One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 261: Losing Streak

Zhao Fuyun's voice was not loud, but it sounded so harsh to the ears of the three people.

"How brave." Zheng Ji responded gloomily.

"Haha!" The woman sneered and said, "To the west of Luo City, there is the Ning family in Huashan, Ning Zhongliu."

At this point, she bowed and saluted, then asked, "But the Taoist priest speaks so arrogantly, but his actions are so evasive that he can't even reveal his name or origin. It makes people think that the Taoist priest is just boasting."

Zhao Fuyun smiled and said, "Origin and place of cultivation are just used to scare others. They are all false. Only the ability of cultivating the upper body is real. In front of the Great Dao, our origin can't play the slightest role. But you remember, my Taoist name is Fuyun."

As he finished speaking, Zhao Fuyun opened his mouth and a flash of fire fell on his hand, and the fire turned into a mysterious lamp.

The body of the lamp was purple-black, with vines entwined around it, all the way to the wick, where there was a ball of golden flame, full of life, like a bird flapping its wings about to take off.

I vaguely seemed to have heard the name of the woman named Ning Zhongliu somewhere before, but I couldn't remember where.

So, she drew her sword without hesitation.

The sword was unsheathed, and a ball of white light cut through a piece of dark void.

It was like a ray of moonlight, coming towards Zhao Fuyun.

A golden ray of light surged out from the lamp in Zhao Fuyun's hand, supporting the sword light.

The sword light that seemed to be able to tear the sky apart fell on the golden flames, but it couldn't cut through them.

At the same time, the flames surged up rapidly, the light flickered, and fell directly on Ning Zhongliu.

A layer of protective sword light surged from Ning Zhongliu's body, and bits of fire invaded her body, but they only emitted a few sparks and could not actually fall on her.

The other two people also had a protective light emanating from their bodies, preventing Zhao Fuyun's flames from falling on them.

"You have such ability, but you talk big like that. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at?" Ning Zhongliu finished speaking, and he made a sword flower with the sword in his hand. The sword light wrapped around his body, and he leaped up. Man and sword became one, turning into a sword light, piercing down from the high sky.

Looking from afar, one could only see a flash of silver light breaking through the air, along with the sharp sword intent and the sound of sword chanting.

At the top of the mountain below, Zhao Fuyun's body was ablaze with fire, and instantly turned into a rainbow light that soared into the sky. The rainbow light wandered in the sky and did not leave. A voice rang out in the void: "Red Flame Command: Burn."

In just a moment, both the woman wielding the sword and Gao Peng and Zheng Ji felt a burning sensation in their bodies.

The fire surged from within their bodies.

They wanted to suppress it with their magic power, but found that the flame was too overbearing and difficult to extinguish.

Zheng Ji frowned slightly. He was already confused when he heard the word "Fuyun". He vaguely remembered that he seemed to have heard this name somewhere, but he just couldn't remember it for the moment.

But when he was on guard, he felt a burning sensation on his body due to the spell. He was slightly startled and looked up at the rainbow light in the void.

"Could it be that he really wants to fight three alone?" Zheng Ji thought to himself. A magical power in his body suppressed the fire power, but his hands were not idle at all. He stretched out his hand and drew in the void, and a talisman appeared.

Zheng family's "Sealing Talisman". When he saw Zhao Fuyun escaping into the rainbow light and wandering around, making it difficult to capture him, he decided to seal him with the Sealing Talisman. Then Ning Zhongliu could take the opportunity to kill him with a sword.

The moment the seal talisman appeared, Zheng Ji uttered a spell: "Seal!"

The void condensed, and the rainbow light seemed to be frozen.

At this moment, Zheng Ji felt that there was something sealed under his talisman, as thin as hair and as light as mist, but he indeed felt that something was sealed.

At the same time, his eyes shone brightly, and his double pupils stared into the void, trying to see all the changes clearly, to see the fire clearly and not let it escape.

Ning Zhongliu also caught a glimpse of the stagnant rainbow light at this moment. The sword light was like a wisp of cold and quiet silk, cutting through the void, trying to cut off the rainbow light.

And just as the sword was about to slash down, in a flash, Zheng Ji suddenly discovered that the rainbow light that had been sealed suddenly disappeared, as if it had never existed and turned into 'nothingness'.

But in his eyes, he could see that the rainbow light suddenly piled up like a ray of light, and a voice rang out in the void: "Suppress!"

Out of thin air, it seemed as if mountains appeared, suppressing the void, and their magic power condensed.

The sword light on Ning Zhongliu's body was actually suppressed and scattered, revealing his figure.

"burn!"

Under the spell, a burst of fire rushed towards Ning Zhongliu like a waterfall.

Fortunately, the sword intent in her heart surged and broke through the suppression. At the critical moment, the sword shone brightly and slashed towards the waterfall of fire.

