Chapter 904: Deadly Battle

The yellow flood dragon charged unhindered, continuing its assault on Wang Qingshan. It opened its gaping maw and spewed a blinding yellow light towards him.

Wang Qingshan made a sword gesture, and seven shimmering green flying swords shot out. They circled once, merged into a single colossal sword light over ten zhang long, and flew straight towards the yellow flood dragon.

The massive sword light easily shattered the yellow glow and fiercely slashed towards the yellow flood dragon.

The sky suddenly darkened, and the seawater reflected a fiery crimson, as if it were ablaze.

A gigantic crimson fire cloud hung high in the sky. Muffled thunder-like sounds emanated from within the cloud, radiating an overwhelming heatwave.

A ruddy-faced old man in a red robe stood with a crimson banner in his hand, his expression indifferent.

He fiercely waved the red banner in his hand, and a dazzling red light shot out, disappearing into the crimson fire cloud.

The crimson fire cloud churned violently like boiling water. Crimson firestones the size of water vats flew out from the cloud, plummeting towards Wang Qingshan like falling meteors.

The yellow flood dragon shook its head and tail, disengaging from the battle to avoid the crimson firestones.

Beyond that, Ye Lang and his two companions also controlled their magical treasures, attacking Wang Qingshan.

An astonishing sword intent surged from Wang Qingshan. Countless ethereal green flying sword projections appeared, rapidly solidifying and swirling around him. A green tornado over ten zhang tall materialized from thin air, swiftly sweeping towards Ye Lang and his two companions.

One picks the softer persimmons to squeeze. While Wang Qingshan might not be able to defeat Huang Yuxu, it didn't mean he couldn't handle Ye Lang and his two companions.

As the crimson firestones approached within ten zhang of the green tornado, a large burst of green sword energy shot out, shattering them. Some crimson firestones struck the ground, instantly creating massive craters, and the crimson flames ignited the surrounding weeds, quickly spreading the blaze.

With a loud whooshing sound, the green tornado rushed directly towards Ye Lang and his two companions at a considerable speed.

The red-robed elder frowned. The red banner in his hand glowed intensely as he violently waved it, causing a scorching current of air to materialize. It transformed into a crimson tornado over twenty zhang tall, carrying an overwhelming heatwave, and moved to intercept the green tornado.

A layer of red light appeared on his body as he rapidly retreated. Ye Lang and his other companion simultaneously controlled their magical treasures to attack the green tornado while flying backward.

The green and crimson tornadoes collided, unleashing a powerful shockwave. The shockwave swept up vast amounts of dust, uprooting some trees and sending them spiraling into the sky.

Boom!

With a tremendous roar, the crimson tornado was shredded to pieces by the green tornado.

"Man and Sword as One!"

A cold shout rang out, and three dazzling green lights shot out from within the green tornado, each striking towards one of Ye Lang's three companions.

Hearing this, Ye Lang and his two companions were greatly alarmed and quickly cast spells to defend themselves.

The red-robed elder lightly waved the red banner in his hand, releasing a vast sheet of crimson flames to block in front of him, and also summoned a red shield to stand before him.

Ye Lang's yellow blade vibrated, sending out a large array of yellow blade projections that slashed towards his opponent. At the same time, he slapped a yellow talisman onto himself, causing a yellow battle armor to appear and protect his entire body.

The other man in a blue shirt summoned a blue command flag, which transformed into a blue water curtain that enveloped his entire body.

A series of muffled clangs of metal on metal rang out, accompanied by a scream.

A long green streak pierced through the blue-shirted man's defenses, shredding him into a spray of blood. With a flash of green light, Wang Qingshan's figure reappeared.

"You spared me back then, so I'll spare you now. Leave this place, or don't blame me for being merciless with my sword."

Wang Qingshan transmitted his voice to Ye Lang. Since Ye Lang had spared Wang Qingjing in the past, Wang Qingshan intended to return the favor. If he had targeted Ye Lang just now, Ye Lang would surely have died.

"In this world of jianghu, many things are beyond one's control," Ye Lang replied through voice transmission, shaking his head.

