Elderly Martial Saint: Sixty Times the Cultivation Speed ​​at the Start

Jingming and Jingyuan retreated simultaneously.

Two eminent monks from Jinyang Temple, both at the second level of internal energy cultivation, chose to retreat in the face of this black blade energy!

Jingyuan's face turned ashen. He lowered his voice and transmitted it to Jingming: "That's the power of 'Xuanyuan'. This blade can devour the wielder's internal energy and transform it into a higher-level killing move. Don't confront it head-on!"

Jingming stared at the blue stone that had been split in two, his Adam's apple bobbing, but he didn't respond.

The cut surface was too smooth, as if it were an erasure force. Could his Vajra Arhat body, which he was so proud of, really withstand such an attack?

Jingming dared not gamble.

On the other side, facing the two who retreated, Yi Yang was not happy; instead, his expression became even more solemn.

Because of that last strike, the black blade directly drained nearly 30% of his internal energy from his dantian. This thing was completely beyond his control, and he hadn't fully mastered the blade yet.

Seeing that the two from Jinyang Temple did not attack, Yi Yang quickly calculated in his mind: his cultivation of the first level of internal energy had a limited total amount of qi in his sea of ​​qi, and he could not unleash more than ten black sword qi attacks at full power.

Ten cuts.

It sounds like a lot, but facing two opponents at the second level of internal energy, there are at most five or six opportunities to unleash a full-force attack.

Therefore, we must act swiftly and decisively.

Having made up his mind, Yi Yang lightly touched the ground with his toes, and with the agility of the "crossing the river by skimming the water" technique, his figure glided towards Jingming's direction like a fish swimming in water.

Yi Yang chose to kill Jingming first.

The reason is simple—this Iron Tower Monk practices hard skills and follows a fierce and powerful approach. His mobility is not as good as Jingyuan's. Kill him first, cut off one wing, and Yiyang will have a chance to win.

However, after suffering a loss, Jingming reacted extremely quickly to Yiyang's attack.

With his powerful martial arts skills, he no longer tried to fight Yi Yang head-on. His tall, bronze-colored body retreated rapidly to create distance, while his right fist suddenly slammed out.

The powerful punch, imbued with the profound strength of dual internal energy, blasted from a distance, heading straight for Yi Yang's face.

Faced with such an attack, Yi Yang dared not take it head-on and could only dodge it with a quick movement.

The force of the "Vajra Subduing Demon Fist" exploded in the air, creating visible ripples. Jingming punched one after another, completely blocking Yiyang's path to approach, preventing him from getting close.

Meanwhile, Jingyuan on the other side chose to cut in from one side.

His golden robes fluttered, and with a flick of his wrists, a gust of wind swept through the air.

This kind-looking monk showed no mercy whatsoever in his attacks; every palm strike was aimed at Yi Yang's vital points, with no intention of killing him.

Faced with this fierce attack from both sides.

Although Yi Yang's movement technique "Crossing the River by Touching Water" was extremely agile after it reached its peak, his room for maneuver was still compressed to the limit when facing the encirclement of two masters at the second level of internal energy.

In a series of swift movements, Yi Yang dodged Jing Ming's six punches and Jing Yuan's four palm strikes, finally facing the unavoidable ninth move.

Jingyuan's right palm bypassed the gap in Yiyang's sword swing and struck his back.

The physical body, which had achieved minor success in the Martial Arts Body Tempering Technique, came into play at this moment.

Yi Yang managed to withstand the powerful palm strike without being knocked away, but the residual force seeped through his skin and into his internal organs. His five internal organs were subjected to a double shock from the internal energy, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

This was thanks to Yi Yang's cultivation of "Five Internal Organs Refining Strength," otherwise, ordinary people with only one level of internal energy would have been seriously injured by this palm strike.

The battle between those at the Inner Qi Realm and those at the Blood Qi Realm is completely different. At this level, no matter how tough your outer skin is, it can't withstand the damage from the penetration of Inner Qi.

Before Jingyuan could retract his palm strike, a second blow followed.

He pushed his palms forward, his golden internal energy surging like a tide, intending to strike while the iron was hot and completely cripple Yi Yang.

But this time, Yi Yang didn't shy away; he wanted to seize an opportunity.

He suddenly turned around, channeling his inner energy through his arms to collide head-on with Jingyuan's Vajra Palm!

Bang! !

Visible shockwaves spread outwards from the point where the two met, snapping dead trees within a three-zhang radius and raising a layer of dust.

Under such impact, the two retreated simultaneously.

Yi Yang staggered three steps, his right knee buckled and he almost knelt down, but he gritted his teeth and held on.

