Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 291 The Blade of Remembrance, the Divine Wind Sword

Chu Tianshu raised his face, and a crimson light illuminated his entire body.

Before the eight hands even landed, the intense life force that had just been absorbed into his body, merely by being illuminated by the blood-red light, showed signs of retreating and dissipating from his body.

He could never fully integrate the primordial energy extracted from the Nan Hua True Scripture into himself; he could only use it as a temporary consumable.

Whether it's frantically absorbing the jade man's vital energy or extracting life force from Lin Chucheng's blood.

It's like adding fuel to his tank.

The blood-red light from those eight palms, which reversed the flow of life force, seemed to be a perfect counter to him given the current limited fuel supply.

"Disperse!"

Chu Tianshu uttered the word calmly.

The four figures, like fireworks exploding, shot out in different directions.

Apart from himself, the other three launched their attacks as his figure shot out.

Purple fist and palm prints, and crimson fiery sword energy, all crashed into the eight-handed blood-red halo.

The light wheel hummed and spun, instantly dissipating the purple blood fist imprint and the fiery blade energy.

With a flick of its light, it was about to pursue Chu Tianshu.

But from another direction, Tangnu's attack also arrived.

After Chu Tianshu absorbed all their vital energy, all the jade figures collapsed to the ground and turned into heavy, gray-white stone statues.

Tangnu crouched low, clutching one in each hand, and tried to roar, but instead let out a sharp, clear eagle cry.

The two gray stone statues were thrown out with a bang and crashed into the Eight-Armed Light Wheel.

The eight hands, sometimes separating and sometimes coming together, had already bypassed the stone statue and were pursuing it again.

At this moment, Chu Tianshu was already more than forty meters away, his figure flying swiftly close to the ground, silent and graceful, without a speck of dust.

In reality, his entire body was enveloped in subtle, colorless sword energy, allowing him to make ghostly turns as if he had no momentum.

In an instant, they bypassed a stone pillar.

Joe was hiding behind this stone pillar.

The moment they met, Qiao was so shocked that every single one of his eyebrows stood up straight, making them appear more than twice as thick.

When facing a powerful warlock's flying artifact, bypassing the artifact and directly attacking its target is the most efficient approach.

Joe never expected that the other side could find them so accurately and arrive so strangely.

Chu Tianshu's sword has been drawn.

At Joe's feet, however, was a briefcase that, like a monster protecting its master, suddenly lunged and bit him.

The sword energy released by Chu Tianshu was actually swallowed up by the briefcase that was blocking the two of them.

Moreover, the trajectory of his sword strikes was slanted, and the sword energy resembled a slanted gray crescent moon.

But as soon as it came into contact with the briefcase, the sharp ends of the blade energy that extended beyond the briefcase were suddenly swallowed up.

The corner of the suitcase nearly caught the blade.

This briefcase looks ordinary, but its speed in close-up movements and its biting motion are even greater than those eight hands.

Although its attack power is much weaker than that of eight hands, it can still withstand attacks from any angle, making it a top-grade defensive artifact.

But the suitcase had just swallowed a knife and was about to open its mouth again when Chu Tianshu's blade slashed down vertically.

A flash of silver light appeared, and the blade scraped down the edge of the box monster's bloody maw.

In the blink of an eye, the blade slashed upwards again, the edge of the blade grazing the edge of the wound once more!
Repeated three times, for a total of six cuts.

When a person realizes that a thought of recollection has just flashed through their mind, the brief moment spent recollecting it has already quietly passed and can never be retrieved.

Chu Tianshu's knife is like an instinctive recollection in a person's heart.

When Qiao realized that Chu Tianshu had already made a vertical slash, what she saw was a second upward slash.

By the time he realized this was the second strike, Chu Tianshu had already used all six strikes.

This is the Remembrance Blade from the "Heavenly Heart Sorrowful Demon Slash".

In the vastness of life, before one can recall the specific painful events, the pursuit itself becomes unattainable, and the process of thinking about it always lags behind the reality, leading to the feeling of bitterness.

For Chu Tianshu, unleashing the Remembrance Blade in battle was also a tremendous challenge.

His intense concentration at that moment, his pupils shrinking to the size of pinholes, conveyed a sense of pressure and tension.

The moment those six strikes were successfully executed, they transformed into a heartfelt sense of exhilaration.

The box monster also happily split in two.

A dark aura flashed along the crack in the box monster and touched Joe.

Chu Tianshu flicked his wrist, and the white light of his weapon spirit burst forth.

Xu Ziqian's figure suddenly appeared from Qiao's side, a bronze light emanating from his hand, blocking the way in front of the soldier's spirit.

With a single swipe, the white light of the soldier's spirit was actually reflected back.

Chant!

After Huang Guang's thrust and interception, what came out was not the sound of weapons clashing, but a sound like a harmonica being played.

The harmonica is called a piano in your pocket, but its structure is very simple.

Generally speaking, the entire body of the instrument consists of two cover plates, two reeds, and a middle flute.

However, Xu Ziqian's harmonica playing was clearly not like that.

His cover plate and spring are both made up of more complex sheet metal parts.

Each part is shaped like a distorted musical note or a spell.

