477: Chapter 477 [Ye Chenfeng vs Miao Jin 3] 477: Chapter 477 [Ye Chenfeng vs Miao Jin 3] The sudden change bewildered Ye Chenfeng!
Ripples of confusion appeared in his eyes, and a subtle shift took place in his state of mind.
But in that instant, the knife in Miao Jin’s hand had already thrust fiercely towards him, directly pressuring Ye Chenfeng like a Poison Snake lashing out its tongue.
The falling leaves were but a precursor, the real killing move was the one Miao Jin executed at the same time.
If it were just the leaves transforming into knives and thrusting towards him, Ye Chenfeng surely wouldn’t have been confounded, but at the crucial moment, Miao Jin shattered all the falling leaves.
Miao Jin’s rapid knife skills were already astonishing to the extent of being regarded as Celestial; Ye Chenfeng had no place to dodge.
His head sharply turned aside, yet a puff of blood mist burst from his shoulder.
He was wounded!
In this desperate situation, Miao Jin’s sword technique cultivation rose once again.
Of course, it was Ye Chenfeng who helped him enhance it, Ye Chenfeng who unleashed his potential!
“Hiss hiss!”
Two piercing sounds arose, and Ye Chenfeng’s feet sank deeply into the earth, his body sliding backward, overwhelmed by the destructive force of Miao Jin’s knife.
Naturally, Miao Jin wouldn’t miss this opportunity, his figure moved again, instantly shortening the distance between him and Ye Chenfeng.
The blade’s edge gulped and flickered, a soft humming of the blade resonated, Blade Qi surged violently, and swift as a gale, a net-like barrage of sabre strikes descended sharply on another one of Ye Chenfeng’s shoulders.
Another jet of blood soared out.
Yet the expressions of the two were quite different, Ye Chenfeng, although injured twice in succession, appeared remarkably at ease, while on the other hand, Miao Jin’s countenance grew increasingly grave, as if he were the one who had been injured.
Without a doubt, Ye Chenfeng was the strongest opponent Miao Jin had ever encountered!
Second to none!
“Now it’s getting interesting!” Ye Chenfeng sneered coldly.
Miao Jin discovered that the Ye Chenfeng of this moment differed somewhat from the Ye Chenfeng of just before, as if some kind of transformation had taken place within him.
“Kill!”
Miao Jin roared, the overwhelming killing intent transformed him into a killing sabre!
The sky full of sabre shadows intertwined, composing a peerless murderous melody.
Ye Chenfeng tapped his feet in succession, sidestepping, moving sideways, and leaping deceitfully, cleverly avoiding the blade time after time.
Miao Jin dared not be careless for a moment, achieving Unity of Man and Sabre, the blade following his will.
The piercing sounds of cutting through the air were constant, with sabre light densely woven, rolling out like a whip.
Ye Chenfeng always had a sinister smile at the corner of his mouth, and his body spun like a top, threading through the narrow openings in the blade light with difficulty.
Sabre light flickered, Blade Qi crisscrossed, and one tree after another exploded to pieces.
Miao Jin bore no flashy moves or eye-catching techniques, only sharp and lethal attacks.
In close-quarters combat, Miao Jin gained no advantage, but under his unrivaled blade, Ye Chenfeng was left with no choice but to evade.
“Kill!”
Miao Jin changed his tactics again, abandoning his tricky and vicious style, attacking now with wide and fierce strokes.
As the words fell, the blade rose!
The blade formed a net, crisscrossed and dense, unpredictable in its speed and direction, Miao Jin flew like lightning!
Sabre light and figure, casting a vast expanse of ambiguity!
In an instant, currents like electric arcs enveloped Ye Chenfeng.
Miao Jin advanced, his every move a desperate killing strike!
As if he bore the stance of War God, majestic like a white serpent dragon, invincible against thousands!
In that moment, sabre light swept out like lightning, his cold demeanor commanding the wind and overflowing with killing intent!
Cold edges fluttered, shadows spun, and the life-threatening killing intent struck!
Winds howled, shadows blurred, the body glided, steps hastened, all with a deadly force!
