Chapter 914: Chapter 66: Flying Sword!
The golden thread cage gradually contracted, eventually condensing into a human form.
Chen Jingxuan’s final slashing effort, exerted with all his powerful energy... was ultimately blocked by a layer of gray, murky air.
[Chaos Breath] was like a thin veil of flowing clouds covering the surface of the Black-robed Great True Man’s skin. To a cultivator who had not practiced martial arts... this [Chaos Breath] was equivalent to a close-fitting golden body armor, with strong resistance against "Dao Intent".
"It’s a pity that this golden thread isn’t sharp enough."
Chong Kan slowly walked out from the golden thread cage.
[Chaos Breath] peeled off, turning back into a mass of gathered murky air, sweeping back into his palm.
Tang Fengshu withdrew her gaze from Chen Jingxuan.
She pondered briefly for a mont, then, without any warning, made her move, pulling out the hairpin from behind her head and throwing it with great force!
Whoosh!
This hairpin was likewise a Spirit Treasure level item. Before Xiao Yaozi went into seclusion, he didn’t leave Tang Fengshu with many things, and this hairpin was one of them... The primary feature of this Spiritual Treasure was "indestructibility," with the tip sharpened to an extre point. Once filled with primordial energy, it was like a Sword Cultivator’s refined Lifebound Flying Sword!
There was a resounding boom of wind and thunder!
The snow-white hairpin transford into a streak of lightning, sprinting rapidly toward Great True Master Chong Kan’s face—
It all happened in a flash.
However, Chong Kan’s expression remained unchanged, as if he had expected such a strike all along. He slightly misaligned his footing, leaning back slightly, raising his sleeve with the montum, and [Chaos Breath], like a thick shield, intercepted this primordial energy-infused hairpin flying sword head-on!
Clang!
The next mont, a trembling sound erupted!
The hairpin flying sword was knocked down by Chaos Breath, turning into a stream of light, flying off at an angle.
"Did you think I wouldn’t know what tricks you have up your sleeve?"
Chong Kan’s expression was indifferent: "Before my senior brother went into seclusion, I knew all about the things he left you. Back then, the tip of this hairpin sword was polished by ... Do you think such a trick is worth displaying on ?"
Aside from the Great River Treasure Technique, Chong Kan understood all the ans of Tang Fengshu.
There are many Taoist Techniques.
But Chong Kan was well-read and had learned almost all, except for the secrets not passed down by the World Pavilion.
"You disappoint
a bit."
Chong Kan shook his sleeves, expressionless as he spoke: "I thought that when you set up the array in the North Sea and gave up fleeing north, you truly had so ans to save your life from my hands. Perhaps this battle would reveal sothing unexpected... Now it seems I overestimated you."
In this battle, so far, all he had encountered... were ambushes and more ambushes.
From the World Pavilion’s Treasure Technique to the golden thread cage, and then to the hairpin flying sword.
These two young people hadn’t displayed any imposing or powerful divine skills for face-to-face combat.
Instead, it was one scheming trap after another.
However...
In truth, this was the right approach.
Under the absolute gap in power, no matter how strong the divine skill, it couldn’t change the tilt of the balance.
The only chance for Chen Jingxuan and Tang Fengshu was to find a way to create a montary lapse, and then land a heavy blow.
Unfortunately, in Chong Kan’s view, that final chance had already disappeared.
After consecutive battles and rushing from the Imperial City to the reed marsh up north for over a thousand miles, the vitality within Chong Kan was sparse... But after such turmoil, he had restored so of his vitality.
"Great True Master, you seem to have a misunderstanding..."
Chen Jingxuan spoke again.
The blue-robed scholar withdrew his hands into his sleeves, silently tapping his fingers, one after another.
"Misunderstanding?"
Chong Kan wasn’t averse to prolonging the conversation, continuing to recover his vitality.
"I set up the array here... not to save my life from you."
Chen Jingxuan spoke softly.
"...?"
Chong Kan slightly furrowed his brows.
"The array in the North Sea is to kill you."
Chen Jingxuan sincerely said: "This reed marsh will be your burial site."
"Ha..."
Chong Kan heard the most absurd joke in the world.
He couldn’t help but laugh.
Yet the next mont, that laughter froze on his face.
Buzz!!!
Chong Kan heard an extrely sharp sword sound, crossing over the void.
Soon after, the void beside him suddenly shattered like white paper—
A streak of snow-white streaming light returned, accompanied by a sharp sword sound, unexpectedly appearing on Chong Kan’s right... It was the hairpin flying sword that was previously knocked down by [Chaos Breath], flown for over ten miles, then returning, under Tang Fengshu’s Divine Thought control, attacking Chong Kan at great speed.
Still ambush, still trap, still calculation!
The first sword strike was rely to let Chong Kan "drop his guard".
This "hairpin flying sword
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