High-level martial arts: Long spear with black flames to suppress demons.

He held the seal between Ling Xiang's eyebrows, and opened the mysterious book in his hand once more.

"I've seen your methods many times before."

Xu Mingjing ignored him.

The yin and yang energies behind him suddenly converged inwards, and the oppressive aura that had spread outwards vanished. The yin-yang fan in the hands of the Thousand-Foot Spirit Image slowly closed, while a deeper light began to emerge on the black and white sword blades.

The distant rumble of the Northern Sea continued to echo.

Xu Mingjing glanced in that direction, then looked away.

These four people in front of him won't let him pass easily.

The book turned its pages again, and heavy characters rose from between the pages, pressing down on the black and white spirit image.

Xu Mingjing did not wave his fan to defend himself as he had done before.

He stood between the spirit's brows, gazing down at the constantly rotating Bagua diagram at his feet, letting the characters fall. The yin and yang energies that had been slowly flowing on the thousand-foot-tall spirit's shoulder suddenly stagnated, and the gap that had just been cleaved by the longsword widened again, from which large swaths of black and white light dissipated.

Upon seeing this, Duan Yue immediately raised his long sword.

But then he frowned.

The yin and yang energies that had been dispersed did not disappear.

They were suppressed to a very faint state by the power of the Xuan Shu, flowing downwards along the surface of the spiritual image, and then falling into the rocks, mixing into the array patterns set up by the four people.

"Don't let his spiritual power come into contact with the core of the array."

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Chuan began to rotate the array plate. The array nails scattered around the area trembled simultaneously, pushing the black and white light that had invaded the plate outwards.

Xu Mingjing then raised his head.

"You only just realized that?"

The yin-yang fan in his hand slowly unfolded. The black and white colors on the fan surface no longer occupied separate sides, but instead seeped into each other along the fan ribs. A touch of white emerged from the black, and a line of black appeared from the white. Subtle changes continued to pass through, eventually merging into the Bagua diagram at his feet.

The fragmented carvings in the Bermuda caves flashed through his mind, and he also gained new insights from them during that time.

His yin-yang fan fell gently.

The character pattern pressing down on the black and white spirit image suddenly shifted, and the force that was originally suppressing downwards slid to the side along the surface of the spirit image, just in time to collide with Feng Chuan's tightened defenses.

The formation trembled slightly. This change was not enough to break the formation, but it caused a very brief pause in the smooth flow of spiritual energy between the four people.

Duan Yue's blade had already fallen.

Xu Mingjing's three or five male and female demon-slaying swords crossed and thrust upwards, intercepting the blade. A heavy force pressed down along the swords, causing the black and white spirit's arms to sink, and several cracks even appeared in its palms.

But not all of that power landed on him.

The yin and yang energies swirled along the sword blade, entangling the edge, and then, following the spiritual power that Duan Yue had not yet withdrawn, suddenly poured backward.

Duan Yue's expression changed, and his longsword suddenly veered off course by half a foot.

Before Feng Chuan, the two closely connected array patterns suddenly snapped, and an array nail flew backward from the rocks. The array plate flashed brightly, and before it could be adjusted, the Bagua diagram under Xu Mingjing's feet had already rotated half a circle.

The thousand-foot-tall spiritual image vanished instantly.

The ancient lamp in Zhao Gu's hand suddenly shone brightly.

"Feng Chuan! Behind you!"

His reminder was swift enough.

Almost as soon as the sound came, Feng Chuan flipped the array plate, and his six-hundred-foot spiritual form crossed his arms, with a thick light screen rising behind him.

A black and white sword light struck down before Xu Mingjing could react.

The light barrier was cleaved inward, and Feng Chuan used the momentum to rush forward, trying to create distance again. Zhi Yin and Duan Yue also immediately made their moves, a page of Xuan Shu transformed into a barrier behind him, while their longswords slashed across Xu Mingjing's waist and abdomen, forcing him to sheathe his sword.

But Xu Mingjing chose to use the Yin-Yang Fan to block that knife.

A piercing hum reverberated from the fan ribs, and the remaining blade energy pierced through his protective spiritual power, tearing a wound in his ribs, instantly soaking his robes with blood.

At the same time, the second sword light fell right next to the first.

