Chapter 457: Rainstorm Sword! (2/2)

Mu Dingyi looked at Li Muyang, and said aloud: “I had always thought I saw through you, but now I realised that I had never looked at you closely.”

“If you had just killed me with that sword, you would have seen me through. Your sword didn't kill me, so you found that you had not saw through me. What? Are you uncertain in your ability?”

“It's just a matter of another sword.” Mu Dingyi said in a loud voice, looking calm and indifferent.

Although the way that Li Muyang reappeared on the stage this time was very showy, in his eyes, the final result was still to see who could defeat the opponent.

He believed that he had already predicted the peak of Li Muyang's strength, for if he really were so strong he would not have been oppressed by him all alone and was almost severed into minced flesh.

In the process of this duel of life and death, no one would deliberately hide their strength. Besides, every thing that Li Muyang had done was earthshaking, suggesting that he was not a 'low-key' person.

“Come on.” Li Muyang's eyes were blood-red, and every word he had uttered contained undisguised hatred. “This time, it's my turn.”

As Mu Dingyi waved his hand, the tens of thousands of steel swords hovering above his head began to swirl again.

Then turned faster and faster, and finally transformed into blue light and shadows.

Mu Dingyi stretched out his hand, allowing a shrunken golden sword to fall onto the palm of his hand.

While the tens of thousands of steel swords had already disappeared from the sky.

The golden sword was approximately a foot long, with a milky-white halo of light around it, like it was inlaid with precious gems.

Mu Dingyi, armed with a small golden sword, rapidly soared up into the sky.

Rumble——

In the sky, outside of the wilderness, there was a series of loud bang.

Across the mountainside of Mist Mountain, the cras.h.i.+ng waterfall was gone and the deep lake had dried up completely.

At the foot of Mist Mountain, a flock of water birds were swimming merrily in the river when they suddenly found it difficult to move. They looked down, realising that their bodies had fallen into sludge, and the river below had vanished.

There were more rivers in the more distant areas whose water had similarly been completely drawn away.

Soon, streams of blue or white lake were seen pouring in from all directions, gathering above Mu Dingyi's head.

Obtaining the water of tens of thousands of lakes with the spirit of tens of thousands of swords.

The Still water sword techniques utilised water as sword.

Every body of water was a sword.

Every drop of water was a sword.

Mu Dingyi had extracted all the water across Mist Mountain, only to create the strongest sword in his life.

The real Still water sword technique——

Everybody had thought that the strongest move of 'Still water sword technique' was the 'Swordless move'. It was formless and moveless, as well as containing the true will of the sword Dao.

It was similar to the Unintentional move of the Sword G.o.d Ximen Saoxue tens of thousands of years ago, unintentional and inadvertent. The sword was wielded casually and the sword was waved casually. It was the sword that the even the Lord of the Dragon clan found difficult to withstand, and was wounded and fled.

Of course, the 'Still water sword technique' originally had a lot of references to the methods of the Sword G.o.d, and after thousands of years of refining, a sect that was admired and respected by countless people was created.

Mu Dingyi failed to understand the 'Swordless move', but in his decades of cultivating in seclusion, he had perfected another move.

Rainstorm move!

It was not the tens of thousands of swords unite as one——but rather rain of swords bucketing down.

Whether it was one hundred swords or tens of thousands of swords.

It was a finite number, which after all could be withstood

But what if every streak of rain was a sword? What if every drop of rain was a sword?

Who could be able to withstand it?

Mu Dingyi's waved about the golden sword, like it was a flag that could call upon the spirits of water. Currents of water were drawn from the lakes of various places, converging toward the middle area and then merged into one.

The shadows in the sky grew larger and larger, it was as if the whole Mist mountain had been shrouded by a curtain of rain.

The rainstorm was like countless swords; the swords were like a rainstorm.

Before the swords had appeared, the sword qi could already wound.

The subordinates around Chu Xianda felt the danger, and someone shouted at the sky, “Mu Dingyi, what are you doing? Be careful that you frighten His Majesty and hurt his Majesty.”

Mu Dingyi did not say a word, nor did he have the intention to answer.

He naturally knew that if he allowed the rain of swords to fall, not many people on the Sword G.o.d Square and even Mist Mountain would survive.

All he had to do was allow the rain of swords to pour down on everybody's head——

If Mu Dingyi swung down his golden sword Li Muyang's head would be severed.

Rumble——

The heavy rain, like a spring, gushed in the direction of Li Muyang's head.

s...o...b..ll, who was standing on Li Muyang's shoulder, seemed to be tired of spitting bubbles that when it saw the majestic rain that had fallen, its face lit up with excitement.

It opened its small mouth and took a sip at the flood of water.

Hu——

The currents that were like beasts, the surging swords that were like rain, were swallowed into its stomach in one mouthful.

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