Chapter 542 Don't Forget What Happened Back then

Sikong Bai's eyes narrowed at that moment. The steps he took suddenly stopped and he stood where he was. He put his hands behind his back, and his long white clothes and white hair hanging down his waist were slightly raised in the wind at this moment.

As expected, two figures descended from the horizon and blocked Sikong from ascending the dragon platform.

One of them had white eyebrows and black hair.

One person had thick eyebrows and big eyes, but it was only twenty years old.

Sikong Bai's gaze paused for a moment on the white-browed, black-haired man. He said calmly, "I didn't expect you to be alive."

Then he turned to look at the purple-robed youth. At that moment, the expression on the immortal's face finally changed. He said regretfully, "I didn't expect that you would choose this path in the end."

When the purple-robed youth heard this, he actually bowed to Sikong Bai and said, "Song Yueming greets Master."

His tone was respectful and his attitude was humble. He could not see the slightest bit of killing intent before risking his life with others. On the contrary, it was really like an ordinary meeting between a junior and an elder.

Of course, this was not the case.

The moment the purple-robed youth cupped his hands and bowed down, a divine light shone in Sikong Bai's narrowed eyes. He caught a glimpse of something scarlet behind the young man, and he was naturally very familiar with it. It was a sword that had created his current status, a sword that claimed that Zi Ke could kill his father and I could kill a monarch.

At that moment, his mind sank, and his gaze swept over the two of them once again. Then, he said, "Do you think you can kill me with just a Heavenly Punishment Sword?"

The two of them could clearly see Ning Zhumang of the Great Evolution Realm and Song Yueming of the Li Chen Realm with a single glance. To the former, they had invaded this realm for a long time, so they were naturally one of the best in the same realm. In the latter's early twenties, he was already at the peak of the Mortal Realm, which was enough to be comparable to Ye Hongjian, who was known as a genius of the sword dao. However, regardless of whether it was the former or the latter, even with the help of this world-famous vicious sword, Xing Tian, wanting to kill him was still a fantasy.

This was not because Sikong Bai had underestimated the strength of the two, nor was it because the Xingtian Sword, which had been guarded by the Southern Desolate Sword Mausoleum for generations, was worthless.

In fact, Sikong Bai 's certainty came from his understanding of the Xing Tian Sword.

After all, he had used this item before, Killing an emperor with dragon qi protecting his body, Even the body of an immortal, After using the Heaven Punishing Sword's Essence slightly, he still had no choice but to rest and recover in the daytime. With Ning Zhumang's cultivation, if they dared to use the Origin Energy of the Heavenly Punishment Sword, they would probably be devoured by the evil spirits within the Heavenly Punishment Sword in less than ten breaths. It was precisely because they understood this that Sikong Bai dared to hand it over to Song Yueming.

"Whether it works or not will be known only after I have tried it."

The purple-robed youth smiled slightly. It was convenient for him to take a step forward at that time. His purple robe began to stir at that time, and a vast sword intent surged out. Seeing this, the white-browed, black-haired man naturally did not dare to fall behind. At that moment, he also took a step forward. With a clang, a long sword was held in his hand, and a white lion truesoul appeared behind him.

…

Zhao Xingyu, who was standing beside Yuwen Nanjing and was the commander of the Imperial Army, frowned when he saw that the two of them were about to fight under the dragon platform. He was about to take a step forward and beckon the guards to take down the two of them.

However, just as he took that step, Yuwen Nanjing suddenly narrowed his eyes and whispered, "Commander Zhao, let them go."

"But … if we allow them to cause trouble, I'm afraid that the royal family will lose their dignity." Zhao Xingyu said worriedly.

Hearing this, Yuwen Nanjing turned to look at the young commander and whispered, "The dignity of the royal family is never a dignified ceremony, nor is it to avoid the reverence of a tiger. It is the food on the people's table that is full and the clothes they wear that can keep them warm."

"Since you are asking Li Min, if Li Min has any objections, then let them argue between right and wrong and decide the outcome."

"This is the dignity our Great Zhou Imperial Clan deserves."

Yuwen Nanjing's words were soft and gentle, but Zhao Xingyu could only hear the sound of a heavy hammer falling on his ears, causing him to be deaf and enlightened.

…

Yu Sikong and the other two were not strangers to each other.

They knew each other's temperament and could also feel each other's determination. Naturally, they would not dream of settling this final battle with just a few words.

