Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Chapter 168 The Sky-Swinging Arm

Fang Yong has more combat experience than Zhu Wuyao.

He immediately raised his arm to block, and with a clang, sparks seemed to fly. This was Fang Yong's signature move, called the Sky-Swinging Arm.

Once the technique is activated, the arms become the most solid weapons, capable of engaging in combat with swords and blades.

It is not only extremely sturdy, but also incredibly strong.

Zhu Wuyao's sword collided with the impact, and he was forced back several steps by the force of the impact.

Upon seeing this, Fang Yong naturally realized that the so-called "Nine-Turn Dragon-Slaying Formation" was nothing but a bluff.

He sneered, "That's all there is to it!"

Zhu Wuyao remained calm and composed, not in a hurry to win, and prepared to fight again.

Seeing that this sword technique was utterly unremarkable and didn't even pose the slightest threat to him, two words involuntarily surfaced in Fang Yong's mind—

That's it?

Although there was a hint of murderous intent and a hidden threat, upon closer inspection, it seemed that they could not harm anyone.

Fang Yong felt much more at ease and decided to act decisively.

Little did they know, Zhu Wuyao was silently counting in his mind as he swung his sword—

"Three years, six years, nine years..."

The Qi Refining stage has a lifespan of 120 years, while the Foundation Establishment stage has a lifespan of 200-300 years.

The so-called "one sword, three years" is just a rough estimate. She would have to make a hundred or so sword cuts to dispel the life force offered by the Pei family.

It would be difficult to finish off so many swords, but the martial arts practiced by this retainer had supernatural powers in his arms, making him suitable for close combat. In addition, he was trying to test the waters, and Zhu Wuyao seized the opportunity to strike him with about twenty swords.

Unlike the Falling Leaf Sword Technique displayed on the arena for all to see, this is different from the Falling Leaf Sword Technique.

A true "cold transformation" can be completely unassuming, with its killing intent hidden in the shadows.

As the bladeless sword slashed down, invisible ripples seemed to spread out, silently stirring up life and causing the very essence of life to be annihilated and dispersed.

Seeing that Fang Yong was not going to continue their playful banter and seemed to be about to get serious, Zhu Wuyao slipped away, creating distance between them.

During the fight, she was also hit several times, and her shoulder blades were throbbing with pain.

Looking up, Zhu Wuyao spoke first:

“Fellow Daoist, we have no past grievances or present enmity, so why not let this matter rest, order some fine wine and food, and let bygones be bygones.”

"If they remain obstinate, there may be no turning back."

While talking about peace, he secretly used the Heavenly Observation Technique to replenish his dantian, which was nine-tenths empty, with spiritual power.

In the instant the spiritual energy between heaven and earth stirred, Zhu Wuyao's bladeless sword flew from his hand like a dragon, heading straight for Fang Yong.

After being refined by Yue Sugong, the Wufeng Sword became connected with her mind.

At the same time, Fang Yong raised his arms, and behind him, six illusory arms appeared, which were wielding the bladeless sword that You Zhan was blocking and rushing towards Zhu Wuyao.

At first glance, it looks like a demon.

Upon seeing this six-armed phantom, Zhu Wuyao turned and ran.

"Weren't we supposed to be having a good time drinking?! Why are you running off again?!"

"I'll lead the way!"

Without the buff of the luck-changing talisman, Zhu Wuyao was struck on the back from a distance by the swinging arm. Even though it was a distance away and she didn't actually get hit, she still staggered and coughed up blood.

The pain was excruciating, as if my internal organs had shifted.

She ignored the blood from the corner of her mouth and continued to flee.

He remotely controlled the bladeless sword, giving the enemy a superficial scratch.

Seeing that someone was catching up to him, Zhu Wuyao reached out and grabbed the returning Wufeng sword, turning around to block it.

Reaching two minor realms higher is no joke.

