Chapter 451: A Ray of Light

ure light sword to block Yun Youzi's flying sword. As the two swords were about to clash, he suddenly unsealed the mark between his brows. His strength surged, and the azure light sword also burst for...Although the distance was still far, the terrifying scene made everyone's hearts pound with fear and their expressions reveal extreme tension.

Only cultivators at the結丹 stage can cause such devastating power.

Qin Sang looked up, his mind racing.

He glanced at the battlefield out of the corner of his eye. Luck was on their side; their squad had been assigned to the left wing rear section. If things looked bad, they could retreat as quickly as possible.

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With Mu Yifeng by my side, and other fellow disciples not too far away, they can always lend a helping hand. There's no need to worry about dying unexpectedly.

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However, unless there was a major rout, no one dared to desert their post in battle, or they would be executed on the spot.

With Xiaohan's current strength, they are not afraid of the Heavenly Alliance at all and would not be defeated instantly. There is still a chance to fight this battle.

Qin Sang skillfully summoned his weapon, the 寒金劍 dancing around him. In one hand, he held the Yin Yang Disk, while in the other, he drew out a iron chain-like artifact.

After countless battles, Qin Sang had replaced his weapons several times. The Yin-Yang Compass and the Cold Gold Sword were still in use because these two artifacts were the most convenient for him.

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However, the Cold Jade Sword was vastly different from its appearance three years ago. Qin Sang would refine the Cold Jade Sword every time he obtained suitable spiritual materials. Now that the spirit sword's power had surged, it was undoubtedly among the top-tier artifacts.

Mu Yifeng had never participated in such a large-scale battle before, feeling a bit uneasy. He transmitted his voice, "Senior Brother Qin, you have rich experience. Give me some pointers, what should we do later"

Qin Sang comforted, "Mu senior brother, with your cultivation, there's no need to worry too much. No matter what, always remain calm! Remember never to be greedy for success and recklessly advance, stray from the battle formation..."

Qin Sang also disciplined the other members of the squad in this way.

This feeling is the reason he's still so full of life.

Mu Yifeng slowly let out a breath and made up his mind, "I will follow my junior brother closely..."

In the blink of an eye, the battlefield was getting closer.

Qin Sang and Mu Yifeng had no desire to speak. They stared intently at the dark clouds in the distance, as if facing a great enemy.

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Amidst the swirling clouds, it was impossible to discern with the naked eye which side held the upper hand. One could only see figures resembling demons battling amidst the chaos.

Every time the dharma treasures collided, there was a flash of rainbow light, and even the residual waves caused tremendous waves in the water.

Battles between cultivators during the結丹 period, Qin Sang had already observed many times, but every time he saw it, he was still shocked and yearned for it.

This battle was more intense than any Qin Sang had ever seen before.

Because all the cultivators of the foundation establishment period from both sides had mobilized, Deputy Island Master Xiao hastily left a sentence of instructions and then, with his sword transformed into a rainbow, joined the battlefield at the fastest speed possible.

There was a commotion all around.

Every time a major event occurs, Qin Sang remains calm, her expression unchanged. Her gaze scans the surroundings of the dark clouds and lightning, searching for the foundation-building cultivators of the Tianxing Alliance. Could it be that they haven't arrived yet

Just then, Qin Sang's eyes narrowed suddenly, and he saw something strange in the dark clouds.

Mu Yifeng beside him also noticed, and transmitted his voice to Qin Sang, pointing at him, "Qin Shidi, look at that beam of light!"

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What Mu Yifeng pointed to was indeed the depths of the dark clouds.

Even with the dense clouds blanketing the sky, that ray of light shone through. It wasn't bright, not comparable to the surrounding lightning which danced and crackled, but it was soft, like moonlight, yet from this distance, it remained clearly visible.

This beam of light descended from the heavens, like a sword, piercing through the dark clouds.

Above, connected to the starry river; below, reaching into the water's expanse.

The light in the beam had a rhythm, as if there were a strange power being transmitted between them.