Only the central frame remained a complete unit. When Xu Ziqian resolved to cast the incantation, the parts of the harmonica surged forward like flowing water, instantly forming a long, narrow sword.

The qin ge remained in his palm, held tightly by his five fingers, becoming the hilt of a sword.

The blade of this sword has a slightly dull brass color.

The blade is two and a half feet long, the spine is slightly thick, and the width of the blade is only about the width of a large poisonous mosquito's wing.

"Humph!"

The soldier's spirit returned, and Chu Tianshu snorted coldly.

With that cold snort, he had already unleashed thirty-seven strikes.

Although it can't compare to the Remembrance Blade from before.

But these thirty-seven cuts also carried a sense of chaotic sorrow, a chilling wind and rain, and a sinister sharpness that seemed to arise from nowhere.

However, Xu Ziqian, with his sword in hand, blocked all thirty-seven blows without sustaining a scratch.

Although this sword is composed of parts that resemble characters, it is like a spell formed by connecting incantations, possessing mysterious and profound power.

Like ordinary, scattered musical notes, they connect to form a bizarre and astonishing symphony.

The entire sword structure has no loose or weak parts; on the contrary, it is dozens or even hundreds of times stronger than the original parts.

The sword seemed to carry a sharp, unbroken flow.

This sword doesn't need any external wind to vibrate it.

It was as if an endless wind blew through Xu Ziqian's palms and onto his sword.

A strange wind blew from the sword's tail to its tip, both outside and inside, just like this cursed sword, which was born to be with the wind.

Moreover, the internal wind speed is definitely faster and the wind force is more stable than that of the outside.

Xu Ziqian was proficient in no fewer than 113 kinds of unorthodox and heretical spells.

However, those methods either require advance preparation or are not very effective against skilled opponents, so they are basically useless in today's battle.

What he can truly rely on is his foundational Dharma, the Five-Wheel Divine Wind Dharma Body.

Using the five breathing techniques of "xi-xu," "ha-hu," and "si," visualize them as five divine winds blowing into the crown chakra, face chakra, chest chakra, navel chakra, and root chakra, respectively.

Breathing exercises and body chakra exercises each have their own orthodox Buddhist and Taoist practices, which focus on the interaction between the mind and life energy in the human body. However, they are both time-consuming and require a calm and tranquil mind.

Xu Ziqian mixed in evil arts, and the Five Wheels Divine Wind he cultivated could borrow the blood and fetal blood of others who devoutly believed in him to harmonize his own desires and greatly improve his health.

After Chu Tianshu finished using the thirty-seven strikes, he suddenly let out a mocking laugh.

"Take another stab!"

He lifted his body two meters off the ground, and in a flash, leaned forward and stabbed down with his knife.

This strike, compared to his previous swift strikes, actually appeared quite clumsy.

But as he struck down from mid-air, his robes billowed with a powerful aura.

The silver-white sword, which originally appeared quite light and agile, suddenly became extremely dark.

Xu Ziqian felt the other person's figure looming over him, as if he were seeing a precipice falling towards him.

And that sword was a poisonous thorn hidden in the precipitous cliff.

When people are overcome with grief, the shadows cast upon them are as thick as a collapsing mountain.

"Oh no! What kind of monster is this person? He saw through the weakness of my technique so quickly?!"

Xu Ziqian swayed his sword to the side, his internal energy spontaneously activated, and he flashed away.

The strength of the Five-Wheel Divine Wind is its astonishing endurance, and its extremely pure mind during battle.

Regardless of whether the influence is benevolent or malicious, once caught up in the momentum of the divine wind, after five cycles, it will no longer interfere with one's judgment in battle.

However, this method... lacks a decisive move.

Most deadly moves in the world are likely to harm both the attacker and the attacker.

Xu Ziqian was the founder of an evil cult, whose subordinates included many cruel, violent, ignorant, and self-destructive individuals. Yet, he himself was a person who valued health and wellness.

He always clearly distinguished between deceiving and misleading others in order to genuinely benefit himself.

Therefore, by nature, he cannot create or master a powerful, deadly move.

If you're on the same level and don't have a killer move, you can only dodge when facing an enemy's ultimate move.

But he also felt that at this point, hiding was no longer a problem.

The blood wheel roared in the air, and Joe's eight hands flew back.

Chu Tianshu's precipitous slash pierced the center of the Blood Wheel, and he felt an indescribable, violent, and bestial force surge back towards him.

It sounded as if he heard the roars of lions, tigers, buffaloes, and elephants all at once, but none of them were quite the same.

There was also a force trying to suppress his mind and body.

Golden palms seal the body, silver hands seal the soul.

Joe's Golden and Silver Hands were originally best known for their sealing and suppression techniques. However, with the addition of the elixir of immortality's bestiality, the sealing and suppression abilities have been weakened, while the offensive power has become more prominent.

Chu Tianshu and Guanglun clashed, and Chu Tianshu was sent flying backwards and crashed into a stone pillar.

The eight-armed halo also flew back to its master's side.

Xu Ziqian was overjoyed and shouted, "Combined attack!"

Before the words had even faded, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

Joe's face turned pale as he looked at the eight hands that flew back to his side, but his own hands were clutching his chest and abdomen.

(End of this chapter)