Sword from the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 188 Let the Swordsman and the God of War Cry!
Zhou Yi's voice wasn't loud, but people all around could hear it clearly.

As soon as the sarcastic remark was uttered, everyone's attention turned to the representative of the holy site, while the abbot Liaoyuan remained composed.

It wasn't that he was so profound in Buddhist teachings that he was neither angry nor resentful; it was simply because the matter was dishonorable.

If they hadn't shown up, Rong Fengxiang's birthday banquet wouldn't have been able to gather so many people.

For both sides in the conflict, the Holy Land was taking advantage of the situation to fan the flames, and ordinary people wouldn't dare to criticize it, but Zhou Yi had no fear and went straight for their sore spots.

Both of them knew the truth, but neither responded directly to Zhou Yi's words.

The monk Liaoyuan glanced at Fan Yuncang, put his hands together and said, "There will be a lecture in our temple in half a month, and the He Shi Bi will finally find its owner."

The various factions reacted differently upon hearing Yuan's deep voice.

The lecture was a Buddhist sermon, but this time it was not for sermons, but only for discussing the He Shi Bi jade.

Judging from this, the sacred land of martial arts is planning to publicly support the owner of the He Shi Bi jade!

He might even use the pretext of the He Shi Bi jade being "ordained by Heaven" to personally intervene in the world's conflicts.

The two holy lands have a great many experts, and no one dares to ignore them.

The news brought by the high monk was unexpected, and those who followed Li Jiancheng, including Xue Wanche and Feng Li, who were by Li Shimin's side, were all excited.

Jingnian Zen Temple has made its stance clear!

Moreover, they knew that the Holy Land was supporting the Li Clan, which would create a huge wave of prestige for the Righteous Alliance, allowing them to quell the chaos of conquest and take control of the Eastern Capital.

A great opportunity is just around the corner.

At this moment, Feng Li and the others were happy to watch the show, hoping that the tension in the Rong Mansion would only intensify.

They silently observed their surroundings, then sharpened their eyes to see how the formidable enemy would react.

A soft laugh was heard.

Zhou Yi glanced at the monk and knew that they had come up with a plan similar to "getting back on track".

"The master spoke too late; the lecture should have started earlier."

Fan Yuncang asked, "Why?"

Zhou Yi said to her in an even colder tone, "After I settle accounts with them, most of these people will probably not have the chance to witness for you."

Fan Yuncang and Monk Liaoyuan remained silent.

Then, the entire open-air banquet hall fell silent.

Standing half a zhang away, Rong Fengxiang listened carefully to the sounds of swords being drawn and knives being wielded, using the hearing that should be present in the eight masters of the Demonic Sect.

Three fingers of his left hand quietly touched the cold scabbard.

The onlookers quietly retreated, their eyes scanning the hall. Which of the major powers, both within and outside the Nine Provinces, dared to be the first to make a move?!

The three immortals of the South Sea twitched their beards and eyebrows. The hot-tempered Immortal Granny of the South Sea, Yin Wenxia, ​​could not stand being mocked so rudely by a junior and was about to speak.

Lei Bazhou, who was standing to the side, immediately told her to calm down.

Whether they are top-notch experts or grandmasters of martial arts, they may be powerful in individual combat, but few are unafraid of group battles.

The difference between hitting one person and hitting two people is huge.

Even a large number of ants can kill an elephant.

Lei Bazhou gazed intently at the place where everyone's eyes were focused. He still remembered the thrilling battle at Pegasus Ranch, where this man had single-handedly fought against three grandmasters and several top-tier experts. Now, his skill had greatly improved, and his true strength was hard to fathom.

Even though the Three Immortals of the South Sea are not what they used to be, they should still test others first.

The South Sea Immortal Granny squinted at Chao Gongcuo.

Chao Xianweng once fought Ning Sanren for a hundred moves but lost to Sanshou Bapu. He was more accurate in judging people.

However, the old man from the South Sea frowned and focused his voice into a line, saying to her, "He is completely different from Ning Daoqi. The first sword strike, which carries an extremely strong primordial spirit and killing intent, is the one we should not touch. Moreover, his lightness skill is extremely high and his variables are endless. Let's wait a little longer."

The Immortal Elder was the head of the Three Immortals. After his battle with Ning Daoqi, he understood even more what it meant to be a Grandmaster of Martial Arts.

At this moment, he was facing the youngest and most ruthless of the four grandmasters.

Chao Gongcuo was also very vigilant.

The banquet hall fell silent, but the atmosphere was unusually tense, with seven or eight out of ten people gripping their weapons tightly.

The approaching sound of a large number of footsteps suddenly stopped.

The grand and magnificent banquet hall was like a taut string. Onlookers saw the white-clad youth at the center of the taut string still calm and composed. They were shocked by his aura, but also felt the absolute danger of being at the eye of the storm.

A somber atmosphere pervaded the Rong Mansion at that moment.

The black-clad waiter not far behind Rong Fengxiang also hesitated to go in, carrying wine utensils and a wine pot.

Three breaths later

Finally, the atmosphere in the hall was broken when a piercing sound of wind breaking rang out!

Liu Heita, who was at the same table as Kou Xu, shifted his gaze, which had been pleading for redemption, away from Zhou Yi and looked towards the south entrance of the banquet hall along with Liu Wu and his group, who were three tables away.

