manynovel Chapter 228 The Spirit of the Sword
Chapter 228 The Spirit of the Sword
“Facing your fears?”
Yang Qing murmured.
Then, Yang Qing's eyes, which had been lowered, looked towards Ye Chenhu again.
It was just at this glance that the surging murderous intent once again rushed towards Yang Qing like a tide, as if the God of Death was bringing down divine punishment.
Yang Qing felt as if he was struck by lightning, with a chill running from the soles of his feet up his spine to his forehead.
"It's so, so scary!"
This is not to say that Yang Qing is timid. On the contrary, Yang Qing is quite brave. He even dares to take a second look and has not collapsed immediately.
Sometimes, the measure of courage is not whether a person is afraid of death.
For example, some people, when facing enemies that are several times their number, still dare to fight forward and fight back.
But this same person, when faced with a powerless witch, could be as timid as a quail, allowing herself to be taken advantage of.
The pressure from his brutal fellows and the mysterious gods were completely different for him.
This is the situation Yang Qing is facing now.
He also wanted to fight to the death, but the opponent's magical power suppressed him and made him unable to move.
Just like a rabbit that is scared to death in front of a tiger, it is difficult to have the thought of resisting.
Just at this moment, Yang Qing thought of the roar that the Jishui Leopard Mo Guang had just made at Ye Chenhu.
In terms of strength, there is a huge gap between the current Jishui Leopard and Ye Chenhu, but that roar fully demonstrated the momentum of the superior.
Although it is obviously weak, the Jishui Leopard is still the Jishui Leopard. Even the weakest star god has his own fangs.
Suddenly, Yang Qing thought of a word: the spirit of drawing the sword.
This was a line from a TV series that was extremely popular in that world before we traveled through time.
The so-called spirit of drawing the sword means that as a swordsman, when you meet your opponent on a narrow road, even if your opponent is the best swordsman in the world and you know you cannot defeat him, you still have to draw your sword.
Even if I am doomed to die, I must still be honorable in defeat.
This is a determination to challenge authority and fate.
It is also a kind of temperament and even a soul imprint.
And now, Yang Qing wants to challenge, at least, to show his weapon.
Zheng!
Thinking of this, Yang Qing’s mind suddenly became clear.
The Taoist meditation mantra and the heart-clearing technique were performed at the same time, followed by the nine-character mantra seal.
In a moment, a long spear suddenly appeared in Yang Qing's hand.
"Jiang Ni. Thunder Armor!"
Layers of lightning burst out from Yang Qing's body, surrounding Yang Qing like a layer of armor, faintly transforming into the shape of a dragon.
As soon as the dragon-shaped lightning appeared, Ye Chenhu's tiger power composed of murderous aura was felt.
For a moment, a dragon and a tiger were facing each other from a distance.
Then, Yang Qing looked at Ye Chenhu again.
The desire to fight is strong.
On the steps, Ye Chenhu saw Yang Qing suddenly looking at him, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.
Ji Shuibao's previous guess was correct. Ye Chenhu's magical power was indeed the might of a tiger. To be more precise, it was the natural pressure on all ordinary lives. He was the master, the creator, and the "god".
Being able to look Ye Chenhu in the eye in this blood-colored mist is like looking into the eyes of "God" and challenging the majesty of God.
"You are controlling the power of thunder and lightning, that's interesting."
Then Ye Chenhu just waved his hand at Yang Qing, and Yang Qing felt a tremendous pressure coming like a dark cloud.
"Kneel down and submit to me!"
The next moment, the tiger power he simulated burst out with divine power and roared towards Yang Qing.
All this happened silently outside the steps. The monks who were watching only saw Yang Qing suddenly summon a soul spear, and then lightning filled his body. He looked powerful but also seemed to be struggling.
On the steps, blood-red mist began to rise. Ye Chenhu was still looking down at Yang Qing, waiting for Yang Qing to kneel down because he could no longer hold on to his power.
Faced with the overwhelming pressure like a mountain, Yang Qing's body was also filled with lightning.
The dragon-shaped lightning composed of thunder also sounded like a dragon's roar in response to the tiger's roar.
Then Yang Qing's eyes showed an unyielding look and he thrust out with the spear in his hand.
"No matter how you look down on all living beings, I dare to kill gods!
This shot is the first in the world!"
With a stab in the void, lightning snakes spread out, and in an instant, Yang Qing had stepped onto the second step of the stairs.
The monks watching around were confused and thought that Yang Qing had finally overcome his fear and was ready to go to the eighth floor to continue the challenge.
Little did they know that Ye Chenhu's challenge had already begun.
This small step turned out to be a big step for Yang Qing.
From then on, Yang Qing dared to "kill God".
Among the onlookers, old man Zhang Baiju showed a look of relief. He laughed, stroked his beard, and walked towards the eighth floor.
At this moment, the "confrontation" between Yang Qing and Ye Chenhu was still going on, but facing Ye Chenhu's coercive power, old man Zhang Baiju just flicked his sleeves and blew the blood mist away from his body.
With slow steps, Zhang Baiju slowly climbed up to the eighth floor.
Ye Chenhu had said before that only Yang Qing was allowed to go to the eighth floor.
But after Yang Qing's cat went up, old man Zhang Baiju, who had disguised himself a little and did not reveal his identity, also went up.
Immediately, many monks who loved to watch the fun in the crowd became interested.
There was a person with a lively personality who immediately followed old man Zhang Baiju and stepped onto the stairs to the eighth floor.
But the next moment, the man's body suddenly froze, and then he stood there on the steps in a daze.
Afterwards, his whole body felt like a sieve. He stood on the steps for less than three breaths before he was frightened faint by Ye Chenhu's magical power.
Even feces and urine leaked into one of his trouser pockets.
This sudden change stunned the monks who were watching. Only then did they realize that the stairs leading to the eighth floor were not so easy to climb.
He could only watch in horror as Yang Qing slowly climbed up the eight steps, step by step.
After more than ten breaths, Yang Qing completely climbed the last step and successfully reached the eighth floor.
Faced with Yang Qing who barely survived his magical powers, Ye Chenhu was not at all discouraged. Instead, he looked at Yang Qing with admiration, then turned around and said to Zhang Baiju beside him.
"Master Zhang Baiju, I have completed the task you assigned to me. This kid is pretty good. Not only is he skilled, but he also has courage that most people don't have.
Next, you guys chat, but don’t forget what you promised me.”
Then Ye Chenhu said to the monks who were watching below: "Two people come up and hang the red lanterns on the eaves of the eighth floor."
As soon as these words were spoken, the monks downstairs were in an uproar.
The red lanterns hung on the outer circle meant that Yang Qing had reached the eighth floor.
"Why, General Ye, the competition hasn't even started yet, why are you hanging up the lanterns?
Are you going to let the water go?"
A voice from downstairs asked angrily.
"Humph, the test on my level starts with climbing the stairs. If you have the ability, you can also try to climb them."
As soon as these words were spoken, the discussions downstairs stopped immediately. After all, there was a person at the scene who was so scared that he peed and shit his pants.
On the eighth floor, old man Zhang Baiju waved to Yang Qing.
"Come on, kid, let's go upstairs and talk."
Then he walked slowly to the ninth floor.