Sword from the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 215 Ultimate Yin and Ultimate Yang
In Xiji Garden, the demonic dragon roared, and the underground river echoed with the sound of crashing waves.

Thick, leaden clouds pressed down low, as if the sky could not bear the weight and was about to crash down at any moment; muffled thunder and the roar of a demonic dragon fell together.

Even those martial artists who witnessed the shattering of the void in the Jingnian Temple would find it difficult to describe their feelings in this situation.

The wind seemed to accompany the two enormous demonic dragons' breaths, sometimes stopping, sometimes freezing.

"Hoo~!"

Suddenly, a tremendous gust of wind surged up from underground.

Along with it came a sense of ancient desolation emanating from the Temple of War.

Everyone was thus captivated.

Zhou Yi's expression changed slightly. He had already established a connection with the Temple of War and could perceive secrets that others could not.

As he left that strange underground space, the Temple of War seemed unwilling for him to escape.

This kind of perception is similar to that of the masters of the Demonic Sect who can sense relics.

However, it is a relief sculpture derived from the War God's Record.

The Great Evolution is fifty years old; once he leaves, it is no longer complete.

The moment the vast aura appeared, the roar of the underground dragon subsided, but the dragon that emerged from the ground seemed to be stimulated and unleashed a powerful shockwave.

Those who lived near the North Well were directly swept away by the shockwave!
But the seven people at the very front remained completely still.

And, as everyone retreated in shock, they suddenly saw a short, stout figure dressed in a monk's robe stepping into the forefront of the demonic dragon's aura; it was none other than the master of the coffin palace.

The vast, desolate atmosphere underground caught Zhou Laotan's attention, and he could no longer watch the show.

Ning Daoqi, Bi Xuan, and the others glanced at Lao Tan.

At that moment, a dragon's roar that could tear apart the universe suddenly exploded out!

Its sound was neither metal nor iron, but seemed to be caused by the impact of some strange metal, carrying a powerful and fierce force, layer upon layer, crashing hard onto everyone's primordial spirit.

An even stronger shockwave followed, and several gnarled old pines rooted in the cracks of the rocks in the courtyard, as tough as iron, shattered inch by inch under the impact of the sound wave, turning into scattered wood chips.

The two demonic dragons were actually targeting Zhou Yi.

However, the eight experts were positioned close together and were subjected to indiscriminate attacks.

In an instant, these top figures of the era each unleashed their unique skills.

That scene, enough to terrify an ordinary person, made Tian Dao laugh out loud!
Inspired, Song Que stood with his hand on his sword, his figure as imposing as a solitary peak, his crisp blue robe fluttering in the wind. As he prepared his formidable sword strike, he fixed his sharp gaze on the demonic dragon:

"Master, where do they come from?"

Everyone strained their ears, and a clear, soft voice pierced through the dragon's aura, reaching each person's ears clearly.

“From the strange space where the Temple of War is located.”

War Temple!
As expected, Ning Sanren, like everyone else, showed a look of amazement and longing on his face.

Among the Four Great Classical Novels, the Record of the God of War has always been a legend, rarely seen, and the most mysterious and unpredictable.

However, it has the closest connection with the shattered void.

Old Zhou sighed and casually asked, "You entered the Temple of the God of War?"

"Yes."

"So you've already seen the War God's Manual?"

"Well, the War God's Manual is really nothing special, otherwise I wouldn't have come out so quickly."

Is this human language? Old Zhou sighed inwardly.

Shi Zhixuan immediately replied, "Is there any secret to shattering the void there?"

"Of course."

The conversation between the group was incredibly fast, and Bi Xuan, Fu Cailin, and the others all looked toward the bottomless underground world behind the demonic dragon.

In an instant, without any communication.

The seven masters, excluding Zhou Yi, reached a consensus.

At the same time, the two demonic dragons outside, one with yin energy and the other with yang energy, intertwined, causing the surrounding light to dim.

The two destructive auras, one extremely cold and the other extremely hot, pressed down on everyone like a raging torrent, as if they wanted to wipe them out along with the Xiji Garden.

