One sword thrust, striking late yet arriving first.
Wang Anfeng utilized the Penglai Heavenly Secrets Technique to employ Zen's karmic thods, barely avoiding the deadly strike, his shoulder pierced through, seemingly indifferent, reversing with the colossal force of a Buddha moving mountains, wielding pure brute force, it crashed heavily.
The sound of wind like thunder, hitting the Ice Sword, the sword ford purely from condensed qi shattered into fragnts.
Both were shaken by the qi countershock, Wang Anfeng's right hand ford into a sword with joined fingers, striking again in the deepest ebb of the qi fluctuations with unbelievable speed.
A strike delivering soldiers thrust forward, striking Dugu Mohe's heart, the azure sword gang shattered, Wang Anfeng's fingers landed on the pale hand of the young man in white holding his chest, the hand soft and fair, yet Wang Anfeng's finger sword, capable of piercing stone, was easily intercepted.
The young man's feet planted firmly, upper body leaning back, calm in posture, sliding backwards.
A flow of qi blocked Dugu Mohe's palm.
The sword finger remained perpetually an inch away from his palm.
In an instant, they had retreated thirty zhang, the sharp montum slightly diminished.
Dugu Mohe's expression unchanged, flipping his palm, capturing Wang Anfeng's sword finger, intending to break the connected ridians from finger to arm with brute force, yet discovered his strength sinking in as if into rivers and mountains, while the finger sword turned faint golden, showing surprise for the second ti since Wang Anfeng appeared.
The captured finger instantly popped free.
Hong Luoyu could flick his finger across three thousand worlds in an instant, shattering divine weapons.
Wang Anfeng's speed couldn't compete with his master's, yet his strength surpassed, flicking seventy-two tis in an instant, then the finger flick count reached the Zhou Tian Stars, the rhythm scattered, yet forced through karma to focus each strike on the sa point.
Karma backlash, Wang Anfeng's complexion paled, swallowing back blood.
Dugu Mohe, who initially captured Wang Anfeng, suddenly tensed, instantly releasing, albeit sowhat too late, a fist-sized hole burst open in the pale palm, revealing stark white bones and entangled veins still pulsating, flung backward by penetrating force.
Wang Anfeng coughed blood, body twisting, landing to the side, lifting his right hand in a grasp, golden rays gathered, forming the Divine Martial Sword, and thrusting it fiercely forward, a majestic montum like a rainbow.
Sword qi and sword intent cascaded down from the Nine Heavens like rivers.
Dugu Mohe squinted, the hole in his palm visibly healing, even the expelled blood reappeared, as if stars in the sky flying into the wound, his qi undamaged.
Wang Anfeng still employed the deliver soldiers technique.
Anyway, now with sword in hand, the Jianghu often heralds realms where the swordless triumph over the sword-wielding, yet which fad swordsman lacks a trusty divine weapon when facing mortal enemies? Truly in the face of life and death, would one truly intend to clash sword fingers against an opponent's divine weapon?
Divine weapon remains divine.
The sa deliver soldiers technique, this ti the qi was vast and boundless, compared to the last strike, it transford from a stream into a tumultuous river, surging forward, Dugu Mohe dared not face it head-on, his body seemingly turning ethereal, dodging the karmically bound strike, and when the sword montum exhausted, grasped the long sword.
The Divine Martial Sword wailed without cease, qi clashed, Wang Anfeng's qi nearly dispersed.
Dugu Mohe's expression indifferent, palm's flesh shattered and regenerated, emulating the Taoist Sect's Longevity Pool's Longevity Lotus, one breath born, one breath extinguished, ceaseless, Taoist longevity, an undying flesh, transcendent ease, unknown thods used, even with Wang Anfeng's flawless Vajra Physique, short-term extraction of the sword proved difficult.
Wang Anfeng's expression steady, utilizing the Golden Bell Shield martial body to execute a left-hand Prajna Palm strike, vast and grand, sotis echoing like rushing thunder, yet Dugu Mohe appeared at ease, the half volu of Taoist Scriptures evidently greatly aiding him, regardless of fist or palm, graceful and aloof, devoid of any oddity.
