Chapter 480 – Killing intent
Chi, Chi, Chi!
Yan Dazhi’s flying sword was only a high-grade magic tool. Although its quality was not as good as Qian Limitless’s pair of gloves, after being grabbed by Qian Di, it continued to struggle fiercely. Accompanied by the “chi chi” sounds produced by the fierce friction between the flying sword and the golden silk glove, a green smoke slowly rose into the air.
Suddenly, he threw out the flying sword in his hand, and the flying sword flew back in a circular trajectory ten meters away, returning back into Yan Dazhi’s control.
However, at this time, everyone saw that the tip of the flying sword that had been grabbed by the golden silk glove had become a lot rougher. It was obvious that the sword had suffered some injuries.
“The Tan Xi Sect is known as the number one sect of the Xi’an County, and there are even some people who are preaching that after the Heaven-Shaken Sect, the number one sect of the Yuzhou will fall to the Tan Xi Sect, but looking at Fellow Yan’s strength, this makes me feel that the prestige of your sect is not worthy of its reputation!”
This time, the battle between the two parties looked like Qian Bufan had the upper hand, which also disappointed the cultivators of the Yuzhou. At the same time, they looked down on Yan Dazhi, the one who could barely be considered as the first person to advance within the third generation.
But Yang Junshan knew that Yan Dazhi’s true strength was not only shown on the surface, his real trump card was the dual cultivation of sword and talisman!
Sure enough, just as Yang Junshan was pondering, he released a cold snort, and a ball of Innate True Handle condensed above his head, transforming into an azure-golden talisman. Countless amounts of azure-gold light scattered out from the talisman, and turned into a sword beam, flying towards the slightly damaged flying sword in the air.
Although it was not as impressive as the Adept Qing Shu, it was something that could only be done by completely transforming the Spirit Qi in his body into Spirit Qi, which meant that Yan Dazhi’s cultivation had already reached the peak of the Astral Transformation Realm.
With the buff of the Destiny Talisman, Yan Dazhi’s originally damaged flying sword immediately released a soft hum, and a resplendent sword light shot out explosively from the blade, straight towards Qian Bian’s chest.
Seeing the sword light shooting towards him, how could he still dare to receive it head on with the golden silk gloves in his hands? Hurriedly, he pointed out with both of his hands, and a little golden light shot out from his fingers, colliding with the flying sword light.
Clang, clang, clang …
The sound of metal clashing could be heard from midair. Although Yan Dazhi’s golden hands were constantly delaying the incoming sword beams, they were unable to stop them from reaching his body.
The golden color that had originally extended to the forearms of both his hands continued to extend backwards, until half of his arms turned into golden arms as well. Then, both hands formed two hands made of elemental energy in the air, grabbing onto the incoming sword beams.
However, Qian Bian wasn’t able to relax after blocking the sword ray. The spectators cried out in alarm. Qian Bian secretly cursed, but a killing intent had already locked onto the back of his head.
This killing intent was so close to him that Qian Bian stood there not daring to move at all. The huge hand made of origin energy in front of him dispersed and Yan Dazhi stood with her hands behind her back, looking at him witint of ridicule in her eyes.
Looking back, he saw that the flying sword that was previously injured by his Golden Hand was now three feet behind his head. If he still dared to make any movements, the flying sword could pierce through his head in an instant.
“Fellow Qian, thank you!” Yan Dazhi smiled slightly.
With a cold snort, a look of indignation flashed across Qian Jin’s face. Without another word, he walked toward the awning where his men were.
Before Qian Di even returned to the awning, there was already a person who couldn’t help but stand up. Yang Junshan looked over to see that the person who had stood up was no other than the sword disciple of the Snow Wind Sword Sect who had fortified himself outside the Heaven-Shaking Peak and fought before at the outskirts of the Primary Magnetic Mountain.
The man also stared straight at Yang Junshan the moment he stood up, not restraining the undisguised killing intent in his eyes at all. However, how could Yang Junshan take this man to heart, when the two of them were both in the Great Perfection Stage, this man almost died in Yang Junshan’s hands if he was not fast enough to escape, this time both of them had levelled up to realms of life, it would be fine if this man didn’t challenge him, but if Yang Junshan forced him to make a move, this Yang Junshan was confident that he could defeat him again.
and Ying Leishang, who knew that there were conflicts between the two of them, immediately looked towards Yang Junshan, only to see that Yang Junshan’s expression was calm, and was unable to discern anything from his expression.
The disciple of the Snow Wind Sword Sect was already standing on the drill grounds. He cupped his hands towards the Adept Qing Shu and said: “Junior is Snow Wind Sword Sect disciple Yue Mobing, and has long heard of the name of your sect’s third generation true disciple, Spiritual Master Song Wei. He is the first ranked disciple of the third generation.
Yang Junshan’s expression was startled, Ying Leishang obviously did not expect it, but Spiritual Master Chen Ji, who was standing on the stage, suddenly had a look of worry on his face, everyone turned to look at Song Wei, only to see that Song Wei was also startled, he immediately stood up and said: “Fellow Daoist Su, you are the number one disciple in the Liang Zhou, my strength is shallow, I hope that you can show me some mercy!”
