Fighting a group of heroes alone
Ceng Han had experienced hundreds of years of training and had met many people of the same path. He was no longer someone who stuck to conventions.
He was very clear that his Yin Ray Flying Needles might not be faster than Zhang Yan's sword ball. If he didn't make the first move, it would be difficult for him to gain the upper hand.
Therefore, when he released the needle, it was extremely stealthy, fast and swift. Only a thin, almost undetectable silver thread swept across the surface of the water, making an arc and heading straight for Zhang Yan's back.
His "Xuanji Yin Ray Needles" were refined from the needles of a divine pine tree in Taihao School. Once it pierced into a cultivator's body, there would be no external injuries, but in a flash, it could shut off the opponent's meridians and cut off their spiritual vigor.
This needle was not good at fighting head-on, but it was mainly based on trickery. It was often impossible to guard against. Therefore, Ceng Han's attack this time was deep in the essence of controlling needles.
He wanted to succeed in one strike, but Just Now, when the flying needles were ten feet away from Zhang Yan, a lightning-like sword light came down and blocked the needles. In a split second, the two collided and created a stream of sparks. They fought in the air for a while before separating.
Zhang Yan used his divine sense and the sword ball flew back, turning into a stream of light that danced around him.
He sneered in his heart. Not to mention that he had been warned by Xin Chan earlier, even if he wasn't prepared, his sword ball had real consciousness. In times of danger, it would fly out to protect its owner, so how could it be injured by others?
Ceng Han saw this and snorted. He knew that his sneak attack had failed, so he simply switched from a covert attack to an open one. He didn't hide his strength anymore. With a point of his finger, a total of twenty-eight Xuanji Yin Ray Flying Needles were released. They turned into flying needles that filled the sky and attacked like rain.
It was Zhang Yan's first time fighting with a cultivator who could control flying needles. Seeing that the opponent was coming at him aggressively, he didn't dare to be careless. He smiled slightly and raised his hand to point. His sword orb suddenly trembled and split into seven dazzling sword lights that flew forward to meet the flying needles. In the blink of an eye, the flying needles collided with each other.
The 28 Yin Light Needles flickered up and down as they suddenly dispersed and converged, and they transformed into numerous silver threads that shuttled back and forth like swimming fish in search of loopholes and flaws as they attempted to bore out of the sword light net. But they were constantly obstructed by the sword lights that seemed like flashing shadows in the sky, causing them to be unable to break out of the sword circle in the end.
The two of them fought back and forth, silver rain scattered in the sky, golden light flickered incessantly, long whistling sounds rang out incessantly, in the gloomy twilight, dazzling sparks shot out from time to time, no one knew how many times they had exchanged blows in a split second.
Many of the Profound Light Realm cultivators present were shocked when they saw the two fighting so intensely. They thought that if they went up, no matter which one they faced, they would probably lose in a short moment.
Chu Jiu was also amazed as he watched, and said, "In the past few years, whenever Senior Brother Ceng Han fought with others, he only needed to throw out a flying needle, and he would win within a few rounds. This Zhang Yan is actually so powerful, to be able to fight Senior Brother Ceng to a draw."
Qiu Ju nodded repeatedly at the side. He had also fought with Ceng Han before and knew how powerful he was. Now that he saw this scene, he had to admit that this Zhang Yan was worthy of being a Qincang disciple. Not to mention the various techniques of the sect, just this flying sword technique was enough to be praised.
Behind them, Lady Shan and Senior Sister Cai were also dazzled by the scene. Although Lady Shan knew that Zhang Yan had once killed two of the Nine Leaders Demon King's clones by himself and was not an ordinary cultivator, her beautiful eyes were still filled with splendor.
However, Ceng Han became more and more shocked as he fought. He said, "I've met many sword cultivators of the same generation, and there are even a few who are Shaoqing disciples. However, in terms of flying sword techniques, there are very few who are more brilliant than this Zhang Yan."
Previously, when he saw Zhang Yan splitting the sword pill into shadows, he did not think much of it. How could someone who could kill Beigong Hao from the Chongyue True Temple be so simple? It was reasonable that he had such abilities.