But at this moment, she felt that the flames were not only washing over her externally, but also that the burning power in her heart that had been suppressed by her sword intent was aroused at this moment, burning her internal organs and consciousness.

But when the sword in his hand slashed at the flames that were rushing down, it missed.

In her eyes, the flames were majestic, like a waterfall of fire coming from the sky, but the moment the sword slashed through, they became empty.

The sword missed.

The flames did not dissipate, but instead continued to rush towards him.

The moment the fire fell on her, she felt the weight of the flame.

When the flames rushed towards her body, she felt as if she was being hit by a waterfall. She was involuntarily washed down from the sky and her body immediately caught fire.

This change between reality and illusion caused Ning Zhongliu to suffer a great loss at the first encounter.

Zheng Ji and Gao Peng's faces changed when they saw this scene. The change was too fast in a split second.

Originally, Ning Zhongliu wanted to take the opportunity to kill Zhao Fuyun with a sword because Zhao Fuyun was sealed. However, in just a moment, Ning Zhongliu was seriously injured and fell off the mountain.

The fire suddenly spread out, as if a ray of light was covering the top of the mountain.

There was already a flying knife in Zheng Ji's hand.

The blade is jet black, and two cloud patterns are engraved on the handle.

Behead the soul.

Zheng Ji's eyes can see through illusions. At the same time, all extremely fast things will slow down in his eyes, and even the smallest flaws will be magnified. His soul-slaying sword can directly injure people's souls.

He also has a sealing method that is extremely mysterious. Many senior Purple Mansions have fallen at his hands.

The magic he practiced was also known as the 'Watching the Tide and Slaying the Soul' technique.

This is a spell he created by combining his own talent of double pupils.

The tide he watched was not the sea tide, but the rhythmic waves formed by the human body and the soul between heaven and earth. In his eyes, that faint fluctuation was like the tide, surging and opening and closing. Between the rise and fall, it was time for him to draw his sword.

Since Zheng Jicheng started to use the method, he has never failed. The knife in his hand has never missed, and no one who has been hit by his knife has ever survived.

His eyes opened wide and stared at the rainbow light in the void.

Just then, the rainbow light suddenly became 'illusory', which made him feel awkward. It was the first time he saw someone have such a spell, but he believed that no matter what kind of spell it was, the fluctuation of the magic rhythm on the body would definitely appear.

And the knife in his hand can penetrate the gap between these fluctuations and cut off his soul.

Suddenly, the sky was filled with rainbow lights, which gathered in the middle. A lamp appeared, and the rainbow lights gathered into a flame.

But during this gathering process, Zheng Ji used the Soul-Slaying Sword in his hand.

A black light flashed across the void, and everything slowed down in his eyes. His knife was about to cut off the lamp flame before it solidified.

He actually wanted to cut off the root of the Red Flame Divine Lamp in one go.

Because he could see that the magic in the flame of the lamp had a strong divinity, and he realized that this was Zhao Fuyun's natal magic weapon. If he damaged the flame of the lamp and killed the faintly visible divine bird in the flame of the lamp, he would be hurting the owner of the magic weapon.

Suddenly, out of nothingness, a circle of black rainbow light appeared.

"Ding!"

Wu Hong's ring hit the Soul-Slaying Sword, making a slight sound.

The Yuan magnetic rainbow halo was spinning like it was hit hard, and the Dharma thoughts contained in it were about to be shattered in an instant.

Zhao Fuyun stretched out his hand, caught the Yuanci Rainbow Halo that was knocked away, and put it on his wrist again.

He knew that the spirituality of the Yuanci Rainbow Halo had been damaged and it could not be used to defend against the enemy in the short term.

His figure reappeared from nothingness when he took back the magnetic rainbow halo.

Looking at Zheng Ji below, he couldn't help but say: "Good magic weapon, good swordsmanship."

At that moment, the opponent drew his sword to cut off his lamp flame, causing him to rush to meet the enemy, so his magic weapon was damaged.

"You're not bad either." Zheng Ji said coldly.

Zhao Fuyun did not answer any more. He held the Taiyue Zhenshen Seal hanging on his waist in his left hand and pointed at Zheng Ji.

Zheng Ji's soul-slaying sword had already been used. There was no warning and it was so fast that it was unbelievable.

However, Zhao Fuyun did not stop his magic because of the opponent's sword.

Because if he did so, he would always be in a passive position. He found that when the opponent's knife was about to strike, it must be the time when his magic power was restrained, or when he was about to strike.

Zhao Fuyun continued, reciting as if he were carrying a charter: "Imperial garrison!"

As soon as he chanted the spell, the knife was already in front of him. A ball of fire condensed on Zhao Fuyun's sword finger, and the flame of the Red Flame Divine Lamp beside him seemed to form a mountain in an instant, suppressing the opponent's "Soul-Slaying Knife".

