See Qin Xiang nod, Yun Liu no longer hesitated, the corners of his mouth curving into a cold arc.
“Ah Lian.”
“Awoo!”
Junior Sister nodded sensibly, heaved the Sword Case off, and pushed it into the air with one palm.
A soft sound transmitted. Yun Liu took the Sword Case, gently stroked it, and his Divine Sense passed through the Principal Flying Sword.
At that moment, the two White-clad Immortals imprisoned in Shipwreck Bay opened their eyes simultaneously.
“Aunt Master, may I borrow a sword?”
Their expressions varied, and their attitudes were completely different.
“Isn’t mine yours? Is there any need to borrow?”
“Mm.”
As the frost-covered Sword Case quietly unlocked, the Twelve Flying Swords hummed in unison.
Yun Liu’s gaze was intoxicated, unable to let go, as if he saw a peerless beauty spreading her legs for him.
Each hidden sword within was a legendary treasure that Sword Cultivators drooled over; never mind owning one, even touching one was a luxury.
“Ten Directions.”
Yun Liu tentatively muttered under his breath, and a crystalline streak of light unsheathed in response, hovering by his side.
Everyone showed strange expressions, having almost forgotten that the East Extreme Pavilion Master was also a Sword Cultivator.
But that was a matter from long ago.
Even Luo Xiu has given up; does this kid really want to fight two little monsters to the death?
A Jianzong Qitu, isn’t it a bit late to review his lessons now?
“Not late. It’s never too late.”
“DIE!”
Black ink swept over.
“I am not good with fists, feet, blades, or swords, and you are not good with brush, ink, calligraphy–“
Can Ye Shusheng let out a silent laugh, turning his hand to make rain, and took two more characters that transformed into dark cloud projectiles. The sword in Yun Liu’s hand gave off a clear, resonant echo. The ink marks wriggled like nematodes, writing demonic patterns in the damp air, their baleful aura fierce and murderous; every stroke was deadly.
“Is that so?”
Yun Liu’s eyebrows flew up, his Spirit Breath abruptly changed, and the resplendent phenomenon of his Jade Palace was revealed.
The Heavenly Dao Golden Core was flawless in color; anyone who saw it would praise it as perfect. In an instant, Sword Qi crisscrossed. The tool followed his heart; wielding the sword as a brush, the crystalline streak dissected the characters like a master butcher, easily breaking them with horizontal, turning, left-falling, and right-falling strokes.
The demonic patterns turned into a pool of pitch-black sewage, splashing into the Coral Cluster, hissing and smoking; even a tiny touch would cost a layer of skin.
“So Mister has quite some research in writing as well. What a surprise to this junior.”
“A little.”
“Then I dare to ask for a lesson or two!”
Can Ye Shusheng restrained his smile, sparing ink as if it were gold, and both hands bloomed with demonic light once more, offering four characters. The Demonic Cultivator’s Golden Core phantom hovered above his head, emitting waves of gloomy aura; judging by Spirit Breath alone, the gap between the two was vast.
“Insect Shakes Tree.”
“No need for such trouble. Carry in the next one.”
The White-robed Youth traced a two-finger Sword Formula, returning courtesy for courtesy, and replied with just one character. Two horizontals and two verticals, still concise and clear, just like that plain robe.
Sword Qi suddenly appeared, and four streams of Sword Qi split the dark tide. The Surging Moon in the firmament merged into the Great Whirlpool, pouring backward into the sky well; the Mirage Sea Market’s silver-light moon-filled Heavenly Phenomena, Draw Ground as Prison, instantly imprisoned the scholar in place.
Can Ye Shusheng’s pupils shrank sharply; at some unknown point he had been placed in the night sky, with hazy moonlight above his head.
The four characters “Shakes Tree” vanished like a clay ox entering the sea. Yun Liu finished writing and turned to leave; a true man never looks back.
Yao Sheng transformed into black qi and violently retreated, but crashed into the wall forged from pale Sword Qi behind him, smashing his head bloody, only then realizing he had been struck by a sword.
“Break the Wall!”
Yao Sheng bit his tongue, spat out a mouthful of ink, quickly broke free of the Sword Intent, reopened his eyes, and revealed a ferocious light. Showing off in front of an expert!?
Replying to the Soul-Seizing Banner Sect with a Divine Sense attack, Yun Liu was far too arrogant.
This was also the method by which he instantly killed Wu Lei; it required extreme confidence in one’s own Divine Soul, far surpassing the opponent’s.
But just as Can Ye Shusheng lifted his leg, he found he could not step forward, as if an invisible large hand was pulling him from behind, and he could not help breaking out in cold sweat.
Whether Divine Soul or Physical Vessel, both were trapped.
Yao Sheng’s face was full of absurdity; his expression finally changed as he looked down at the character “Merge” on the ground.
That could only mean one thing: this person’s Divine Soul Sword Intent completely crushed his own, and the Dao Heart Sword Intent was difficult to defy.
“I… lost?”
Can Ye looked at Yun Liu’s back in disbelief; it was the first time he had lost to a cultivator of the same realm in Divine Sense, and by such a miserable margin.
Those four characters seemed more like a gift to himself: “Insect Shakes Tree,” bringing humiliation upon himself.
Outsiders only saw moonlight flash on the youth’s sword, and then the pale-faced scholar stood frozen in place like a puppet; the demonic characters tattooed on him all retreated back into the scroll in his hand, his fighting spirit completely gone.
Meanwhile, Yun Liu had already soared into the sky with the Sword Case on his back, riding the waves up the steps.
“Although I don’t know what he did, he one-shot him?”
“One character written, shaking the Sea Market; everyone present was moved. One-shot?”
Yet he casually dealt with the great enemy of the Demon Sect and chased straight after Jie Lin.
Qi Gong Lao Dao’s mighty body trembled; from initial fantasy to shocked speculation, in the end his jaw dropped, his expression changing at light speed.
“A divine being reincarnated, a divine being reincarnated! There’s no mistake. How could a mortal body possess such a mental image? An Upper Realm Taiyi immortal lineage, or a Daluo descent? Neither seems right. Tian Zun, Martial Nephew, your Heavenly Fate Dao Companion has appeared!”
Unexpectedly, on a study trip, he failed his Martial Uncle’s test, but instead helped someone find a husband.
Most of the people here were confused; only a few Immortal Elders were shocked by the strength of the Extreme Dao Visitor, with no weakness in either outer law or inner spirit. Your Elixir Cultivator can fight a bit too well!
“Huh?”
Ruan Yu and Dongfang Shuo rubbed their eyes, vaguely sensing something, but it was not clear.
White Whale was equally curious: “What did he do?”
“What beautiful moonlight.”
Canghai smiled and replied with a thought-provoking sigh.
Everyone of the Penglai Island lineage was terrified; Luo Xiu’s expression was the same as Yao Sheng’s, as if he had seen a ghost, taking in the unattainable Sword Qi wall through Soul Vision.
Only by viewing the moon from a well does one know the gap between them.
The Divine Sense realm of a Heavenly Dao Alchemy Master is actually this terrifying?
“Don’t rua! What can I do? It’s all your own…”
“There is a destiny in the unseen, until possession and rebirth. Now I understand: there must be a battle between you and me. You are the tribulation I must pass through for Dragon Transformation. I will step on your corpse to return to the peak.”
“I think you may have misunderstood something.”
Yun Liu waved his hand and yawned.
The target of the Trial of Fate is over there, a scatterbrained Little Yellow Hair who, besides eating, only knows how to smack lips.
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