However, when he saw that not only did Zhang Yan's sword move move freely, but it was also completely changing according to the opportunity without any fixed rules, he knew that he had underestimated him previously.
He was clear in his heart that even though it seemed more brilliant for him to control twenty-eight flying needles at the same time, flying needles were different from sword pellets. They had abandoned the righteous path and focused on the strange path. That was why he could control them more freely.
Moreover, even so, he had not reached the stage of controlling every single flying needle at the same time. He was not like Zhang Yan, who could control every single sword beam as he wished.
What made him feel worse was that although the two of them seemed to be evenly matched, and it was a stalemate, he knew that sword cultivators were most skilled in flying and evasive attacks.
However, he knew that sword cultivators were most skilled in flying and dodging attacks. They stressed upon arriving like a ray of light, leaving like an arrow, invading like fire, and descending like lightning. However, Zhang Yan was standing on the immortal abode without moving. It was obvious that he was at ease, and he was far from using his true abilities.
This time, Zhang Yan only split out seven sword beams to fight. It was not that he was underestimating his opponent, but that he was surrounded by enemies, so he had to leave behind a few to guard against others.
Moreover, when his opponent's flying needles attacked, he used clever moves one after another, and every time, he would come at him from an unbelievable angle. It was rare for his opponent to come, so he purposely slowed down his sword moves and secretly observed his opponent's needle techniques to make up for the shortcomings in his sword techniques.
Ceng Han was a person with rich battle experience. Although Zhang Yan did it covertly, he gradually realized that something was wrong.
Although only a moment had passed, his opponent's sword moves were sharper and smoother than before. In his defense, there were faint counterattacks, but they were all drawn but not released. After a few times, the path of his sword became even more unfathomable, and the pressure in his heart unknowingly increased.
Ceng Han knew that it was not good. If they continued to fight like this, when Zhang Yan completely understood the changes in his needle techniques, how could he talk about winning?
However, he had a method that could increase the speed of the flying needles by a few times in a short period of time. Although it would not last long, once it was within a few feet, his opponent would have almost no chance of turning the tables.
However, after using this method, he would also be exhausted due to the excessive use of spiritual Qi. He would not be able to recover for at least a few breaths' time. If he was ambushed at this time, he would not be able to fight back at all.
He thought quickly and felt that if he continued to delay, it would be disadvantageous to him. Moreover, he had his senior and junior brothers by his side, even if there was danger, they would be able to resist. After thinking carefully, he made up his mind.
He immediately took a breath of spiritual Qi and made a gesture. The twenty-seven flying needles were instantly activated by a spiritual opportunity. Suddenly, they emitted a deep green light, and their speed suddenly increased. They pierced through the sword net and headed towards Zhang Yan.
Zhang Yan's eyes flashed. The needles were unusually fast. He might be able to escape in time if he transformed into a sword, but he would definitely be at a disadvantage and pursued. How could he be willing to do that? He immediately laughed coldly. Not only did he not dodge, but he also pointed with his fingers. The seven sword gleams also turned into long rainbows and flew towards Ceng Han.
Seeing that Zhang Yan actually used such a life-risking method, Ceng Han was shocked. The flying needles were about to hit Zhang Yan. If he stopped now, wouldn't all his previous efforts be in vain?
However, if he maintained the momentum of the needles, although he could stab Zhang Yan to death, if he allowed the seven sword gleams to hit him, he would definitely die.
At this moment, his mind was filled with thoughts. In the end, he did not dare to gamble with his life. He hurriedly recalled the flying needles and blocked the sword path.
However, this was a hasty action after all. Hence, one of the sword gleams missed and arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye.
Ceng Han was about to take out the ten feet long Relic Zoysia in his hand, but he suddenly felt his body weaken. Seeing the cold gleam slashing towards his neck, he was instantly scared out of his wits. He thought that he would not be able to escape.
However, at this moment, Zhang Yan suddenly felt a grey gleam fly over his head. The purple light in his ancestral aperture pulsated as if it was about to fly out. He suddenly looked up and shouted, "Which scoundrel is it? Get out here!"
