Chapter 290 [Flying Sword]

Ning Yao raised his head with a serious expression.

She has always been free and easy and rarely shows this kind of expression.

This has never happened even when facing an enemy that is a hundred times stronger than himself.

In the distant sky, a golden light broke through the sky, like the wrath of God, illuminating the entire earth.

The light gradually condensed and formed a huge five-fingered golden palm print. It fell from the sky, as if it was the judgment of fate, to wipe out all the injustice and evil in the world.

The five fingers of the palm print are distinct, and each finger is like a towering mountain, emitting dazzling golden light.

At the fingertips, the golden lines are like ancient runes, containing endless power.

The palm of the palm print is deep and mysterious, like a bottomless black hole, swallowing up all the light and air around it.

As the palm print descended, the clouds in the sky were dispersed, revealing a clear blue sky.

However, the blue sky appears extremely small and fragile against the backdrop of the palm print.

The shadow of the palm print covered the entire sky, like a huge black curtain, blocking the sunlight and plunging the earth into darkness.

The creatures on the ground felt this terrifying pressure and fled in panic, trying to find a safe shelter.

However, no matter where they fled, the pressure always followed them, making them uneasy and unable to find peace.

The arrival of the palm print was accompanied by a thunderous roar. The sound was like thousands of troops galloping, shaking the earth and making the mountains, rivers and even tremble.

The branches and leaves of the trees swayed wildly in the wind, as if surrendering to this force.

Under this pressure, even the bravest warriors felt unprecedented fear.

Their hearts were filled with doubts and anxieties, not knowing where this power came from and what fate it would bring.

They could only hold their weapons tightly and pray silently, hoping that this force would not destroy them.

However, at this moment, the light of the palm print suddenly became brighter, and its five fingers began to slowly close, as if to hold the whole world in its hands.

The pressure also increased, like an invisible mountain, making it difficult for people to breathe.

Just when people thought the world was about to be destroyed, the palm print suddenly stopped moving, and it quietly floated in the air, as if waiting for something. Although the pressure still existed, it no longer increased, but maintained a suffocating intensity.

People began to realize that this force was not intended to destroy the world, but was conveying a certain message.

It is telling people that everything in the world is under its control, and neither justice nor evil can escape its sight.

Finally, the palm print slowly dissipated in the air, leaving only a golden afterglow, like a ray of hope, illuminating people's hearts.

People began to understand that this force was a manifestation of God's will and a warning and reminder to them.

Under the huge five-fingered golden palm print, the sky suddenly cracked, as if torn apart by an invisible force. From the cracks, countless flying swords poured out like a tide. They were so dense that they covered the sky and formed a spectacular sword rain.

These flying swords have different shapes, some are as thin as needles, some are as broad as knives, some are as curved as snakes, and some are as straight as guns. Their colors are also colorful, some shine with silver-white brilliance, some emit cold blue light, some burn with blazing red flames, and some flash with mysterious purple lightning.

There were so many flying swords that it seemed as if all the stars in the universe were summoned. They intertwined in the air to form a huge sword net that covered the entire sky. At the edge of the sword net, flying swords poured down like a waterfall, forming a waterfall of swords, with the sword tips pointing to the ground, as if ready to fall at any time and swallow everything.

In the sword net, the flying swords collided with each other, making a crisp metallic sound. The sound was like the sound of nature, but it also carried an inexplicable murderous aura. In the center of the sword net, the flying swords rotated, forming huge whirlpools. In the center of the whirlpools were black holes that seemed to be able to swallow everything.

As the flying sword spun, the surrounding air was torn apart, forming visible air currents. These air currents swirled around the sword net like tornadoes, drawing the surrounding clouds and dust into them, making the entire sky even more chaotic.

The sword lights of the flying swords intertwined in the sky, forming dazzling light bands. These light bands were like rainbows, crossing the sky and dividing the entire sky into countless light zones. Between the light zones, the sword lights of the flying swords shuttled like lightning, illuminating the entire sky and making it as bright as day.

Under the sword net, everything on the ground was shocked by this spectacular sight. The branches and leaves of the trees were illuminated by the sword light like gold, and the surface of the river was cut by the sword light like a mirror, reflecting countless sword shadows. Even the earth was illuminated by the sword light like steel, hard and cold.

The sword light of the flying sword cast countless shadows on the ground. These shadows were like ghosts, changing with the movement of the sword light, making the entire ground like a huge chessboard, full of mystery and danger.

Under the cover of countless flying swords, the whole world became like a huge battlefield. The sword light was the flash of swords and the sword net was the battle formation on the battlefield. Each flying sword was a warrior, dancing in the air, ready to attack at any time.

However, at this moment, the sword net suddenly stopped spinning, and all the flying swords stopped in the air, as if waiting for some kind of signal. The whole world fell into a dead silence at this moment, with only the sword light still flickering, as if countless pairs of eyes were watching the world.

Suddenly, a huge sword light shot out from the center of the sword net, rushing straight into the sky, dyeing the entire sky golden. With the appearance of this sword light, all the flying swords began to vibrate, as if they were awakened, emitting an even more dazzling light.

Then, the sword net began to shrink slowly, and all the flying swords began to gather towards the center. They drew beautiful arcs in the air, like meteors, flying towards the center. As the flying swords gathered, the sword net became smaller and smaller, and finally, all the flying swords gathered into a huge sword, suspended in the air, emitting unparalleled pressure.

This giant sword is the essence of countless flying swords. Its existence is like the master of heaven and earth, controlling everything in the world. Its sword body emits endless light, illuminating the entire sky, making the whole world become like a dream.

Under this huge sword shadow, people could only look up, their hearts filled with awe and shock. The scene of countless flying swords has become an eternal picture, deeply imprinted in everyone's heart.

(End of this chapter)