SFS Chapter 344 3 Mad Sword
Chapter 344 3 Mad Sword
Old Master Su nodded slightly, his tone carrying a profound meaning: "This meeting is of utmost importance. It not only concerns the future of the Eastern Main City, but may even affect the entire world order. Ye Ming, you should be mentally prepared."
Ye Ming took a deep breath, his gaze firm: "I understand. No matter what we face, I will deal with it calmly."
As Elder Su's holographic image slowly dissipated, Ye Ming stood there, his mind filled with countless thoughts. He quickly gathered his thoughts and then turned to walk towards Chief Xuanyuan's residence.
Throughout the journey, Ye Ming kept replaying Elder Su's words in his mind. The natives of the Misty World, the cultivators above the Spirit Realm, the sudden cooperation... all of this was fraught with unknowns and dangers.
He had a vague feeling that this meeting might uncover some long-buried secrets and even change the entire world order.
When he arrived at Chief Xuanyuan's residence, the guards at the gate had clearly been notified and respectfully opened the gate for him. Ye Ming entered the residence, walked through the long corridor, and arrived at the door of the conference room.
Pushing open the door, the meeting room was already full of people. Chief Xuanyuan sat in the main seat, his expression solemn; Elder Su sat to his left, his gaze deep.
At the other end of the conference table sat a mysterious figure dressed in a gray robe. His face was shrouded in a thin mist, obscuring his features, but his deep eyes seemed to see through everything.
Ye Ming walked into the conference room, and all eyes were on him. He nodded slightly, then sat down next to Old Master Su.
"Ye Ming, you've arrived." The Xuanyuan leader's voice was deep and powerful, carrying an unquestionable authority.
"Leader, Elder Su!" Ye Ming gave a military salute.
As his gaze swept over the mysterious man, he became secretly on guard.
"This is a native cultivator from the Misty World, Lord Nanshan Weng," Chief Xuanyuan introduced. "He has come here to seek cooperation with our Eastern Main City."
"Hello, Senior Nanshan Weng."
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Mo Ming stood in front of the Eight Bronze Warriors formation, took a deep breath, and the long sword in his hand trembled slightly, as if responding to the fighting spirit in his heart.
The eight bronze figures hold different weapons: knives, spears, swords, halberds, axes, halberds, hooks, and forks. Each bronze figure exudes a cold metallic luster.
The Eight Bronze Warriors Formation is a difficult hurdle in martial arts training, but also a shortcut. Through it, one can truly and quickly grasp the essence of the "Three Madmen Swords".
This wasn't his first time practicing the Three Mad Swords here; he'd come almost every day since returning to the shelter.
He closed his eyes, and the sword technique of "Three Mad Swords" appeared in his mind: "Three Mad Swords, Three Mad Swords! Is it the sword that is mad, or the swordsman who is mad!"
These words seemed to echo in his ears, carrying a wild and untamed power. Mo Ming opened his eyes, his gaze sharp as lightning, and suddenly swung his longsword, the sword light like a rainbow, pointing directly at the first bronze figure.
Mo Ming's first sword strike was the "Single Madman Sword".
This sword strike emphasizes the ultimate in power. The sword rises like a mountain rising from the ground, with immense force, as if it wants to crush all obstacles. His sword blade cuts through the air, emitting a deep hum, and the sword light is like a bolt of lightning, slashing straight at the bronze figure's shoulder.
The bronze figure suddenly raised its long sword, which collided with Mo Ming's sword, producing a deafening metallic clang.
Mo Ming felt a jolt in his arm and his hand go numb, but he did not back down. Instead, he used the force of the recoil to swing his sword again.
With this sword strike, he no longer pursued speed, but instead concentrated all his strength on the blade, the sword light pressing down like Mount Tai.
The bronze figure's longsword was slightly deflected by the impact of the sword strike. Mo Ming seized the opportunity, turned the blade, and thrust it straight at the bronze figure's chest.
Although the bronze figure moved mechanically, its reactions were extremely fast. It swiftly parried with its longsword, holding it in front of its chest. Mo Ming's sword tip struck the blade, producing a crisp sound and sending sparks flying.
A hint of madness flashed in Mo Ming's eyes, and his swordplay grew heavier and heavier, each strike carrying a mountain-like oppressive force.
Although the bronze figure was sturdy, its movements began to slow down under Mo Ming's continuous heavy blows.
Mo Ming's sword finally broke through the bronze man's defenses, piercing his chest. The bronze man's movements came to an abrupt halt, as if it had been completely suppressed by the power of the sword.
Mo Ming did not stop. His swordplay suddenly changed, from heavy as a mountain to swift as the wind.
This is the starting stance of "Double Mad Swords," where the sword leaves afterimages, moving with lightning speed. His swords trace countless afterimages in the air, as if countless swords are thrusting out simultaneously, dazzling the eye.
The second bronze figure holds a long spear, the tip of which is like a venomous snake's tongue, aimed straight at Mo Ming's throat.
Mo Ming's sword spun in mid-air, its light flashing like lightning, instantly neutralizing the spear's attack.
His swordplay grew faster and faster, the blade drawing arcs in the air as if weaving a net to firmly lock the bronze figure's spear.
Although the bronze figure's spear was sharp, it appeared clumsy and slow against Mo Ming's swift sword.
Mo Ming's sword kept thrusting out, each strike precisely hitting the bronze figure's joints, causing the bronze figure's movements to gradually stiffen.
Mo Ming's swordplay grew faster and faster, the sword light pouring down like a torrential rain. The bronze man's spear was finally completely suppressed, unable to launch any further attacks.
A crazed smile flashed in Mo Ming's eyes. He suddenly flicked his sword, sending the bronze figure's spear flying from his hand. With a flash of sword light, the bronze figure's head was severed and rolled to the ground. Mo Ming's sword momentum didn't stop; he turned the blade and aimed directly at the third bronze figure.
The third bronze figure holds a giant axe, the blade of which is as wide as a door panel, and with the force of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, it strikes straight at Mo Ming's head.
Mo Ming's swordplay changed again, from lightning fast to wild and unrestrained. This was the ultimate secret of the "Three Mad Swords": the sword moved like a madman, free and invincible.
Mo Ming's sword drew strange arcs in the air, its light flickering like a ghost, seemingly without any discernible pattern.
Although the bronze figure's giant axe was powerful and heavy, it appeared clumsy and powerless against Mo Ming's swordplay. Mo Ming's sword thrust out relentlessly, each strike carrying a frenzied power, as if to utterly shatter all obstacles in its path.
The bronze figure's giant axe was constantly repelled by Mo Ming's sword, leaving the axe blade covered in sword marks.
Mo Ming's swordplay grew increasingly unrestrained, the sword light pouring down like a storm, gradually slowing the bronze figure's movements. Suddenly, Mo Ming's sword flicked, sending the bronze figure's giant axe flying from its grasp. With a flash of sword light, the bronze figure's chest was pierced, and its movements came to an abrupt halt.
Mo Ming's swordplay didn't stop; he turned the blade and aimed directly at the fourth bronze figure. His eyes flashed with a mad light, as if he had become one with the sword, and no one could stop its advance.
Mo Ming's swordplay grew increasingly unrestrained, his blade tracing eerie arcs in the air, the sword light flickering like a ghost.