When that cold, concentrated, and predatory aura swept over like a cold wave, Yue Sigui, whose movements had been somewhat stiff, regained his ease.

coming!

Everyone turned to look and saw a tall, golden figure descending proudly from the front of the birthday banquet, stepping on a giant metasequoia tree.

He was tall and thin, yet he gave off a sturdy and upright impression. His skin was dark from long-term sun exposure, and he had a sheep-like face with chiseled features and a pair of sharp, hawk-like eyes.

Many people recognized his identity.

It was none other than Qu Ao, the number one expert of the Tiele!
His golden robes fluttered and rustled even without wind, like a pair of eagle wings about to tear the sky apart.

His eyes, though deep-set, were now terrifyingly bright, gleaming like two burning, cold stars, fixed intently on the Taoist master.

Beneath his sharp, hooked nose, resembling an eagle's beak, his lips were pressed into a cold, straight line, radiating a suffocating sense of oppression.

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling looked at Ba Feng Han, knowing that he understood Qu Ao best.

"His transformation is earth-shattering." Ba Feng Han was also surprised, as Qu Ao's spiritual aura showed no signs of being defeated by the Martial Venerable.

Fu Nanda was truly the best tailor in the Sui Dynasty; he really sewed up Qu Ao's flaws.

Zhou Yi looked at Qu Ao, and the Tiele Flying Eagle also walked towards him.

Rong Fengxiang and Rong Jiaojiao stepped back to make way, as did the people sitting nearby.

Others dared not be the first to make a move, but Qu Ao was fearless.

Even though he lost, his historical record in the battle against the Martial Venerable cannot be faked.

This is the composure and pride of the older generation of masters.

The Western Qin Liang Kingdom, the Bohai Western Regions, and other forces all secretly exclaimed, "Well done!"
The first Tiele leader drew closer and closer, stealing the spotlight from everyone else. He enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention, and the words of his spiritual mentor, Fu Nanta, echoed in his heart. Qu Ao had a feeling that "everyone has returned."

Then, his eyes gleamed, and with increasing momentum, he coldly shouted:
"Master Zhou, I heard you're here to settle scores. That's a good opportunity to settle our scores!"

He flicked his glittering golden robe, and a gust of wind caused hundreds of lanterns to sway violently.

"You killed my five guards under the King of Tiele, you killed my son, you killed my disciples, you killed many Tiele people, you must pay for them with your lives!"

With each word he spoke, his momentum increased by ten percent.

When he finally uttered the word "fate," the two large lanterns hanging above his head suddenly exploded!

However, his strange way of generating power is astonishing, showing that his innate extraordinary skills have improved.

"Shouldn't your son have died? He controlled the iron cavalry and burned, killed, and looted in Jiangnan, committing all sorts of evil deeds. It's just that they bullied the weak and common people. You have many enemies, but they can't come to you with hoes and sickles to seek revenge."

Zhou Yi snorted coldly: "Qu Ao, you've lived in vain. If you had just made a move, I might have respected you more."

"Back then, you were defeated by Bi Xuan and became a spineless dog."

"Now that he's eating the same filth under Li Mi's command, he's become delirious and starts wagging his tongue and barking wildly in front of me, claiming to be acting out of a sense of righteous revenge. I've never seen such a shameless person."

Upon hearing this, everyone stared at Qu Ao, and sure enough, his aura faltered, and he looked like he was bleeding from the head.

"you--!!"

Qu Ao roared, his pupils bloodshot.

He was about to start cursing again.

Zhou Yi's shout rang in his ears: "What are you waiting for? Come and meet your death!"

Those who were not involved quickly moved away.

"Wow—!"

A cry of an eagle, piercing through gold and splitting rocks, containing supreme ferocity, seemed to be born from the autumn chill. It did not come from Qu Ao's mouth, but from his spirit and energy resonating with anger!
This is the pinnacle of his life's cultivation, the obsession with revenge, and the ultimate manifestation of a domineering and ruthless hero!

Some were alarmed, while others were secretly delighted. Qu Ao was going to clash head-on with a martial arts grandmaster without holding back; he had lost his mind.

With a flick of his gleaming golden robe, Qu Ao moved!

His attack was swift and decisive, without any hesitation, and was the ultimate killing move.

Eagle Transformation Thirteen Styles!
This is the essence of Qu Ao's self-created martial arts, simplifying the complex and including the intricate variations of palm, finger, and claw techniques within thirteen forms, combined with leaping and dodging movements, making it infinitely versatile.

At this moment, there are no complicated tricks, only the purest speed and destruction.

His tall, thin body left a blurry golden afterimage in place, while his true form was like an angry eagle soaring through the sky, swooping down from mid-air!
His hands transformed into real black iron eagle claws, tearing through the air with a piercing shriek.

Layer upon layer of claw shadows conjured nine terrifying shockwaves, alternating between reality and illusion.

Each wave of energy contained the strange power of the "Nine Transformations of Condensed Truth." It could be as fierce as thunder, as gentle as silk, spiraling and penetrating, or exploding and impacting!
The nine layers of force were not added sequentially, but rather, within the space enveloped by his claw-like posture, they instantly completed nine incredible twists, entanglements, and resonances.

The target center is Zhou Yi.

He intends to use these nine supernatural powers to tear Zhou Yi to pieces!