Qin Sang strained his neck to look up, only able to see the beam disappear into the depths of the stars, its end unknown. He could only lower his head and gaze at the vast expanse of water, searching for its source.

The beam of light falls into the water.

That body of water was affected by the war, with high winds and rough seas. The waves crashed and churned violently.

But where the beam touched the water, a small patch shimmered with a quicksilver sheen, like a mirror, eerily still. No matter how large the waves, once they neared, they would be silently consumed by the beam.

“This is...”

Qin Sang noticed that the beam's landing point was right in the center of the battlefield. His heart skipped a beat as he stared at that patch of water, muttering, "Is Mount Zhentian within the mirror"

Immediately, Qin Sang discovered ripples of prohibition within the mirror's gleam. However, this kind of prohibition was unlike anything Qin Sang had ever seen before. Just like the beam of light, it remained opaque to him.

We can only guess based on experience. The Mirror Ban might be able to summon the power of the stars, it's definitely not simple.

More and more people are discovering the existence of beams, to their astonishment.

However, they soon lost their appetite for discussion.

In the south, countless fleeing lights formed a massive expanse of light, no less impressive than a sunrise. It entered their field of vision, and their opponents had indeed arrived.

Enemies when they meet, their eyes are especially red with hatred.

Both sides were very tacit, and coincidentally changed direction to avoid the battlefield of the cultivators in the Dan Formation period.

The distance between them was getting closer and closer. Under the starry sky, they could already see the ferocious expressions of their enemies across from them.

"Form your battle lines!"

Qin Sang shouted.

Within the battlefield, there are many battle formations led by renowned masters like Qin Sang and Elder Rong. Each person 'controls' a specific area, gathering the strength of their fellow disciples to fight against the enemy.

Although Qin Sang's cultivation was a bit lacking, his reputation with the Shadowless Sword was renowned. Furthermore, he hadn't missed a single major battle and had abundant experience.

All that remained were the sounds of whispers among these masters as they communicated telepathically.

The time has come, let's give the order together.

As Qin Sang gave the order, all the cultivators surrounding him roared in unison, jointly mobilizing their spiritual energy, contributing from within themselves, converging on Qin Sang as the center.

Qin Sang raised both hands, the crowd's spiritual energy merging in his palms, forming a dazzling orb of light. To those around him, it was no less radiant than the bright full moon hanging high in the sky.

A constant flow of spiritual energy surged in, making it a struggle to even control it. Qin Sang's arms bulged with veins, his entire body trembling slightly.

Everyone concentrated their strength, but unfortunately, although the formation was strong, its power couldn't be stacked infinitely. Otherwise, Qin Sang would definitely have exploded and died.

Now, it's reached the limit.

Mu Yifeng and others guarded Qin Sang, preventing accidents.

"Hold!"

As the orb of light coalesced to its limit, Qin Sang gritted his teeth and rapidly formed complex hand seals. With each change in the seal, the orb also shifted rapidly, gradually taking the shape of a nascent air blade.

The air knife was only a little over a foot long, with a slender blade that gleamed like jade. The tip pointed upwards, making it look very delicate and refined.

With so many Qi-refining masters pooling their power into the Air Blade, no one dared to underestimate it.

The blade shimmered with a cold light. Looking at the qi blade, one almost felt as if they were being sliced apart.

Along with Qin Sang, Rong Shixiong and others also made the same move.

A number of energy blades, outwardly similar in shape, formed above the battlefield. Then, under Qin Sang and others' control, they all flew toward the front of the battle formation.

A line of blades pointed at the Heavenly Alliance's battle formation.

At the same time, the enemy across from them was not to be outdone; they formed a wind formation.

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The hurricane swept in, carrying with it countless chilling blades of wind.As he fled at high speed, he immediately summoned the Nascent Soul talisman puppet to stand behind him.Immediately, a tremendous force struck.'Bang!'Qin Sang only felt a sharp pain, let out a muffled...