Yin Hou let out a cold snort with a demonic magnetic tone, her long sleeves billowing in the wind, and an invisible yet overwhelming demonic force field surged from her body!

She pushed the Heavenly Demon Technique of Reincarnation to its limit.

The force field distorted space, like a black hole vortex that devoured everything.

The chilling current spewed from the Yin Dragon, powerful enough to freeze a primordial spirit, was forcibly drawn and twisted by the Heavenly Demon Domain. The deadly chill collided violently at the edge of the invisible force field, exploding into chaotic and dazzling energy spots, emitting a chilling hiss.

Empress Yin trembled all over, forcibly suppressing the huge fluctuations in her internal energy.

The Demonic Dragon's Strike almost surpassed the limits of the Heavenly Demon Technique!

The next moment, Yanglong opened its mouth and spewed out a crimson heat wave with the power of incineration.

Wu Zun stepped forward, unleashing the Fiery Sun Technique, forged from nearly a century of internal energy, with a fierce punch that plunged into the scorching waves of the demonic dragon.

The Yin Empress's Great Demonic Technique can change at will, and is full of ingenious techniques.

Bi Xuan's attack was a direct confrontation!

Instantly, his entire arm turned as red as a branding iron, as an even stronger scorching force surged back into his meridians. If he had not cultivated the power of the blazing sun for many years, this single blow would have completely destroyed his Three Yang Three Jiao Meridians.

The dragon's supreme yang power both filled him with immense fear and made him uncontrollably excited.

But no matter what his mood was at that moment, he couldn't withstand the scorching waves of the demonic dragon for long.

Old Zhou sighed, his murderous aura surging. He joined the battle with two powerful and imposing Crimson Evil Palms. Even with the combined strength of the three, they could only barely hold on, and it was unknown whether this was the limit of the Demon Dragon's power.

The onlookers backed away, but couldn't help looking back.

In the tense moment, Zhou Yi moved with lightning speed, pressing the wondrous true energy flowing from his palm to the center of the battle's aura.

A powerful wave caused the underground river to surge and crash down the courtyard wall. Multiple buildings were destroyed by the force of the water, and the enormous commotion was deafening!

At that very moment, the ghostly figure stepped against the still-lingering turbulent energy currents, moving upwards against the tide.

Shi Zhixuan's eyes were as deep as ancient wells, and his figure flickered as he rushed straight at the most violent crimson yang dragon that was blocking the way to the Temple of the God of War.

Yang Long had extremely sharp eyesight and sensed his provocation. A giant claw covered in lava-like scales slashed down with a tearing shriek!

As the giant claws approached, the space around them seemed to collapse under the terrifying heat.

Shi Zhixuan's figure suddenly blurred, cleverly transforming into a nimble and ghostly phantom, finding a gap in the small space covered by the dragon's claw.

The giant claws of the Yang Dragon suddenly closed, piercing through several afterimages.

The illusory figure where Shi Zhixuan's true form was located slid away at an inconceivable angle just before the giant claws closed.

The Seven Illusions of Immortality, their illusions and destructions are determined by the mind. He was like a reflection in water, scattered by a stone thrown in, only to instantly reassemble on the other side!
Long, slender fingers traced mysterious and unpredictable paths, brushing across the edge of a dragon's claw, leaving a deep, indented finger mark as the seal was cast.

The blow landed on Yanglong's neck.

"Ow~!"

The dragon cried out in pain.

"Such thick skin!" Shi Zhixuan's eyes flashed with surprise as he sensed a layer of energy beneath the dragon scales, similar to protective true qi.

In a split second, taking advantage of the dragon's pain, he unleashed a series of attacks with the Seven Immortal Illusions.

The illusory shadows moved, revealing the ethereal and sinister nature of this evil king.

Just as the Yin Dragon was about to raise its claws to attack Shi Zhixuan, it keenly sensed a strong gust of wind coming from above.

As it raised its claws, the force of the wind brought forth a clear and long cry, like the call of a crane.

Ning Daoqi wore a wide robe with flowing sleeves, his figure appearing incredibly relaxed and natural.

He went straight for the Yin Dragon's giant claw, which carried the power of ten thousand acres of ice.

