The Otherworldly God

Chapter 433

The sky above Jimen Plain was covered with thick clouds, and the faint fog made the entire Jimen Plain gray.

There are no weeds, trees or flowers here. It is seldom visited by humans and even fewer wild animals, making the entire Jimen wilderness barren and lifeless.

The battlefield has been vacated and the important work has been done. Le Zheng Yuhua holds the Heavenly Sword in his hand, the tip of the sword lightly touching the ground, his eyes cold and deep.

Mo Yu stood not far away, his black clothes fluttering in the wind, and his folding fan flexibly turned between his slender fingers. Every opening and closing seemed to contain endless wisdom and tricks. He didn't look directly at Le Zheng Yuhua, but his eyes were full of him. A battle was about to break out, like a fateful battle between the Heavenly God Sword and the Heavenly Demon Sword.

"This battle between you and me has long been destined. I don't want to take advantage of someone's misfortune. Since you want to fight, I have no choice but to accompany you to the end."

Mo Yu finally spoke, his voice was low and magnetic. He slowly turned around and met Le Zheng Yuhua's gaze head-on. There seemed to be an invisible force intertwining and colliding between the two of them.

Le Zheng Yuhua sneered: "Just because they are destined and inevitable? I am just in a bad mood."

Before he finished speaking, Le Zheng Yuhua moved like a flash of light, and the Heavenly Sword instantly turned into a dazzling sword light, as if the clouds were cut apart, and it came straight towards Mo Yu.

Mo Yu was not in a hurry. He gently opened his folding fan, and a black gas lingered on it, which turned into countless sharp sword shadows, interweaving with the sword light of the god, making a deafening roar.

On the battlefield, light and shadow intertwined, sword energy crisscrossed, and every collision stirred up layers of air waves, and the surrounding space seemed to tremble. Le Zheng Yuhua and Mo Yu, the two of them were as fast as lightning, fighting in the sky and on the ground, and it was difficult to tell who was who.

Mo Yu was hit hard by Le Zheng Yuhua, and he took several steps back after landing.

"You are in a bad mood. There is no reason for me to give in to your temper."

Mo Yu suddenly put away the fan, and dodged Le Zheng Yuhua's fierce attack. Le Zheng Yuhua struck back with another attack, but Mo Yu used the fan to block his sword. The fan gradually emitted a cold light, and the appearance of the Heavenly Demon Sword was completely revealed.

Everyone who didn't know that his folding fan was the Heavenly Demon Sword was shocked when they saw this scene. They all sighed and didn't expect that he had been using the Heavenly Demon Sword. Then they became excited. After all, the Heavenly God Sword and the Heavenly Demon Sword were the two great artifacts predicted. They all believed that this was a fateful battle.

The blades of the Heavenly God Sword and the Heavenly Demon Sword were facing each other. As they continued to inject spiritual energy, a low humming sound continued to be heard where the two collided. The two looked at each other and dodged backwards before the huge air flow ball exploded.

The air flow ball exploded, emitting powerful airflow in all directions. The two men simply raised their swords to block the airflow.

The two men seemed to be calm and composed, but in fact a big hole had been blown out on the ground.

The air currents subsided, the dust settled, and in the gray haze of the Jimen Plain, two figures were still standing. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but were still not satisfied, as this competition seemed to have just begun.

Le Zheng Yuhua and Mo Yu, each holding a sword, with eyes as sharp as torches, moved almost at the same time without any words, and the sword lights intertwined again.

The battle became more and more intense, and every confrontation attracted the vitality of heaven and earth, forming a magnificent picture. The crowd watching had already been deeply attracted by this battle. They held their breath and stared, afraid of missing any details. Le Zheng Shuiling had already led everyone back to Jimen Pass, leaving the entire Jimen Plain to them.

"Sister Shui Ling, he will win, right?"

Le Zheng Shuiling looked down at the little guy who was pulling at her dress. It seemed as if hundreds of years had passed even though they had just been separated from them.

Seeing her worried look, Le Zheng Shui Ling comforted her: "Don't be afraid of losing now, as long as you win in the end."

"Will the demons kill us?"

"The demons are cruel and merciless. We, Lezheng, have been confronting them for many years. Now I am afraid..."

"Hush!" Le Zheng Shui Ling signaled others not to speak. Seeing her gentle smile, he wanted to say something but swallowed it back. "What about the demons, the Taoists, and the people of the world? Don't listen to what others say. Go and see for yourself. The world is huge."

After hearing what she said, Le Zhengqin and Le Zhengfang both showed satisfied expressions.

At this moment, a ray of sunset red fell on everyone's faces, and the entire Jimen Plain became clear. The sky was the sky, the earth was the earth, the clouds were clouds, and the sunset was the sunset. The Jimen Plain seemed to come alive for the first time.

This was enough to fill the hearts of the disciples guarding the city with emotion. Some even shed tears, as if only at this moment they truly felt like they were alive again.

Mo Yu shielded his eyes, "The sunlight is so dazzling."

"Why must the demons live in darkness?"

"You ask me this, but I don't know. It's as if we should live in darkness."

"That's just because you care too much about what others think and are afraid of trouble. Living in darkness, yet still wearing black clothes, is really ridiculous."

Mo Yu swung the sword in his hand and retorted: "I like it."

"Can't you buy clothes other than black?"

"Tsk, nonsense." Mo Yu then used magic to change into a white dress. Le Zheng Yuhua frowned after seeing this, "Just fight, why would anyone comment on the opponent's clothes?"

“I still care too much.”

Mo Yu knew what he meant and didn't want to discuss this matter with him any further, so he drew his sword and attacked.

With Mo Yu's fierce attack, the battle escalated again. Le Zheng Yuhua was not to be outdone. The Heavenly Sword seemed to have life in his hands. Every time he swung it, it drove the surrounding airflow, forming brilliant sword energy. The figures of the two quickly shuttled in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Strange, his cultivation has indeed increased a lot, but his actions don't seem as decisive as before." Mo Yu clenched the Heavenly Demon Sword in his hand, his eyes narrowed slightly, "So what? I have already said that he is the one who wants to take action. He has something on his mind and is absent-minded. What does it have to do with me? Last time, it was me who lost, so I lost. This time, I won't let you go."

Le Zheng Yuhua's hand holding the Heavenly Sword could not help but tremble slightly, as if it would slip away from him at any time.

"I thought you just wanted to erase my memory and didn't want me to be sad, so why did you seal my power? Don't you want me to save you? Do you really have to leave me, Xin'er!"

Mo Yu was ready to attack, and seeing that Le Zheng Yuhua was also ready to fight, Mo Yu attacked without hesitation.

As usual, the two swords would collide and confront each other again, and then there would be another burst of magic power output. As a result, this time, when the Demon Sword met the God Sword, the God Sword was not firmly grasped in his hand, but flew out instead. Le Zheng Yuhua was directly injured by Mo Yu's sword energy.

"Brother Yuhua!"

"Brother!"

Le Zheng Shuiling and Le Zheng Qiming went down the city wall one after the other, stood in front of the door, and watched Le Zheng Yuhua fall down.