Before the claws even arrived, the terrifying force had already plowed deep grooves into the hard bluestone slabs of the ground. As everyone could see, the spot where the Taoist master stood up seemed to have been transformed into a desolate wasteland.

Everyone's hearts tightened, as if they could see that the white-clad figure would be torn to shreds by the ultimate attack that embodied "Flying Eagle's" lifelong cultivation and ferocious will!

Zhou Yi stared intently at the terrifying claw shadows that intertwined with innate extraordinary skills.

Time seems to have frozen.

The best way to deal with someone with a mental weakness is through the powerful mental strength of a martial arts grandmaster; victory or defeat hinges on that subtle difference.

Can Fonanda really mend Qu'ao perfectly?

The moment Qu Ao lunged forward, everyone saw the Taoist Celestial Master move.

He merely raised his sword-wielding hand, the movement slow and gentle, as if brushing a speck of dust from his clothes.

The longsword, exuding a frosty aura, was thrust out amidst the seemingly slow yet ever-shifting light and shadow.

Along with it came a cold, clear light, as if it had fallen from the bright moon in the heavens.

The sword tip was not pointing at Qu Ao's claws, nor at his body, but at the only point in the nine layers of destructive energy waves that wanted to escape, which was also the pivot of the changes in the energy of the Thirteen Forms of Eagle Transformation!
That point, which would not exist in the eyes of ordinary people, was as clear as a lone star in the night under Zhou Yi's sword.

A flash of sword light seemed to sever the "thread" that held that terrifying killing move together in the dark.

Fu Junyu and Fu Junzhuo were the most shocked.

Swordplay!
No, this is not a game of swordsmanship, but it is still a life-or-death game of chess with a perilous edge.

Qu Ao has played a fatal game against himself!
"puff!"

The longsword pierced the shockwave brought by the Nine Transformations of Condensation, and with a soft sound, it was like a bubble bursting.

The nine layers of destructive energy that enveloped the heavens and earth, and the innate extraordinary skill that condensed Qu Ao's life's essence and spirit and possessed overwhelming ferocity, vanished silently like a shattered phantom.

Qu Ao's attack, which was as powerful as a god descending to earth, suddenly stopped.

The fierce arrogance on his face froze, replaced by extreme bewilderment and a deep-seated emptiness.

He felt the same way when Wu Zun's spear, Agushuaya, pierced him back then.

His innate extraordinary skill has been broken!
The mental upheaval came with the sword energy, and the stitches that the spiritual mentor had mended with spiritual yoga techniques all burst open at once, and Qu Ao's flaws expanded infinitely at this moment.

In his eyes, Zhou Yi's figure was overlapping with that towering figure on the grassland.

The Martial Venerable, mindful that he was a grassland dweller, only shattered his martial will.

The sword that was thrust at him at that moment was meant to kill him!
His innate extraordinary skill was exposed, and his primordial spirit and vital energy clashed and he suffered a crushing defeat. As a result, Qu Ao's tall body remained in a forward-leaning posture, but for a moment he was suspended in mid-air, as if he had been frozen by an invisible force.

The light in those burning eagle eyes went out, leaving only ashen despair and disbelief.

"Bang!!"

In the next instant, to everyone's horror, the golden robe on his back first fell down, then exploded into pieces of shredded cloth.

His entire body was pierced by the sword energy, and his heart meridian was penetrated!
A mouthful of blood, unable to be contained, slowly spilled from the corners of his eyes and mouth, dripping down his hooked nose with a soft "tap" sound in the silent hall, as clear as a thunderclap.

The figure in white sat down again, sheathing his long sword and placing it on the table of the birthday banquet.

He remained calm, as if he had just done something insignificant.

The entire banquet hall fell into a deathly silence.

"Bang~!"

The top Tiele fighter crashed to the ground, breaking the silence once again, just as he had when he arrived.

Those who had originally planned to intervene while Qu Ao and Zhou Yi were locked in a fierce battle all shrank back.

One move, just one move!
The onlookers on the outermost edge were both horrified and excited. This time, they were finally witnessing a powerful martial arts master die before their eyes.

Tiele Flying Eagle was killed by the Celestial Master with a single sword strike!

You should know that it's incredibly difficult to kill a Grandmaster.

They grasped the subtleties, leaving even the slightest leeway, so that even if they were injured, they could avoid a fatal blow.

After that, when it comes to escaping, it all comes down to lightness skill. This isn't just about martial arts level, and the person escaping can choose their direction and location, giving them the initiative.

Therefore, news of the death of a martial arts master is rarely heard in the martial arts world.

However.
In recent years, however, a master assassin has emerged.

Nine out of ten grandmasters were killed by this man.

The many onlookers in the banquet hall all turned to look at Zhou Yi, their gazes filled with even more reverence.

At Qi Gui's table, Dugu Feng's eyelids twitched repeatedly, and his eyes became much clearer.

Guo Erge and Zhao Congwen were thrilled. They looked at Duke Chen, who seemed itchy to sit still.

“Young man, you don’t need to compete with Qu Ao. He couldn’t even block one sword strike, but you managed to survive one. You’re already the winner.”

Kou Zhong said in a low voice, leaving Ba Feng Han somewhat speechless.

However, this sword strike was no small matter.

Although Qu Ao was furious and lost his mind, he had no way out and unleashed all of his innate qi.

It can only be said that he was not qualified to fight a life-or-death battle with a Taoist master in a single move.

Ba Feng Han understood, and so did all the other experts.