Before the giant claws arrived, the chilling air had already sealed off the void.

Ning Daoqi drew mysterious arcs with both hands in front of him, seemingly slow but actually fast. As his sleeves billowed, a sense of gentle, harmonious, and carefree ease arose.

His palms moved like a gentle breeze, using the profound and mysterious essence of the Eight Strikes of the Freehand Technique, which transcends size and scope, to penetrate the void and seal off the space.

"Pong!"

A deep, muffled bang that sent chills down one's spine exploded out.

Ning Daoqi struck the giant claw with one palm and the dragon's head with the other. He let out another painful howl and his body was sent flying backward like a willow catkin in a storm, his loose robes flapping loudly as the dragon continued to unleash its immense power.

Ning Daoqi's hands traced a perfectly smooth path, leaving behind visible, gentle vortexes in the air.

The Yin Dragon's powerful force was dissipated layer by layer by the Eight-Pounce Strikes.

The freezing power, like a raging wave crashing against an invisible reef, was cleverly dispersed and channeled into the underground river that overflows in Saiki Garden.

In an instant, the river water was frozen by the Yin Dragon, and then a series of cracking sounds rang out. Centered on Ning Daoqi's feet, huge spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly, and ice shards flew like snow!

As the water burst open, Ning Daoqi was forced back, stepping on a collapsed beam.

Where he had just left, the water froze over again.

Although the freezing power of the Yin Dragon was broken through by the Eight Strikes of the Scattered Hands, it still persisted.

This is the wonder of mobilizing the power of heaven and earth.

The destructive power of the demonic dragon has reached the level of the Celestial Unlimited among martial arts masters.

However, this guy is not agile enough.

For a martial artist, it's like having a huge opening; no matter how strong the destructive power, it's useless.

But the problem is...
Ning Sanren looked at the demonic dragon, who had only cried out in pain after being struck by his palm, and then turned its head and returned to normal, and felt very troubled.

Even if the dragon's surface is not injured, it should be severely injured inside if I strike it with my palm force.

But this guy seemed completely unaffected.

At that moment, a sword's cry suddenly rang out.

Fu Cailin's beard and hair flew wildly in the turbulent energy flow, his face was ancient and calm, but his eyes were as deep as the starry sea.

The "Swordplay Technique" has been pushed to its limit. The mental will is like an invisible thread, capturing every subtle muscle tremor of the demonic dragon's massive body, the trajectory of every energy flow, and the rhythm of every breath.

After Ning Sanren made his move, the Yin Dragon's neck, covered in dark blue scales, was about to turn.
The gaps between its massive fangs and the fleeting blind spots in its dragon eyes—countless pieces of information were instantly deduced in Fu Cailin's vast mind, like pieces falling on a chessboard.

'Three inches to the left, on the side of the reverse scale below the dragon's chin!'

Without the slightest hesitation, Fu Cailin flew straight down on his sword beneath the massive head of the Yin Dragon!

The dragon sensed something, opened its massive maw in fury, and unleashed a dark blue wave of energy that whipped up ice shards!

But the figure of the Sword Master had already appeared ghost-like in the place he had in mind, which was an extremely brief and narrow blind spot for vision and attack, formed next to the reverse scale on the lower jaw when the dragon's head turned and its mouth opened wide.

Playing chess with humans, playing chess with demonic dragons.

Use people to fight with swords, and use swords to fight enemies.

Fu Cailin's sword strike was like a chess piece being placed, aiming at the very weakness that was the opponent's Achilles' heel.

The dragon's flesh caved in as the sword tip pointed downwards, about to pierce through.

Fu Cailin suddenly stopped his sword strike, and with a swift movement to the side, a huge crimson dragon tail came crashing down. Shi Zhixuan retreated, and Fu Cailin made a subtle judgment: he had no confidence in fighting two demonic dragons, and even just engaging them would be extremely dangerous.

He sheathed his sword and retreated, the wind whistling past his ears like knives.

A solitary, unparalleled sword intent soared into the sky!

