Chapter 254, Playing the Trump Cards Frequently

Words : 1152 Updated : Sep 29th, 2025

Chapter 254: Chapter 254, Playing the Trump Cards FrequentlyThe five swordsmen formed on the third layer all possessed substantial Sword Dao mastery, each one comparable to Zhu Hongxue. Moreover, they excelled in combined attacks, their Sword Techniques forming an unbroken sequence, each succeeding move more unpredictable than the last. "Aurora!" Chu Ming took three steps in two, his movements flashing rapidly, nearly instantly breaking out of the encirclement of the five swordsmen. The Blue Red Sword in his hand swept against the wind, resembling a faint glimmer in the dark night sky, swiftly bearing down on one of the swordsmen. Splat! With one sword strike, a swordsman fell! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Three streaks of Sword Light erupted from all around Chu Ming, directly stabbing towards his chest, containing a piercing Sword Dao Realm. Immortal Sword Intent burst forth! A scorching golden light erupted from Chu Ming’s sword. Within the light, there was Immortal, there was Eternal; with the emergence of Sword Light, time and space seemed to stand still! Splat! Splat! Splat! The Sword Light tore through the three others as if nothing could stand in its way. The last swordsman was touched by the Immortal Sword Light, with half of his body shattered into powder while the other half still brandished his sword, slashing towards Chu Ming. Swish! Chu Ming’s wrist lightly shook, the Blue Red Sword emitting a piercing Sword Light, instantly killing the final swordsman. The extent of his current strength was unclear even to himself. Meteor Sword is his greatest trump card! On the fourth layer, nine swordsmen dressed in black appeared around Chu Ming, advancing to encircle and kill him. Each of these swordsmen emitted intense Sword Intent, seeming less like swordsmen and more like supreme Treasure Swords, their Sword Qi threatening to pierce the sky. Surrounded by the nine swordsmen, Chu Ming felt a bit of pressure, though not enough to be a concern. Clang clang clang! Sounds of metal clashing erupted from where the swords collided. Chu Ming’s footwork constantly retreated, yet his gaze remained frighteningly calm. With a light wave of the Blue Red Sword, it rotated in front of him to form a barrier of Sword Qi. The nine swordsmen pursued relentlessly, their Iron Swords shooting Sword Aura continuously. Crack! Chu Ming gently tapped the Sword Qi barrier in front of him, which instantly shattered like glass, sending solidified fragments flying towards the nine swordsmen like tiny stars. Swoosh! Swoosh! The storm of shattered wind waves pierced through the air, and the nine swordsmen raised their swords to block, yet each fragment was impossible to defend against, let alone amidst such dense shards. Thud! Thud! Thud... Five swordsmen were pierced through, becoming illusory, while the remaining four continued to pursue Chu Ming, Sword Light flying. Splat! A thin streak of Sword Light brushed past Chu Ming’s white robe, instantly leaving a thumb-sized black hole on it. Cold light flickered in Chu Ming’s eyes as he thrust his Blue Red Sword forward. Blinding Sword Light flew from his hand, creating distortions and illusions in the space. Given Chu Ming’s current strength, shaking space was impossible. Space is incredibly resilient, requiring at least the Realm of Transcendence to bend, and the ability to shatter it requires the power of a Life and Death Realm King. The illusionary sword thrust was merely due to the fusion of various speed and spatial principles. Swish! The Iron Sword of a swordsman was instantly knocked aside, and Chu Ming’s sword pierced his head, shattering it. Not stopping, Chu Ming’s body floated gracefully, creating multiple phantoms in space. Almost in an instant, yet seemingly eternal, as his Longsword tapped three points in the void. Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! The remaining three swordsmen crossed paths, cold Sword Qi emitting from their swords, targeting Chu Ming’s vital spots at incredible speed. These nine swordsmen’s individual strength might not match Wang Yuan, but they were comparable to Ye Ming. Swish! The bodies intertwined intricately and a scorching, domineering red light slashed horizontally from Chu Ming’s sword, like a falling leaf in the sky – dominant yet agile. "Flying Fire Blade!" The domineering red light instantly pierced through two swordsmen, turning them to ash. Swoosh! The Blue Red Sword lightly lifted, Chu Ming thrusting behind him without looking. Crack! The last swordsman’s head was directly penetrated by Sword Light from the Blue Red Sword, turning to void. On the fifth layer, fifteen swordsmen appeared around Chu Ming. Each swordsman possessed strength no weaker than Wang Yuan, the Sword Momentum emitted from them burdening Chu Ming like mountains. "Blood Sea Burial Flower!" Chu Ming’s body instantly split into eight, each figure rushing towards the surrounding swordsmen with a red light blooming flower in their hands, filling the space with sharp slaughtering Blood Qi. Thud! Thud! Thud... As the flower opened, it instantly enveloped eight swordsmen, the petals closing like sharp knives! Crack! Crack! In an instant, eight swordsmen fell, Chu Ming dared not be careless, his Spiritual Power bursting forth, punching fiercely at the swordsman behind him, gold light like a dragon sweeping everything. Boom! Chu Ming now had strength equivalent to three thousand tigers; a casual punch equated to the attack of a ninth-layer True Dao martial artist. The swordsman behind was instantly shattered by Chu Ming’s punch. Not stopping, Chu Ming dared not pause; around him, Sword Light continuously enveloped him, leaving no room to breathe. Swish! A Sword Light shifted slightly to his left, unnoticed by Chu Ming, penetrating his garment and striking the Red Lotus Armor, sparks flying like a rain of fire. With a reverse sword thrust, rutilant Sword Qi severed the swordsman’s head. Six swordsmen remained, Chu Ming’s pressure noticeably lessened as he advanced step by step, each step shooting Sword Light from the Blue Red Sword towards the surroundings. "Extreme Nether!" Chu Ming flew upwards, surrounding winds surging, his black hair fluttering, eyes gleaming coldly. A streak of Sword Light shot from his hand, like the last star extinguished from the heavens, leaving the world in darkness and stillness. Splat! Splat! Splat... Lights flashed continuously, and the remaining five swordsmen were instantly slain, without any suspense. Huff! Chu Ming exhaled, his strength stretched to its limit nearly, yet this is ideal - a martial artist can truly grow only under extreme conditions! On the sixth layer, twenty black-robed swordsmen holding Iron Swords surrounded him, their Sword Momentum pressing against Chu Ming, making the space unbearably heavy. "Kill!" A hoarse voice sounded, the twenty swordsmen’s figures overlapping, charging at him, scattering innumerable fragments of Sword Intent in the air. These twenty swordsmen’s strength already matched his, except for battle consciousness. Boom! Chu Ming’s right hand tightly clenched, his arm stretched, and the Fire Essence in his chest exploded instantly, a vast sense of power surging around him. Gold light shot from his body, resembling a golden sun, shining brilliantly!

Chapter 254, Playing the Trump Cards Frequently

Comments (0)