Looking at the departing figure of the Beggar Monk, Wang Yan muttered, "This dirty monk actually has some genuine temperament. ()”
"This person is smart, and he is able to distinguish the current situation."
Guibo's words seemed to be praising the Beggar Monk, but Wang Yan knew that it was also a warning to him. The fact that the Beggar Monk could ignore the blood feud between his two Martial Uncles to make friends with him, perhaps there was some genuine temperament in this. However, the main reason was that the Manor Master personally came forward to communicate with the Abbot of the Garan Monastery. In such a case, even if the old monk Xujue refused to give up, he could not make too much of a movement. Nominally, the Beggar Monk came to find trouble with him, but in the end, he obeyed the will of the Abbot of the Garan Monastery, which also played a role in easing the tension between the two sects.
When this guy went back, he might be severely punished by Xujue, but he was more likely to be valued by the Abbot of the Garan Monastery. Moreover, he had also learned the Universe in the Sleeve, the ultimate skill of the Garan Monastery, so his future was limitless. If this was not smart, then what was?
Wang Yan was well aware of this, but he was more willing to believe that this unruly and dirty monk was sincere in making friends with him. However, Wang Yan would not refute Guibo. He just nodded and said, "Thank you for your advice, Guibo. Wang Yan will remember it."
With that, he looked up to the north and said, "It's time to meet Zhu Wuyin. Perhaps this Zither Demon Baili has been waiting for me at the foot of Yandang Mountain for a long time."
Without waiting for his voice to fall, Wang Yan's foot lightly tapped the ground and his figure quickly flew toward the north. Seeing this, Guibo naturally understood Wang Yan's intention. When Wang Yan's figure was about to disappear in the afterglow of the setting sun, he launched his qinggong and followed behind Wang Yan.
Yandang Mountain was the only way from Chaoyuan Town to Golden City. It was only more than twenty miles away from Chaoyuan Town. Before the sky was completely dark, Wang Yan's figure appeared at the foot of Yandang Mountain.
Thump thump thump …
Wang Yan stood at the foot of the mountain and looked around. He did not see anyone, but then he heard the sound of a zither with a murderous aura coming from the mountains. Wang Yan could not help but smile when he heard it. This Zhu Wuyin was really unwilling to give up. He was indeed waiting here to kill him.
From Guibo, Wang Yan knew that Zhu Wuyin was called the 'Demonic Zither of Hundred Miles' by the people of Jianghu in his early years. It was because he was good at using sound waves. Even though it was not as exaggerated as a hundred miles, but the sound waves within a radius of several miles could not escape from his sound waves.
Regarding this kind of special martial art like sound wave, Wang Yan didn't have much contact with it. However, when he was still in his sect, he encountered a powerhouse from the Great Freedom School and was almost killed by the other party's sound attack. Therefore, this kind of martial art was still fresh in his memory, so he naturally wanted to know more about it.
Following the sound of the zither, Wang Yan went all the way to the mountain. Before long, he saw a white-haired old man sitting cross-legged on a floating boulder on the edge of the northern cliff. On his knees was a zither. His ten fingers danced, and sometimes resounding and sometimes gentle zither sounds came out from the zither.
Seeing Wang Yan appear, the old man stopped his ten fingers and gently put them on the zither. He then looked at the not far away Wang Yan and said, "This old man has been waiting for little friend here for half a month."
Wang Yan sneered, pulled out the falling sand, and said coldly, "Since you want to take my life, why do you need to talk so much? Make your move!"
Wang Yan pointed his long sword at Zhu Wuyin. Facing this powerful Clasping Yuan Stage powerhouse, he was not afraid at all. Seeing this, Zhu Wuyin nodded and said, "The Blood Demon Sword really lives up to its name. Unfortunately, you shouldn't look down on us Jianghu people around the Golden City. You have been so presumptuous around the Golden City, killing people everywhere. Today, this old man will kill you for the martial arts world!"
Before Zhu Wuyin made his move, he still had to find a dignified reason for himself. However, before he finished speaking, this old man's left little finger plucked the zither string. Then, with a 'hum' sound, Wang Yan felt that the world had changed. The cliff in front of him had turned into a vast wasteland. He was alone with his sword in his hand, but countless people from the martial arts world were rushing towards him like a tsunami.
"Kill the Demon!"
"Wang Yan, die!"
"Kill!"
Countless people shouted, almost piercing through the sky. However, in the face of this monstrous power, Wang Yan was not afraid at all. The red light between his eyebrows turned, and everything in front of him shattered like a mirror. Everything around him returned to normal. In the next moment, Wang Yan heard the sound of something breaking through the air. It was an invisible force coming towards him along with the sound of the zither.
Whoosh!
With a whistling sound, Wang Yan shook the falling sand in his hand. His feet did not move, but he held the sword in front of him and made a slash. Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! After a series of light sounds, several sword Qi broke through the air. Then, there was an explosion sound in the air. One of the sword Qi had collided with the invisible force in the sound wave, while the other sword Qi continued to cut towards Zhu Wuyin.
Clang, clang, clang …
Seeing this, Zhu Wuyin moved all ten of his fingers and drew out several finger shadows. In an instant, it was as if there were several pairs of hands playing the zither at the same time. In the midst of the sound of the zither, the sound of something breaking through the air could be heard. It was like the sound of military drums on the battlefield. Then, there were a few explosions. It was Wang Yan's sword Qi that exploded two to three meters in front of Zhu Wuyin.