Jingyuan only took one step back.

The difference between one step and three steps is the chasm between the first and second levels of internal energy, which cannot be bridged by any number of techniques or methods—it is the overwhelming difference in the capacity of the Qi Sea.

Jingming noticed something amiss from afar, and a look of delight appeared on his face. He stopped his remote restraint and strode closer, his eyes once again revealing the confidence of a superior.

"The arrow is at its last gasp," Jingming said in a deep voice, a hint of victory in his voice.

He was right. Yi Yang's Qi Sea was more than half depleted, and his body was injured in many places by the residual force. He could only hold the black knife with difficulty.

Seeing that his goal was about to be achieved, Jingming took a step forward three zhang and stretched out his hands to capture Yiyang alive!

He was confident that with his Vajra Arhat Body's close-quarters grappling techniques, the heavily injured Yi Yang would have no chance of breaking free.

Since the black blade energy cannot be directly blocked, then we should not give the opponent any distance to swing their blade.

Close-fitting short-sleeved clothing!

The distance between the two people has shortened.

Two steps!

step!

The giant, clear bronze hand had already reached Yi Yang's shoulder.

At the critical moment of life and death, Yi Yang, who was seriously injured and on the verge of falling, suddenly raised his head and opened his mouth towards Jing Yuan who was approaching.

Not speaking!

Yes—hoo!

The superior cultivation technique "Thunderous Sound Mantra" had a miraculous effect at this moment.

The sonic technique, at the beginner level, burst forth from his throat under the impetus of his internal energy, striking at a speed that the two from Jin Yang Temple could not react to.

Sound waves are invisible, yet faster than a knife.

Jingming, who had cultivated the hard skills of Jinyang Temple, had muscles so taut they were almost abnormal, making him virtually impervious to ordinary external forces. But the Thunderclap Mantra did not attack his physical body—it attacked his mind, his inner being.

puff.

Caught off guard by the attack, Jingming coughed up two streams of blood from his nostrils. It was as if someone had struck a bell with a hammer in his mind, the buzzing vibrations turning all his thoughts into a jumbled mess.

It's truly unexpected that Yi Yang had this hidden trump card.

Jingming froze on the spot, his pupils dilated, unable to react.

But this time is fleeting, after all, this technique is only at the beginner level.

Even a single breath would be enough.

Yi Yang did not waste this opportunity he had created himself. He painstakingly poured all the remaining internal energy in his body into the black knife.

The pain of his dantian being almost completely drained caused his facial muscles to twitch, but Yi Yang's actions were without the slightest hesitation.

Nine Peaks Saber, Ninth Form.

Absolute peak.

With the Xuan Yuan Blade's absorption and transformation, an even denser black arc of light shot out from the blade's edge!

This blade of energy did not travel in a straight line.

Its trajectory had a strange arc, first cutting towards Jingming's arms that were protecting his chest.

The Vajra Arhat's body, as solid as iron, was utterly insignificant in the face of the black blade energy.

The cross-sections of the two arms were as smooth as mirrors, exactly the same as the previous piece of bluestone.

Immediately afterwards, the blade energy continued to pierce through his chest and emerge from his back.

After regaining consciousness, Jingming lowered his head due to the pain.

He saw a wide gash in his chest, and as he came to his senses, blood and foam welled up from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"No...you can't..."

Before he could finish speaking, he fell backward.

Jingming, a high-ranking monk of Jinyang Temple with dual internal energy.

dead!

The sound of the crashing to the ground echoed through the withered trees, startling several night birds in the distant treetops.

Upon witnessing this scene from a short distance, Jingyuan's pupils constricted sharply.

Previously, he and Jingming had surrounded and killed an old man with the first level of internal energy. In his estimation, the difficulty of this task was roughly equivalent to "crushing an ant".

But now the ants have crushed his junior brother to death.

"ah--!"

Jingyuan roared, tearing apart his thick, unyielding face. Knowing there was no way out, he swelled his inner energy to its limit and clasped his hands together.

Golden energy condensed between his palms.

"Great Sun Vajra Palm!"

The secret of Jinyang Temple, passed down only within a single palm strike, contains the full power of one's cultivation.

The golden palm shadow, trailing a long tail of energy, slammed towards Yi Yang, its power causing the air within a radius of several feet to tremble.

Yi Yang stood still, his Qi Sea completely empty.

The black knife emitted that familiar "extraction" force, but there was almost no energy left in his body.

What should I do?

Yi Yang, who could have retired from the military, bit his tongue until it bled, knowing he had no choice but to fight to the death!