This was about ideas, about inheritance, and more importantly, about promises to certain people who had died.

And once things rose to this level, an endless battle was doomed to be unavoidable.

As a result, there were no more words between them, and the battle began in the blink of an eye.

The Lion True Spirit behind Ning Zhumang roared as it carried the violent sword intent around Ning Zhumang and attacked Sikong Bai. Song Yueming was naturally unwilling to fall behind. Although he did not summon his True Spirit, the Heaven Punishing Sword in his hand lit up with a scarlet blood light, and its killing intent surged. It also cooperated with Ning Zhumang to attack Sikong Bai from the other side.

These two people's moves were naturally incomparably cold. Whether it was their current momentum or the power contained within them, there were few enemies within the same realm.

Unfortunately, no matter how powerful this move was in the eyes of outsiders, it was still insignificant in front of Immortals.

Sikong Bai 's hand reached out at that time, one on the left and one on the right, directly facing the two's killing move.

Two sword shields formed from several black sword lights appeared in Sikong Bai 's palm. The seemingly light black sword shield trembled slightly when it met the sword moves Ning Zhumang and Ning Zhumang activated. Then, the vast sword intent Ning Zhumang summoned seemed to encounter a heavenly chasm and could no longer surpass it.

Although they had understood how powerful Sikong Bai was from the beginning, the two of them had managed to arrive so easily by joining hands. This result caused Ning Zhumang and Song Yueming's expressions to sink. When such a scene fell into Sikong Bai's eyes, the old man's lips curled into a sinister smile. He whispered, "I will give you a grand enough funeral."

With that said, the two sword shadows that formed the shields in his hands suddenly rotated. The sword shadows raised their swords one after another, and then let out loud sword cries one after another. Then, they charged towards Ning Zhumang and Song Yueming like flowing lights.

The True Spirit they summoned and the True Essence Sword Intent they triggered were all sliced apart under these black sword shadows as if they had been defeated. The black sword shadows instantly arrived in front of them as if they had entered an uninhabited realm.

Pu!

Two muffled snorts came out from their mouths at the same time. At that time, Song Yueming and Ning Zhumang's bodies were injured by the black sword shadow. Blood arrows blossomed on their lower waist and right arms, and their bodies retreated explosively. Their sword moves were temporarily restrained due to their injuries.

Although their injuries looked like they had only been cut by the sword blades and their wounds weren't too shocking, there was actually black sword intent attached to the black sword shadow from Sikong Bai. The sword intent was left behind by the sword shadows on their wounds, constantly corroding their flesh and blood and devouring the power in their bodies.

Although the wounds weren't big and the devouring speed was very slow, if Sikong Bai found a few more such opportunities later, it was estimated that there was no need for the two sides to continue fighting. Just the devouring power of the strange black sword intent was enough to absorb all the true essence sword intent in Ning Zhumang's and Ning Zhumang's bodies in a short period of time.

The two of them understood this and their expressions naturally became solemn.

At that time, they looked at each other and Song Yueming was the first to ask, "Master's abilities are even more powerful than I imagined?"

Ning Zhumang nodded with a complicated expression and said, "Indeed, he doesn't seem like someone who has just ascended to the Immortal Realm for less than a few years."

"If this continues, the sect leader and I will probably die here." Song Yueming said again, but his tone suddenly gave off a different flavor.

"Yes, that's true." Ning Zhumang replied, but there was not much sadness on his face. Instead, there was a hint of a joke on his face.

"Although I'm sorry, for the sake of Linglong Pavilion's thousand-year inheritance, I have no choice but to kill him." Hearing the conversation between the two of them, Sikong Bai took a step forward and said coldly. At that moment, the aura around him became even more violent. Black sword shadows spread out behind him like peacocks. At that moment, the enormous might enveloped Ning Zhumang and Song Yueming.

However, the two of them, who were shrouded in the might of an immortal, did not seem to have heard Sikong Bai's exclamation at all, and their conversation continued on their own.

"Is the Sect Leader willing to part with Ziyu? She's not married yet. You know Ziyu's temperament. If you don't help her guard the gate at this rate, then it'll be a miserable life if you meet someone disgraceful at that time." Song Yueming stared at the white-browed, black-haired man in front of him and said.

