648: Chapter 647: Sword Rain Frenzy 2 [Additional Release for Alliance Hierarch Yu Xiaoyao] 648: Chapter 647: Sword Rain Frenzy 2 [Additional Release for Alliance Hierarch Yu Xiaoyao] “Enemy attack!
Enemy attack!
Everyone, quickly ascend and engage in battle!”
The entire White Fungus Mountain was in chaos, the anomaly in the sky had arrived suddenly and lethally, a hallmark of the Demon Sect’s way of acting.
Uniform flying swords rained down, slashing the cultivators who ascended in haste, their cries echoing like tornted ghosts and wolves; this exposed the advantage of unified collaboration in group combat.
Although there were quite a few cultivators on White Fungus Mountain, about sixty in total, which was fifty percent more than the sword cultivators, their sudden assault resulted in a lack of collective force.
Without coordination, organization, or morale, they could only fend for themselves, suffering a great loss upon contact.
The four people in Liang Court reacted the fastest, shouting loudly for their companions to ascend and fight, yet they themselves would never take the lead in ascending; the situation was clear, whoever went up first would fall prey to the myriad of flying swords, and despite their confidence, they were not arrogant enough to throw themselves out as targets.
Cultivators who were unclear about the situation ascended naively to battle and beca the first batch to perish, but their deaths were not aningless, as they had at least bought so ti for the others.
In the midst of the chaos, Li Shipeng, with two Capital Commandant colleagues, focused on these four individuals.
He did not recognize these people, but he recognized Li Laixiang!
There was sothing of a qi fortune involved here; in Li Shipeng’s perspective, three sword cultivators against four Daoists was a fair fight.
In the early chaos, as Daoist cultivators started falling from the sky, the fierce sword cultivators from who-knows-where that Hou Commandant had brought proved too formidable, and Li did not wish to be outdone by his peers.
The key point was, he knew the significance of capturing Li Laixiang.
He approached Li Laixiang, having his two colleagues distract the three Daoists, which was the best choice under the circumstances; now it all depended on whether he could capture this Daoist representative placed in Pingliang State.
“We et again, Li Xingji seems rather eager to see this old man?” Li Laixiang, very seasoned, teased while releasing magic artifacts from his hands, wearing a mysterious crown and holding a handful of talismans.
“Hou Commandant greatly misses the central army, wishes to invite the central army back to the mansion for a discussion, to contemplate major matters of Pingliang jointly.”
Li Shipeng was not swayed by his rhetoric, his mouth firm, his flying sword swiftly sweeping out, tracing mysterious sword paths.
His flying sword had developed a sword spirit, a rare feat among Shan Sect sword cultivators, aning its manipulation was even more precise, like moving a limb.
Seeing the flying sword cleaved towards him, Li Laixiang stayed calm, continuously throwing talismans from his hands that turned into flying knives, small shields, or emitted sand and fog, deftly using talismans to create a defensive barrier.
Li Shipeng’s flying sword was sharp, but Li Laixiang’s talismans were ceaseless as if inexhaustible, and after several exchanges, neither could gain the upper hand over the other.
Li Shipeng could not help but say, “The central army has good resources, but fighting like this, to shrink your wealth by a fraction with every battle, is not a good thing.”
Li Laixiang calmly responded, “No matter, spending hundreds is trivial, I can earn more once they run out; as long as you, Xingji, are capable, I don’t mind it.”
Li Shipeng spoke lightly, but inside he was secretly anxious; when a sword cultivator encounters such a rchant cultivator’s tactics, full of countless treasures, one must either attack with unrivaled sharpness, piercing through defenses with a single strike, or else continue a prolonged battle.
In just those short monts, he had tried many sword techniques, the reality was that while other unfamiliar sword cultivators fought with exhilaration, when it ca to his own battles, things were not the sa at all.
Perhaps he had chosen a tougher opponent?