But with Zhou Yi's imposing aura at this moment, no one dared to be the first to step forward. Yue Sigui and Zu Junyan had already begun wiping their sweat.

Two black-clad demons stepped forward, dragging a long trail of blood across the ground, and pulled Qu Ao's corpse to where Emperor Ding You Niaojuan was.

They checked it out.

Although it was a corpse, Qu Ao had opened his mind with the Nine Transformations of Condensation, so the corpse still had some value.

"Boom~!"

The coffin lid was closed, and Qu Ao's body was placed inside.

"Who else?"

Zhou Yi looked at his enemies, and as his gaze swept across them, he could see many angry faces, but none of them dared to make a move.

Finally, he looked at the sorcerer Rong Fengxiang.

“Rong Longtou, you’ve invited so many good friends, why is the atmosphere so quiet? As the host, it’s not appropriate for you to just stand by and watch.”

Boss Rong certainly understood what he was implying.

But how could we possibly continue this conversation at this time?

He rubbed his hands together, a smile spreading across his face: "This time, I have truly broadened my horizons. The Celestial Master's Sword Technique is the most advanced I have ever seen in my life."

"Bring on the finest wine!"

The steward behind responded with a "Yes," and Liaoyuan and Fanyuncang followed Zhou Yi's gaze and looked towards Rong Fengxiang's back.

The black-clad waiters who had hesitated to approach earlier came forward one by one.

Someone handed over the wine pot, and someone else passed around the cups.

Many people also came up from the back of the banquet hall carrying wine vessels, seemingly preparing to officially begin the meal.

Just as the atmosphere eased slightly, even Rong Fengxiang himself showed a hint of shock.

When passing cups and saucers.

A waiter in black leaned against the central seat, his body suddenly shifting. Before anyone knew it, a light, thin sword appeared in his hand, and with a phantom-like movement, he thrust it towards Zhou Yi!

"Dang~!"

In a flash, Zhou Yi picked up the scabbard with his left hand and focused his energy on the sword with his right.

With a strained, dripping sound, the thin sword tilted to the side.

The black-clad attendant exerted force in his hand, and was about to raise his sword to attack again, but to everyone's surprise, this suddenly appearing assassin turned around and stabbed Fan Yuncang of Cihang Jingzhai with the sword that was aimed at Zhou Yi.

Little did Cihang expect that, with her taking advantage of the situation, someone would turn against her.

By the time the sound of the thin sword piercing through the air was heard, it was already too late!

This sword is unusually fast.

"Tsk~!"

Rong Fengxiang's eyes widened as he saw blood spurting out; Fan Zhaizhu's junior sister had been pierced through the throat!
The black-clad attendant slashed at the throat with his sword, aiming at the monk Liaoyuan standing to the side.

The senior monk had a second to react and used the prayer beads on his chest to defend himself.

But the thin sword in his eyes became a phantom, and the incomparably powerful mental force interfered, causing the prayer beads to miss their mark, and a pain shot through his chest.

Liao Yuan's heart clenched, so much so that his voice was extremely hoarse, as if his throat was being gripped: "Phantom Sword Technique."

It's the Shadow Assassin!
"Master~!!"

Xue Wanche, Feng Li, and Li Jiancheng's men all cried out in alarm.

The two experts from the Holy Land were unable to respond. They had been careless and had not expected that the most terrifying assassin in the world was right beside them and that he harbored ill intentions towards them.

By this time, they had both died under the shadow assassin's sword!

"Boom~!!"

Zhou Yi slashed down with his sword, and the aftershocks spread outwards, causing the hard ironwood banquet table to shatter from the middle.

Yang Xuyan's thin sword bent, and he was forced back ten steps. He smiled triumphantly, not daring to linger in the fight, and used his Illusionary Demon Movement Technique to leap over seven or eight tables.

There were guests over there.

They were all too busy avoiding him to dare stop this terrifying assassin.

The death of someone in the Holy Land is a big deal, but people care more about their own lives and property.

Just then, the entire open-air banquet hall of Rong Mansion shook, and the sound of firecrackers could be heard—the very loud kind!
Someone planted gunpowder, which exploded and created a large cloud of smoke.

Although it did not cause any serious injury to the experts, it did disrupt the atmosphere of the entire banquet hall.

The footsteps that had been stopped outside suddenly resumed.

Everyone became restless at this moment.

"kill--!"

Wuliang Sword Xiang Siren and Soul-Chasing Spear Yang Qing rushed through the open gate, leading two groups of men in a fierce charge.

The target was Zhou Yi.

Led by the Crow Taoist, Kou Zhong and the others flipped the tabletops over.

“Bang, bang, bang~!”

Xiang Siren swung his greatsword, unleashing a burst of sword energy. Several huge metasequoia trees around him crashed down with a deafening roar. At Yue Sigui's command, several squads of soldiers charged out from the Pushan Public Camp.

From the east of Rong Mansion, hidden forces sprang into action upon hearing the news, and nearly two thousand more rushed in!

Duan Da felt much more at ease. He looked back and immediately met the gaze of the leader of the thousand-man force.

He was about to wave his hand to give the order.

But just then, a sudden gust of wind arose, and he quickly changed his hand posture, using both arms to parry and block Dugu Feng's fierce punch.

A sharp pain shot through his wrist. Although he was skilled in martial arts, he was no match for Dugu Feng, the leader of a powerful clan.