He pointed his finger, and with a flash of brilliance, he slashed at an empty space. There was a disturbance in the air, and two saber gleams, one black and one white, flew up and blocked the sword gleam. The person inside the pill could no longer hide and was revealed.
Shen Ming Gu's expression was unsightly. Just now, he had seen the two of them fight to the death, so he had used the Yin Slaughtering Saber to kill Zhang Yan and then end Ceng Han's life.
His timing was not bad, and his judgment was accurate. However, he never expected that the Killer Shady Saber would only fly around the top of Zhang Yan's head, and as if it was afraid of something, it turned back. When he wanted to activate it again, he simply ignored him, causing Zhang Yan to be able to detect his presence.
However, with his interference, Ceng Han managed to escape. The sword light deviated slightly and only left a small wound on his shoulder. Although it was bleeding profusely, he was still alive. He hurriedly left the battlefield and took out a medicinal pill to consume.
Zhang Yan glanced at the two flying sabers and said, "I was wondering who was hiding like this. So it was a disciple of Chongyue Zhen Guan."
Shen Ming Gu was annoyed, and said with a sullen face, "Zhang Yan, the last time you challenged me, I happened to have something to do and left, so you were free for a while. Today, I will definitely let you know the power of my Origin Leaving Flying Saber!"
"Oh? You are that Shen Ming Gu? "Zhang Yan said coldly," Since you want to fight, why hide? Just attack. "
Shen Ming Gu thought, "The Killer Shady Saber actually refused to kill this person, there must be something strange about him. However, even if I don't use this saber, do you think I'm afraid of him?"
He stood up and leaped into the air, and with a loud shout, a ray of light shot out from the top of his head. Above him were twelve Origin Leaving Yang Sabers, and below them were twelve Origin Leaving Yin Sabers. All of them were like rays of Qi, swallowing and spitting out light. They moved and circled within the light, flickering.
He shook his sleeves, like a general ordering his troops. The twenty-four Origin Leaving Yin Flying Sabers immediately gathered into four groups, and divided into six groups. They were spread out over three hundred feet in all directions. Only then did he cast a spell and slashed down.
After Zhang Yan received the Yin Yang Flying Saber Technique, although he did not practice it, he knew quite a lot about the variations of the saber's power. Later on, he observed Xu Cuo's fight, so he already had a good grasp of the technique. He let out a long laugh, and with a flick of his sleeves, the sword light shook and turned into seven rays of light that swept up.
Shen Ming Gu and Zhang Yan fought for a few rounds, but suddenly felt that something was wrong.
He had been watching the battle for a long time, and could clearly see that Zhang Yan's sword path was a steady and defensive one. Thus, he had already thought of a way to deal with it.
However, the opponent's sword path had suddenly become incomparably sharp, and it was very different from stone. He felt that every strike of the opponent's seemed to be aimed at his vital points, purposely taking advantage of the gaps and slashing at places that were extremely uncomfortable for him. From the beginning, he was forced to the point that his hands and feet were tied, and he could not use his saber's power.
However, Zhang Yan did not let him go. Seeing that the sword's power had been channeled to the extreme, the seven rays of sword light were overbearing, constantly attacking, and not giving his opponent a chance to fight back.
Shen Ming Gu's judgment was wrong, and he lost one move, and fell into a disadvantageous position. At first, he seemed to be able to exchange blows with Zhang Yan, and the saber light was gradually compressed to a few feet, and he was barely able to maintain his order. However, everyone could see that he would be defeated sooner or later.
This scene shocked everyone present. Shen Ming Gu was famous in the East Sea, and even Ceng Han from Chongyue Zhen Temple did not dare to say that he could win. Who would have thought that in a short while, he would be beaten to such a sorry state by Zhang Yan, and could only defend himself.
However, Shen Ming Gu also had his own difficulties. It was not that he was inferior to Zhang Yan by too much, but in a battle between experts like them, even the slightest flaw would be caught by the opponent, and if he did not use his magical weapon, it would be very difficult for him to turn the tables.
After Ceng Han took the medicinal pill, he sat on the Bao Zhi Zhi and adjusted his breathing a few times. His wounds had recovered, and his Qi flow had also stabilized. Only then did he stand up.