Li Laixiang, able to stand alone in Zhongqing City for over a hundred years, possessed considerable realm and cultivation.
He could only calm his emotions and see if he could find any weaknesses in this old foe.
However, his plans were bankrupt in an instant, not because there was a problem on his end, but because of his two companions from the Capital Commandant’s office.
Due to the chaotic battlefield and Li Laixiang being extrely tough to deal with, he had no ti to consider other matters.
It was only a few short monts later when he realized he couldn’t defeat Li Laixiang quickly and was planning to make other plans with his two companions that he suddenly discovered they had both been murdered one after the other.
One had perished, entangled by the Fire Dragon Roll’s Fire Forging, the other died on a very peculiar treasure, a strangely-shaped Back Puppet Coffin.
Feeling a chill in his heart, he knew he couldn’t overreach and needed to find reinforcents, but his opponent wouldn’t give him the chance to escape at leisure.
Countless Fire Dragon Gold Arrow Earth Spurs appeared around him frequently, launching relentless attacks, preventing his Flying Sword from mounting an effective defense.
He could only drift around, in complete disarray; yet even so, his range of movent continued to shrink.
Once it diminished to a certain limit, it would be the mont of his death and Daoist dissolution.
The Sword Cultivator’s Flying Sword couldn’t attack the enemy and could only save oneself; this was the beginning of defeat.
It wasn’t fair to bla him for incompetence.
Among the Sects, all three Daoists were prominent figures in their respective Daoist paths, next only to the True Inheritors, while he, Li Shipeng, was rely an insignificant soldier overlooked in a remote state.
Although sowhat talented but unrecognized, his abilities were ultimately limited.
The friends of the Capital Commandant had given him a sowhat unrealistic illusion as if these White Fungus Mountain Daoists were a disorganized crowd that could easily be defeated.
Perhaps those rchant Loose Cultivators really were such, but the strength of these orthodox Sect disciples should not be underestimated.
Underestimating these individuals ca at a cost, and now he found himself in a predicant with no good options.
He couldn’t wait any longer; if he delayed further, even the chance to fight desperately would vanish.
Li Shipeng, though scheming, didn’t lack the decisiveness of a Sword Cultivator, sensing sothing was wrong, he chose to go all out imdiately!
In the final monts, his consciousness remained clear.
He didn’t focus on the three formidable Daoists, but continued to target Li Laixiang,
Soul-attached Machine Pulling, the Shan Sect’s ultimate sacrifice technique.
Using the secret technique, he locked his Divine Soul onto his opponent, allowing it to continue pursuing the enemy for a while, even if his body were destroyed.
Flying Sword charged towards Li Laixiang with an intent to die because all his Mana and spirit were concentrated on the Flying Sword, leaving his body without the ability to protect itself.
As Li Laixiang focused all his energy on dealing with the Flying Sword, the other three Daoists saw their opportunity.
A Wu Sect Daoist tapped his hand, and the talisman in his hand shattered, releasing a paper white crane that flew as fast as lightning towards Li Shipeng’s head and pecked…
The next mont, a hand stretched from the side, grabbed the paper white crane’s neck, and under an explosion of Sword Energy, the crane dissipated into specks of light.
Hou Niao said softly, “Return to your senses!”
Li Shipeng bitterly responded, “Capital Commandant, let use my last bit of Heart Power.
If I return to my senses now, the Flying Sword will be gone!”
Hou Niao remained stern, “Return to your senses!”
Under his imposing influence, Li Shipeng dared not resist and withdrew his consciousness from the Flying Sword; this was also a characteristic of the Soul-attached Machine Pulling.
Since it was a technique of mutual destruction, it naturally didn’t consider the aftermath, only aiming to maximize enemy casualties.
Forcibly withdrawing his spirit had the dire consequence of losing the Sword Spirit, which to a Sword Cultivator was considered unacceptable.
If the Flying Sword was gone, did a Sword Cultivator still have any purpose?
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