"Steward Dugu, what are you doing?!"

"Uh~~!"

Duan Da cried out in pain as two sharp knives pierced him through.

Guo Lao Er and Zhao Congwen, one on each side, with two knives in four holes, served him very well.

"Duke Chen, what are you doing now!"

"Ah~~!!"

At this moment, the leading general who had just exchanged glances with Duan Da was ambushed from behind, but fortunately he was wearing armor and survived.

Dugu Feng, with the steps of Biluo Hongchen, beheaded the general with a single sword stroke before the general could give the order!
The soldiers who had fought alongside the general froze, unsure of what to do.

Dugu Feng took out a palace token and ordered everyone to stop.

"His Majesty has decreed that Xiang Siren and Yang Qing, in collusion with the Duke of Chen, are plotting a rebellion. The people of the General of the Cavalry will be temporarily placed under my command. Anyone who disobeys will be executed without mercy!"

"Hear my command at once!"

As the head of the Dugu family, everyone in the General of the Cavalry's residence knew him. Moreover, he carried the imposing presence of the Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Guards.

Captain Zhang, who had just launched the sneak attack, immediately bowed in submission: "We will obey the commander's orders!"

Another officer, a confidant of Wang Shichong, hesitated for a moment, and Dugu Feng suddenly drew his sword and beheaded him.

With a kick, his head rolled into the army formation like a ball.

The other soldiers were greatly alarmed and hurriedly followed Captain Zhang in paying their respects: "We will obey the commander's orders!"

Dugu Feng revealed a smug look; the mission had been completed beautifully.

Wang Shichong had more troops than all of them combined, but now the balance of power was shifting.

He turned to look in Zhou Yi's direction, hoping to get some praise.

However, Zhou Yi had no time to praise him. The center of the banquet hall was already engulfed in a terrifying vortex of energy!
In a moment of impulsiveness, Dugu Feng decided to lead his troops to help.

Suddenly remembering Zhou Yi's instructions, he quickly changed his tone and shouted at his opponent:
"Xiang Siren and Yang Qing are plotting a rebellion; kill the traitors!"

At the same time, Liang Shidu, Liu Wuzhou, and the forces of Western Qin and Liang all launched an attack.

Ba Feng Han slashed at He Sui, a general under Liang Shidu, with his sword, forcing He Sui and Liang Luoren to parry.

Kou Zhong and Xu Zhong, like two ghosts, knocked on the door, forcing Liang Shidu's other general, Suo Zhou, into a desperate situation. After killing several people, Kou Zhong laughed loudly and swung his broadsword to kill the man he had previously clashed with.

Liu Heita and Su Dingfang also mobilized their men.

In addition to the troops of King Dou Jiande of Xia, there were also the followers of Miss Zhai.

This time, it wasn't just for personal reasons. The Turkic lackeys were their enemies in the north, Li Mi was Zhai Rang's mortal enemy, and the Xia King also despised this traitor.

Their actions this time are also on the side of the Dongming Sect.

Furthermore, it also allows one to establish good relations with the Taoist community.

When Liu Heita made his move, he saw Mu Daoren wielding a nine-toothed rake, while Wuya Daoren beside him held two pig-slaughtering knives, creating a flurry of sword shadows.

The Tuyuhun experts were drawn there.

Prince Fuqian brought at least fifty top-tier experts, and even if they weren't at the center of the battle, it would still be an extremely tough fight.

"Father, the situation has changed!"

Rong Jiaojiao and Rong Fengxiang temporarily retreated to the perimeter: "Is Wang Shichong stupid, insisting on fighting the Dugu clan at this time?"

"He's not stupid; he's scheming to use us!"

Rong Fengxiang's face was grim as he looked at the banquet hall in chaos. The people from the Coffin Palace, the Dugu Clan, and the Dongming Sect were all taking advantage of the situation.

They diverted some of the forces used to deal with the Taoist Celestial Masters.

but
Rong Fengxiang looked at it carefully, then regained his composure: "It's alright, we still have more than enough manpower to deal with that Heavenly Master."

"Wait until this guy is close to his limit before we strike!"

Ok? !

Rong Fengxiang glanced at Su Wen, the Five-Sword Overlord, and he made his move!
The moment Gaisuwen made his move, the three immortals of the South Sea, who had been observing, also unleashed their powers simultaneously.

However, the white figure at the center of the vortex of energy continued to inflict damage with its superior agility and lightning-fast strikes.

Crash—!
With a loud crack, Zhou Yi kicked out, snapping the massive fir tree in half at the waist, sending a wooden pillar about ten feet long flying out.

Several people were unable to dodge in time and were hit, spitting blood as they flew backward.

Han Chaoan and Hu Yanjin lifted the wooden pillar together, and the two of them struck each other with powerful force, pushing the huge wooden pillar back at Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi casually slapped him.

The palm strike pierced through the wooden pillar in an instant; even two bandits as famous as Shen Mohuan were no match for one.

But they weren't as foolish as Qu Ao.

Blood was just boiling, and after being taken advantage of, they immediately jumped to the sides to dodge!

"Buzz—Boom!"

The cedar pillar exploded and shattered, turning into countless wood chips and fragments. The impact of the impact generated extremely high heat, and a plume of blue smoke rose up.

The next moment, all the wisps of smoke were absorbed in one direction.

