Chapter 133: Heaven and Earth Sword Tomb

Meng Yingxing looked at the Ting Tian Sword in his hand, then at the frozen-looking Xiu Qingcheng, thinking she was backing down in the face of the creature before them.

After all, a flood dragon was still a dragon, related to dragons by name; anything involving dragons was considered a noble creature.

“Don’t be afraid; look at that flood dragon, it only has two small claws, hasn’t transformed into a true dragon yet~”

Even though the flood dragon before them had already opened its mouth, its body as thick as a city wall winding towards them to bite, Xiu Qingcheng still had the mind to worry about Meng Yingxing, patting his shoulder and pointing at it.

“It’s just at the middle stage of the Tiny Star realm; I think you should be able to handle it, right?”

Xiu Qingcheng looked at Meng Yingxing’s face, which was inches away.

The sharp teeth were right in front of him; Meng Yingxing currently had no time to chat idly with Xiu Qingcheng here.

He subconsciously pushed Xiu Qingcheng away, gripping the Ting Tian Sword with both hands to block the biting attack falling from the flood dragon’s swinging mouth.

The flood dragon bit onto the blade of the Ting Tian Sword, dragging Meng Yingxing along with the sword away.

The water current was fierce, slapping Xiu Qingcheng with a huge force, making her spin in the water and retreat a distance.

“Disciple, do your best!”

Watching the flood dragon carrying Meng Yingxing away in the river water, Xiu Qingcheng stayed where she was, forming a megaphone shape with her hands around her mouth, shouting and waving towards Meng Yingxing in the distance.

Only by learning to let go and letting the disciple fight independently like this could his growth be accelerated.

Xiu Qingcheng felt she was really too good at teaching disciples how to train; she could totally open a school now, specifically to teach various masters how to instruct their disciples.

Thinking so narcissistically, Xiu Qingcheng sighed for her own wisdom.

After a while, Xiu Qingcheng finally reacted—

She couldn’t be too far from Meng Yingxing!

If Meng Yingxing went out of range later, not only would the Ting Tian Sword in his hand disappear, but she would also turn back into a dead sword washed away by the river water.

Belatedly realizing this, cold sweat broke out on Xiu Qingcheng’s face, and she hurriedly chased in the direction of Meng Yingxing and the flood dragon.

“Wait for me, I haven’t got on the bus yet!
Wait for me!”

The flood dragon’s sharp teeth were hard as iron, biting firmly onto the Ting Tian Sword in its mouth, seeming to want to bite the Ting Tian Sword directly into pieces.

But obviously, the Ting Tian Sword wasn’t something just anyone could shatter.

And the flood dragon realized this problem too, so it switched tactics, starting to use its long body like a swinging long rope, trying to fling Meng Yingxing off the hilt.

Meng Yingxing looked at the flood dragon’s scarlet eyes, gripping the hilt of the Ting Tian Sword tightly to prevent himself from being flung away directly.

Immediately after, Meng Yingxing expanded the water-repelling barrier with spiritual power, took a deep breath, and turned the Ting Tian Sword in his hand.

A burst of sword energy shot out from the blade of the Ting Tian Sword, fiercely churning the tender flesh in the flood dragon’s mouth.

But this flood dragon only let out a long cry from its abyss-like giant mouth, not immediately letting go of the Ting Tian Sword; instead, it swam downstream at an even more exaggerated speed.

Out of the corner of his eye, Meng Yingxing suddenly glimpsed a huge and rugged forest of giant rocks behind him, and knew the flood dragon intended to smash him directly into these rocks!

He gritted his teeth, repeatedly shaking out sword energy.

The sword energy was naturally incomparable sharp; after three or five times, even the flood dragon couldn’t take it.

Just as Meng Yingxing was about to hit the huge underwater stone forest, the flood dragon finally let go.

Feeling the clamping force on the Ting Tian Sword disappear, Meng Yingxing hurriedly pulled the sword out of the flood dragon’s mouth, turned back to slash a beam of sword energy at the flood dragon, and then dodged to the side.

