310: Chapter 171 Heart Sword (2/3) 310: Chapter 171 Heart Sword (2/3) Self-destructing drones and high-explosive ordnance from a subsidiary of the Tianyuan Realm’s Shouyang Mountain Power Group, originally intended for targeting monsters/demons in the wilderness and in the mines, are primarily composed of Golden Fla and Yang Lei, attributes that dominate over the Water Wood Netherworld elents.
Although it is very difficult for any weapon to aim and lock onto a martial artist at the Martial ridian realm, there is no need for aiming—why not just let them charge into the trap themselves?
Bo Zongshan and Ghost Shadow, one wielding the Tyrant Sea Blade and the other a Netherworld Ghost God, had no spare energy to face the sudden and terrifying explosion.
They both roared angrily, using all their power to shake the air violently in an attempt to slash through the blast waves and thunderfire and avoid being heavily injured by these dominating attributes.
But as they fully resisted the explosion, a doubt unavoidably rose in the hearts of both the human and the ghost.
—Using oneself as bait to lure us into a trap…
With such a horrific explosion, is that kid planning to commit suicide?
Hah, how could a warrior from Embracing the Void realm possibly know what’s called the dead angle of an explosion?
The mont An Jing ‘fell into’ the courtyard with the power of Fu Zheng’an’s Heart Sword, he rolled and rushed into the small building behind the Great Void Ritual Altar.
He smashed through the wall and leapt into the water channel behind the street.
The next instant, the entire small building was blown away by the explosion, scattering into the sky as a shower of falling sparks.
Although An Jing’s ears and nose were bleeding a little, to a martial artist, these were minor injuries that could heal after a few breaths—a trifle compared to the wounds previously inflicted by Ghost Shadow’s claws.
As for whether the Great Void Ritual Altar that blocked the shockwave and created the dead angle could withstand the explosion?
A Magic Artifact created by Divine Repository True Person, An Jing believed it could hold up!
Moreover, the battle had already started—why think too much about it!
“What kind of Magic Artifact is this?
Da Chen’s Earth Vein Fiendish Qi Cannon?
No, is it so kind of Thunder Beads?
The Sun Fla Thunder Fire from Tianji Mountain?”
Not pursuing An Jing and cautiously avoiding the direct hit of the explosion, the wary Fu Zheng’an stood on top of an uninhabited building, gazing at the streets surrounding the four-sided courtyard, now turned into a sea of fire.
He was shocked by the terrible destructive power: “It’s actually a suicide attack…
Although it can’t kill Old Bo and the others, one could seriously get hurt if not careful!”
A martial artist at the Martial ridian Grandmaster rank transforms into a Formation in and of himself, connecting with heaven and earth, summoning thunder and fire, and with every gesture can exert far greater might than an Inner Strength martial artist.
The Protective Gang Qi around their bodies has also transford into True Qi and True Fiend, far stronger and infinitely more sustainable than Inner Breath, and their bodies, tempered by the power of heaven and earth, have almost beco Heaven and Earth Spiritual Objects.
No matter how one hacks with mundane weapons, it is useless.
Additionally, with the ‘Inner Great Formation’ ford by the operation of the Fundantal Formation Diagram enhancing them, even if they were to be slamd by city-defense level great crossbows fitted with Magic Artifact bolts, they would at most be thrown aside, not injured.
But if it’s a blast of Sun Fla Thunder Fire of this magnitude, along with the previous Thunder thod flying swords, they can break through their Protective Gang Qi and scorch their bodies…
If the Fundantal Formation Diagram, which runs through their entire bodies, were to be shattered, then their lives would truly be threatened!
“Hmm?”
With Bo Zongshan and Ghost Shadow both in trouble, Fu Zheng’an was about to see if the self-exploded Jing Xuan had left any remains.
If possible, he even planned to see if he could finish off the injured Bo Zongshan and then pin it on the Bright Mirror Sect.
But just then, Fu Zheng’an suddenly noticed, in the center of that burning thunderfire, the original courtyard of the four-sided compound, a strange ritual altar was erging.
A Formation was destroyed by the thunderfire explosion, revealing the true form of the peculiar altar.
It rotated slowly, with silver-blue light flowing, repelling all the Sun Fla Thunders.
“The Great Void Altar!”
Hesitating for a mont, Fu Zheng’an’s eyes widened and the blue tattoos all over his body lit up: “As expected!
There’s sothing fishy about Mingguang Dust and this Jing Xuan!
They’ve actually built a Great Void Altar in the Da Chen realm!”
“Could it be that Mingguang Dust really ran off with the Commandery Princess…”
Before he could finish thinking through his suspicions, a sense of danger compelled Fu Zheng’an to shift his gaze towards the streets on the opposite side of the sea of fire.
At this mont, dark clouds hung heavy over Kanming City, and a storm was imminent.
The residual cold from Frost Calamity seeped out from deep underground, stirring up mist throughout the city.
