boyutpedia Chapter 125 Let's Sing a Drunken Song to the Heavens
Chapter 125 Let's Sing a Drunken Song to the Heavens
Li Jingyun broke through the encirclement, staggering several times in the air, blood continuously dripping from the wound on his left shoulder, leaving a glaring trail of blood behind him.
His face was as pale as paper, and his breath was extremely weak, but his expression remained calm and confident, even exuding an air of arrogance that looked down upon the world.
On the battlefield below, both sides' disciples were drawn to this sudden turn of events.
However, Li Jingyun seemed oblivious to all of this.
His gaze swept across the area below, finally settling on the smoothest and steepest part of the main cliff face of the Litian Cliff, where the words "Heaven has no hatred, but those who part have hatred" were carved.
That cliff face, a spiritual symbol of the Heavenly Palace, is as smooth as a mirror, overlooking the entire battlefield.
He laughed, though the smile was distorted by pain, but the arrogance and unruliness within it remained undiminished.
"May I borrow your space to leave a message?"
Li Jingyun's voice was hoarse, yet it clearly reached the ears of everyone below.
Having said that, disregarding his severely injured body, he took the Dragon Roar Sword and transformed into a streak of light.
Instead of fleeing, Li Jingyun charged straight toward the precipice that represented the dignity of the Li Tian Palace!
"Stop him!" Qiu Xiaochi roared from afar, but he was held back by Qiu Xiaochi.
Protector Zili also chased after him, her eyes filled with complex and unreadable emotions as she watched Li Jingyun rush towards the cliff.
She wanted to make a move, but the backlash from before and the turmoil in her heart made her movements hesitant.
The remaining elders and disciples of the Li Tian Palace were intimidated by Li Jingyun's desperate counterattack, which was aimed directly at the symbol of the sect.
With the desperate obstruction of the Zhenwu Sect and other disciples of the Dao Academy, for a time, no one was able to stop them in time!
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Li Jingyun flew to the edge of the precipice. He hovered in mid-air, his body swaying precariously, blood flowing down his sword-wielding arm and dripping into the abyss.
He raised the Dragon Roar Sword, its tip pointing towards the cliff below.
The dark blue sword hummed, its blade emitting a series of dragon roars.
He didn't use any complicated moves; he simply channeled his remaining spiritual power, along with his will, pride, and even the annihilation finger force and the murderous aura of separation that had seeped into his shoulder, into a wild and arrogant sword intent, pouring it all into the tip of his sword.
With blood as ink, and sword as pen!
The dragon roars and the sword dances, on the smooth, mirror-like silver-gray cliff face, the strokes are like dragons and snakes, iron strokes and silver hooks!
With each stroke, stone chips flew everywhere, mingling with the blood splattered from his wounds, blending into the deep strokes and presenting a poignant dark red hue!
He wrote a poem, a poem that is unrestrained, flamboyant, and defiant:
"Laughing, I traverse the chaotic winds and clouds of the nine heavens."
As the first sentence fell, sword energy surged forth, seemingly encapsulating his earlier struggle against demons, both inside and outside the palace, accompanied by a nonchalant chuckle.
"The sword divides the vast expanse of the Milky Way."
The second sentence describes the sword intent as overwhelming, with the Dragon Roar Sword drawing upon the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder and unleashing the unparalleled power of the Starry Sky Sword, as if a single sword could truly cleave the Milky Way in two!
"Testing the frost-covered blade atop the precipice of heaven,"
The third sentence clarifies the location, casually referring to this life-or-death battle as "testing the frost blade," viewing the demons of the Heavenly Palace as a whetstone, displaying utmost contempt and arrogance!
"Let us sing a drunken song to the heavens!"
The last sentence was earth-shattering! In that critical moment of injury, he did not utter a mournful cry, but rather a triumphant invitation to the heavens to revel in his victory, a song of unbridled passion!
A jade robe and long sword, a symbol of elegance; mountains and rivers do not dwell on the past; composing poems in madness, he is free from sorrow.
What a carefree spirit! What an unrestrained and wild attitude! Anyone would be impressed by this kind of spirit!
The four lines of poetry were inscribed beneath the giant characters: "Heaven has no hatred, but those who part have their own hatred."
The blood-red verses, seemingly carrying a scorching heat and a soaring sword intent, formed a breathtaking contrast with the sorrowful intent of the Li Tian Palace!
Lu Ming was deeply shaken in the side hall. He stared blankly at Li Jingyun's figure, wishing he could fight alongside his senior brother Li.
The phrase "spirited and vigorous" hardly does justice to Li Jingyun's current state.
Lu Ming was so captivated by the sight that he momentarily forgot about Ning Qingxue's earlier instructions to escape.
