Chapter 2422: Sword God (2)

Chapter 2422: Sword God (2)



CLANG!

The air crackled with anticipation as the two figures stood facing each other, their swords humming with barely contained power.

Qin Juehai, a smirk playing on his lips, gripped the Rain and Cloud Swords, their gleaming blades reflecting a cold ambition.

Opposite him, the mysterious figure stood serene, the Heaven Piercing Sword held loosely in his hand, its chaotic aura a stark contrast to his calm demeanor.

"Don't hold back, Senior Brother," Qin Juehai taunted, his voice laced with a bitter edge. "Let me see if you're still worthy of the title 'Sword God'."

The mysterious figure didn't respond. He simply raised the Heaven Piercing Sword, its tip pointing towards Qin Juehai, a silent challenge that spoke volumes.

Swoosh!

Qin Juehai's eyes narrowed. He lunged forward, the Rain and Cloud Swords flashing in a blur of motion, a torrent of sword energy erupting from their blades, aimed at overwhelming his opponent with sheer ferocity.

The mysterious figure met the onslaught with an effortless grace, the Heaven Piercing Sword moving like a whisper, deflecting each strike with pinpoint accuracy.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The clash of their swords echoed through the desolate landscape, each strike sending shockwaves through the air, distorting the very fabric of reality.

Qin Juehai, fueled by years of resentment and ambition, pressed his attack, his swordsmanship a whirlwind of aggression, each strike aimed at ending the battle swiftly.

However, the mysterious figure, despite his weakened state, countered every move with a masterful display of defensive swordsmanship, his movements fluid and precise, his sword a shield against the relentless onslaught.

The battle raged, a dance of death between two masters of the sword, their blades flashing like lightning, their movements a blur of motion.

The desolate landscape became their stage, the air their canvas, painted with the vibrant hues of their clashing sword energy.

"How about this?"

Qin Juehai, realizing that his aggressive tactics were ineffective, shifted his approach. He channeled his divine energy into the Rain and Cloud Swords, their blades glowing with an intense light, their power amplifying tenfold.

He unleashed a series of devastating sword techniques, each one aimed at exploiting a weakness in his opponent's defense, each one carrying the weight of his ambition and resentment.

"Rainstorm of a Thousand Blades!"Nôv(el)B\\jnn

The two forces collided, and for a brief moment, time seemed to stand still. The desolate landscape held its breath, the very air crackled with anticipation.

BOOOOOOM!-

Then, with a resounding boom that shattered the silence, Qin Juehai's colossal sword was blasted apart, its fragments scattering like fallen stars, its power dissipating into

nothingness.

Qin Juehai staggered back, his eyes wide with disbelief. He had not expected his own technique, perfected over countless years, to be so effortlessly countered.

But he did not despair. He had an advantage - his energy reserves brimming compared to the mysterious figure's weakened state.

"As expected from you, Senior Brother. Your technique has always been better than mine... I may not be able to match your technique," Qin Juehai snarled, his voice filled with a desperate determination, "but I can overwhelm you with sheer force!"

He lunged forward, the Rain and Cloud Swords flashing in a blur of motion, his attacks

relentless, his energy boundless.

The mysterious figure, his movements still fluid but his energy waning, found himself on the defensive, parrying and deflecting the relentless onslaught.

The battle intensified, a whirlwind of clashing swords and surging energy, a dance of death between two masters of the sword, one fueled by ambition, the other by duty.

Qin Juehai, sensing his opponent's fatigue, pressed his advantage, his attacks growing fiercer, his swordsmanship more aggressive.

He aimed for openings, for weaknesses, for any opportunity to land a decisive blow.

And finally, he found it.

In a brief moment of exhaustion, the mysterious figure's defenses faltered, and Qin Juehai seized the opportunity.

With a swift and decisive strike, the Rain Sword sliced through the air, its blade aimed at the

mysterious figure's head.

The mysterious figure, his reflexes dulled by fatigue, could only react instinctively, raising his

arm to deflect the blow.

But it was too late.

Puff!!