He looked up and saw that Shen Ming Gu was clenching his teeth and holding on, as if he was about to lose. His eyes narrowed, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. With a flick of his finger, a flying needle flew towards Zhang Yan's back.
This move of his was not to help Shen Ming Gu. With his insight, he could naturally see the real reason why Shen Ming Gu was being suppressed. Therefore, he only needed to slightly restrain Zhang Yan. Once Shen Ming Gu recovered his breath, he would be able to reverse the situation, and the two of them would definitely fight even more intensely, allowing him to reap the benefits.
Who would have guessed that Zhang Yan did not pay any attention to him. The sword in his hand did not change at all, and he only used the Mysterious Contract with the Spirit, allowing the flying needle to pierce his body. However, the needle seemed to have encountered a layer of sturdy material, and could not pierce through.
Ceng Han's heart shook, and he hurriedly withdrew the flying needle. Seeing that there were no traces of blood on the tip of the needle, he was shocked and suspicious. He thought to himself, "Could it be that this Zhang Yan has a protective treasure on him?
His eyes flickered, and he thought to himself, "Today, I have already offended this person. If I don't get rid of him, he will become a great enemy of mine in the future."
He was also a decisive person, and thinking to this point, he no longer hesitated. With a shout, he jumped back into the battle, controlled the flying needle, and once again attacked Zhang Yan.
Shen Ming Gu could not help but be overjoyed. Even though he did not know why the opponent wanted to save him, he was at the end of his rope, and if he did not retrieve a treasure, it would be difficult for him to resist.
But Zhang Yan's attacks were like a tidal wave, how would he have time to retrieve a treasure?
In moments of crisis like this, it was easy to see the difference between a treasure with a true consciousness and a normal treasure. Once the treasure felt that its owner's life was in danger, it would automatically come out to protect its owner.
Originally, with the Killer Shade Blade, Shen Ming Gu was not afraid. But now, for some reason, the blade was not moving, and he felt that his life would be in danger.
Now that Ceng Han had arrived, he saw a glimmer of hope. If he put in more effort, there was a high chance that he could join forces and kill Zhang Yan.
Thinking to this point, he immediately became spirited, and was about to raise his blade again.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Yan pointed his finger, and the seven swords vibrated. Suddenly, seven more swords split into seven swords, and they went to meet Ceng Han. Shen Ming Gu, who had just shown signs of a counterattack, was suppressed by him in the blink of an eye.
"This Zhang Yan, he can split into fourteen swords in one breath?"
At this moment, not only the people present, but even Ceng Han and Shen Ming Gu were also shocked.
Zhang Yan had just fought with Ceng Han for a while, and he was already familiar with the changes. Now, there was no need for him to hold back. With a push of his mind, the seven swords flashed, and in just a moment, Ceng Han was sweating profusely.
When Ceng Han saw that he was fighting against two people alone, and not only was he not at a disadvantage, but he was also suppressing the two of them, he was even more fearful of him.
He looked around and saw that there were no less than a hundred disciples from the Wudang Spiritual Palace and the Nanhua Sect surrounding them, and there were more than a thousand wandering cultivators and unaffiliated sects watching the battle. His heart moved, and he shouted, "Fellow Daoists, why are you sitting at the side and watching! This person has the decree of the Immortal Palace, whoever takes him down will get this Immortal Abode! "
Chu Jiu and Qiu Ju looked at each other and immediately jumped into the battlefield. The disciples of the Wudang Spiritual Palace and the Nanhua Sect also came to their senses and joined the battle.
With someone taking the lead, the other cultivators watching the battle also seemed to see an advantage. Immediately, dozens of people took out the flying swords in their hands and attacked together.
Zhang Yan saw all kinds of lights rising and falling on the surface of the sea, and the spirit Qi was like a tide that rolled over like a raging wave, causing his robe to flutter.
Facing this fierce attack, not only was he not afraid, but the fighting spirit in his heart was also aroused. He let out a long howl that could stop the clouds, and he shook the sword pellet open. In an instant, sixteen brilliant swords flashed up into the sky!
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