The Soul-Slaying Sword, which was emitting a misty aura, instantly became solid under this spell.

The flames instantly enveloped the blade.

Zhao Fuyun's magic didn't stop at all.

"Edict!"

The divine light on the sword dimmed.

"Decreed!"

Zheng Ji below felt that he was frozen. Although Zhao Fuyun's spell was mainly aimed at suppressing the 'Soul-Slaying Sword', it was a large-scale spell. Both Zheng Ji and Gao Peng below were affected by the spell.

Even if they wanted to take action, they found that they had to break free from the seal first.

"Imperial ban!"

The accumulated suppression in the void, the vital energy, and the flames seemed to condense together at that moment, forming invisible threads that entangled the Soul-Slaying Sword.

The Soul-Slaying Sword struggled violently, but it was like a last ray of light before death. The divine light of the blade itself dimmed rapidly, and only a layer of flame glow was entangled on it, turning into layers of cloud patterns, like mountain patterns. Under the mountains, there seemed to be a flowing river surrounding it, tightly wrapping around the blade.

Zheng Ji below had his eyes wide open. At this moment, a strange light actually shone out. The strange light in his eyes penetrated through layers of void and fell onto the blade. It felt as if the seal on the blade was about to be broken.

The fire of the Red Flame Divine Lamp beside Zhao Fuyun flickered, and pierced towards Zheng Ji's eyes. In the flickering, the fire actually formed jagged rays, like countless golden needles piercing Zheng Ji's eyes.

The flames were incredibly fast.

Zheng Ji's eyes suddenly burned, and a look of pain appeared on his face.

As soon as he closed his eyes, there seemed to be a lot of phantom light in them, drowning out the flames. When he opened his eyes again, everything was clear again.

But he didn't say anything else. He jumped up, his body like a piece of paper man, and an invisible tide surged in the void around him. In an instant, he walked through the gaps in the tide as if walking on flat ground, and his body was also submerged in the tide.

The flames fell, but were blocked by layers of darkness.

Zhao Fuyun frowned slightly. Although he won, he felt that this person was indeed extraordinary and his magic skills were also powerful.

Finally, his gaze fell on Gao Peng from the Jingyang Gao family.

The old man did not make a move from beginning to end. When he met Zhao Fuyun's gaze, he smiled and said, "The Taoist priest is indeed amazing. Such a person should not be unknown. The fact that we have not heard of him only shows that we are ignorant."

"Old sir, aren't you going to take action?" Zhao Fuyun did not answer him but asked instead.

"I am old now, my spirit is weak and my skills are frail. I no longer have the courage of blood. Those two rising stars in Luocheng were defeated by the Taoist priest. I, an old man, will not embarrass myself in any more ways." Gao Peng said with a smile.

His answer surprised Zhao Fuyun a little.

"I heard that the Luodu aristocratic families are so powerful that they don't even take ordinary sects seriously. The old gentleman's words are surprising." Zhao Fuyun said.

"That depends on what sect it is. A sect that can produce a figure like the Taoist priest is still unknown. I can only think of one place." Gao Peng said seriously.

"Oh?"

"There is a place that, every once in a while, will produce a few people who amaze their peers. Recently, when everyone thought it was in decline, it produced two Jindan cultivators. If I am not mistaken, the Taoist priest should be from Tiandu Mountain." Gao Peng said.

"Why do you think so?" Zhao Fuyun asked calmly.

“Because, if other sects had a figure like the Taoist priest, they would have become famous when they were building their foundation. Even if they didn’t, after reaching Zifu, they would have traveled around the world and surely made a name for themselves for their sects,” Gao Peng said.

"We, the children of aristocratic families, like to make our names known when we travel. In addition to taking advantage of the influence behind us, we also want to make our family famous. In many cases, being famous brings benefits. Only when there are people traveling around the world from generation to generation in aristocratic families can the reputation not be lost, and in this way, the benefits will not be cut off."

Gao Peng's words were very frank, but Zhao Fuyun had already looked up at the sky.

"May I know the purpose of the Taoist priest's visit?" Gao Peng asked indifferently.

"Nothing, just here to find some precious materials to refine treasures." Zhao Fuyun answered casually.

"If that's the case, then I might be able to help the Taoist priest." Gao Peng spoke again.

Zhao Fuyun was now standing on the pillar at the top of the mountain. He looked at the old man and chuckled, saying, "No need. I'll take the treasure myself."

After saying this, he leaped down, turned into a rainbow of light, and fell into the city below.

Gao Peng, who stayed there, took a deep breath and looked grim after seeing Zhao Fuyun leave. The anger that he had been suppressing surged to his face at this moment.

(End of this chapter)