The South Sea Immortal Granny pointed out with her silver cane, instantly creating a vacuum zone. This was the essence of the South Sea Seven Killings Technique. She pointed again with her cane, and dense true energy carrying a large amount of wood chips surged in like a storm.

Chao Gongcuo and Lei Bazhou simultaneously unleashed their power, adding fuel to the fire.

The combined power of the Three Immortals and Seven Killers was like the mighty waves of the South China Sea that could smash rocks!
Those martial artists who refused to leave despite the chaos of battle also witnessed the powerful secret technique of the three immortals working together.

Zhou Yi gathered one hand in front of his chest, fingertips pointing inward, the movement extremely swift.

Then, a hand seal was struck out. This inner binding seal, which resembled the character "阵" (array) in mantra, combined with the profound Taoist skills, directly generated extraordinary power!
The powerful aura pressure within a certain space acted like an invisible quagmire, imprisoning the Seven Killing Force of the three immortals.

Chao Gongcuo was taken aback, because he had never seen this strange Taoist hand seal before.

"Eh~!"

Seeing the actions of the experts around them, the three added the power of Seven Kills.

Zhou Yi, with his eyes scanning all directions, shifted his focus and skillfully used his strength to deflect the powerful force to his side, instantly killing the three experts from Pushan Gongying and Xiqin who had come to attack!

The qi emerges from Yongquan (KI 1) and enters Jingqiaoyin (GB 1).

As one breath ceases, another breath arises.

In this short period of time, he seemed to have lost a lot of true energy, but due to the method of yin and yang mutual generation, he recovered eight or nine tenths of the lost power.

It should be known that the ultimate martial art can draw power from the primordial energy of heaven and earth.

Seeking both internally and externally is ultimately about achieving harmony between humanity and nature.

Although Zhou Yi has not reached that level, his method of subtly borrowing Yin and Yang is far beyond what ordinary martial artists can comprehend.

They had been keeping an eye on the Tuyuhun experts for a long time, waiting for the right moment to strike.

These Tuyuhun people, from the Yifu Xianbei, were once subordinates of the old king, and their murderous intent towards Zhou Yi was particularly intense at this moment.

"Break!"

The wind in the air was so strong that the spear seemed to plunge violently into the water.

Among the four experts of the Yifu Xianbei, one of them had his spear kicked away by Zhou Yi. He lost his weapon and his body was pulled upwards by the force, unable to dodge. His body was hit by a sword aura and was slashed, causing a large rain of blood to fall.

Blood rained down like a curtain, obscuring the view of the other three masters.

They felt their spears pierce empty air, pulled by the force of space. Zhou Yi exerted force, snapping the spearheads off, and used that force to push the three men backward, then flipped his hand and threw the spearheads back.

Zhou Yi turned away and didn't look again.

Sure enough, three screams came from behind him. At that moment, Wu Daoba slashed down with his sword. He was probably the strongest among the attackers.

A thunderous roar erupted from the ground—Boom!

The shockwave carried dust and gravel, and wherever Gaisuwen's sword energy passed, it was like an invisible giant hammer sweeping across the land.

More than ten tables were completely destroyed.

Those caught in the chaos of battle nearby were repeatedly injured by mistake.

Gai Suwen's brows furrowed, and a section of his sword energy was cut off, directly blocked by Zhou Yi.

He was well aware of the techniques of the Sword Master and knew what a Grandmaster of Martial Arts was all about.

With just this one move, the confidence that naturally emanated from his imposing figure faded somewhat.

The purity of the opponent's true energy is definitely no less than that of Fu Cailin.

Gaesu-wen considered himself a genius in the Goguryeo martial arts world, and the young man before him filled him with envy and resentment.

It was as if an infinitely young Fu Cailin had appeared before him, and was about to overshadow him.

And it will be suppressed for many years.

The thought of this aroused anger and malice.

Martial arts combat is not just about brute force!

Gaisuwen closed in at lightning speed, and everyone heard a loud "whoosh".

With a flash of light, another sharp blade appeared in his hand.

suddenly
With a long, sharp 'whoosh', the blade rubbed against the inner wall of the scabbard, producing a sharp, lingering sound.

Gaisuwen's movements became faster and faster as he repeatedly drew his sword.

Many people who noticed were surprised when he pulled out all four knives from his back, making a total of five knives, including the one he had pulled out earlier.

Using his arms, leg joints, and teeth, he controlled all five knives of varying lengths, widths, and thicknesses at his sides.

The title "Five Swords Overlord" is not just a random name!

"Buzz buzz buzz~~!"

As true energy was injected, all five swords lit up.

Gai Suwen's muscular figure was incredibly agile; the sound of his five knives cutting through the air was like a swarm of bees flapping their wings.

These are killer bees from Goguryeo!

He practiced swordsmanship his whole life but could never beat a master of chess and swordsmanship, so he had to find another way.

If one person can't win, then five people will.

These five knives are equivalent to five people.

The five moves are like a human hand, passing through the chessboard and grabbing the opponent's throat.

"Ta-da!!"

Gai Suwen's blade, imbued with powerful true energy, continuously slashed, colliding with the swift sword in Zhou Yi's hand in a manner that sent chills down one's spine.

He skillfully wielded five knives, capable of launching attacks from any unimaginable angle.

The large, thick hands and legs, and seemingly stiff joints, were as flexible and agile as snakes. Even Zhou Yi was surprised by this sudden burst of killing power.