Fang Yong blocked the sword blade with his swinging arm and grinned maliciously:

"It's just a minor path, not even enough to leave a scratch. Who gave you the audacity to come here and provoke us?"

The swinging arm was extremely powerful, and it slammed Zhu Wuyao backward.

Zhu Wuyao, unperturbed, laughed and said:

"Fellow Daoist, can the illusory images of your other two arms still take shape?!"

She took a step back, her shoe sinking two inches into the ground, abruptly stopping her retreat.

Fang Yong's heart skipped a beat.

He had already noticed his abnormality, but he assumed it was due to the prolonged fighting, exhaustion, injuries, and impending depletion of his spiritual energy.

Upon hearing this, they naturally noticed even more unusual things.

Fang Yong realized something was wrong; he had been ambushed and wanted to end the battle quickly.

However, the decline in his health has now become so severe that it is difficult to reverse.

But the person in front of him kept chattering on and on, making him restless—

"Do you think it's poison or a curse? Hahaha, your vital energy is depleted, your life force is fading, and there's no way to save you now. Do you still want to continue fighting?"

"Your lifespan is coming to an end; it is time for you to die!"

Fang Yong was unwilling to believe it, nor dared to believe it. In the cultivation world, he had never seen such a demonic technique that could silently steal a life in the midst of battle.

Looking up, the person in front of me had a fierce look in their eyes, and their lips were bloodshot but slightly upturned.

His mind was in turmoil, and scenes from the fight flashed before his eyes.

Every sword strike is ordinary; every sword strike carries deadly intent.

Looking back suddenly, the predicament was already set in stone...

He was so humiliated that he nearly went berserk and swung his arm down hard.

"You're spreading heresy! Even if I die, I'll drag you down with me!"

May Wuyao do everything in her power to support the protective shield.

Looking into his eyes, it was as if he were looking at a dead object.

"If you surrender now, I may grant you life and allow you to live freely for forty years. If you wish to prolong your life, I may be able to restore your life force."

Fang Yong suddenly stopped, staring intently at Zhu Wuyao, who was barely able to hold on, unable to bring himself to smash her down no matter what.

Between life and death, there is great terror.

If there is even a sliver of hope, who would want to die?

His mind was in turmoil, yet he didn't rashly believe it. His aura locked onto Zhu Wuyao, and he asked:

Is there any hope of survival?

"It can be returned."

Zhu Wuyao's words were concise and to the point, delivering a resounding lie.

Although this person was alive, in her eyes, he was already as good as dead.

She just needs time.

Offering hope is simply to prevent this person from fighting to the death.

Fang Yong was unable to subdue Zhu Wuyao for the time being, and the two were locked in a stalemate. His mind was in turmoil, and he asked:

Now that things have come to this, what do you want?

His voice softened slightly as his life was in someone else's hands.

Perhaps leaving now would save my life, or maybe killing her was just a bluff... Various thoughts flashed through my mind.

"Where does the Pei family mine originate? Where do the stones used for the roof tiles come from? Answer these questions first."

And... your life, and your storage bag.

Knowing that time was running out, Zhu Wuyao asked the question she wanted to know.

Fang Yong remained silent for a moment.

If I had known she was so difficult to deal with and had such wicked methods, and all I wanted was this information, why did I go to such lengths?

"The source of the mine begins at Tongtai Cliff. I will tell you the exact location after I return Mr. Fang's life. Otherwise, we will go to the Yellow Springs together!"

He was not a fool, and would certainly not speak his mind directly.

Tongtai Cliff...

I've never heard of Zhu Wuyao before.

Hearing the threatening words in her ear, she no longer cared. Fang Yong's face suddenly turned extremely ugly, and he felt his own aura suddenly weakening in fear and anger.

"You dare lie to me!!!"

He was extremely unwilling and wanted to fight to the death.

However, Zhu Wuyao suddenly retreated, instantly moving behind the enraged Fang Yong, the cold light of the Wufeng Sword flashing.

The Pei family's retainer died here.