Chu Tianyi, Mo Yuan, and the others exclaimed in alarm, desperately breaking through the obstruction to rush forward and provide support.
At this moment, the entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence.
Everyone stared blankly at the blood-red poem on the cliff face.
That poem wasn't just carved with a sword; it was imprinted with an earth-shattering battle, with an unyielding spirit that refused to retreat despite serious injuries, and with a carefree attitude towards life and death!
Every word seemed to be burning the eyes of everyone in the Heavenly Palace, interrogating their souls.
Qiu Xiaochi stared at the poem, his face turning ashen, his chest heaving violently, and finally he coughed up a mouthful of blood, whether from injury or anger, it was unclear.
Zi Li stared at the blood-stained figure, momentarily stunned.
She glanced again at the blood-red words flying freely on the cliff, and subconsciously touched her face, which was no longer covered by a veil. In her eyes, hatred, confusion, and a trace of indescribable emotion intertwined, and she remained silent for a long time.
The disciples of Zhenwu Sect erupted in thunderous cheers, their morale soaring!
Although Li Jingyun was seriously injured, he braved the heavens alone with his sword, fought against the four demons, wrote a blood inscription on the cliff, and left with a smile!
This brilliance and these achievements are enough to shake the entire land and become a legend!
Regardless of the final outcome of this battle, Li Jingyun's name is now inextricably linked to this Li Tian Cliff and this blood-written poem, and can never be erased.
The moment the poem was completed, Li Jingyun swayed, but did not fall!
He took out a pill the size of a longan, brimming with vitality, and put it into his mouth without even looking at it!
The pill entered his stomach and transformed into a warm current, instantly flowing through his limbs and bones, forcibly suppressing the rampant Annihilation Finger Force, and injecting a new power into his almost depleted meridians.
An unusual flush rose on his pale face, and his breath suddenly quickened as if in a final burst of energy!
Although it is far from recovered, the corrosive magic has been suppressed.
Li Jingyun brandished his longsword, his eyes even more unrestrained, filled with a battle intent that looked down upon the world!
He turned around abruptly, his blood-stained white robes fluttering in the wind, and the Dragon Roar Sword once again pointed at the Heavenly Palace.
Li Jingyun's gaze swept like cold lightning over the pursuing Zi Li Protector and the Li Tian Palace disciples who were trying to surround him below, his voice carrying a hint of arrogance:
"The Heavenly Palace is nothing special! I, Li, am not yet satisfied. Who dares to fight again?!"
Before he finished speaking, instead of retreating, he advanced, transforming into a sword of light and charging towards the gate of the Heavenly Palace!
He actually went back to fight again!
Junior Brother Lu is still inside.
He, Li Jingyun, could write in blood on a cliff and laugh defiantly at the heavens, but he could never abandon his fellow disciples and escape alone!
He must bring back those he brought out intact.
"Stop him! He's already at his limit; even if he took the pill, it's just a bluff!" an elder from the Li Tian Palace shouted, trying to stop him.
However, at this moment, Li Jingyun's sword style suddenly changed!
If his swordsmanship before still carried the mystery of the Taoist academy, then at this moment, his sword was nothing but pure madness and arrogance!
The Dragon Roar Sword was wielded with great force and a fierce, all-or-nothing aura, as if it meant certain death for the enemy!
Sword light flashed, each strike seemingly burning with life, carrying the blood constantly seeping from his shoulder, the potential forcibly stimulated by the Great Rejuvenation Pill, and the indomitable pride forged by that blood poem!
"puff!"
A master from the Heavenly Palace who tried to stop him was cleaved away by the wild sword light, along with his magical artifact, his blood splattering across the sky.
Li Jingyun's eyes burned with fervor. He brandished his sword while laughing maniacally, a chilling laugh echoing through the crowd. He fought his way through the crowd and charged into the Li Tian Palace once again!
His figure disappeared into the shadows at the palace gate, leaving behind only a devastated battlefield.
The blood-red poem on that cliff face, seemingly still burning, drew countless gazes, some shocked, others filled with a complex mix of shock and admiration.
Qiu Xiaochi's face turned ashen. He hadn't expected Li Jingyun to be so tenacious, and he certainly hadn't expected him to dare to launch a surprise attack!
They really treated the Heavenly Palace as if it were an uninhabited place!
As the Purple Glass Protector gazed at the palace gates once again filled with blood and fire, and felt the even more arrogant sword intent that Li Jingyun exuded when he left than before he was injured, her heart was filled with complex emotions, but she still resolutely rushed forward to stop him.
Li Jingyun was already seriously injured, but his swordplay became even more ferocious!
The sounds of fighting inside the hall intensified with his re-entry.