Because Gaisuwen is not controlled by just one brain.

His mind may control the two knives in his hands, while the other three are all controlled by his combat instincts, thus becoming external knives, but different from ordinary external objects.

They are connected by a vital energy, and they blend together perfectly.

The blade gleamed, and Gai Suwen fought faster and faster. He would stand upside down one moment and lie on his side the next. Everyone felt that his swordsmanship was unparalleled.

However, Zhou Yi only had one sword in his hand, yet he could wield it with incredible speed, keeping all five swords at least a foot away from him even when they were invisible to the naked eye.

As the two fought fiercely, Gai Suwen frowned deeply amidst the swirling vortex of energy created by the flashing blades.

It's like five people playing chess, and none of them can beat one.

How can this be? !
'This move was exactly what I planned to use against Fu Cailin, yet I was suddenly attacked. Why is he completely defenseless?!'

'Is his sword really that fast?'

'No, this is also the Chess Sword Technique!'

Dozens of moves passed in the blink of an eye, and Gaisuwen discovered a terrifying truth.

His opponent gradually anticipated his movements, seemingly having discerned his fighting instincts.

Gai Suwen was startled, but Zhou Yi's enemies were overjoyed.

Five Blade Overlord has been hiding his strength all along, and he is actually so powerful!
“Kill~!”

Han Chaoan, Hu Yanjin, and the Three Immortals of the South Sea rushed forward, and Pi Shouxuan and Wen Caiting could not hold back and joined the battle.

Rong Jiaojiao looked at Rong Fengxiang.

"Don't rush!"

The sorcerer was still observing, but with a wave of his hand, he summoned more than twenty masters from the Laozi Temple.

Just as Zhou Yi was fighting against a group of experts, a series of vicious arrows were shot from not far away.

The arrows always missed by a hair's breadth and never hurt him.

However, it completely wore down his patience.

By this time, neither the people from the Great Ming Sect nor Li Mi, who had feigned death and suddenly appeared, were waiting.

Although disappointed, I decided not to wait any longer.

The Three Immortals of the South Sea charged again, and Zhou Yi slashed at Lei Bazhou with his sword, but the old man dodged as expected.

Zhou Yi seized the opportunity, dodged two arrows, caught one, and flung it at Gai Suwen. He then leaped into the air, creating a spinning motion, and broke through the encirclement of the experts. With a gloomy face, he charged straight towards the Duke of Pushan's camp!
In his utter horror, Yue Sigui fired another arrow.

He hadn't expected Zhou Yi to be able to break through.

"Shoot! Shoot!"

In his panic, Yue Sigui roared, and more than ten people fired in unison, the sound of arrows whistling through the air for three consecutive bursts.

But his figure was as light as a falling leaf, stepping on the arrow and pulling it within three zhang after applying a little force.

When the fourth wave of arrows was nocked.

The dozen or so people around Yue Sigui were no longer able to pluck the strings. Zhou Yi's palm strike missed its target. The force of the Cloud-Dispelling Palm was like a surging tide, sending the six people in front flying backward and crashing into the chaotic formation. The seven or eight people on the edge were either injured or killed, and they all fell to the side.

Yue Sigui, who was at the front, was completely unharmed.

But when he looked up, he saw a phantom.

Then, the face that often appeared in his nightmares was within three feet of him.

At this moment, the nightmare became reality.

"Master Zhou, if I could do it all over again, I would never offend you again."

"Hey~~!"

Zhou Yi tilted his head, dodging the arrow Yue Sigui shot out while he was speaking, keeping it within three feet of him.

Yue Sigui's face turned ashen.

Only then did a look of regret appear on his face.

"You deserve to die."

Hearing the wind behind him, Zhou Yi slashed out with his sword. The sword was incredibly fast, but under the influence of a strange spiritual force, in Yue Sigui's eyes, the sword appeared to be moving in slow motion, slowly approaching.

He could clearly see that his legs were like they were filled with mercury, and he couldn't dodge.

His inner fear gradually intensified, and when a terrified scream rang out, he found that he could move again.

But only the head is moving, and the line of sight is constantly being pulled upwards.

A group of experts attacked again, with Mu Daoren, Wuya Daoren, Kou Xu and others rushing towards them.

After Zhou Yi noticed this, he led Gai Suwen and his group away to a distance.

Xu Ziling was about to go and help when Kou Zhong grabbed him, clearly having seen through Boss Zhou's intentions.

Furthermore, things are not easy for them either.

There are too many opponents!
More than ten experts from Tuyuhun attacked. The burly man who had been hiding in the formation saw that the time was right and wielded a long spear that turned silver.

Familiar marksmanship, familiar aura.

The spear, imbued with mental pressure, was thrust towards his throat, but Zhou Yi deflected it with a single sword strike.

"Murong Fuyun?"

The man growled like a wild beast: "That's right, it is I, the king!"

Only then did everyone realize that the current King of Tuyuhun had personally come here!
"Alright, I'll take you to see your father."

The middle-aged king coldly roared, "I will kill you as a sacrifice!"

Pi Shouxuan was shocked and shouted, "Everyone, do not hold back! If we do not eliminate this scourge today, we will never have peace again!"

Everyone naturally understood this principle.

In an instant, everyone mobilized their true energy and unleashed their killing moves.