Light and darkness, what is the purpose of time? Yin and Yang, the three elements, what is their origin and transformation?
Lingnan Heavenly Blade, Heavenly Questions Ninth!
Song Que's hand, which was resting on the hilt of the sword, finally moved, and an indescribable, dazzling sword light suddenly erupted!
That was no ordinary sword energy; rather, it was a condensation of an infinitely extending will, allowing the energy and spirit to merge perfectly and forge an ultimate sharpness!
Moreover, as the spirit continues to extend, the blade's edge has no end.

The light flashed and disappeared in an instant, faster than the visual senses could capture.

The scorching waves ahead seemed to be cleaved in two by an invisible force, and a thin but straight blade of wind swiftly extended to Yanglong's massive body covered with lava-like scales.

It also maintained its dominance over Fu Cailin.

"Tsk-!"

A sickening metallic tearing sound pierced the sky.

Yanglong let out a deafening roar for the first time, a roar that was a mixture of excruciating pain and rage.

A shocking crack suddenly appeared on its crimson scales, which were harder than divine iron and could withstand the high temperatures of molten lava.

The edges of the rift were as smooth as a mirror, and the depth revealed the bone. Scalding dragon blood flowed from the wound, like a shower of crimson fire, scorching holes in the frozen water below, hissing and steaming.

The ultimate strike from the Heavenly Blade was able to cleave through the scales that Yanglong was so proud of, which were imbued with a strange power!
Whether it was a Yin Dragon or a Yang Dragon, when its enormous dragon eyes looked at the Heavenly Blade, they carried a hint of human-like wariness.

"Hahaha!"

Song Que, holding his long sword, laughed heartily, captivating the attention of Cihang Zhaizhu, who was standing some distance away.

But his cool demeanor lasted only three seconds before the yang energy of heaven and earth surged into the demonic dragon's body.

Its wound is healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Hearing Song Que's loud laughter, the dragon pointed with its claw at its healed wound.

It seems to be saying, 'I'm weak, have you eaten?'

Being mocked like this, even if the opponent was a demonic dragon, made Song Que furious.

The demonic dragon ignored Song Que's anger, its dragon eyes sweeping over the Evil King, Empress Yin, and their group of experts with a human-like mockery. If it could speak, it would surely ask at this moment, "Is that all?"

But all the grandmasters sensed the dragon's meaning.

"boom--!"

Apart from Zhou Yi, the other seven unleashed their immense power and attacked together once again!
The two demonic dragons unleashed their power simultaneously, causing all the surrounding houses to collapse, and the mansion of the richest man in Sha was about to become ruins.

The flying wood chips and water droplets, along with the powerful gusts of wind that spread out in waves, all swept in all directions with overwhelming force.

Let alone the top masters in the martial arts world.

Even Liao Kong, Fan Qinghui, and others retreated to a distance.

The scene of the seven martial arts masters battling the demonic dragon was so captivating that no one dared to blink, including those who were caught in the crossfire and injured.

If they wanted to enter the Temple of War, they naturally had to overcome these two obstacles.

Among them, there was only one person who was the most special.

That was the white figure that was always at the center of the powerful aura.

Zhou Yi's mindset was different from others. He had walked out of the Temple of War, and the martial arts path of this world no longer held any secrets for him.

The martial arts spectators were hoping that the seven masters could slay the demon dragon.

In this way, we might be able to see the legendary place that martial artists dream of.

However, the two ferocious guardian dragons stood like an insurmountable barrier, showing no sign of being defeated.

The more they fight, the more adept they become.

As they gradually became familiar with the martial arts of Bi Xuan, Fu Cailin, and others, the seven top masters gradually came under their control.

Everyone could sense the immense danger involved.

One moment of carelessness, and you'll get hurt.

In comparison, the dragon's recovery speed far surpasses theirs.

Furthermore, with the inexhaustible power of nature at their disposal, it would take an unknown amount of time to wear them down.

Zhou Yi silently observed the dragon's weaknesses. The disadvantages of the Evil King and the others were growing, and slaying the dragon was out of the question. They had already set their sights on the depths of the earth, and were feeling the urge to rush towards the Temple of War God at all costs.

These thoughts became increasingly difficult to suppress.

"Ang~!"

Suddenly, a dragon's roar echoed from underground.

