You've never been Hit.

"One sword is not enough, let me see your three million flying swords," Qiong Qi calmly stretched out his hands, full of confidence.

"Enough," Chen Xia said indifferently, his eyes were pure gray.

Within a kilometer, time instantly slowed down, only Chen Xia was unaffected as he walked holding a golden flying sword, pointing at Qiong Qi's head.

The sword arrived, its sharp tip brought dazzling sword light, showing no intention of restraint as it went straight for the center of Qiong Qi's eyebrows.

Qiong Qi slowly raised his hand, trying to block the flying sword, but he certainly could not block it.

Yet his face showed no panic, on the contrary, he kept smiling.

The flying sword stopped an inch in front of Qiong Qi, blocked by intense divine light, unable to advance any further.

The tip of the sword and the divine light collided intensely, the ground began to collapse, peeling layer by layer, like shedding bark.

Qiong Qi's slowly extending hand arrived, pinching the flying sword, his face revealing a smug smile.

This was the moment he had been waiting for.

Qiong Qi grabbed the flying sword with one hand, overbearing purple divine light spread towards the golden flying sword, already reaching the sword hilt, trying to engulf the entire flying sword.

"You have so many flying swords, lending me one or two is no big deal, right?"

Qiong Qi laughed wildly, looking extremely arrogant.

Chen Xia's hand holding the sword hilt suddenly let go, his two fingers pointed at Qiong Qi, emitting faint bronze aura.

It seemed as if long dragons roar echoed throughout heaven and earth.

Qiong Qi looked up to find himself facing a thousand-foot long real dragon!

The real dragon contained millions of sword intent, its huge golden eyes stared at him, exerting immense pressure. Its whole body's dragon qi pressed the already chaotic ground into further turmoil.

Qiong Qi hurriedly put down the flying sword, his figure distorted under the wrapping purple divine light, appearing a thousand meters away, staring at the thousand-foot real dragon, a fanatic look in his eyes.

"I didn't expect you to really have such a pure dragon imagery, I thought it was just a rumor. Not bad, really not bad!"

"In that case, I'll be taking your three million flying swords and this dragon imagery!"

Qiong Qi laughed maniacally, his words showed he did not take Chen Xia seriously at all, directly trying to take his three million flying swords and dragon imagery to his face.

To be fair, this was more arrogant than Old Wang.

The observing cultivators, especially the senior formal disciples and elders, knew Qiong Qi was not joking.

Because Qiong Qi's divine light barrier and many supernatural powers were all snatched away.

He had an exceptionally sinister Destiny Stealing Physique that allowed him to seize others' grand dao supernatural powers, accumulating them in himself. At most he could seize three kinds, if he seized any more, it would replace one of the previous supernatural powers.

It was precisely by relying on his Destiny Stealing Physique that Qiong Qi rose step by step, becoming stronger the more he fought, his talent soaring higher as well.

Most terrifying of all, once you lost to Qiong Qi once, you could never win again.

Many elders looked favorably upon Qiong Qi, the three chief elders even directly extended an olive branch, taking Qiong Qi as their disciple to share honor and disgrace.

Today, Qiong Qi had come for Chen Xia, evidently coveting his three million flying swords, wanting to take them for himself.

However, the observing cultivators also had a question - could Qiong Qi really swallow three million flying swords?

Chen Xia could swallow three million flying swords because he was a freak throughout the ages, the only one of his kind.

What right did you, Qiong Qi, have to swallow them?

Could it be that you are the second freak?

Upon careful thought, the observers quickly realized the crux of the matter.

He didn't necessarily have to swallow all three million flying swords, he could also sell them. Qiong Qi only needed the strongest few hundred swords.

What a good idea.

It was evident Qiong Qi was after Chen Xia's three million flying swords from the very start.

Now he did not conceal his wolfish ambition at all, directly telling Chen Xia such words to his face.

It could be seen Qiong Qi was extremely arrogant, completely fearless. But he did have the capital to be so mad.

Chen Xia held the golden flying sword in front of him, looking at Qiong Qi, exhaling and smiling.

"You want the flying swords, don't you? I can give them to you, but can you withstand them?"

He strode forward, stomping heavily, dust rising from the ground, darkness instantly enveloping the space for thousands of kilometers, no light at all.

A bright red full moon abruptly rose in the sky, blood red moonlight spilling over the entire space.

A red crown appeared on Chen Xia's head, representing seizing 30% of Qiong Qi's strength, the golden real dragon behind him also turned red, its pure vertical pupils stared fixedly at Qiong Qi.

"Good move," Qiong Qi clapped, an irrepressible smile at the corner of his mouth, stretching wider and wider, finally laughing out loud bending over.

"If only I had met you earlier, I really want those magic treasures and supernatural powers of yours!"

The real dragon suddenly charged over, shrouded in crimson moonlight, its momentum shook the heavens!

Qiong Qi clenched his divine light in both hands, revealing behind him a circle of purple formations, layered inside with purple divine light, like countless overlapping eyes.

"Fire!" Qiong Qi shouted cruelly.

Hundreds of purple eyes erupted with unmatched divine light, shooting at the dragon imagery, continuously piercing through it, reducing the imagery's strength.

Chen Xia after all had an inferior cultivation realm, a peak Mountain Moving Realm forcing a fight against a Sea Inversing Realm 6-layer was too disadvantageous. If they were both at the Mountain Moving Realm or Sea Inversing Realm, Chen Xia would definitely win steadily.

After all, his three million flying swords and Reincarnation Extremity used in solo fights, he really did not know how to lose.

At least below the Quasi-Saint level, Chen Xia's battles against those of equal realm should be steady victories.

But Chen Xia rarely fought those of equal realm, often punching above his weight class, now directly surmounting a whole great realm, six small realms.

This was a gap ordinary cultivators did not even dare imagine.

It was like an ordinary person holding a dagger trying to make a top general wielding a firearm raise his hands.

Being able to put up a bit of a fight was already shocking and astounding. If he directly won, Chen Xia would thoroughly prove one thing.

Realm and seniority counted for sh*t, only strong combat ability mattered.

In fact, Chen Xia did have quite a good chance of winning.

The real dragon imagery was melted away by hundreds of beams of divine light, unable to be summoned in a short time.

Qiong Qi's Hundred Eyes Formation behind him did not disappear, turning to look at Chen Xia, strange lights bursting out from the hundreds of identical eyes.

"From the moment you swallowed three million flying swords, I started paying attention to you. I'm just too greedy for them."

"These are the three million flying swords of Sword Forest! Ordinary sword cultivators can only obtain one sword, what right do you have to swallow all three million flying swords!"

"You don't have a special physique, aren't an ancient race, and don't have any background either. You're just a cultivator who ascended from the Lower Realms. What right do you have?"

"Just because you're lucky?"

Qiong Qi nearly roared out the questions, his voice contained jealousy and greed.

Chen Xia stood in place, a hint of bronze color appearing on his hand, also answering.

"You really never got your ass kicked before."

He pinched the bronze sword forged from a half-Saint's remnants.

Also the strongest and only......

Half-Immortal Sword among the three million flying swords!