Volume 3: The Sword That Shines on the Demon Clan Chapter 145: Evolution of the Sword Pond
Roar! The golden roc let out a high-pitched cry, and it flapped its wings suddenly. A terrible gust of wind came down from the sky with terrifying wind pressure.
In an instant, clanging sounds rang out in the sky, and countless golden blades fell with a bang.
Amid the howling wind, the golden blade in the sword pool turned into golden waves, one after another.
The golden light was surging, the sword energy was surging, and the whole space was shaking as if it was about to collapse.
Amid the golden light, Wang Chen was still in a trance. He could not see the hundreds of thousands of golden blades rushing towards him. He was like a mortal who was stunned by the collapse of the sky.
"The passage is open, Wang Chen, let's go! Wow, so beautiful." Xiao Yao came out of the space at this moment, looking at the rain of light falling from the sky. She was amazed at first, and then turned into fear.
What she was afraid of was not facing the rain of light herself, but fear .
"Go!" she screamed suddenly.
The golden blades in the sky, Xiaoyao's scream, and the playful expression on the face of Emperor Nian in white clothes intertwined together.
Time seemed to pause slightly.
At this moment, Wang Chen slowly raised the sword in his hand.
It seemed that he was raising the sword very slowly, but compared to the rapidly falling rain of swords, the speed at which he was raising the sword was much faster.
It's a mysterious and strange feeling.
Suddenly, the sword pool with a diameter of dozens of feet began to fluctuate violently.
clang!
The piercing clanging sound passed by in a flash, and in the pool of golden waves, countless sharp blades rose into the air.
They were densely packed, like a group of assassins, and they rushed forward to meet the rain of swords from the sky.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The sounds of metal clashing and explosions were heard continuously as two waves of sword rain met in mid-air!
It was like two groups of death warriors confronting each other, not knowing what defense was, fighting with each other for their lives, and dying together.
Just as the first wave of sword rain was shattered, the second waves of sword rain from both sides collided violently in the air.
The third wave!
The fourth wave!
…
In a short period of time, the sword rain from both sides had been suppressed to the ninth wave.
At this time, Jin Peng's sword rain had advanced a very long distance and was only a few dozen feet away from Wang Chen.
At this distance, the sword energy can pierce the opponent in less than a blink of an eye, causing blood to splatter.
The sword rain keeps falling!
"This kid actually evolved a sword pool." The white-clothed Emperor Nian took a breath of cold air. However, when he saw that Wang Chencong had been suppressed by Jin Peng's sword rain, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Jin Peng's sword pool has a total of 7749 waves, each wave is stronger than the last. This kid's sword pool evolution in such a short time is indeed amazing, but if he can't reach 20 waves, he will definitely die..."
At the end of his speech, he looked at Wang Chen, only to see him standing tall in the golden waves with a cold expression.
This was exactly what he hated the most, the feeling of having everything under control.
"Is it my imagination?"
"Why do I feel that his sword pool has become bigger?" The white-clothed Emperor Nian didn't have time to ridicule Wang Chen, but he discovered something unusual.
"It's not an illusion. Not only has the sword pool become larger, but even the flying sword he controls has become stronger!"
"His sword pool is absorbing the sword energy floating between heaven and earth!"
The thousands-year-old Emperor Nian in white was horrified.
If the evolution of the sword pool was still within the scope of Emperor Bai's understanding, then the fact that Wang Chen was able to gather the free sword energy after the sword rain exploded into his own sword pool, just like raindrops gathered in a pool, thereby expanding the sword pool and controlling increasingly powerful flying swords, was beyond his cognition.
With only the comprehension of the Qiankun Sword Art, Wang Chen could at best refine the Qiankun Sword Lotus, but was unable to compete with this sword pool.
If Wang Chen only had the teachings of the Demon Emperor Tongtian but lacked the foundation of controlling the sword lotus, he would never have been able to evolve the Golden Peng's sword pool in such a short time.
What is even more crucial is that the method he has been using to circulate his Qi is the true form of the Tao fruit in the legend and even above the nine heavens!
The Tao is like a general outline. Once it is mastered, it is enough to enhance the power of any martial arts to a higher level. More importantly, the devouring power of the ancestral energy actually allows this sword pool to have the ability to devour free sword energy.
Boom boom boom!
