bookcurios Chapter 202 On the right track
Chapter 202 On the right track
There is no doubt about the power of a Golden Core cultivator's divine sense. He sensed the sword coming from behind and sneered, with a hint of disdain and contempt.
He didn't even turn around, but casually unleashed a powerful burst of spiritual energy that shot straight at it.
He was absolutely confident that he could block the sword.
Unexpectedly, the spiritual energy missed its target.
not good!
The Golden Core cultivator's pupils contracted slightly, and he abruptly stopped and backed away.
The bladeless sword appeared unexpectedly before him, aimed straight at his throat.
If he hadn't dodged at the last moment, he would have been caught off guard and lost his life. Even so, when he dodged to the side, the bladeless sword still left a very shallow red bloodstain on his throat.
Like the scythe of death, it circled his neck once, or like the shackles of the Black and White Impermanence, narrowly and dangerously binding his neck.
This sword strike, imbued with murderous intent and posing a real threat, thoroughly enraged him.
Just as he was about to turn back and deal with the big problem first, a cold light flashed before his eyes, and the Unsharp Sword unexpectedly appeared again from an unexpected position.
impossible!
His divine sense had clearly locked onto this ordinary broken sword!
It shouldn't be here!
In the span of a dozen or so breaths, Zhu Wuyao had already arrived close, the Wufeng Sword moving at his will.
If the mind is cluttered and confused, the sword will not be steady.
Zhu Wuyao gripped the hilt of her sword tightly and engaged in close combat once more. She could clearly see that the sword strike she had just unleashed carried the sword intent of the second move of the Falling Leaf Sword Technique—"Shang Zeng".
No wonder no one has managed to cut it down.
When using a sword, one must be courageous and never hesitate.
There is absolutely no reason to hesitate and finally decide to strike. Going forward without hesitation and looking back and forth are two extremes. How can they coexist?
The meaning of this "garment" can be summarized in one word—chaos!
It is unpredictable; no one knows where this sword came from or how it was used to strike!
It and that chilling transformation, each sword threatening to steal life, are a perfect match.
Zhu Wuyao had already arrived close, and in the blink of an eye, he had already blocked more than ten moves. As long as the suppression of realm was seized, he could completely reverse this insignificant advantage.
Seeing the spiritual light emanating from his body, and countless giant palms flying out in an instant, bringing with them immense pressure, Zhu Wuyao did not hesitate. He lightly touched the ground with his toes and activated the Concealing Breath and Wind Movement Technique, flying a hundred feet away as the giant palms came crashing down on him.
As she dodged, the bladeless sword, which she could control at will, flew out of her hand.
It is everywhere, making it difficult to find and impossible to guard against.
After all, a Golden Core cultivator's cultivation level is limited. Although he was able to block the incoming sword, his sense of unease gradually deepened.
His keen intuition kept him constantly vigilant.
When fighting this person, it seems that you can only make him run away with a single palm strike; it seems that the sword that is hard to defend against is just a distraction and cannot really hurt him.
But as time went by, the anger and doubt in his eyes deepened.
He noticed the decline of his own aura.
It's like a speck of mold, gradually invading one's soul; like a gourd with a small hole, the aroma of wine inside gradually dissipating, dripping incessantly.
Just then, a strand of white hair floated past him.
His breath hitched, and the unease in his heart seemed to have come to fruition.
"Evil magic!"
It is said that in the cultivation world, those evil arts involve absorbing the spiritual power and life force of others during battles to strengthen oneself.
In the end, his auras clashed and he went mad, ultimately exploding and dying.
Just then, he saw the broken sword transform into a streak of light and disappear rapidly.
They also fled along with that traitor who was in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage.
His face was extremely ugly, and after several changes in expression, he finally let out a cold snort:
"Seek death!"
In his view, there was no need for him to fight to the death with a madwoman who practiced evil magic; she was a desperate criminal, while his own life was extremely precious.
Moreover, this person had already been injured after taking several blows in order to fight him in close combat.
Moreover, there were other Golden Core stage cultivators blocking the way at the exit.
Even if she had wings, she couldn't escape!
The more he thought about it, the more he felt he was losing out. Why fight a wicked cultivator who was doomed to die? He could have just symbolically struck twice and handed the man over to the cultivators blocking the exit. Why sacrifice so many lives?
Moreover, even the old master didn't make a move... Why would he risk his life for a mere squabble, risking his life against someone who is destined to die? Is he out of his mind?
Thinking of this, he felt at ease accepting his "severe defeat".
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Zhu Wuyao did not want to lead the enemy to Hu San and his group. Only when everyone was in position and could clear a path with a single sword did he recall the Wufeng Sword and flee quickly.
To her surprise, the Golden Core cultivator did not continue the pursuit.
Fortunately, Hu Sanrong and the other leaders were at a high level before they came in. They were just unable to resist spiritual or mental attacks. In pure hand-to-hand combat, even if they lost their spiritual power, they would not be weaker than Foundation Establishment cultivators.
But this is not possible.
If they can stand at a distance and control their swords to set fires, who would come forward to fight these martial artists in hand-to-hand combat?
In such a short time, more than half of this group of people have been killed or injured.
The team was battered and torn apart, but the survivors had faces full of hope.
We've arrived here.
Once they leave this small cave, their spiritual energy will no longer be suppressed, and they will be able to gain freedom. At that time, even if cultivators from Ganxiao City come to surround them, they will have the strength to fight back!
If you're lucky enough, you might actually regain your carefree life.
They waited in silence and with overwhelming joy.
They finally saw the wounded figure.
Zhu Wuyao planted her sword on the ground, her face deathly pale. She swayed a few times, steadied herself, and swallowed the blood that tasted sweet and metallic in her mouth.
Hu San and the others had already formed a team, and the limited number of teleportation talismans had been distributed.
He stepped forward and handed over the one he had left, which Zhu Wuyao accepted.
Amidst the expectant gazes of the crowd, she drew her bladeless sword and slashed forward. Along the way, most of the people had died, but she finally arrived here. With a blinding white light flashing, the freedom that everyone had been eagerly anticipating seemed to be just around the corner.
Even though the chilling sword light was so dazzling, no one dared to blink.
Everyone is witnessing this moment.
Then, the sword fell.
The scene before me remained unchanged.
The crowd's excited laughter seemed to freeze, and after a long while, someone finally asked in a trembling voice:
"Is this... a success...?"
No, it failed.
Zhu Wuyao gently closed her eyes for a moment.
When she escaped here wounded and saw the remaining number of people, she knew something was wrong, because according to her divination, so many people shouldn't have survived...
Not enough people have died yet...
How can this story end?
But she never expected that things would go wrong at this very step—
A sword without an edge cannot cut a path.
"The object that clears the way must be outside the Five Elements and untouched by cause and effect."
Not involved in cause and effect... Not involved in cause and effect...
Perhaps this was a dead end that killed two birds with one stone: to taint the Sword of No Edge with karma, rendering it unable to fight against the heavens, while simultaneously bringing Ye Xiaozhou, the exile, back to his fate. The world's corrective power would eventually bring everything back on track.
In the end, it turned out to be a multiple-choice question.
Is Ye Xiaozhou's elimination the only way she can survive...?