One with Vajra Physique, the other with Taoist Longevity.
With grand might, severing all three thousand woes versus the subtle profound Dharma.
Dugu Mohe's expression showed slight peculiarity.
He felt an oddly familiar purity from the person before him, reminiscent of the old Taoist from his Taoist Sect days, an old Taoist who studied Taoist Scriptures from youth, practiced basic Qi Nurturing Techniques, entered martial arts in his thirties, cultivating a flawless Taoist body.
Dugu Mohe licked his lips, the depth of his pupils even deeper in blood hue, at this mont, suddenly hearing a clear and lodious sword hum from nearby, Dugu Mohe's pupils abruptly contracted.
A still seemingly missing elder stood beside the chasm torn by qi.
Expression bland, raised hand delivering a sword.
"Guan Tai Ding Qin."
The long sword thrust, unseen wind and waves, Dugu Mohe's back and chest each bore a sword scar, as if pierced through his chest by this sword, breaking the qi flow, spitting blood, this ti unable to reclaim the blood as usual, breath wilting.
The young man in white aged roughly ten years, abruptly turned his head, face filled with venom as he looked at the elder by the chasm, mouth open, teeth and tongue full of blood, hoarsely speaking:
"Li Wu..."
The sword used by the previous Emperor Qin to sweep across the land dimd and sunk into the ground.
Li Wu's expression indifferent, grasping the second divine weapon Zhen Yue with his right hand, yet did not thrust, a qi remained suspended and unfallen, faintly enveloping Dugu Mohe's brow.
Dugu Mohe's expression again changed dramatically, although he had the upper hand when facing Wang Anfeng, he failed to swiftly win, recalling Li Wu saying he was capable of taking several sword strikes nonetheless being a Land Immortal, his expression now somber.
Risking another finger from Wang Anfeng, his palm exploded with a fast-recovering cavity, pulling back the battle line.
Bloodstains dotted his white clothes, sowhat disheveled, but the qi remained vast, yet diminished by thirty percent compared to forr strikes, far from the state when he pressed Jade Pot Mountain's snow and wind toward Kunlun, since leaving Jade Pot Mountain, his realm daily declined.
Dugu Mohe deeply glanced at Li Wu and the flawlessly Vajra Physique-achieved Wang Anfeng, decisively turned and left.
Arriving ethereally, departing traceless.
After all, once dominating Jianghu's foremost grandmaster, over thirty years later, though his mindset flawed, cultivation remained intact, ascending step by step, sparing no half asure.
Defeated by the elder on Kunlun after all was losing to an Immortal, not regarded shaful.
Now pressured by another elder who once reached the Immortal Realm wielding a sword, had only Li Wu been alone, he could have dodged such two sword strikes, yet an opponent comparable to the flawless Taoist body, adept in close entanglent, joined forces, and unlikely victor.
Despite this, the retreat was spontaneous.
In an instant, the white-clothed figure had already vanished.
Dongfang Ximing, within the city, sneaked out, witnessing the elderly man in green robe holding a sword in one hand, taking a drink from a flask at the waist with the other, behind him a chasm ripped by qi, sword scars interlinked like a chessboard ahead, the elder's hair snow white, a young lady montarily stunned, suddenly rembered tales of Sword Immortals.
anwhile, a major event occurred in the East Sea Jianghu, causing dramatic tremors in Jianghu.
One of the Seven Sects, the Sect Leader of the East Sea Flying Spirit Sect, after battling the Divine Martial Mansion Master in the East Sea, returned to the sect, passing away from injuries.
PS: Happy Lantern Festival, everyone.
Thanks to Shihuoji for the twelve thousand starting point coins, Madness' Dazhuangzhuang's ten thousand reward, Xingyun's ten thousand reward,
Caught in a bottleneck… today revising outline, regarding adding more, after gathering strength… my typing speed, only have a day, can't write. Will strive tomorrow, put in effort the day after for more...
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