Several more waves of sword rain fell, and the Golden Roc roared madly in the sky, trying to pierce the tiny existence in front of it.
Especially the sword pool around Wang Chen, which made it feel instinctively annoyed as if its skills were being stolen.
At some point, the secret inherited skill in the bloodline of a divine beast was actually comprehended by someone in a short period of time and used to fight against himself.
The golden clouds within a radius of several miles slowly moved and gathered together.
The rain of swords is denser and more intense!
However, Jin Peng instinctively discovered that the opponent's sword rain was becoming more fierce and stronger than his own!
It is the divine beast.
This sword pool is his innate skill.
How could it tolerate someone using it more strongly than it does?
After a series of roars, it was over in an instant.
There was a brief and eerie silence between heaven and earth.
"Forty-eight waves."
The emperor in white stared blankly at the sky and muttered.
That was where the last wave of sword rain dissipated.
It was less than a hundred feet away from Jinpeng, which meant that the situation in the confrontation between the two sword pools had completely reversed.
In the sky, the golden clouds that covered an area of several miles had shrunk to a size of a hundred feet. They were slowly spinning and turning into a golden vortex with golden thunder flashing continuously.
Although this vortex is small, it is dense, as if it has condensed the sword cloud just now into one place.
Roar! Following the sharp cry of the Golden Peng.
In the vortex, seventy-seven forty-nine giant sword energies tangled together, transforming into a huge sword that exuded extremely sharp energy and was dozens of feet wide, which fell to the ground with a bang.
Boom! A wave of sword rain rushed up and dissipated like an ant trying to shake a tree before it even touched the big sword.
"This is Jin Peng's real killer move!" The white-clothed emperor roared in his heart. What Wang Chen showed at this moment made him feel palpitating.
If there is a genius who is better than you, you still want to cultivate him.
The one who may leave you behind in a short time, you just want to destroy him!
"Are you going to die or not?" The emperor in white gritted his teeth.
Raising his hand, Wang Chen's action was simple, but in the eyes of the white-clothed Emperor Nian, it was that familiar sense of mystery that seemed slow but was actually fast.
He remembered that this was the realm that his original body realized after he became a demon king.
With this simple gesture, the pool of golden waves turned into huge waves.
Clang! A golden sword lotus bloomed in the sword pool.
Each petal turned into a giant sword. On each giant sword, one gave birth to two, two gave birth to four, four gave birth to eight, and so on and so forth, turning into countless sword energies that were as condensed as substance.
The Master's Sword Lotus vanished like a dream bubble, but the Reborn Sword Lotus became twice as strong.
From afar, this piece of sword lotus seemed to be walking in the void, or traveling through time and space.
In a flash, it had opened nine times in the air!
The next moment, the golden sword and the sword lotus met in the air.
At the moment when the tip of the sword touched the tip of the sword lotus, all the sounds and even the light around them suddenly disappeared and quickly gathered at the tiny point of contact.
Boom!
Thousands of thunders exploded at the same time.
This is a collision of two extremely powerful energies in the air.
A golden space storm raged, and in the sky, it seemed as if several suns were gathered together, but the dazzling light brought neither warmth nor heat.
It is a storm of sword energy that can cut gold and jade.
The golden giant sword exploded and dissipated bit by bit.
Countless sharp lotus petals melted and shattered.
Amidst the sharp roars that sounded like those of thousands of strange beasts, they faced the terrifying storm.
The sword lotus is blooming again!
Countless sword blades separated from the flower body like petals, and went upstream from the storm. The Golden Roc seemed to have used up all its strength in this giant sword move. Although it flapped its wings to block left and right, it had little effect. While letting out a long, panicked cry, it was drowned by the sword energy.
The golden light was still bursting out, and there were also continuous sounds of explosions and the wailing of the Golden Peng.
Facing the dull eyes of Emperor Nian in white and Xiaoyao's eyes full of stars.
The Sword Lotus style had been defined by the Qiankun Sword Sect as a martial art that could never take shape. It finally took shape in the sword pool, in the hands of Wang Chen!
"Wang Chen, you look like a completely different person now." Xiaoyao looked at the wonders in the sky, with a rare hint of admiration in her voice.
"Really? That's how I look when I get serious! Even I'm scared." Wang Chen grinned.
Xiaoyao was stunned.
