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Chapter 590 Is there any potential in combining civil engineering with flying swords? (Thanks to '晗照缘' for the generous donation)
Watching Zhang Yu wield his flying sword with the divine power of Kunlun Mountain Moving Divine Sword and attack, Bei Wufeng remained calm and composed, flicking his fingertips to change his sword technique.

"Junior, that's not how you play with flying swords. It's not about who has the biggest strength."

"What do you think of this Myriad Swords Technique, junior brother?"

Bei Wufeng chuckled lightly, and the twelve flying swords multiplied into two, then into four, and in the blink of an eye, they had transformed into countless sword shadows.

However, this change did not mean that Bei Wufeng's Taihao Sacred Law Flying Swords had actually increased in number on a material level, but rather that they had become densely packed and indistinguishable from each other in Zhang Yu's perception.

Zhang Yu felt as if he had turned on a radar, but he couldn't find the real flying sword of the opponent, and could only see a bunch of dense red dots, all of which were false targets.

Zhang Yu knew that during a sword duel, flying swords would crisscross the vast sky, moving not only fast but also over long distances, making it impossible to lock onto them using only visual perception.

Even in this battlefield spanning ten miles, relying solely on sight to search for the opponent's twelve flying swords is simply not enough to keep up with the changes in their attacks.

The way the Taihao Sacred Law Flying Sword detects and locks onto targets relies on the Taihao Sword Realm and the Taihao Moral Sword Intent.

In terms of sword intent, the two sides have been clashing constantly since the start of the war, and neither Zhang Yu nor Bei Wufeng has been able to surpass the other in terms of sword intent.

In the battles within the sword realm, Bei Wufeng is in a commanding lead.

At this moment, once the Myriad Swords Technique was unleashed, it completely disrupted Zhang Yu's perception of his flying swords. With each collision of streaks of light, his twelve Taihao Sacred Law Flying Swords seemed to be blind, and were forced to retreat in defeat.

Bei Wufeng chuckled and asked, "Junior brother, if we continue fighting, the repair costs for your flying sword will probably be quite high. Do you still want to continue?"

Zhang Yu calmly said, "Senior, this has only just begun, why rush to end it?"

As he spoke, Zhang Yu had already formed a hand seal and activated the Invisible Heart Weapon of Heaven and Earth Calamity.

"Wind Tribulation!"

As Zhang Yu pointed his finger from afar, a powerful gust of wind from the spirit realm swept towards the twelve Taihao Sacred Law Flying Swords.

In an instant, the spiritual energy flow of the twelve flying swords surged, and the sword realm expanded violently, instantly shattering the illusory images formed by the Myriad Swords Technique and gradually detecting the location of the real flying swords.

"Fire calamity!"

A soft thud!
The magical power on the twelve flying swords surged, forming flames of magical power that forcibly pushed the swords into overload mode.

In an instant, the twelve flying swords resembled twelve bolts of lightning, and under the influence of the Earthly Fiend Gravity and the Fire Calamity, they forced Bei Wufeng into a state of chaos.

"Good junior, I didn't expect that in just two months you would have pushed the Heaven and Earth Calamity Formless Heart Weapon to level 10?"

"Alright, then let's have another swordsmanship contest."

"Twelve Sword Attendants! Show yourselves!"

In an instant, a gate to the spirit world appeared in the air; it was the gate to Bei Wufeng's cave dwelling deep within the spirit world.

As the cave gate opened, twelve phantom sword spirits leaped out from it.

These twelve sword spirits were crafted by Bei Wufeng with great effort. Although they did not possess high intelligence, each of them underwent extensive sword training, absorbing sword techniques day and night in Bei Wufeng's spirit realm cave, constantly mastering different sword techniques, and engaging in sword duels with each other.

With the addition of the Spirit Realm acceleration function, each of them was like a sword master who had cultivated for hundreds of years, with nothing else on their minds except swordsmanship.