The flood dragon’s scales were much harder than the flesh in its mouth; when Meng Yingxing’s sword energy hit them, apart from stirring up a chaotic water vortex, it couldn’t even scrape off a single scale.

The gap between him and his Master was still too big.

Meng Yingxing managed to escape the flood dragon’s clamp immediately, but the flood dragon’s huge body couldn’t turn around so quickly, crashing straight into the stone forest it had intended to smash Meng Yingxing into.

The originally huge stone forest now appeared so tiny in front of the massive flood dragon; with one collision, the flood dragon smashed through layers of the stone forest, like a good shield tunneling machine.

The rocks smashed through couldn’t support the upper part and began to disintegrate into rubble, falling down rumblingly, stirring up turbid mud and dust that buried the flood dragon below and obscured Meng Yingxing’s vision.

As soon as Xiu Qingcheng caught up, she saw the scene of the flood dragon being buried by rubble.

She flicked her red robe, letting out a proud laugh.

“Still thinking of biting the Ting Tian Sword into pieces?
It’s good enough that your teeth weren’t shattered!”

To be honest, the flood dragon was still a bit lacking; it was still far from the realm of transforming into a true dragon.

Both Xiu Qingcheng and Meng Yingxing’s first reaction was that the flood dragon was the guardian beast of the secret realm. But for a guardian beast of a secret realm, choosing a flood dragon at the middle stage of the Tiny Star realm seemed a bit too shabby, right?

Just when Xiu Qingcheng thought the flood dragon would be buried by the rocks like this, a loud explosion suddenly erupted from the rubble; the debris blasted open, and countless huge stones flew in all directions.

Meng Yingxing reacted quickly, moving his body in the water to dodge the splashing giant rocks; for those difficult to dodge, he used the Ting Tian Sword in his hand to shatter them.

At the same time, the flood dragon pounced out from the rubble again, engaging in combat with Meng Yingxing once more.

Not only were its sharp teeth like iron, but a swing of its thick, long tail was like a long whip with a blade, about to lash onto Meng Yingxing’s body.

Meng Yingxing raised his sword with the momentum, swirling the water current and brandishing the Ting Tian Sword to create an airtight defensive wall, somewhat reluctantly blocking the double attack of the flood dragon’s tail and teeth.

From afar, Xiu Qingcheng transformed herself into a spirit state; as long as it wasn’t an attack affecting spiritual power, it had no effect on her, making it perfect for watching the show.

“Do your best, Disciple, do your best.”

Xiu Qingcheng cheered for Meng Yingxing somewhat flatly, having even given up the act of calling out enemy positions for him.

If the disciple always relied on her, how could he grow?!
Hmm?

While Meng Yingxing kept his attention tight to deal with the flood dragon, hearing Xiu Qingcheng’s feeble cheering in his ears made him feel somewhat unable to laugh or cry.

“Master… this flood dragon is very tricky!”

Meng Yingxing said with some difficulty.

This flood dragon was not only tricky, but now he was also condensing a water-repelling barrier with spiritual power; the consumption rate of spiritual power was whoosh whoosh whoosh.

“Add oil!” (Do your best/Go for it!)

Xiu Qingcheng thoughtfully offered her disciple the most sincere and practical blessing!

“…”

“Add oil…”

“Just add oil then!”

Meng Yingxing’s expression hardened, his crimson-gold pupils focusing completely on locking onto every move of the flood dragon before him.

His eyes were cold as winter, the sharpness of his gaze not inferior to the sword in his hand in the slightest.

The four moves of the Enemy-Killing Sword were unleashed successively in his hands, actually gaining some advantage in the attacks against the flood dragon for a period.

But this… this was far from enough.

The Enemy-Killing Sword was now used very skillfully in Meng Yingxing’s hands, but it still hadn’t gained recognition from Xiu Qingcheng, so she had delayed teaching Meng Yingxing other sword moves.