That Yue Mobing “hehe” laughed and said: “Don’t worry, I will show mercy.”
Song Wei’s words were said arrogantly, the disciples of Heaven-Shaken Sect who were watching the battle from afar all denounced him, and no matter how cultured he was, he could not help but become somewhat angry.
Yue Mobing sneered, and without saying more, he began to form hand seals. A sword beam silently flew out from his sleeves and headed straight for Song Wei’s chest.
This kind of direct approach to the Middle Palace was obviously done with confidence in his own strength. At the same time, it was also done with contempt towards Song Wei’s own strength.
Being looked down upon again and again, Song Wei’s heart was filled with rage. Seeing that the other party was actually attacking head on, he had the same thoughts, and used the High quality magical equipment in his hand to attack the flying sword with all his might.
Spiritual Master Chen Ji suddenly took a step forward, but suddenly felt a sharp gaze landing on him, following the gaze of the person who just arrived, he saw a cultivator with a calm demeanor and dressed in the same attire as Yue Mobing smiling at him and nodding his head.
Master Chen Ji was shocked. Snow Wind Sword Sect was indeed the number one sect in Liang Zhou. There were already people who had advanced their Gangli Accumulation Realm among the third generation disciples.
Spiritual Master Chen Ji was only a member of the sect that was in danger, he did not have the intention to interfere in the battle. That cultivator from the Snow Wind Sword Sect was clearly aware of this point, and quickly retracted his gaze, but under Yue Mobing’s berserk attacks, Song Wei was already retreating step by step, completely at a disadvantage.
Even though Song Wei was the first of the three to advance into the realms of life, when it came to strength, he was the weakest of the three.
Facing Yue Mobing’s repeated provocations, if he was able to stay calm and fight with him in a wandering manner, perhaps he would be able to make the scene better. Unfortunately, after being provoked by the other party, the two sides clashed head on, but for Song Wei who was weak, he was able to attack the other party with his own strength.
Yue Mobing firmly held the advantage, and his attacks became even more ruthless and fierce. At this time, Song Wei was already at a disadvantage, and danger was lurking in every corner, causing the observing Heaven-Shaken Sect disciples to occasionally let out exclamations, sweating for him.
And at this time, when Yang Junshan swept his gaze over them, he saw that Spiritual Master Chen Ji had actually calmed down.
Yang Junshan was puzzled, could it be that Song Wei had the ability to turn the tables in this situation?
At this time, Yue Mobing, whose fighting technique had already reached its peak, shouted, “Go down!”
Countless sword lights that had scattered throughout the drill grounds, following his shout, condensed intuge light sword in midair and slashed at Song Wei from above.
This Yue Mobing obviously did not stay behind to defend, but his face still carried a ruthless and excited expression, if the attack was effective, Song Wei would at least be severely injured.
However, just as Yue Mobing was about to succeed, a big umbrella suddenly appeared above his head, as countless sword lights slashed down, causing him to fly out. Although the Nine Palace Umbrella in Song Wei’s hand blocked Yue Mobing’s thunderous attack, the immense force still passed through the mid grade Spirit Treasure into his body, injuring his internal organs and causing him to cough out a mouthful of blood.
Yue Mobing retracted his sword and stared straight at the umbrella in Song Wei’s hands. With unwillingness, he said fiercely: “Middle tier Defensive Spirit Weapon!”
Song Wei’s face was pale white, he said: “Fellow Daoist Su, your cultivation is strong, I am not your opponent!”
Song Wei had already admitted defeat, but Yue Mobing snorted coldly and was about to return, when two Heaven-Shaken Sect disciples quickly rushed over to the arena to support Song Wei. However, Song Wei tactfully rejected them, and insisted on walking down.
This Yue Mobing was not sparring, but killing!
Zhang Yueming’s expression was cold as he stood up abruptly. Zhu Bajie scolded him, “What are you doing? Do you want to take turns fighting? Sit down!”
Zhang Yueming’s expression became colder and colder, he coldly looked at Yue Mobing who had revealed a ridiculing look, and without saying a word, he sat back down on the stage.
At this time, another cultivator walked out from the pavilion. This person was the Sangzhou’s Thousand Lake Sect disciple, Daoist Master Zeng Qichang, that first provoked them during the banquet.
Zeng Qichang cupped his hands towards the Adept Qing Shu on the stage and smiled: “I am Zeng Qichang of the Thousand Lake Sect. I believe that all of you already recognize me. The Sangzhou that the Thousand Lake Sect is located in is located in the south of the Yuzhou, adjacent to the two counties, Yuzhou and Yao. I heard that the biggest sect in the two counties is the Sirius Gate and the Opening Spirit School.
The ice wolf stood up and shouted, “What, do you think so highly of yourself, and want to challenge Fellow Fang and myself?”
Zeng Qichang faintly smiled and said, “If Fellow Ice Wolf feels that he is too weak, then joining hands with Fellow Fang is inevitable!”
“Arrogant,” the ice wolf said angrily. “Let this Daoist take a look at you and see just how strong you are!”