This shriek calmed Ning Sanren, Zhou Laotan, and the others down.

There's a demonic dragon below; jumping in would be suicide.

But to their utter surprise, when the dragon's roar rang out, Zhou Yi and the two demonic dragons simultaneously showed strange expressions.

"Bam—!"

The two demonic dragons combined their Yin and Yang powers, unleashing a terrifying burst of energy in a short instant!

In an instant, the space rippled like the surface of water, as if it were about to crack open at any moment.

The seven masters instinctively sensed the danger and retreated together.

After forcing them back, the two demonic dragons charged straight at Zhou Yi, who was peering into the depths of the earth.

People were then startled to realize this.

It turns out that the demonic dragon was after the Celestial Master, who had broken into the Temple of the God of War, thus enraging this terrifying and ferocious creature.

Zhou Yi raised his hand and pulled up a cloth curtain, carrying the relic on his back like a wrapped package.

He stepped back, and the spot where he had just stood was now pierced by the two dragon tails, creating a large pit.

At this moment, he reached out and lifted the ground, and the ground within a radius of several feet, along with the frozen underground river water above, formed a wall that crashed down upon him.

Ice-colored and crimson dragon claws tore it apart in mid-air.

The two demonic dragons straightened their ten-zhang-tall bodies and adopted an attack method they had never used before. They raised their heads to inhale and exhale, gathering their energy, their whiskers fluttering. Then, at an imperceptible speed, they suddenly lowered their bodies and exhaled two breaths of dragon breath, one cold and one hot!
"Boo~!"

The space trembled, and violent winds spread outwards.

Zhou Yi produced a ball of wondrous true energy flowing continuously from each of his hands, shooting out like a demonic dragon. When it encountered the two forces of yin and yang, it transformed into a transparent barrier, actually blocking the demonic dragon's attack head-on!

This is the first time anyone has ever seen such a supreme method that can withstand the simultaneous attacks of two demonic dragons!
The seven masters fought at the front, coordinating with each other and mostly using hit-and-run tactics. When they saw him directly confronting them, they felt an electric shock run through their bodies, and their eyes were filled with disbelief.

The heads of the Yin and Yang dragons swelled up, their mouths widened, and they spewed out an even greater surge of energy.

There was a "click".

The transparent aura shield shattered, and the combined forces of ice and fire pierced through 'Zhou Yi'.

Amidst the screams of surprise from all around, it was then realized that it was just an afterimage.

But the dragon had already sensed this and breathed into the air again.

They had experienced Shi Zhixuan's Illusionary Demon Body Technique, and Zhou Yi's body technique was similar. They used this to counter, but their dragon breath was in vain and their giant claws were empty.

Zhou Yi stepped on the head of the Yin Dragon, grabbed the whiskers of the Yang Dragon, and pulled hard until the two dragon heads collided.

The dragon was furious and began to gather its energy, preparing to unleash its breath upon the dragon's face.

Zhou Yi stepped into the air, grabbed the neck of the Yin Dragon with his left hand and the neck of the Yang Dragon with his right hand, and squeezed them tightly, forcing out the energy waves from their mouths, which blasted towards the houses in the distance and shattered a huge artificial mountain along the way.

The dragon was forced to exhale, lost control, and suffered the recoil.

Zhou Yishun grabbed their heads and took a step backward in mid-air.

He made a headless lock, then threw the dragon in his arms!

"Whoosh~~!!"

The enormous dragon body was dragged downwards by Zhou Yi, creating a whooshing sound as the two evil dragons slammed heavily onto the ground, their heads sinking half a zhang into the earth.

The dragon's power was too great; even Zhou Yi couldn't suppress it.

He drew his hands out, gathered his true energy, and delivered a heavy punch to each of their bellies.

"Bang~!"

A row of scales unfolded and rippled like a fan, blood seeped out, and two screams echoed from the ground.

Their dragon tails swept across, forcing Zhou Yi away.

It braced itself on its front paws, pulled its head out of the ground, and let out an even louder cry of pain.

This really hurt them.

The enormous dragon eyes looked at Zhou Yi, filled with both fear and anger.