Seeing the Celestial Master forced to use his movement techniques to dodge, Rong Fengxiang, who was watching from the sidelines, smiled sinisterly.

"on!"

More than twenty demonic Taoists from Laojun Temple, along with Rong Jiaojiao, the cunning and virtuous woman, and Rong Fengxiang, the great master, all rushed forward together.

They entered the battlefield.

Led by a pale-faced Taoist priest who appeared to be lacking in vitality, these twenty demonic Taoists controlled a sword formation, creating a cage of sword energy.

Firstly, it restricts Zhou Yi's movement, and secondly, it leaves him with nowhere to escape.

Then, another sorcerer monk who had been cultivating in Yique emerged.

He was a traitorous monk from the White Horse Temple who learned only the superficial aspects of Zhu Faqing's teachings, which allowed him to weaken true qi to some extent.

With a constant stream of large numbers of people around, this was truly a trap. Even the strongest grandmaster is still just a mortal and will eventually die here.

"Rong Longtou, you have disappointed me greatly."

Upon hearing this, Rong Fengxiang smiled and drew a gleaming white sword: "Master Zhou, there's nothing I can do. You've offended too many people, so I have no choice but to follow the trend and kill you."

Zhou Yi was amused by him.

"It seems that it's just you guys left."

Bi Shouxuan shouted, "He's eloquent and tries to deceive us. Don't fall for it, just kill him!"

Gai Suwen was completely unaffected; he coldly exposed Zhou Yi's imposing manner:
"Humans are all mortal beings. Even a master swordsman would perish in an attack of this magnitude."

"You've survived until now only because of your lightness skill and that strange method of deflecting force. In terms of skill, how many times greater are the people present than you?"

"However, you will die with honor today."

After Gaisu finished speaking, he pushed his true energy to its limit.

The tips of his five knives all gleamed with a sharp light.

Zhou Yi smiled calmly: "Okay, let's give it a try."

He held a sword in his right hand and made a hand seal with his left hand.

Suddenly, a powerful spiritual aura emanated from him and spread outwards in waves. In just an instant, his physical spirit formed a skeleton outside his body.

If it were only mental energy, these bones would be invisible.

However, when Zhou Yi's spirit and energy merged, and the fiery aura was integrated, a terrifying effect was produced.

A fiery-colored skeleton coalesced around him, emanating spiritual power that caused the air to distort in a strange, ever-changing pattern.

At this moment, the true essence within Zhou Yi's body was released as if it were burning.

If it weren't for his ability to switch between Yin and Yang, he probably would have been drained dry in no time.

Not only were the martial arts spectators dumbfounded, but even Erfeng and Changsun Wugou were somewhat stunned.

What...what is that?!

They didn't know what the effects of Zhou Yi's extraordinary technique were.

But just seeing it gives you a feeling of dread.

This is because it is the materialization of a Grandmaster's spiritual power, using true qi as a vessel to achieve a different kind of spiritual separation from the body.

Therefore, those who do not cultivate the spirit within their acupoints properly will experience immense mental pressure.

For a moment, even Gaisuwen hesitated and dared not make a move.

While they hesitated, Zhou Yi didn't waste any time.

He flashed forward and slashed at Rong Fengxiang, the main figure here!

Rong Fengxiang's smile vanished. He channeled his true energy into his longsword, transforming it into a white light that slashed towards Zhou Yi!

Only in the instant of their exchange did Rong Fengxiang truly grasp the profound mystery of this sword strike.

The fiery color on Zhou Yi's longsword was merely a facade; the most terrifying aspect was his spiritual power!
As the sword energy descended, not only he but also Rong Jiaojiao, who was standing next to him, was affected.

"Waaaaah~~!"

A cry rang in Rong Jiaojiao's ears; it was the primordial spirit within her body's acupoints weeping.

Martial artists generate qi through orifices, use these orifices to cultivate their spirit, and ultimately achieve harmony between qi and spirit.

When the spirit cried, not only did it lose its mind, but its true energy also became unstable, and its techniques lost much of their power!

Rong Fengxiang and Rong Jiaojiao suddenly realized what was going on.

not good!

This is a comparison of the subtle and refined aspects of the primordial spirit!
Zhou Yi's strike was almost like the unleashing of his primordial spirit, approaching the level of a primordial spirit. If he were to open his acupoints to meet the attack, he would be using his own weakness against the enemy's strength.

Once Rong Fengxiang understood all this, it was too late for him to hide and escape.

The light on his sword dimmed, his inner energy stopped, and it shattered with a "crack"!
The extremely cautious sorcerer stared wide-eyed, filled with deep regret.

"Ah~~!!!"

He was filled with remorse and roared in anger, but could only watch helplessly as Zhou Yi shattered his longsword, and his heart meridian was also pierced by the fiery sword energy.

In that instant, the sword energy burned his flesh.

The wound was charred and curled up, welded together, blocking the blood in his chest cavity. Not a drop of blood flowed, making his face look rosy.

However, the heart inside was already torn to pieces.

Rong Jiaojiao, who was standing to the side, also dropped her longsword and was pierced through by the aftershocks of the sword energy.

One of the two beauties of Luoyang, she tragically passed away.

With a look of resentment and fear, she froze her life at the moment when her beauty was at its peak. Isn't that a unique kind of romance?
"The most indifferent man in the Sui Dynasty," thought the little enchantress with dazed eyes not far away.
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(End of this chapter)