However, Ning Zhumang was not moved when he heard this. He blinked his eyes and said, "Then I presume that Miss Zichuan is still so young. There must be no need to be widowed for you for the rest of your life. I estimate that you will have to remarry in a few years. Hmm… Shouldn't Xiao Xulai also call for someone else's father?"

The gloomy atmosphere between the two of them suddenly dissipated for some reason, and instead, they began to ridicule each other.

This kind of change made Sikong Bai , who was preparing to take action, somewhat unexpected. He frowned, his heart filled with both puzzlement and anger that the two of them had underestimated. He was too lazy to bother about whether the quarrel between the two of them was intentional or otherwise. He just wanted to end the lives of the two of them as soon as possible, and then he could ascend the Dragon Stage and lead the Linglong Pavilion towards a new glory.

Thinking of this, the black swords behind him let out a loud sword cry, as if they were eager to drink Chou Kou's blood.

Seemingly sensing this, Song Yueming sighed and said, "Isn't there any last move from the Sect Leader?"

Ning Zhumang's lips curled into a smile when he heard this question. He asked, "Do you have any?"

"If not, how dare you invite the Sect Leader to die?" Song Yueming said with a bitter smile.

"There are all later generations. There aren't any headmasters. Isn't it ridiculous to spread the word?" Ning Zhumang blinked his eyes and said.

At this time, Sikong Bai had already activated the black sword shadows behind him. They carried the boundless black sword intent and roared towards the two of them. In the process of attacking the two of them, the sword intent around the black sword shadows became denser and denser. In the blink of an eye, they turned into black flood dragons.

Seeing the catastrophe approaching, Song Yueming had no choice but to put away his temper to continue probing. He said, "Together?"

Such a suggestion was unexpectedly refuted by Ning Zhumang. The white-browed and black-haired Sect Leader shook his head and said, "You go first. My technique will not give you the chance to perform."

Hearing such an answer, Song Yueming was naturally stunned. However, the nine black flood dragons formed from the sword shadows had already attacked and killed him. He did not have time to think about or question the meaning behind Ning Zhumang's words.

At that moment, he had no choice but to stand up straight, gather the true essence around him, and suddenly activate it. A vast sword intent immediately surged out of his body.

"Huh?" Sikong Bai raised his eyebrows. A strange expression appeared on his face, but he quickly recovered. He sighed and said, "Great Evolution Realm … I didn't expect you to reach such a realm at such a young age. This truly surprised me."

Very quickly, he shook his head and said regretfully, "It's a pity that you chose the wrong path. Today, I have to personally send you to your death."

At this point, Sikong Bai's palm that was hidden under his wide sleeve suddenly flicked. The nine dragons that were whistling away suddenly changed their gazes and attacked the two of them, but at that time, they all attacked Song Yueming.

Facing the flood dragon sword intent summoned by the Nine-Headed Immortal, Song Yueming's face did not show the slightest bit of fear. Instead, he slowly closed his eyes at that moment.

The sword intent around him surged, and the flood dragons roared in all directions, as if it had nothing to do with him at that moment.

He stood there like an old monk, his eyebrows stretched out as if he had fallen asleep.

However, the sword intent in his body surged out even more violently at that time, and along with his large purple robe, it also stirred up high at this moment.

The sword intent did not disperse around his body. As the number of swords gathered, the pure white color gradually turned into a dazzling bright red. Then, when such a change occurred, blood-red sword intent began to surge into the Xingtian Sword that stood in front of his chest, and the Xingtian Sword began to shine with dazzling light.

"Could it be that you want to activate the origin power of the Heavenly Punishment Sword?" Sikong Bai saw this scene in his eyes, but the corner of his mouth hooked into a mocking smile.

Even though Song Yueming's cultivation had exceeded his expectations, his cultivation was still not worth mentioning in front of the terrifying Origin Energy of the Heavenly Punishment Sword. Once he activated the Origin Energy, the cultivation of Song Yueming's body would be devoured in an extremely short period of time. In Sikong Bai's eyes, activating the Heavenly Punishment Sword was undoubtedly a foolish choice to the extreme.

However, Song Yueming obviously did not listen to Sikong Bai's words. The moment the nine black flood dragons formed from sword intent attacked his body, Song Yueming's closed eyes suddenly opened and a red sword light flashed in his eyes.

Ding!

