A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 169 Divine Weapon Assistant, Sword Hidden in the Light

The sound of a pipa in the city, almost faint, was barely audible, yet it continued to linger.

The blood from his fingers, instead of being drawn to the strings, turned into tiny red beads that splashed onto the pipa and slid off its smooth lacquer surface. Some of the blood also stained his sleeves, becoming dark red embellishments.

Blood was also flowing from his mouth, thick and bright red, slowly overflowing from his lower lip. His expression remained calm and composed, as he made his last effort to slow the spread of Shao Lingxiao's injuries.

Even so, less than 40% of the five-colored true energy remained in Shao Lingxiao's body.

The aura of this demonic cult leader became even more extraordinary and terrifying. His appearance, which was originally just average, but above average, became so that even the slightest shadow around his eyes and eyebrows exuded boundless demonic charm.

It is human, yet not human; it is the extraordinary within the mundane, like an abyss on flat ground.

Seeing that all the experts had been subdued, some of the Guanzhong martial arts practitioners watching from a hundred feet away, while still feeling a sense of righteousness and courage, wanted to make a move.

However, the bravest among them were the first to be defeated by Zhu Linlang and Qiu Ruzui, who had somehow infiltrated their ranks.

The others were in a commotion, each trying to gather their strength, but they all felt dizzy and unable to stand, collapsing to the ground like tangled sorghum stalks.

With the Heavenly Mirror in his possession, coupled with the divine pressure deliberately released by Shao Lingxiao, Qiu Ruzui had no choice but to pay attention to him.

Among that throng of people, each with years of experience in the martial arts world and considerable skill, not one of them noticed that Qiu Ruzui had poisoned them.

Nearly half of the core members of the martial arts world in Guanzhong were knocked down and could only barely regulate their breathing to suppress the strange toxin that was colorless and odorless but would cause their skin to turn red.

Among the crowd, only Zhu Linlang and Qiu Ruzui remained standing. Zhu Linlang looked at Qiu Ruzui through a dozen people and said, "Why don't we kill them all?"

"Then do it yourself. I still have some deadly poison on me, but I haven't used that kind of poison that kills on a large scale for many years."

Qiu Ruzui, clutching the Heavenly Secrets Jade Mirror, kicked over a beautiful woman glaring at her, turned her face away, sat on her lower back, yawned, and said, "I haven't had a proper rest in a while. I'll take a nap first. Wake me up when you're ready, Master."

Zhu Linlang looked around, truly preparing to take action himself. He wanted to first select some young people whose skills seemed close to the first-class level to kill.

"Um?"

Shao Lingxiao suddenly let out a soft sound of doubt, looked in a direction outside the city, and said, "You two go to Chang'an on your own first."

Zhu Linlang, who was still picking people, looked back with some doubt, thought for a moment but didn't ask any more questions, responded, and left in a huff.

Qiu Ruzui stood up listlessly, paused for a moment, and chose a direction different from Zhu Linlang's.

As soon as the two of them left, Shao Lingxiao let out a low nasal sound, seemingly somewhat surprised.

For Shao Lingxiao, sensing the presence of other grandmasters within a certain range is even easier than sensing those top-tier experts, because grandmasters are often more conspicuous.

However, the person who was rushing over could appear intermittently, as if they would disappear into thin air for a short time before being captured again, causing a slight deviation in his perception.

This is something that ordinary masters cannot do; at least Xu Miyuan could not.

In the blink of an eye, the speed at which the five-colored light flowed away was accelerated once again.

The figure wreathed in azure energy, like a fire, had already crossed the city wall, like a blue comet bouncing and landing on the rooftops several times, before finally gliding across a hundred feet and passing directly among many top-tier experts.

The strands of air connecting those people all trembled and snapped as the blue comet roared past.

Shao Lingxiao stopped the "comet" with a single palm strike.

The figure in the blue flames unleashed punches like a torrential downpour of thunder, the speed of which seemed capable of chasing and catching the tail of lightning again and again.

After receiving more than a dozen lightning-like punches, Shao Lingxiao had no choice but to use both hands. His palm strikes, like the sword energy of the flying light sword, carried a colorless, glazed energy that was constantly cracking and becoming sharper.

Lu Ningxian fell from the sky, and Shao Lingxiao gave him a final burst of five-colored true energy, which made his dantian boil and his limbs almost unable to move.

But he still held the paper torture knife in his hand, his gaze fixed on the blade. The knife moved at will, carrying his body in a whirl in mid-air, and landed hard beside Ju Buyong.

Those nearby were freed from their restraints. Some fell to the ground, unable to move, while others struggled forward a few steps to protect Ju Buyong, straining their eyes to watch the fight unfold.

