He swung the sword with Heavenly Reliance, revealing his abilities. There were no complicated moves, only determination to cut through everything.
At this moment of life and death, Hwa Seung-zan's eyes recovered their clarity. His mind was unprecedentedly clear. The light from the sword filled his vision, but the figure in white remained in his mind. He smiled. He still could not forget her after all!
"You're looking to die!"
Li Qingshan's eyes almost popped out of his head. He spread his fingers and reached out, using the Gravity of the Earth.
Hwa Seung-zan immediately rose into the air, flying towards Li Qingshan. However, he was not as fast as Heavenly Reliance. Just when he was about to be cleaved in half, he extended a jade folding fan and blocked Heavenly Reliance.
The atmospheric winds and the light clashed violently, kicking up violent gusts of wind that rumbled through the hall.
Gu Yanying arrived with the wind, arriving first despite having set out later. Her white clothes drifted about.
"Commander Gu!" Hwa Seung-zan widened his eyes and stared at her deeply.
"Gu Yanying, do you want to help this wretched daemon as well? Don't forget who you are! "The palace master glared at Gu Yanying, and his gaze condensed into an invisible sword intent.
"This person has publicly exposed the wretched daemon's evil deeds. You should be rewarding him. Why must you kill him?"
Gu Yanying's eyes turned into a hawk's eyes, as if they could see through everything. She nullified the invisible sword intent, which made her seem even more valiant.
"He's a member of my Sword Collection palace now. I have my own ways of dealing with him. Do you really think you can stop me?"
The palace master slapped the hilt of his sword, and Heavenly Reliance turned into a streak of light as it shot off. Sword manipulation had always been the foundation of cultivators of the sword. After it left his hand, Heavenly Reliance was like a serpent that had plunged into the ocean. It was even faster than when it was in his hand, slashing towards Hwa Seung-zan viciously.
"Scorching Wind Hell!"
However, Gu Yanying seemed to have been expecting this. Before the flying sword had even shot out, she had already unfurled her jade folding fan. With a gentle wave, rolling hot winds whistled and swallowed Hwa Seung-zan, sucking him into the Scorching Wind Hell.
"Self-created domain!"
The Heavenly Sword missed and flew back into the palace master's hand. He pointed the tip at Gu Yanying. "Gu Yanying, I'd like to see how long you can last. If you don't hand over Hwa Seung-zan, don't even think about leaving! "
Hwa Seung-zan knew far too many secrets of the Sword Collection palace. He had to die!
"Very long." Gu Yanying smiled.
"Thank you, Commander Gu!" Li Qingshan said.
"You're welcome. This is my friendship with Littleflower. It has nothing to do with you. But you better do something!"
Gu Yanying waved her hand without even turning her head. She waved her jade folding fan, stirring up a hot wind to melt the whistling Sword Qi.
A self-created domain and the manifestation of hell. Such a move was indeed powerful, but it also required a great deal of effort. It was impossible to maintain it for a long time, not to mention the fact that he had to block the attack of a great sword cultivator.
"Alright!"
Li Qingshan no longer had any worries. He looked around at the hostile faces around him and the boundless buddhist kingdom that glowed with golden light. Pride immediately filled his chest, and he raised his blade. "I'd like to see what you're capable of. If you end up dying under my blade, don't even think about regretting it in the afterlife. Come!"
"Wretched daemon, don't you dare speak so arrogantly!"
The first to strike was a pale-faced, slightly plump, middle-aged man in the distance. He was the grandmaster from the famed sect. He formed a seal with his hands and called out.
"Freeze!"
The simple word contained endless power. It was infused with his entire life's worth of cultivation, and it was the famed incantation of the famed sect, the Freeze Incantation!
The grandmaster smiled calmly. "I've already frozen this daemon. Please kill him, grandmasters!"
He was rather disapproving inside, "You really don't know your place. Even if you have the supreme strength to kill Ming Fei with a single punch, even a Daemon King will die here with so many of us working together. Do you think you'll be able to overturn the situation?"
Li Qingshan shuddered. He was immediately immobilized.
"I'll lend you a hand, fellow!"
In a battle of life and death, even a split second of hesitation could determine life and death.
"Guardian King Demon Subduing!"
The Dauntless monk bellowed out, and the four guardian kings struck together. Under the effects of the Guardian King Demon Subduing Formation, the four powers combined into a single strike, turning into a colossal vajra that smashed down.
"Break!" Li Qingshan bellowed out. It was the Tiger Demon's Fierce Roar, breaking free from the Freeze Incantation in a single stroke and blocking the falling vajra with his blade.
Boom! The ground cracked and collapsed, and the great hall shook.
The grandmaster paled and could not help but take a step back. He never thought his "Freeze Incantation" would actually be broken so quickly, and the tiger's roar seemed to ring out right beside his ear, making him dizzy and suffering from a backlash.
Before the tiger's roar had even subsided, the dragon's roar rang out again. At first, it was as thin as a thread, but in the blink of an eye, it blanketed the surroundings like a soaring dragon, directly pouring into his head. His blood surged, and he took another step back.
"The Chant of Deva-Nāga!"
The Dauntless monk was alarmed. All he saw was Little Ann open her mouth slightly, and the dragon's roar rolled out endlessly. It was the supreme cultivation technique of the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga, the Chant of Deva-Nāga!
Right now, she was so dignified. She was clearly still the outstanding disciple he had high hopes for, or even the successor of the bodhisattva. Her white monk robes drifted about, and she no longer gave off the slightest sense of blasphemy. The Chant of Deva-Nāga was even more wondrous and filled with zen. Even the Monk Kings could not help but admire her.
"One Will, oh One Will, why do you insist on going your own way, abandoning yourself to depravity?"
Little Ann was speechless.
The grandmaster staggered back five or six steps and spat out a mouthful of blood. He stared at Little Ann in disbelief, but the dragon's roar still refused to let him go. Instead, it grew louder and louder, like a rope slowly tightening around him. He basically could not breathe.
A woman's graceful, pleasant voice rang out from behind. "I've come to assist you, fellow!" It was like the sound of nature in his ears.
A noblewoman with long, flowing hair held a pipa carved from green jade. She looked at Little Ann and said, "The Chant of Deva-Nāga really does live up to its reputation. Come and try out my school of Music's' Wondrous Sound 'as well!"
She plucked the strings gently, and there was a clang, cutting through the dragon's roar like a sharp blade.
The grandmaster eased up inside and clasped her hands. "Thank you, fellow!"
"I'll play the 'Ambush from Ten Sides' to liven things up for you all. Kill these two daemons quickly!"
The grandmaster of the school of Music smiled and plucked the strings even more frantically. Her hands left behind a series of blurs as if she had sprouted thousands of hands in that instant. There was the noise of the large strings twanging, the small strings cutting, the cavalry charging forward, and the clang of blades and spears. The invisible music rushed towards Li Qingshan and Little Ann like an army.
Suddenly, there was a flash beside her. Her dress drifted about, and a gloomy voice rang out by her ear. "Who do you want to kill?"
"Your highness … Don't!" She raised her head and met the Dark Queen's cold gaze before seeing the Myriad Ghost Banner in her hand.
With a wave of the Myriad Ghost Banner, the wails and wails of ten thousand ghosts rang through the grand hall, drowning out the surging music.
The army had all been reduced to ghosts.
The grandmaster of the school of Music was sent flying, colliding heavily against the glistening wall. The strings snapped one by one.
"Dark Queen!" The grandmaster glared at her furiously.
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