed to the very back of the Yankang fleet, at the pure gold flagship that had remained motionless but exuded an Aura that made the world change color.

"I'll be right back."

"Help me warm a pot of wine. When the wine is hot, that will be the day the enemy army is defeated."

"Swish!"

Ye Xiu's figure flickered, and he instantly disappeared from the spot.

When he reappeared, he was already at the very front of the battlefield, facing the Yankang Army's most elite "Divine Strategy Vanguard Battalion" all by himself.

This vanguard battalion was led by three generals at the Peak of the Seven-Star Realm, followed by three thousand heavily armored troops holding rune giant shields, armed to the teeth.

"Who goes there! State your name!"

The leading Yankang vanguard general, Wang Hu, held a massive mountain-splitting axe.

Seeing the masked, unarmed (his sword was in its scabbard) freak in front of him, he roared angrily.

Ye Xiu did not speak.

He just tilted his head slightly, his gaze beneath the mask carrying a hint of laziness.

He slowly raised his right hand, pointing his fingers to form a sword, and gently swiped at the iron-barrel-like vanguard Formation.

"Mount Shu · Sword Control Technique."

"Hum—!!"

A clear sword hum seemed to come from beyond the Nine Heavens.

The demon-slaying dragon sword on Ye Xiu's back did not unsheathe, but the air around him instantly solidified.

Immediately after, tens of thousands of invisible Sword Qi appeared out of thin air!

These Sword Qi were no longer the illusory shadows from before; with the addition of the Dao Palace Great Perfection and the Five Qi,

Each Sword Qi condensed into a tangible cyan-gold crystal, the sword tips spitting out heart-stopping cold light.

"Go."

Ye Xiu spat out a single word.

"Boom!"

The sky full of cyan-gold sword rain, like a roaring angry dragon, carried an unstoppable Aura and instantly crashed into the Divine Strategy Vanguard Battalion!

"Pfft pfft pfft pfft!"

"Clang clang clang!"

What rune giant shields, what Protective Aura.

In front of this mixed Sword Qi containing the "Sharpness of Lung Metal" and the "Yin of Kidney Water," everything was as fragile as thin paper.

The Sword Qi pierced through shields, pierced through armor, pierced through the Physical Body.

"Ah! My hand!"

"What kind of sword technique is this?! Unstoppable! It's unstoppable!"

In just one encounter.

The weapons of those three thousand elite heavy armored soldiers all snapped, their armor shattered, and everyone was blown back dozens of feet by the Sword Qi.

Although Ye Xiu held back and didn't take their lives, they had clearly lost their combat capability for the time being.

This scene couldn't help but make the soldiers in front terrified.

It also attracted the attention of a certain big shot in the rear.

That was the State Preceptor of Yankang.

"What a fine sword technique. I didn't expect such an expert to be in this The Great Ruins. You all step back!"

As the saying goes, once an expert makes a move, you know if they are real.

Facing Ye Xiu's fierce attack.

The State Preceptor naturally knew that the people in front couldn't stop him.

Although making a move now disrupted the plan a bit.

But it was imminent, and he had to act!

"Sword, come!"

With a low roar, a silver light erupted from the far rear of the legion.

It formed a giant sword in the air, pointing directly at Ye Xiu!

"Well come!"

"Watch my Ten Thousand Swords Art!"

Ye Xiu certainly didn't want to just cut down minions; he made such a big scene precisely to draw out the State Preceptor behind.

The opponent started with a killing move, so Ye Xiu didn't need to be polite with him either.

Let him experience our full-firepower Ten Thousand Swords Art!

"Boom—!!!"

Two completely different Sword Intents clashed violently in mid-air.

On one side was Ye Xiu's overwhelming, cyan-gold sword rain like an inverted Milky Way, carrying the endless vitality of the Dao Palace Five Qi and the wild, unrestrained nature of the Wine Sword Immortal.

On the other side was the State Preceptor of Yankang's silver giant sword.

It carried no smoke or fire, precise, cold, as if it were the most accurate ruler in the world, wanting to re-measure this chaotic world.

"Clang clang clang clang clang!"

The dense sound of metal clashing rang through the clouds, the frequency so fast it merged into a single line, making people's eardrums ache.

At the center of that collision, space seemed to be shredded.

Countless sparks splashed out, and every spark that landed melted a bottomless hole into the hard rock.

"What a Ten Thousand Swords Art!"

The State Preceptor of Yankang, Jiang Baigui, remained motionless, still sitting steadily in the Void Realm.

But in his wise eyes, countless tiny runes were flashing crazily.

That was him calculating.

In his field of vision, Ye Xiu's seemingly chaotic Ten Thousand Swords Qi.

The trajectory, force, and angle of every sword were instantly parsed by him into countless data streams.

"Coiling Sword Style!"

The State Preceptor flicked his finger.

The silver giant sword instantly disintegrated, turning into countless silver counting rods, constructing a miniature silver landscape in the air.

This landscape was seamless, and it actually precisely blocked the path of every one of Ye Xiu's Sword Qi!

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

Ye Xiu's Flying Sword was like hitting a precise large net; no matter how it charged left or right, it was locked tightly by the silver counting rods and couldn't move.

"Is this the Yankang Reform? Turning sword techniques into math problems?"

Seeing this, Ye Xiu hooked his lips into an arrogant smile beneath the mask.

He suddenly looked up, and although he didn't have a wine gourd, he seemed to be drinking the heroism of the world.

"Since you want to calculate, then I'll let you calculate enough!"

"Change Formation! Heaven Round and Earth Square, Chaos and Disorder!"

Ye Xiu's sword finger changed, and the thousands of Sword Qi that were originally locked suddenly trembled violently.

"Hum!"

Every Sword Qi actually instantly split into two, two split into four!

And this time, they didn't follow straight trajectories, but like drunken swimming dragons.

Up and down, fast and slow, completely breaking the shackles of physical rules!

And the real killing move was the Dragon soul hidden on the demon slaying sword!

"Roar!"

Seeing Ye Xiu's sword was about to be blocked.

But then a golden light flashed.

The Dragon soul suddenly appeared above the State Preceptor's head, and without warning, it slapped down with a dragon claw!