At that moment, as soon as the Twelve Sword Attendants were activated, Zhang Yu felt as if he were being assassinated by twelve Foundation Establishment experts wielding flying swords.

Even with Zhang Yu's quick thinking and rich martial arts experience, he was completely unable to withstand the encirclement and attack of the twelve sword servants for a time.

Amidst a series of thunderous explosions, Bei Wufeng's flying sword, empowered by the twelve sword attendants, swept in like a whirlwind, seemingly about to reach within a thousand meters of Zhang Yu in the blink of an eye.

Faced with the combined attack of the sword spirits, Zhang Yu's gaze narrowed slightly. Unconsciously, he had switched the Azure Lotus Sword Embryo to the Three-Eyed Divine Power and also switched the Chain Magic Diagram Set to the Martial Saint Body.

Placing the opponent's flying sword within a thousand meters was precisely Zhang Yu's intention.

He could barely make out the flying swords fighting within a kilometer's distance with his eyes.

Especially with the enhancement of his Three-Eyed Divine Power and Martial Saint Body, the twelve sword techniques that were originally a jumbled mess in his eyes and difficult to discern became clear in the blink of an eye. Every move and every stance was so simple and clear, so... learnable.

With a loud bang, the two flying swords collided violently with the same posture and the same sword moves.

Thus, to Bei Wufeng's surprise, the closer the flying sword got to Zhang Yu's position, the fiercer the opponent's resistance became, and he even began to learn from his twelve sword servants.

"This is..." Bei Wufeng's heart skipped a beat: "Could it be that he hid a sword spirit in his flying sword? Was he secretly learning my sword spirit data while we were fighting?"

In less than a minute, the third eye in Zhang Yu's head began to tremble violently, frantically mimicking the sword moves of the Twelve Sword Attendants.

At the same time, with the Boundless Mind's inner Dharma Body operating intensely, accompanied by the roar of the four white bulls in his mind, three additional thoughts simultaneously commanded the flying sword.

At this moment, Zhang Yu seemed to transform into four beings, each wielding three flying swords to form a sword formation, continuously resisting Bei Wufeng's attacks.

With the added power of the Heavenly Kunlun Mountain-Moving Divine Power and the Invisible Heart Weapon of the Heavenly Calamity, they gradually gained the upper hand.

In the sky, Anzhen Zhenjun, watching this scene, nodded slightly: "Bei Wufeng chose the military-grade weapon-refining technique, Taixu Divine Weapon Strategy. He used this military-grade technique as a foundation and combined it with the Taihao Sacred Law Sword Formation to add many additional functions to the sword formation."

"Once sword fighting begins, it becomes a dazzling display, where complexity triumphs over simplicity. The sheer number of techniques is enough to handle any situation."

"Zhang Yu switched from the Earth and Wood Department and cultivated the Kunlun Mountain-Moving Divine Power. Later, he chose the Heaven and Earth Calamity Formless Heart Weapon technique for weapon forging." "These two techniques are not very helpful for weapon forging, but are more suitable for enhancing the power of magic weapons."

"Now that the sword fight has begun, Zhang Yu is clearly determined to overcome skill with brute force and defeat all techniques with sheer force..."

Anzhen Zhenjun thought to himself, "But given this kind of fighting style, how could Bei Wufeng not have a contingency plan after preparing so many methods?"

In the blink of an eye, Bei Wufeng's sword realm continued to expand, squeezing Zhang Yu's sword realm to its limit. Under this pressure, Zhang Yu's flying sword seemed to react slower, like a network delay.

At the same time, Bei Wufeng flicked his sword finger, and all twelve flying swords trembled simultaneously.

He let out a long roar and said arrogantly, "Junior brother, if you expect to defeat me with these crude skills of civil engineering, then you are underestimating the way of flying swords."

"The power of Kunlun Mountain-Moving Divine Force is quite good for digging soil."