As the shattered glass swirled and flew into the sky from both sides, combining to form a massive turbine, Shao Lingxiao pushed out with both palms, scattering a large amount of blue flames and revealing Guan Luoyang's clear figure.

"So it was you."

"It's me, and the sword!"

Guan Luoyang raised his arms, and the Wuwei Divine Sword appeared in his palms. As he raised and slashed, the calm sword suddenly revealed an incomparably active and turbulent shimmering texture.

When the sword struck, Shao Lingxiao could clearly sense that in addition to his true energy and spiritual power, two other forces were added to it.

The aura of two divine weapons?

No, if you include the Sword of Non-Action, then there are three in total!

The lapis lazuli divine weapon forged by Wu Pingqiang is said to have "assistance" as its sole supernatural power. Its abilities are actually divided into two types. One type is that as long as true energy is poured in, it can change into different weapon forms according to the user's habits.

For example, when Jiang Jiusi held this sword and used his swordsmanship, the blunt sword would lengthen and become thinner, and the tip would become sharper.

In Guan Luoyang's hands, this divine weapon transformed into a heavy weapon similar to a whip or mace.

As for the second ability, it was only after Guan Luoyang thoroughly refined the divine weapon with his own true energy and disintegrated it into his body that he experienced it. It was a process of harmonization and superposition.

Originally, since ancient times, any martial arts practitioner could only dismantle one divine weapon into their body at most. Trying to take multiple divine weapons into their body would only lead to the destruction of their meridians and even death by explosion.

Even the once mighty Xiang Yu, with his innate superhuman strength and martial arts skills that brought him to the point of near-shattering the void, possessing an unparalleled physical body, managed to suppress two divine weapons and absorb them all into his body. In the end, however, the spear and the sword were on the verge of breaking apart, with the sword eventually self-destructing, leaving only the Overlord Spear.

The ability of this lapis lazuli divine weapon is that after the lapis lazuli enters the body, it can also find two other divine weapons and store them in the body, and can make the three of them balance each other. It can also make the other two divine weapons work together to assist when only one of the divine weapons is used, so that the single divine power can be exerted to almost three times the normal level.

During this time, Guan Luoyang was hunting down demons and mutants everywhere, while also gradually refining and dissolving the Eight Winds Bronze Drum and the Wuwei Divine Sword.

The Wuwei Divine Sword is still a bit troublesome. The cultivation of Master Yu Tu that remains on it has penetrated deeply over the past ten years and is too pure. Even though Guan Luoyang himself has also practiced the Wuwei True Scripture, it is difficult for him to completely connect with the aura of this divine sword in a short period of time.

As for the Eight Winds Bronze Drum, he treated it in a much more brutal way. He would hold it in his hand every day and constantly pour his spiritual energy and internal force into it, and it had already been successfully disintegrated into his body.

At this moment, he held the Wuwei Divine Sword. In a single move, the divine power of the bronze drum was activated, and the azure-gold divine weapon was enhanced, all of which was channeled into the sword.

The force of that shockwave condensed to an extreme degree, causing the area around the blade to be enveloped in a dazzling luster that was indescribable—it was lightning, flame, or thick liquid.

Even if a small hill were to block Guan Luoyang's way now, he could probably cleave a fissure across the mountaintop with a single sword strike.

Upon seeing this sword strike, Shao Lingxiao dared not meet it head-on. A flash of watery light appeared in his hand, and the Flying Light Sword appeared in his palm. As he retreated rapidly, the tip of the sword flicked up and struck the middle of the Wuwei Divine Sword.

An immense force was transmitted the instant the two swords clashed, but Shao Lingxiao flicked his wrist, transforming Guan Luoyang's downward strike into a series of dragon-scale-like energy energies.

Although Guan Luoyang had never practiced swordsmanship, he used the sword as a knife in this strike. The profound and mysterious Golden Eyebrow Knife Technique had been sublimated in his hands, and it was now an almost instinctive response.

The blade of the Wuwei Divine Sword slightly deviated, thus avoiding the tip of the Feiguang Sword. With an extremely piercing screech, it grazed the Feiguang Sword as it slashed down.

This sword strike truly possessed the power to pierce through the sky, its overwhelming momentum making one hesitant to directly confront its edge.

If Shao Lingxiao continued to retreat at this moment, this sword would definitely shatter the Flying Light Sword and sever his entire hand.

But how could he make such a simple mistake? The transition from backward to forward required neither heavy footing nor any pause or deceleration, as if inertia simply did not exist in him.

One can retreat or advance as one's mind dictates.

As Shao Lingxiao rammed into him, the Flying Light Sword used its guard to block the blade of the Wuwei Divine Sword, tilting its blade and pressing down heavily on it.

The two divine swords crossed and clashed, and the tremor of divine power around the Wuwei Divine Sword continued.