The Heaven Punishing Sword in his hand suddenly let out a loud sword cry. A dazzling bloody light shone on the sword's body, so bright that it was almost impossible for people to look directly at it.

Under this dazzling bloody light, the nine Sword Intent Flood Dragons let out mournful cries as if they were facing a great enemy. They unexpectedly stopped their attacks uncontrollably and fled towards the place where Sikong Bai was.

However, the Xingtian Sword that shone with this light seemed to possess intelligence. It was not willing to stop here. The sword trembled and flew out of Song Yueming's hand, catching up to the nine flood dragons that had escaped.

Its speed was extremely fast. Even the Sword Intent Flood Dragon activated by an immortal was obviously unable to escape its pursuit. A loud cry of sorrow rang out. At that time, a Sword Intent Flood Dragon was cut off by the Xing Tian Sword that was wrapped in a bloody light all over its body. It turned into streaks of black gas that did not dissipate for a long time.

The winning Xing Tian Sword did not seem to be satisfied with such a result. It roared and continued forward. This time, it aimed its target straight at Immortal Sikong Bai!

This undoubtedly angered Sikong Bai. The white-robed immortal frowned. He waved his sleeve and a monstrous amount of black gas gushed out from beneath his black robe. The black gas that had been cut off from the flood dragon was reborn by the black gas, and the remaining eight flood dragons were also affected by the black gas.

The nine flood dragons seemed to have overcome their fear of the Heavenly Punishment Sword under Sikong Bai's urging. They roared and continuously collided with the body of the Heavenly Punishment Sword. Although they couldn't avoid being injured by the blood-colored sword radiance emitted by the Heavenly Punishment Sword, their wounds were instantly healed by the black qi stimulated by Sikong Bai.

Under such an impact, Xing Tian Sword's speed gradually slowed down, and the bloody light on the sword's body immediately dimmed.

In just a few breaths, the nine flood dragons had already collided with the Xing Tian Sword nearly a hundred times. The light on the Xing Tian Sword finally dimmed. It let out an unwilling sword cry and the sword fell straight down, piercing into the ground several zhang away from Sikong Bai.

After solving this problem, Sikong Bai raised his eyes to look at Song Yueming, who was not far away. At this time, it seemed as if he had already been devoured by the origin power of the Heavenly Punishment Sword. Song Yueming lowered his head and stood there dejectedly. With Sikong Bai's divine sense, he could clearly feel that Song Yueming's internal breathing was in a mess. It was clear that the few breaths of time he had used the Heavenly Punishment Sword had exhausted his strength and completely lost his ability to fight again.

Thinking of this, Sikong Bai couldn't help but sneer. His tone was full of ridicule, "Under an immortal, no one can harm an immortal by themselves."

"This is the same thing from ancient times. I thought you would be a smart person, but I don't want you to be unable to understand such a simple truth."

After Sikong Bai finished speaking, he raised his hand again. The nine black flood dragons responded and surrounded Song Yueming.

Just as he was about to drive the flood dragons to kill Song Yueming, Song Yueming lowered his head and said, "Master is really forgetful."

He didn't know if it was because he thought that victory was within his grasp, or was it because of Song Yueming's strange tone that made Sikong curious. That immortal actually stopped his impending attack at that time and frowned slightly and asked, "What?"

At that time, Song Yueming's lowered head suddenly lifted up. A brilliant smile appeared on Sikong Bai's face, which should have been filled with frustration and embarrassment. He stared at Sikong Bai and narrowed his eyes. It was as if he had thought of something very exciting. At that time, he said in a regretful tone, "I'm stupid. I might not be able to do it."

"But how could Master forget about the enchantment of the Extreme Radiance Sword Immortal back then?"

Hearing this, Sikong Bai 's expression changed, but he didn't wait for him to say anything.

The already dim Xing Tian Sword that landed not far from him suddenly lit up with a scarlet light. Then, the light gathered around the hilt of the sword and turned into an arm holding the hilt of the sword. The blood-red light continued to spread along the arm, and a figure gradually condensed into shape. After a few breaths, it turned into a figure dressed in red.

Even as an immortal, Sikong Bai had never seen such a bizarre situation before. He stared at all of this with his eyes wide open.

The red-clothed figure lifted the Xing Tian Sword and looked at Sikong Bai with a smile. At that time, a familiar voice rang in Sikong Bai's ears.

"Long time no see, Martial Uncle Sikong."

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