Chapter 217 Heavenly Transformation

"Commander Yuan, may I borrow your saber?"

Mu Ji's voice was very soft.

It was so light that it was like the spring breeze whispering through willow branches and rustling willow leaves.

It was so light that it was like autumn rain hitting the eaves, with the crisp sound of tiles.

But it's weird.

That soft voice rang out like thunder in the midst of thousands of soldiers and horses, and it was clearly heard by everyone present.

Xu Han's expression changed from puzzlement to realization. He finally understood what this Beijiang King was up to.

Cui Ting's eyebrows were once again filled with fear. He opened his lips wide and roared, "Kill him!"

However, time seemed to have stopped at that moment.

The scene suddenly froze within an inch of Mu Ji's saber.

The world was silent.

There was no sound at all.

It was as if everyone was waiting for a response.

…

So after what seemed like a long time, but in reality, it was only a breath or two.

"I only have two slashes left."

It was unknown how far away it was.

Suddenly, a voice came. It was extremely deep and ancient. It was as if he had traveled through countless years before arriving at this space-time region, and it was incomparably thick and heavy.

"I only want one blade." Mu Ji smiled, his expression calm. However, there was a trace of unquestionable certainty in his calm.

The person in the distance seemed to have thought for a moment.

The saber halberd entered another half an inch, and a bright cold light flashed through the night, reaching towards Mu Ji's face.

"Alright." The heavy voice finally sounded again.

As this sound faded.

Zheng!

At that time, a loud saber cry suddenly sounded from heaven and earth.

Silent time began to flow again. Cui Ting's angry roar, warhorses' hissing, and Xia Jun's shouts of killing resounded once again.

However, that saber roar was like the roar of a tiger and a dragon, suppressing all the sounds in the world and descending like a king.

In the distant night sky, it was as if a star had lit up.

It flashed with a dazzling light that was like daylight, constantly enlarging in the eyes of the crowd.

In just a few breaths of time, it had already occupied everyone's eyes, and it was only at this moment that they could clearly see it.

That thing is not a star.

That's a knife.

An ordinary knife to the extreme.

The snow-white saber was covered with indentations after being slashed. A red tassel hung on the old wooden saber hilt. Although it was clear and clean, it had gone through the baptism of time, and the color on it was somewhat dim.

It was strange for such a saber to be wrapped in boundless saber intent and travel an infinite distance to reach this place.

Of course, as the enemy of this saber, Cui Ting did not have such thoughts.

His eyes were filled with fear.

He knew that it was this saber, this world-famous saber, this saber called Chao Mu, that had once cut the lintel of countless immortals.

His tens of thousands of feet of heroic feelings had finally been extinguished the moment this saber appeared.

"Yuan Guilong! Are you crazy too? Aren't you afraid of the rage of thunder from the Great Xia Cloudsoaring Pavilion?"

He shouted loudly, but there was not the slightest bit of grandeur in his high-pitched voice. There was only the bluff of those who were at the end of their road.

The owner of the saber naturally ignored him.

Mu Ji similarly ignored him.

The saber finally flew to the top of Mu Ji's head at that time. A divine light surged in the eyes of the white-clothed man at that time. A mighty aura surged out of his body at that time and surged towards the long saber.

The blade trembled at that moment, and under the irrigation of the mighty aura, the saber intent surged. Soon, it condensed into a saber light that was a hundred feet in size.

Mu Ji was clearly not satisfied with this result.

His eyes condensed, and a cold light surged out. The vast righteous energy around him surged out even more violently, continuously pouring down the hundred-meter-long blade light. The length and width of the blade light were constantly changing under the driving force of this boundless power.

The knives and halberds of the Great Xia cavalry finally landed on Mu Ji's body.

However, how could an immortal's body be injured by an ordinary soldier? The knives and halberds were broken, and the cavalry were thrown upside down. However, this did not hinder the determination of the soldiers. The cavalry continued to charge into this seemingly weak body without fear of death.

Saber after saber, one person after another, stepping on the corpses.

The vast energy around Mu Ji's body had almost completely poured into the blade. At this moment, the deathly energy that he had suppressed poured out like a flood that had found a gate, wrapping around his body. The remaining vitality was rapidly eroded by the devouring of the deathly energy at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At that time, his already pale face had almost lost all color.

However, Mu Ji was completely unaware of this.

"Break it." He murmured.

As soon as this voice fell, the saber above his head shook violently. The saber light that had already been activated by him to the size of a thousand feet swung down heavily and slowly at that time.