At the same time, more sounds of something breaking through the air could be heard. Each sound represented an invisible force that was attacking towards Wang Yan along with the sound wave.
Wang Yan's eyes froze. The blood red light on his forehead suddenly became brighter and dimmer. He knew that Zhu Wuyin's sound wave was not as simple as an invisible force. Every sound of the zither contained a trace of God Slaying Effect that was attacking his soul. This kind of Clasping Yuan Realm cultivator was indeed powerful. If he could not get close to Zhu Wuyin and let Zhu Wuyin do his best, the Evil Blood Qi would not be able to protect his soul for too long. Besides, there were so many invisible forces that were attacking him like ocean waves. If he could not deal with them quickly, then this competition would become a competition of pure inner power. Although Wang Yan thought that his inner power was not weak, he knew that the inner power of a Clasping Yuan Realm cultivator would only be stronger. If this continued, he knew that he would not have the slightest chance of winning.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh …
The Falling Sand in Wang Yan's hand started vibrating by itself and made a light sound, as if it was warning Wang Yan. Wang Yan immediately controlled his mind and a stream of sword intent shot up from his body. Then, the blood red light on his forehead shone brightly. Under the stimulation of the two, a huge shadow of a blood sword appeared above Wang Yan's head. This was the shadow created by Wang Yan's Evil Blood Qi and the sword intent.
In the next moment, he raised his long sword and held the sword hilt with both of his hands. Then, he swung the sword in front of him!
Swish …
As the sword light broke through the air, countless blood red sword shadows spread out along the sword edge. Ten shadows, a hundred shadows, a thousand shadows!
The densely packed blood-red sword shadows instantly filled up the space between Wang Yan and Zhu Wuyin. Soon after, a sound that sounded like raging waves rang out from Wang Yan's body. The inner force in his body had turned into an endless amount of sword Qi within a short period of time, gushing out along the sword.
At the same time, the gigantic blood sword phantom hovering above Wang Yan's head shone with a blood-red light, and the world was instantly dyed in the color of blood. In the next instant, a huge crack seemed to have appeared in the void, and the densely packed blood-red sword phantom wrapped in boundless sword Qi shot towards Zhu Wuyin like a river of blood.
The full power of the Blood Shadow Waterfall!
This sword strike was the strongest one that Wang Yan had used almost 90% of his inner force after he had mastered the Sword Qi and combined the Evil Blood Qi with the sword intent. Its power alone was more than twice as strong as the one he had used against the Beggar Monk!
"Nine Styles of Blood Sword! You really have mastered this supreme unique skill, just like the rumors say! "
Zhu Wuyin's eyes were full of shock. As he spoke, there was a sound of explosion in the air between the two of them. It was the explosion of the invisible Qi that he had attacked before. However, it could not stop the surging momentum of the river of blood. Seeing this, a fierce look flashed in Zhu Wuyin's eyes. He took a deep breath and spat a mouthful of blood on the guqin. Then, he danced back and forth on the strings of the guqin like a crazy demon. Waves of murderous guqin music rushed forward with countless invisible Qi forces.
Bang, bang, bang …
Countless explosions rang out, and streams of formless force charged into the densely packed sword silhouettes. They were like splashes in a river of blood. Even though the effect seemed weak, Zhu Wuyin's inner force was very strong, and the formless force she unleashed was much stronger than Wang Yan's sword Qi.
In just a breath's time, hundreds of sword shadows had disappeared. The mighty river of blood had mostly disappeared. At this moment, Wang Yan's eyes narrowed. He raised his sword and slashed again!
"Die!"
Wang Yan shouted. As he shouted, the illusory sword shadow above his head flew across the sky and slashed at Zhu Wuyin.
This was the real Blood Shadow Waterfall! The sword shadow combined with the Sword Qi to create a large area of damage. However, the illusory shadow formed by the Sword Will combined with the Evil Blood Qi could not only confuse the opponent, but it also had the power to kill the God. In other words, this was a sword that could kill both the body and the God. It was worthy of the supreme prestige of the Earth Level Sword Technique.
In the past, Wang Yan could not truly display the full power of the Blood Shadow Waterfall because he was not strong enough. However, during his seclusion in Cang Mountain, his strength had increased again. During the process of the formation of the sword embryo, his Sword Will was naturally purer. Combined with the Evil Blood Qi, he could use the Blood Shadow Waterfall to temporarily give the Sword Will the power to kill the God for a short period of time.
Without a sound, the blood sword shadow flashed in the sky and slashed at Zhu Wuyin's head with endless power!
"No!"
When Zhu Wuyin saw this, he raised his head and let out a loud roar. Then, he pulled the zither strings with both hands, intending to use some kind of life-risking move. However, with two crisp sounds, the zither strings that he hooked with both hands broke. In the next instant, the blood sword shadow slashed down.
Puff …
As the sword slashed down, the power of the Blood Shadow Waterfall was exhausted. The illusory shadow dissipated and everything returned to normal. Zhu Wuyin raised his head and spat out a large mouthful of blood. What was more fatal was that blood was seeping out of his eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and other orifices. It was obvious that he was heavily injured by the God-Slaying Sword.
"Let me go …"
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