One black and one white, the two sword lights did not continue to collide head-on with the light barrier, but instead cut into its upper and lower ends respectively, and suddenly deviated in opposite directions.

The array plate in front of Feng Chuan trembled violently, and the spiritual power connecting him and the other three was forcibly severed by this sword.

The pressure that had previously been shared by the four of them fell entirely on his own shoulders in that instant.

The thick light barrier shattered with a crash, and Feng Chuan's pupils shrank sharply. Just as he was about to lift the array plate, a sword blade pierced through the spirit's chest and accurately entered the location of his main body.

Fresh blood gushed from his mouth.

He gripped the array plate tightly, his soul having just broken free of his body, when it crashed head-on into the unfolded Yin-Yang fan. Black and white ripples converged, engulfing the hastily fleeing soul, and then twisted violently inward.

The six-hundred-foot-tall spiritual image split open from the chest and collapsed with a roar.

The spikes scattered across the mountains simultaneously lost their luster and fell to the ground one after another.

Duan Yue roared angrily, and his long sword slashed down again.

Xu Mingjing blocked with his sword, his entire body and spirit sliding backward several miles. A deep trench was carved into the mountain ridge beneath his feet, and blood from his ribs dripped from his fingertips onto the Bagua diagram, where it was quickly swept away by the flowing Yin and Yang energies.

As Zhiyin gazed at Feng Chuan's fallen body, his expression finally changed.

They had studied the methods Xu Mingjing used in the Demon City and prepared magical treasures to counter the shifting of positions and changes in the soul, but they did not expect that he would be able to use the power flowing between the four of them to break the formation.

That sword strike just now wasn't just a forced breach of defense. He first borrowed a portion of Duan Yue's sword momentum, then severed Feng Chuan's connection with the others, before finally unleashing his killing blow.

"Stop the attack, don't give him any more leverage!"

Zhi Yin swiftly spoke, and several pages of the book flew out, landing between the three people and concealing the originally visible spiritual energy connection within them.

However, the array plate was lost, and the power that sealed the space also dissipated. Xu Mingjing raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the swords in the hands of the black and white spirits emitted a long cry at the same time.

The next moment, he appeared in front of Zhaogu.

Faced with the formidable enemy right before him, the pale lamp flame suddenly flared up. Zhao Gu did not retreat; instead, he raised the ancient lamp towards Xu Mingjing. The light passed over his spiritual form and landed directly on his soul.

Xu Mingjing's vision suddenly went white.

A tearing pain shot through the depths of his soul, and even a trickle of blood seeped from between his brows. This was the moment Zhao Gu had been waiting for. The lamp in Ling Xiang's palm transformed into a long, thin white thorn, which pierced straight towards Xu Mingjing's brow.

Xu Mingjing closed his eyes at that moment.

The Yin-Yang Fan flipped in front of him, and the black and white energies suddenly separated, forming two extremely similar figures. One remained in place, while the other shifted half a step to the side.

The light illuminated the illusory figure, but White Thorn had no time to turn around.

Zhao Gu's heart sank, and he immediately put away the lamp.

The three or five male and female swords fell simultaneously, one sword piercing the ancient lamp, and the other sword slashing across the side of Ling Xiang's neck.

The enormous head shot skyward.

Zhao Gu's body fell out of the shattered spiritual image, his white mask breaking in two. His fingers hooked the lamp handle, and before he could even send his soul into the flame, Xu Mingjing's palm was already pressed against his chest.

Black and white light passed through his body.

Zhao Gu's body tensed abruptly, and the light in his eyes quickly dimmed. The pale ancient lamp was still burning, but the hand gripping the handle had already given way.

Before Xu Mingjing could stop, a sharp pain shot through his back.

Duan Yue's longsword sliced ​​through Ling Xiang's back, the blade energy penetrating deep into his body, almost cleaving half of his shoulder blade. Xu Mingjing grunted, using the momentum of his forward thrust to flip his Yin-Yang Fan, deflecting the second incoming blade light to the side.

The mountain peaks in the distance have been neatly cut off.

With a raised hand, the Xuan Shu suddenly unfolded, and dozens of pages flew into the sky, transforming into a cage that closed in layer by layer, simultaneously enveloping Xu Mingjing and Duan Yue.

"Duan Yue, kill him!"