The sweet and pungent taste of the blood stimulated the deepest potential within his body, forcibly extracting the last wisp of internal energy and pouring it into the blade.

The dark patterns on the black knife shone to their fullest extent, and the entire blade was enveloped in a visible black halo.

He didn't back down.

With a push of the toes, the last bit of strength from "crossing the river by skimming the water" is unleashed.

They charged head-on towards the golden palm shadow.

Is he crazy?

No.

Yi Yang also shifted his body at an odd angle to avoid the core of the palm shadow.

In an instant, Yi Yang's spine curved into an incredible arc.

The whole body rotates.

The fifth move of the Nine Peaks Saber – "Strange Peak".

The essence of this technique lies in its tricky angles, finding the fatal entry point in the most unlikely gaps.

Black blade energy pierced through the gaps at the edge of Jingyuan's palm shadow.

Jingyuan's golden palm strike grazed Yiyang's left shoulder.

The dull thud of breaking ribs came from inside my body.

One. Two. Three.

Yi Yang's entire left side of his body went numb, and a large amount of blood gushed from his mouth.

But his blade energy... had already pierced Jingyuan's throat.

Jingyuan clutched his neck and collapsed to his knees, blood gushing from between his fingers.

Yi Yang, who had been knocked to the ground, staggered two steps, supported himself, and came to Jing Yuan's side, pressing the black knife against the other's brow.

Despite the blade trembling violently, everything indicated that Yi Yang had won.

"explain."

With a hoarse, barely audible voice, Yi Yang asked, "What secret does this knife hold?"

Jingyuan knelt on the ground, clutching his neck wound; his blood had soaked through his entire golden robe.

But Jingyuan actually laughed in this situation.

Cluck, cluck.

The laughter, spurted from the ruptured throat, was mixed with blood and foam, jarring and eerie.

"This sword... is called 'Xuanyuan'..." Jingyuan raised his head, his almost unfocused pupils filled with mockery: "It is the treasure of my Jinyang Temple..."

Hearing this, Yi Yang pressed his blade forward half an inch, threatening him to continue speaking.

Ignoring the near-hopelessness of Jingyuan, he continued to reveal the secret, each word he uttered with difficulty seeming like the last vestiges of his life force:

"But you... will never... be able to unleash its true power..."

"Without the accompanying cultivation method... you're just a fool wielding a divine weapon."

His lips curled into one last twisted arc.

"Even if you have 'Xuanyuan' in your hands... without a compatible cultivation method... you can at most... use it as a sharper... treasured sword..."

"Ha... Kinyoji Temple won't let you get away with this."

The laughter stopped at the last syllable.

Jingyuan's head tilted to one side, and his pupils completely lost their luster.

After seeing that the other party was truly dead, Yi Yang sheathed his sword, swayed twice, and then sat down to rest.

The barren forest fell silent, with only the sound of the wind and his heavy breathing mingling together.

After a while, feeling a bit better, he forced himself to squat down and began searching the two bodies.

The silver notes were over three thousand taels, not a lot, but still a considerable gain.

Several precious pills—this was the biggest gain. The quality of the pills carried by the high monk at the second level of internal energy far surpassed that of those circulating in the market.

Two strings of Buddhist prayer beads.

But there were no clues about the cultivation method.

Not a single word.

Yi Yang leaned against the old locust tree, which was as thick as a man's embrace, and looked down at the black knife in his hand, whose dark patterns were gradually fading.

Jingyuan's last words were still echoing in my mind.

"idiot"

He was right. If it weren't for Xuan Yuan's black sword energy that prevented the two second-level experts from confronting him head-on, he would have had no chance of winning against two opponents tonight.

But he only scratched the surface of the knife.

One-tenth? Or one-hundredth?

Unable to understand, Yi Yang wrapped the black knife tightly in coarse cloth and put it into his bag.

The broken bone in his left rib slowly returned to its place under the circulation of internal energy, causing him to sweat profusely from the pain, but on the surface, he only twitched his lips slightly.

The distant horizon was beginning to lighten with the first light of dawn.

I have to go back.

Song Tiecheng is at the first level of internal energy. With his perception, if he wakes up and finds that Yi Yang is not at the inn, things will become very troublesome.

Yi Yang cleaned up the bloodstains and signs of a struggle on the ground, then dragged the two bodies deep into the bushes and covered them with dead leaves.

After doing all that, he straightened up, gritted his teeth, and used his movement technique to rush towards the inn.

The wind swept through the withered trees, carrying away the lingering stench of blood.

The moment I climbed through the inn's window, I heard the soft sound of Song Tiecheng's door opening at the end of the corridor.