Even before the violent storm of thunderfire and located in a safe place, Fu Zheng’an should feel the chills of cold and death.
But at this mont, as a figure fixed their gaze on him, Fu Zheng’an felt as though he was being directly scorched by the midsumr sun, a hot and panicky feeling surged within, even bringing about the illusion that he wanted to sweat.
No, it wasn’t an illusion!
Because his golden-red eyes locked on, the temperature around him truly did rise!
“An Jing is still alive, uninjured?!”
Standing atop the roof, Fu Zheng’an’s complexion changed slightly as he steadied himself: “Still the Martial ridian?
These phenona…
the Six Yang Battle Formation?!”
Inner Strength, Inner Strength, strong because of the inner.
Martial Artists with Inner Strength, no matter how profound their foundations, derive their power from within, polishing their Divine Abnormalities.
Just like a treasured sword in its sheath, a moth in its cocoon, lying dormant within, waiting for the day to unsheath, the ti to ascend to the sky.
Only at the Martial ridian could one harness the Divine Abnormalities of Inner Strength to connect the stars with the Earth Vein of the Heavenly Sea, altering the Spirit chanism of heaven and earth, creating Heaven and Earth Phenona!
Could it be that An Jing was a Grandmaster of the Martial ridian?
“No!”
The mont this thought arose, Fu Zheng’an imdiately realized: “This is the Bright Mirror Sect’s ‘Mirror Self’ Divine Skill…
Mingguang Dust, that guy, still has the strength left to protect his disciple!”
Indeed, the original intent of Mingguang Dust was to allow An Jing the ability to protect himself, to buy ti until the Great Void Ritual Altar gathered enough power to transport An Jing away from this brewing storm.
But An Jing had never thought of leaving in such a cowardly manner!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The ground split, the wind howled, and An Jing locked onto the only undamaged Martial ridian Grandmaster, approaching with fiery steps!
His initial speed wasn’t fast, but with every step, he quickened his pace, every step extinguishing Thunder Fire, bringing forth gusts of wind, building montum.
Empowered by the five great Divine Abnormalities of Mirror Self, An Jing, clad in white robes with sleeves afla, had bolts of Thunder Light in his eyes on a handso face, with jet-black hair wildly dancing like flas.
He held Paired Clubs in his hands; not even the wind had ti to avoid his advancing steps, being smashed and dispersed by his indomitable body, bursting into concentric circles of airwaves!
An Jing’s charge even gave Fu Zheng’an illusions, as he seed to see a sixteen-wheeled iron behemoth bearing an unparalleled violent montum, rolling majestically towards him!
“Ridiculous!”
Jing Xuan still lives, and wields the power of the Martial ridian, now charging at him—Fu Zheng’an was undoubtedly surprised and even astounded, but at the sa ti, embarrassnt, anger, and pure killing intent were born from that astonishnt.
A re whelp strengthened by Mirror Self’s Inner Strength, rely a child swinging a great hamr—ignoring possibly heavily wounded Bo Zongshan and Ghost Shadow was one thing, but to strike at , an unhard Grandmaster?
—Damn it, is he looking down on ?!
Being regarded so lightly by a junior, Fu Zheng’an was filled with rage, hatred, and killing intent, and in this state of mind, he raised his Sword Finger.
Blue lines around his body twisted and danced wildly, shooting out Sword Qi, tearing through the chilly winds!
Those weren’t tattoos, but scars!
They were scars from the Sword Intent!
Great Illusionist, a death nonetheless!
Sitting Forgetter, forgetting both self and substance, rging with the Dao!
The Zuohuan Sect and the Taiming Sect shared the sa origin, yet instead of summoning and controlling Ghost Gods, they quietly observed the mysterious life and death of the world, pursuing the profound mysteries of the heart, detached from life and death, illusion and reality.
The Kong Family brothers of the previous generation from the Zuohuan Sect created the ‘Heaven and Earth Great Dream Sword Formation’ using the fundantal law of the sect, which could project the spirits of heaven and earth from one’s own heart, reversing life and death, transforming the power of heaven and earth into swords to strike down enemies.
Fu Zheng’an was a sworn brother and friend of the Kong brothers.
His Fate Pattern “Heart Without Form” allowed him to enhance his talents in certain aspects through learning and personal experience.
Although Fu Zheng’an had not yet reached Divine Repository, by taking sword scars as his form, he understood the Sword Intent of all Sects, and learned the Fundantal Formation Diagram of the “Mysterious Spirit Heart Sword Formation,”
Driven by extre anger and intent to kill, when he raised his Sword Finger, the streets on both sides resounded with the sound of swords being unsheathed thousands of tis.
In an instant, the path An Jing was on beca lined with a thousand swords, countless fearso Sword Qi flashing with ominous and alarming cold light among the gloomy clouds!
Then, Edge Blades rained down like hail, hundreds of Heart Swords that had previously sent An Jing flying now chosen to bite, roaring as they soared towards An Jing!
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