The swords clashed and the internal forces collided, creating a deafening roar.

Hundreds of dragon scales were born in the instant the two swords clashed, growing from the size of a needle tip to the size of a palm in the blink of an eye.

A scaled dragon, its scales clearly defined but its overall form somewhat blurry, brushed past Shao Lingxiao's wrist and shoulder, then swam away and flew off.

The first move of "Life in the Morning, Death in the Evening," "Dragon's Cry for a Thousand Miles," was used by Jiang Jiusi only as a trump card. The intense, cold, and ruthless killing intent was so strong that it even affected his mood, making him subconsciously inclined to disregard life. That's why he dared not use it too often.

However, in Shao Lingxiao's hands, he could even use this killer move for defense.

For him, the chilling, ruthless, and uncontrollable killing intent was nothing more than a cool atmosphere that always accompanied him.

The four attendants, Qin, San, Shu, and Jian, were originally standing behind Shao Lingxiao. The scaled dragon took shape too quickly and flew too fast.

The four of them hurriedly dodged, opened their paper umbrellas, spread out their books, plucked the strings of their zithers, and made sword gestures.

The four of them each delivered a move, but were still scattered by the residual force of the scaled dragon's attack, falling in different directions.

The four servants recognized who had fought with Shao Lingxiao, and their faces showed shock and doubt, even a hint of disbelief.

They still remembered the battle with Guan Luoyang on Laojun Mountain. Although they ended up at Xiaguan, Guan Luoyang at that time did not actually pose a complete threat to their four-person formation. He only managed to escape by using various tricks to slightly disrupt their formation.

Later, when Master Tianfang returned to the battle, they didn't have a chance to meet Guan Luoyang. They only caught a glimpse of a few scenes from afar and thought that he was taking advantage of the chaos and that his strength hadn't improved much.

But it's only been a short time since we last met, so how come the aftershocks of his fight this time were so strong that the four of us couldn't even withstand them?!

How is it that he can now fight the sect leader, whose injuries have been reduced to only 30%?!

The scaled dragon flew across the open space and crashed into the eaves of a house ten feet behind Shao Lingxiao.

A deafening roar, accompanied by numerous cracking sounds, followed by the tearing of the rooftops of more than a dozen houses starting from that roof.

From near to far, bursts of broken tiles rose up in all directions.

After their swords clashed, the two separated by a small distance.

In the blink of an eye, Shao Lingxiao made subtle changes, using a sticky technique to tightly intertwine their true energy. The front half of the Flying Light Sword pressed down on the front half of the Wuwei Divine Sword, and with a slight flick of his wrist, they rubbed against each other, creating a series of sword flowers.

whoosh whoosh whoosh—

With each flourish of his sword, the pulling force felt by Guan Luoyang's Wuwei Divine Sword suddenly surged.

And it's not a continuous increase, but rather a cycle of tension and relaxation. When the sword flowers reach the point where the tips of the two swords are pointing downwards, the pressure suddenly disappears, and when the stirring goes upwards again, the pulling force abruptly returns.

This shift in tension and looseness has already grasped the essence of swordsmanship. If another sword flourish were to be completed, it would probably be enough to tear the divine sword from Guan Luoyang's hand and send it flying.

However, the shockwave that Guan Luoyang had just released has reappeared with a resounding sound in these few spins.

The Wuwei Sword deflected the Feiguang Sword, and it seemed as if a series of lightning arcs were blooming in Guan Luoyang's hand, flying and slashing wildly. Driven by his arm, which was so fast that it almost disappeared, it slashed at Shao Lingxiao one after another.

Shao Lingxiao's swordsmanship was even more unpredictable. The sword moved again and again, leaving behind afterimages that looked like straight beams of light without beginning or end being drawn in the air.

In a three-dimensional space, there are almost countless directions that can intersect and intersect. Every shift and increase in the sword light means that a "blade" light that is about to be slashed at that position has been blocked.

"Yu Tu actually entrusted Wuwei to you? I have to admit, this old guy's eye for talent is truly unparalleled. Tianfang and you will not disappoint his family's reputation."

Thinking of this, Shao Lingxiao's eyes showed some jealousy and resentment. He couldn't help but think of the Demonic Sect that had been destroyed. Among the disciples and nephews, there were some talented people. Although they were not as good as Tian Fang and Guan Luoyang in front of him, they were enough to take charge of the Demonic Sect and support the kingdom that ruled the Six Zhao.

He harbored deep resentment, yet he closed his eyes, unwilling to let such emotions show in front of the enemy.

The instant he closed his eyes, his black-robed figure vanished, leaving only the Flying Light Sword, like a transparent scale, scattered in the air, following its movement.

The second move of the "Morning Life, Evening Death" sword technique: Concealing the Form of Scales and Shells!

(End of this chapter)