Apart from the swordsmanship taught by the Tianfeng Sect, the “Four Swords of Cloud Coming” and the “Enemy-Killing Sword” were simply far, far from enough when facing a flood dragon at the middle stage of the Tiny Star realm.

Even if Meng Yingxing was strong now, he was only at the Upper Stage of the Tiny Star realm; he simply couldn’t compare with the Middle Stage of the Sand Star realm, especially a demonic beast at that level.

To gain more advantage from the flood dragon, he needed to apply more sword moves.

Meng Yingxing watched the Ting Tian Sword dancing back and forth in his hand, and suddenly recalled the few moves Xiu Qingcheng used with his body to defeat Hua Bukai not long ago.

Meng Yingxing knew himself why he chose to cultivate with the sword since childhood.

Because he always felt he had a special feeling for the sword.

Previously, because he peeked at and stole others’ sword moves, he ended up with the messy sword moves criticized by Xiu Qingcheng as being neither fish nor fowl when he met her.

Perhaps now, he could also borrow Master’s sword moves.

Thinking carefully, that time was also underwater.

So similar to now; Meng Yingxing even remembered the angle and force Xiu Qingcheng used when swinging the Ting Tian Sword with his hand back then.

Then… let’s try it.

Meng Yingxing held his breath slightly, restoring his posture, arm, and the sword in his hand to the angles in his memory.

In his crimson-gold pupils, the flood dragon opened its mouth slightly, dense spiritual power accumulating inside.

The next second, countless water arrows formed from demonic power condensed around the flood dragon, firing at Meng Yingxing simultaneously in an instant.

In the crimson-gold pupils, water arrows swarmed in, killing intent fully revealed.

Xiu Qingcheng couldn’t cheer anymore; seeing Meng Yingxing standing motionless sideways, she felt anxious in her heart and almost rushed out.

And at this very moment, Meng Yingxing’s crimson-gold pupils opened slightly, and the Ting Tian Sword, charged with spiritual power, swung.

“Sword Kills Hundred Nights…, Bloodless Silence!”

The crimson veins on the Ting Tian Sword seemed to respond to Meng Yingxing’s every move, flashing madly.

The water arrows covered the sky, but the sword radiance Meng Yingxing swung out also fiercely covered the earth.

Sword and water arrows collided, both shattering completely.

Xiu Qingcheng, who had rushed halfway, stopped abruptly as if edged, staring blankly at Meng Yingxing’s action, rooted to the spot.

Wait a minute?
Were her eyes playing tricks on her?

Meng Yingxing just now… used a sword move she had used herself but never taught him?

After mimicking one move, Meng Yingxing felt most of his spiritual power being drained away, but this hadn’t reached his limit yet.

Meng Yingxing’s chest rose and fell with heavy breaths; he set up the sword stance again, gritting his teeth to unleash the second sword move from his memory.

“Sword Opens Star Gate… Wind and Moon Same Sky!”

The surging sword intent rolled up the surrounding river water, smashing the flood dragon’s scales, and demonic blood instantly flowed horizontally in the water like branches.

The flood dragon, in pain, stopped its charge towards Meng Yingxing and let out a furious roar.

This also gave Meng Yingxing an excellent opportunity; he pressed his tongue firmly against his teeth, mimicking the last move Xiu Qingcheng had executed with his body.

His crimson-gold pupils seemed to burn in the water, and all his spiritual power concentrated onto the Ting Tian Sword.

But he didn’t know the name of this last move.

Xiu Qingcheng hadn’t shouted the move name out loud.

Yet the name of the last move automatically popped up in Meng Yingxing’s mind.

“Heaven and Earth Sword Tomb, All Things… Silent!”

A line of sword light, a line of ephemeral brilliance, then the sword radiance fell like a star.

The surrounding river flow stopped flowing east for a split second, then returned to its place in an instant.