Many people's eyelids twitched, and they were completely dumbfounded.

The Celestial Master brutally beats up the Demon Dragon?!
Just as everyone was in shock, the earth suddenly shook, and the entire Xiji Garden was turned upside down from the middle, releasing a vast and boundless aura.

"Look, what is that!"

From underground, rays of yellow light, similar to those emanating from the relics, emanated.

A magnificent building gradually comes into view.

"Click!"

A crack appeared in the earth, stretching from the tranquil Xiji Garden all the way to the magnificent wall on the west side of Chang'an.

The towering wall, which inspires awe, suddenly splits open where the crack extends, creating a gap the size of a city gate.

The Wei River outside the city trembled, and countless fish leaped into the air.

"The Temple of War! Is that the Temple of War?!"

As everyone went into a frenzy, Zhou Yi heard the sound of huge waves crashing underground.

The fact that the Temple of War charged up was irrelevant.

But the ordinary people in Chang'an City are likely to suffer. When Zhou Laotan frantically jumped into the corner of the War God Hall, Zhou Yi, who was in the midst of the demonic dragon's aura, sensed it and led the two demonic dragons to rush westwards.

At the same time, a realization dawned on him, and he stopped thinking about the connection between his mind and the Temple of War.

Sure enough, the sound of churning waves underground stopped.

This Temple of War is targeting him.

Fortunately, it's not too late to understand how to get along with the Temple of War.

The Temple of War Gods is all about serendipitous encounters; otherwise, one cannot enter. Zhou Yi's senses disrupted the mechanism, so the two strongest guardian dragons naturally chased after him, the one who had fled.

Zhou Yi glanced behind him; they were still moving very fast on land, riding the currents of the water.

We need to get rid of these two guys first.

Zhou Yi headed towards the nearest western part of the city, heading straight for a sparsely populated area along a tributary of the Wei River.

In the west of Chang'an, many people heard a huge commotion.

When they went outside to check, they all rubbed their eyes vigorously, not only doubting that they were seeing things, but even thinking that they were dreaming.

Dragon~ Dragon!
Is it possible to have both ends?
If only one person saw it, it would be one thing, but in the streets and alleys, a large number of people saw it. Therefore, not long after, the rumor of "the Zhou Emperor of the Great Tang riding a dragon" spread among the people of Chang'an.

Outside Xiji Garden.

Li Shimin stood atop a tall pavilion, his hand raised above his eyebrows, gazing westward.

In a short while, the dragon and its people disappeared from sight.

Despite his strong mental fortitude and having witnessed many similar incidents, he still stared blankly for a long time before snapping out of his daze.

"Those two dragons are not easy to deal with."

Empress Zhangsun's voice rang in Li Shimin's ears.

“Even if we can’t kill them, Brother Zhou won’t be in danger. I’m curious why they’re chasing us so relentlessly.”

Empress Zhangsun shook her head.

She did not respond, and the two turned their heads toward the Saikien Garden that had been lifted from the ground.

The martial arts practitioners in Chang'an did not chase after the demonic dragon; their attention was entirely drawn to the Temple of the God of War.

At this moment, countless people, including the seven top experts, had already jumped down.

It's extremely dangerous inside; you can hear not only dragon roars but also the cries of monsters.

The screams didn't scare away the people behind them; instead, they made them even more frenzied. With someone in front of them to take their place, they seemed to be safe.

The magnificent Temple of War stands in a strange space, and the greatest martial arts secret since ancient times is right before your eyes.

"go?"

"Walk."

Li Shimin spoke without the slightest hesitation.

Soon, the couple jumped down along with the people from Jingnian Temple and Cihang Jingzhai.

At the moment everyone jumped down.

The dragons roared even louder as they went berserk below, and more and more corpses floated in the lake.

Even those who remain rational are reluctant to leave Saikien.

They prayed that the Temple of War would emerge from the ground so that they would not have to take the risk.

But after the Temple of War was partially revealed, there was no further activity.

While the martial arts world was going crazy over the appearance of the Temple of War God, some people went against the grain and chased after the two demonic dragons.

The long street with Jinguangmen on the west side of Chang'an.