A loud whooshing sound pierced the air as a yellow shadow suddenly appeared before Wang Qingshan, charging directly for his head.

Wang Qingshan flicked his wrist, sending out a vast stream of green sword energy. A layer of golden light appeared on his body—it was the defensive spiritual technique, Lapis Lazuli Golden Body.

Boom!

A colossal force struck him. Wang Qingshan was hit by the yellow shadow and immediately sent flying backward, embedding himself in the stone wall and spitting out a large mouthful of blood.

A low rumbling sound filled the air as a red volcano, over ten zhang tall and enveloped in crimson flames, slammed down towards him.

Boom!

The red volcano suddenly shattered into pieces. Wang Qingshan flew into mid-air, his face slightly pale.

He flicked his sleeve, and seven shimmering green flying swords shot out, swirling around him. After a momentary blur, they transformed into thousands of green flying swords, raining down on the yellow flood dragon.

"Petty tricks!" The yellow flood dragon spoke in human tongue, its tone full of disdain. A dazzling yellow light shot out, transforming into a several-zhang-wide yellow jade plate, its surface covered in runes and shimmering with crystalline light.

As the green flying swords approached the yellow jade plate, they seemed to lose control, one after another, and were absorbed onto its surface.

The crimson fire cloud churned violently. With a flash of red light, it transformed into a crimson fire python over thirty zhang long. The fire python's body appeared to be pieced together from crimson firestones, and its surface was cloaked in crimson flames as it lunged at Wang Qingshan.

Wang Qingshan hastily consumed two drops of thousand-year spirit milk, his face flushing crimson.

He flicked his sleeve, and nine shimmering green flying swords flew out, swirling around him. The nine green flying swords emanated an astonishing spiritual energy fluctuation.

This was his first time using this set of Tier-2 flying swords. If he hadn't consumed two consecutive drops of thousand-year spirit milk, Wang Qingshan wouldn't have been able to sustain it.

A clear sword hum resonated as the nine green flying swords encircled Wang Qingshan, their hilts facing him and their tips pointing outwards.

With a flash of green light, the nine green flying swords spun rapidly, creating a fierce gale. Wang Qingshan transformed into a green tornado over thirty zhang tall, sweeping rapidly towards the red-robed elder.

This time was different from before. The previous tornado was generated by a large amount of sword energy, while this one was created by nine Tier-2 flying swords. The latter's power was several times that of the former.

The red-robed elder was greatly startled. He violently waved the red banner in his hand, sending out a vast wave of crimson fire that transformed into a crimson torrent, striking towards the green tornado.

He donned a pair of red gauntlets and punched towards the void. A dense flurry of red fist shadows flew out, striking the green tornado.

Boom!

As the green tornado passed, loud whooshing sounds filled the air. The dense red fist shadows struck the green tornado, but they were like mud entering the sea, having no effect.

The red-robed elder secretly cried out in dismay. He transformed into a red streak of light and sped away. However, a colossal sword light over a hundred zhang long suddenly shot out from within the green tornado, instantly catching up to the red streak of light.

With a shriek, the gigantic sword light sliced the red streak of light in half.

A yellow light streaked over, instantly appearing before the green tornado, and was swept into it by the powerful airflow.

Boom!

A blinding yellow light suddenly flared. The green tornado abruptly burst apart, and the yellow flood dragon surged into the yellow light. Wang Qingshan was sent flying backward, crashing heavily onto the ground, spitting blood profusely. His clothes were tattered, and there were several long bloody gashes on his arms, with bone faintly visible. His body was covered in wounds, his aura weakened, and the nine green flying swords lay scattered on the ground.

He gasped for breath, his gaze fixed on the yellow flood dragon not far away.

"Man and Sword as One."

The nine green flying swords rose, rapidly merging into a single colossal sword that seemed to pierce the sky. Wang Qingshan merged into this colossal sword, its light flared, emitting an aura of world-destroying power, and it shot straight towards the yellow flood dragon.

It was either life or death; he had no other choice.