"Used to control flying swords?"

"A complete mess."

Then, twelve flying swords simultaneously shot out streaks of sword energy, which surged back and forth among the swords, circulating rapidly within the sword formation.

With the full support of the Sword Realm, the power transmission within the sword formation reached its peak.

In Zhang Yu's perception, the opponent's twelve flying swords seemed to have become completely integrated into one at this moment, with each thrust incorporating the power of all twelve flying swords.

In contrast, his twelve flying swords were suppressed by the opponent's sword realm, their reaction speed was a beat slower, and even their strength was inferior at this moment.

Amidst the crackling sounds, Zhang Yu felt his Taihao Sacred Law Flying Sword being knocked away one after another, as if it were being bombarded by invisible lightning bolts in mid-air.

Even the trajectory of the opponent's twelve flying swords could not be clearly seen, and Zhang Yu's flying sword was repeatedly repelled.

Whoosh!
Zhang Yu's flying sword even grazed his own body and flew backward.

At the same time, twelve streams of light shot towards Zhang Yu's eyes, seemingly about to invade him in the next instant.

"The victory or defeat has been decided."

Just as this thought flashed through Bei Wufeng's mind, a black light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and at that moment he lost contact with the twelve Taihao Sacred Law Flying Swords.

"what?"

At the same time, a deafening rumble came from deep within the earth.

Nine high platforms, built at an unknown time, emerged from the ground and formed a large array, temporarily blocking the spiritual signals of the flying sword.

Bei Wufeng immediately understood: "This guy... while fighting me with swords, he was actually carrying out construction underground and setting up an array?"

Bei Wufeng immediately formed a hand seal, intending to forcefully open the spiritual channel and break through the array's shield.

With Zhang Yu's crudely made temporary formation, Bei Wufeng believed that he would be able to reconnect with the flying sword in a moment at most.

But in the next moment, Zhang Yu spread his five fingers and reached out to grab the twelve Taihao Sacred Law Flying Swords a hundred meters away.

“Senior, you’re right. Compared to flying on a sword, I’m better at setting up formations with my Kunlun Mountain Moving Technique.”

At a distance of over a hundred meters, the twelve flying swords were crystal clear to him.

The loss of the spiritual signal prevented Bei Wufeng from continuing to infuse his sword intent into the blade, allowing Zhang Yu to easily lock onto the twelve flying swords.

With a single palm strike, Zhang Yu's sword case shot towards the flying sword.

Under the surging gravity of the earth, the twelve temporarily out-of-control flying swords were easily collected into the sword box by Zhang Yu, just like twelve swimming fish.

Just before the sword case closed, the spirit realm channel was suddenly opened, and earth-shattering sword intent erupted from the flying sword once again, and the phantoms of the twelve sword attendants descended once more.

"Break it for me!"

Amidst the roar, the twelve flying swords struggled violently.

But the next moment, with Zhang Yu stomping heavily, the earth seemed to transform into a giant beast, opening its maw and swallowing the twelve struggling flying swords along with their caskets.

Then the giant beast transformed into a giant mountain, the giant mountain into a peak, and the peak into countless copper and iron walls, firmly pressing the flying sword inside.

At the same time, Zhang Yu's twelve flying swords shot out like streaks of black lightning, heading towards Bei Wufeng's location.

If it weren't for a sword fight, Bei Wufeng could easily use other magical treasures to block the flying swords while continuing to control them to break through the suppression.

But at this moment it was just a sword duel. Bei Wufeng looked at Zhang Yu who was shooting towards him like lightning and knew that he had already lost the sword duel.

At the same time, Anzhen Zhenjun observed the changes on the battlefield and thought to himself, "If this formation continues to be improved, it seems that it can also enhance the sword realm, improve the spiritual signal of the flying swords, and increase the power of the sword formation."

"Civil engineering plus flying sword communication?"

"It seems like there's potential."

(End of this chapter)