Two lithe figures flashed past one after another towards the outside of the city.

The saintess's light blue robes fluttered in the wind, exuding an indescribable elegance. Her steps were graceful and ethereal, like a startled swan. At this moment, her otherworldly face held a hint of undisguised sorrow amidst her innocence.

A fluttering white veil brushed against her from the side.

A graceful and alluring white figure moved closer, her bright eyes fixed on the profile of the Holy Maiden Cihang.
"Shi Feixuan, aren't you going to look at the War God's Manual?"

"My mind is preoccupied with other things, so even if the precious book were right in front of me, I would hardly gain anything from it."

The ethereal voice continued to reach Wanwan's ears: "Since you are single-minded, why not seek the opportunity with His Highness the God of War?"

Wanwan snorted:
“Master Fan must be utterly disappointed right now. You have let Jingzhai down after so many years of nurturing. How will you face her in the future?”

"Why not go to the Temple of the God of War to find a way to transcend worldly concerns and retreat into seclusion to master the Sword Manual?"

Shi Feixuan was unaffected by her: "I may not be wrong, and Master may not be disappointed."

"A mistake is a mistake; there's no need to deceive yourself."

“Your words are always biased; I believe Brother Yi more.”

Upon hearing this, the little demoness immediately became displeased.

There was no way to refute it.

A loud noise came from afar.

Speed ​​up and head straight for the tributary of the Wei River.

The dragon's figure was already exposed, and before they could get close, they saw the frozen river crack open again.

Zhou Yi weaved between the two pairs of dragon claws.

One person and two dragons maneuvered in the water, using various techniques.

At first, the two dragons only used their claws and teeth, but soon they used their claws to sweep their tails, which was exactly the same as the methods used by the group of martial arts grandmasters.

Zhou Yi was faster than the dragon, but he was also constantly getting injured.

However, he can also heal quickly.

The two dragons are injured more frequently. Although they can recover completely, they will always lose some of their stats after being seriously injured.

Amidst the fierce three-way battle, Zhou Yi's advantage gradually became apparent.

The violent forces collided, creating numerous deep craters in the river.

Zhou Yi grabbed Yanglong's horn and kicked it seven inches to the left of the dragon's reverse scale under its chin.

"Ouch~~!"

A tremendous scream rang out.

"Found it," Zhou Yi raised an eyebrow. "This guy's weakness is here."

Although Fu Cailin's previous calculations of weaknesses contained some errors, they were not far off.

"Boom~!"

He was distracted for a moment and was struck by the tail of the Yin Dragon, his whole body crashing into the water like a cannonball, creating a huge splash.

"Ahem~!"

Despite having his inner energy protecting him, Zhou Yi still coughed several times, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing that he had suffered another loss, the dragon revealed a human-like smile.

"You two stinky snakes, I'll stew you later."

He was met with two more dragon breaths.

Zhou Yi slipped into the water, his figure shimmering and reflecting underwater. He used his true energy to draw upon the power of nature, causing the river to churn. The two demonic dragons split their eyes in two directions, gurgling and scanning the bottom of the water.

"Chi~!"

A huge jet of water shot up.

The giant claw of the Yin Dragon rose, and the water arrow froze into ice.

Its gaze continued to look into the water, but the frozen water arrow suddenly shattered, and Zhou Yi emerged from it, carrying a glint of sword light, and stabbed straight into the weak spot on the left side of the Yin Dragon's reverse scale.

He had been using his fists and feet, but the sudden increase in lethality from drawing his sword caught the dragon off guard.

That thick armor was pierced by the longsword!
With a "plop," as if a major artery had been pierced, a large amount of cold blood sprayed down.

Unlike the foul-smelling blood and odor of the fish monster at the bottom of the lake.

The dragon's blood had no unpleasant odor; instead, it had an invigorating fragrance.

This was arguably the worst injury Yinlong had ever suffered.

It raised its head and howled, while swinging its dragon claws to pull him down.

But Zhou Yi continued to stab it into its body with the sword, as if trying to kill it, and more blood gushed out.

Yang Long was terrified and rushed to help.