Ye Chenfeng’s figure was ghostly as if enraptured or lost in Zhuangzi’s dreams, every step ingeniously exquisite.
“Hiss hiss hiss…”
After the chaotic surge of Blade Qi, Ye Chenfeng’s clothes were torn, turning his fine garment into a ragged drape.
“But to kill me, it’s still not enough!”
A bloodthirsty arc suddenly graced the corners of Ye Chenfeng’s mouth, his pupils reflecting a crimson hue.
“Tch!”
A streak of black light suddenly appeared, Ye Chenfeng had made his move.
Like lightning tearing through the void, like a long rainbow piercing the sun.
There was only one word to describe Ye Chenfeng’s sword: Fast.
A great wave of killing intent washed over like a tsunami, utterly engulfing Miao Jin.
A startling black glow, like a streak of lightning, spread like mercury pouring down, wrapping a large swath of biting cold that blanketed the sky and covered the ground.
The angle was extremely tricky, the speed was at its utmost limit, and the force was heavier than a thousand jun.
Ye Chenfeng’s blade was beyond Miao Jin’s imagination, somehow it bore an uncanny resemblance to his own Sword Technique, even to the extent that it could be considered a duplication of his own.
However, Ye Chenfeng had copied the spirit, not the form.
Miao Jin had nowhere to dodge, instinctively swinging out both palms.
The next second, the blade edge imbued with an unparalleled ferocity of murderous intent actually vanished between Miao Jin’s own fleshly palms.
Looking at the non-reflective, gloomy black Dragon Fang Evil Blade, Miao Jin felt a cry of sorrow wailing from within.
His heart trembled as a massive force burst forth from his dantian, pumping into his palms.
He actually tried to shatter the Dragon Fang by sheer force.
But suddenly, a gentle, wave-like power progressively radiated from the blade, bizarrely repelling him.
Astonishment and shock were written all over Miao Jin’s face.
“Hum!”
The Dragon Fang hummed, its dark blade suddenly brightening, bursting forth deadly killing intent.
This turn of events caught Miao Jin off guard, his chest cleaved by the blade, pulling a crimson line of blood through the air.
“Still not good enough!”
Ye Chenfeng chuckled as he twisted the blade in his hand, and instantly Miao Jin’s chest wound was further destroyed, a gush of fresh blood spouting incessantly.
Perhaps it was the numbing pain that awakened Miao Jin, causing him to bellow loudly.
A tremendous, unparalleled power emanated from his body, forcefully dislodging the Dragon Fang.
“Pfft!”
Another jet of blood sprayed from the wound on his chest.
“The final move!
To kill you!”
The cold words leaked from Miao Jin’s mouth, as if originating from the Nine Serenities Hell itself, the mere sound causing one’s blood to run cold and hairs to stand on end.
Miao Jin’s ultimate move had arrived!
Yet, Ye Chenfeng not only maintained his composure but even appeared expectant in his eyes, as though he harbored some hope for Miao Jin’s final move.
Miao Jin swung his blade, but the blade moved very, very slowly, slow enough to track with the naked eye.
Those unaware might think Miao Jin’s injuries were severe and his strength greatly diminished.
In reality, the opposite was true, this was when Miao Jin’s aura was at its peak.
What the naked eye could see was already an illusion.
This blade was meant to deceive the eyes and the brain.
It had exceeded the limits of speed; Miao Jin had touched the ultimate realm of the swift blade.
Though this blade seemed as slow as a child’s play, in reality, it was so swift that even Ye Chenfeng couldn’t dodge; he was completely locked in and could only take the hit head-on.
Suddenly, Miao Jin’s blade edge reversed, crashing over like rolling waves, like a wild storm, like Dragon Flies and Phoenix Dances, like the bellowing of the God of Thunder, like the end of days.
The slender blade seemed to pierce through time and space from an ancient era, swift to the extreme!
This blade concentrated all of Miao Jin’s power!
Yes, all of it.
The harmony of yin and yang, blending hardness with softness.
This blade, the perfect union of speed and power, perfect to the point of being unassailable!
Only blood could pay homage to this blade!