607 Light of Pureness (1/2)

The dim city was suddenly illuminated by the moonlight.

Moonlight turned into swords, which whistled as they broke through the air.

Guided by Jiu Xiao Huan Pei, they traced various complicated trajectories in the air, gathering together, then separated and moved towards all directions, firmly blocking Lancelot from dodging in any direction.

Serious murderous intentions gathered on the blades that were born out of the Symphony of Predestination. When Ye Qingxuan gave a wave of his hand, in an instant, they crossed the lengthy distance and completed the encirclement. Taking aim at the critical weaknesses all over Lancelot's body, they quietly struck.

The cold moonlight illuminated the dark golden blade of the Lance of the Dragon Slayer, and Lancelot took a step back. The next moment, a loud bang burst forth.

It was the loud noise caused by dozens of times of collision superimposing in an instant.

The movements had exceeded the speed of the wind.

The bang couldn't catch up with Lancelot's actions.

At the moment, he was so fast that there wasn't even enough time for afterimages to be left behind. One could only see the burning radiance that remained from the movement of the lance as it cut the air apart. The radiance intertwined, criss-crossing in the air, slicing through each and every of the swords of moonlight that were close to striking him.

Ye Qingxuan grunted, his face slightly pale.

The essence of the swords of moonlight was interwoven music theory, born of his Symphony of Predestination, and was also inextricably linked to him.

When the swords of moonlight were forcibly taken apart, the residual impact of the Lance of the Dragon Slayer was also transmitted towards him along the perception threads.

Fortunately, the three-in-one structure of the musical movement was stable enough. After the shock was absorbed by the section of the stone of sage, which had the strongest endurance ability, Ye Qingxuan only felt his vision going black momentarily. For an ordinary Symphony of Predestination, just the aftermath alone would probably tear it apart?

He did not give Lancelot a chance to fight back.

Ye Qingxuan lifted a hand again.

Once more!

The crystal blades once again emerged from the moonlight, flying out according to Ye Qingxuan's will.

Powered by Ye Qingxuan with all his might, Jiu Xiao Huai Pei played fervently, deftly guiding the interweaving of music theory, and swords of moonlight emerged continually.

In a flash, 16 blades whistled as they flew towards Lancelot once more.

Sounds of shattering rang out one after another.

Innumerable pieces of broken light flew out, swords were crushed by the blade of the lance, but new swords were immediately regenerated from the moonlight.

16 swords flew at Lancelot nonstop, constantly shattering and regenerating, their trajectories interlacing in midair as they flew out, forcing him to stay where he was.

Ye Qingxuan expended his energy almost extravagantly, exploring his own limits.

As the sub-originator violently extracted aether, the sea of aether formed a funnel-shaped depression around him. A massive amount of aether flowed out of the pure white moon, creating a waterfall-like wonder.

But before the flow of aether from the waterfall reached the ground, it turned into sword blades in Ye Qingxuan's hands and flew towards Lancelot.

How many times did the blades of the swords and the lance collide in an instant?

Dozens?

Or hundreds?

Or a staggering number of thousands?

At the moment, the rate of attack of the swords of moonlight had approached Lancelot's limit. The radiance from the Lance of the Dragon Slayer interlaced in the air, constantly smashing the attacking moonlight into pieces, and stirred up a hurricane. A far distance away, the pressure from the hurricane almost suffocated Ye Qingxuan.

Lancelot still brought Ye Qingxuan tremendous pressure despite being in defense mode.

No, it was exactly because of Lancelot choosing defense that Ye Qingxuan's stress kept on building up. Obviously, Lancelot gave up attacking for the buffer time to pass and chose conservative defense.

Once he was done recovering, or had at least managed to recover to an extent whereby he could somewhat use the ability, a killer blow that could finish his opponent up in one go would inevitably be in store for Ye Qingxuan.

Then, before it happens, I'll just... kill you first! Ye Qingxuan thought.

The moonlight quaked violently.

Under the tremendous pressure, Ye Qingxuan's own operation techniques had also transformed.

In the past, relying on the swords of moonlight alone was enough to achieve an irreversible effect that guaranteed him victory. The properties of the swords sufficed to cause heavy damage to any enemy, be it the horrifying speed or the purifying music theory the blades carried.

But when facing opponents like Lancelot, the strengths in terms of speed and music theory were suppressed, and the shortcomings of having unchanging trajectories and being stiff and inflexible in response to different situations were exposed.

As they continuously emerged and struck, the swords that were initially only of a single variety had also become very different from that in the past.

Some swords gradually developed thicker ridges and evolved towards the direction of the two-handed epee. Some blades became thinner and more slender, and when intercepted by the Lance of the Dragon Slayer, they even learned to avoid and turn like snakes. Some other blades simply exceeded the scope of long swords, turning into scimitars popular among Canaanites, and they traced circular arcs in the air as they rotated and struck.

Gradually, Ye Qingxuan gained experience and was free from the bonds of his original understanding of swords. Various weapons that originated from a myriad of countries showed themselves from his hands.

The eight-faced sword from the East, the flame-bladed sword of the Asgardians, the two-handed ax favored by pirates, the wrought iron chokutō from Yunlou, the hand-and-a-half sword which could be maneuvered nimbly, the slender and quick rapier, the short and small dagger used by assassins, the heavy halberd which was a favorite of the Northern Highlanders, iron hammers of exaggerated proportions, and even goddamn flails...

In addition to the changes in model, the music theory attached onto the weapons also became very different.

The texture of the weapons became closer and closer to that of metal, and when the incorporeal crystallized aether cut through the air, it even produced the whistling sound of weapons striking.

Nature interference!

The nature of iron was bestowed upon the incorporeal aether!

When a gigantic spear was cast from Ye Qingxuan's hands, Lancelot, who was parrying his attacks, was forced to step back, to his surprise.

Lancelot was momentarily shocked, and when he looked at Ye Qingxuan, the eyes beneath the helmet grew more and more cautious.

Although the huge pressure had caused a nosebleed in Ye Qingxuan, making him look unusually flustered, but the murderous intent radiating from the silver-haired young man had grown so sharp and strong that that it had gathered and materialized.

No longer using only the music theory of sword-casting, at the moment, he had constrained the frenzied murderous intent contained in the music theory in his palm and was using it freely. On several occasions, it almost made Lancelot come close to missing.

Presently, his only shortcoming was his martial skill that was so crude that one couldn't bear to look at it.