A smile appeared on Zhou Yi's lips. Suddenly, he drew his sword and flashed through the gap in the dragon's claws, thrusting back at the charging Yang Dragon.

The sword struck the lower right seven inches of Ni Lin.

With a click, I succeeded!
Large shards of the dragon shattered, and scalding blood gushed out, accompanied by a roar even louder than that of the Yin Dragon.

The river water within a radius of twenty feet exploded.

The strong winds reached the vast, tranquil bamboo forest on the shore, and the cracking sounds of the bamboo were like firecrackers.

Ignoring the blood on his body, Zhou Yi activated his true energy defense, withstood the dragon claw attack, and thrust the sword even deeper.

That dark dragon quickly offered its assistance.

The two demonic dragons joined forces and finally forced Zhou Yi to draw Zhanlu.

"Bang bang bang~"

They stumbled backward through the water, the gentle breeze of their previous chase gone, their eyes filled with deep fear as they looked at Zhou Yi.

They've really been beaten into submission.

A strange look flashed across Zhou Yi's face; the injuries these two creatures had sustained were not as severe as he had imagined.

He drew his sword and approached the dragon.

“I’ll make you into sashimi later,” he said, then turned his sword and pointed it at the crimson dragon. “As for you, you look like you’re already half-cooked, so I’ll steam you.”

Whether the two demonic dragons understood or not, they exchanged a horrified glance:

"hold head high--!"

They raised their heads and roared, and suddenly their dragon tails intertwined, simultaneously spewing out two forces of extreme yin and yang.

Judging from the way it exhaled the breath, its power seemed extraordinary.

However, when it was launched into the air, there was no strong wind or air current.

But then darkness fell, and a massive spatial rift appeared before them, swallowing up all the turbulent waves and shockwaves!
Upon seeing Zhou Yi approach, the two demonic dragons immediately fled into the void.

A powerful force surged from the void and passed through the dragon.

They did not die like the monks in Jingnian Temple, but instead vanished into the void.

Zhou Yi rushed forward, suddenly feeling as if time had stood still, yet each moment seemed infinitely long.

He slowly walked towards the shattered void.

It felt as if a gentle spring breeze was blowing over him, filling his entire body with a vibrant sense of life.

This vitality comes from the depths of the void.

In other words, he passed the test.

Above the realm of the unity of heaven and man is the boundless unity of heaven and man, which is the ultimate yin and ultimate yang.

In terms of individual fighting ability, these two dragons actually have quite a few weaknesses.

Even those weaker than them have a chance to fight them.

However, the dragon's direct destructive power is astonishing.

Moreover, when they work together, they can use secret techniques to fuse the ultimate Yin and Yang, achieving a state of primordial chaos. This is another method to break through the void, besides the Great Three Harmonies that unify the Three Treasures.

At this moment, Zhou Yi's realm of understanding has already surpassed the boundless realm of heaven and man.

As long as you follow these two demonic dragons into this spatial rift, you can break through the void and go to another world.

However, he is not Sun En, and there is no need for him to rely on others.

Moreover, there are still many things to do, how could I possibly leave?

Zhou Yi, clear-headed and filled with curiosity, walked toward the crack, simply wanting to get closer and take a look inside.

but
To outsiders, his actions were too easy to misunderstand.

"Brother Yi, don't go!"

Two trembling voices rang out simultaneously, their previous sharp exchanges gone.

That mysterious and infinitely deep spatial rift seemed to separate them, so that if they wanted to meet again in the future, they could only look up at the starry sky with endless sorrow.

Therefore.
Before he finished speaking, they rushed forward.

When Zhou Yi turned around, she saw the two people and felt a pang of pity for them; her bright and beautiful face was tinged with a faint sadness.

He was holding a dragon in each of his left and right hands.

At that moment, he seemed to take a deep breath, still shaken, and naturally stepped forward.

He reached out and embraced the saintess with his left arm and the demoness with his right.

"Luckily you arrived in time. I was attracted by the strange force in the space and almost crossed the boundary. Thinking about it now, I feel a chill of fear. If we were to be separated forever, I don't know how sad I would be," he said, his brows furrowed with a clear and sincere sorrow.

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(End of this chapter)