The boundless power and violent saber intent interweaved together.

It smashed into the heads of the Great Xia soldiers like a thunderclap.

The two Immortals were extremely powerful. Under this saber light, any creature that touched the edge trembled. In the blink of an eye, they were shattered into pieces by that violent power and fell into the sky like a rain of blood.

Cui Ting's expression was extremely ugly. How could he dare to forcefully resist the combined attack of the two immortals? He didn't care about anything else right now. At that time, his True Essence circulated all over his body. As a Great Evolution Realm cultivator, his strength was fully unleashed, transforming into a streak of light and retreating not far away.

Howls resounded in the midst of Great Xia's march, and the cries of 200,000 people gathered together.

However, in the blink of an eye, the sound stopped abruptly.

A loud rumble suppressed all the sounds in the world.

The blade light finally landed on the ground.

Dust rose from the sky and a rain of blood poured down.

…

Under this terrifying might, Xu Han and the others became stunned.

They didn't come back to their senses until the dust had dissipated.

Looking up, the two hundred thousand troops were transformed into a pool of mud-like flesh and blood under this saber strike.

Only the white-clothed man was still quietly sitting on the wooden chair. In front of him was a three-inch knife inserted into the ground. The red tassels on the hilt of the knife floated in the night breeze, and behind the knife was a straight ravine that seemed endless.

Gulu.

It was unknown who had swallowed a mouthful of saliva at that time.

The voice sounded so abrupt and ear-piercing on the silent battlefield.

Mu Ji lowered his head and his face turned from pale to dark black.

He was still breathing, but he couldn't smell it.

He raised his head with difficulty and looked at the two hundred thousand troops that had transformed into nothingness. A smile appeared on his face with difficulty.

At that moment, the corner of his eyes also caught a glimpse of a figure standing up from the flesh and blood in a panic, fleeing into the distance like a stray dog.

He wanted to stop it, but he raised his finger and lowered it powerlessly.

The lights are running out.

As he thought this, the smile on his face became a bit bitter.

At this time, the night breeze became a little stronger.

After blowing off the hairpin on Mu Ji's head, his long hair rose in the night breeze.

An illusory figure quietly stood on the hilt of the long saber.

The phantom was very blurry and could not be seen clearly. However, from his figure, it could be seen that the person seemed to be a man.

Mu Ji raised his head with great difficulty and looked at the shadow standing on the hilt of the saber.

The eyes of the two met, and the phantom frowned.

"You're going to die." The phantom spoke for a long time, its voice deep and heavy, just like the saber light that annihilated two hundred thousand troops.

Mu Ji blinked his eyes. He felt that he should smile at this time. Whether it was meeting an old friend that he hadn't seen for a long time or fulfilling his last long-cherished wish, both of them were worthy of being rejoiced. However, for him, laughing at this matter seemed to have become very difficult. So he had to put away this thought and replied, "Yes."

"But you don't deserve to die." The phantom frowned even deeper.

"Is that so?" Mu Ji asked.

Mu Ji's attitude caused the shadow to be somewhat silent.

He stared at this man for a long time, as if he was thinking about something. Only after more than ten breaths did he say it again.

"I will leave the last slash to the person who took your Immortal Palace's life."

Hearing this, Mu Ji was stunned.

This time, a smile finally appeared on his face.

"Thank you."

As he said this, his raised head couldn't hold on any longer, and he weakly lowered his head. At that moment, his pair of gloomy eyes slowly closed.

…

On that day, the Great Xia Empire's pillar that had descended all the way down south with a menacing momentum had collapsed, and 200,000 elites of the cavalry had died in battle.

That day, outside Big Yellow City, 50,000 Mu Clan soldiers dressed in plain stripes knelt on both sides of the city. Zhou Zhang, an unknown disciple of the Exquisite Pavilion, walked into the city with the corpse of the Beijiang King in his arms. As Mu Wang's son, Mu Qingshan, he took charge of the Mu Clan Army again.

That day, under the countless gazes of Great Zhou, the young master of the Tian Ce Mansion led his subordinates, Big Yellow City, to retrieve the Huo Huo Battle Merit from Jizhou, and led the remaining three hundred Tian Ce Mansion disciples on their way back to Chang'an.

That day, the macheteman with the broken saber cleaned the tassels on the hilt of the saber and placed them in his arms. Then, he set foot on the road to Lunar Temple alone.

That day…

The sky of Great Zhou had finally changed.

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