Wen Ziqing operated the Deity Spirit at the fastest speed in his life to reattach the broken finger and sew it up with the Psyche Needles. In the process of doing all this, the Psyche Needles had already sewn the bodies of the three shadows together, which suddenly restricted their movements and made them vulnerable. Wei Shu took the opportunity to kill them with his flying sword.
The Deity Spirit and the Psyche Needles were both unique secret skills of the Dragon Elephant Mountain. The former could explore other people's bodies, heal internal injuries, and comb the human body's flesh and blood structure. For example, to reattach the broken finger, it needed to remove the necrotic tissue. The Psyche Needles could replace the silver needles to defend against the enemy. At the same time, it could also be used as the Divine Sense, which was even more detailed than the Divine Sense. For example, Su Xingyu even refined this secret skill into a Precious Weapon and created the "Thousand Butterflies". Every time he released a thousand Psyche Needles, he could control them at will.
Wen Ziqing did not have the help of the "Thousand Butterflies", but he could put more than three hundred needles outside his body. This was also the reason why Yan Li asked him to deal with the shadow hall. More than three hundred Psyche Needles outside his body were enough for him to face the shadow assassins calmly. Of course, the reality was not so simple. Otherwise, how could the finger be cut off?
The finger was cut off by a shadow. If he reacted any slower, it would not be the finger that was cut off.
Wei Shu was panting, and his sword fingers began to tremble. At this moment, he deeply understood the true insight of his Master's words, "The Tao is made by planning, and the plan is made by all. Hard work day after day, month after month, year after year, you can achieve the Tao." If he could work harder and not be afraid of hardship, he would not be tired after riding the sword for three thousand times. If he could ride the sword for thirty thousand times, or even three hundred thousand times, what would the enemy be?
He was not familiar with Wen Ziqing. They only met a few times and knew each other's names. From the first few meetings, Wen Ziqing did not give him a very good impression. He had a feeling that there was a hidden dagger in his smile. His smile and attitude seemed to be a natural disguise, which was the kind of person that a swordsman hated the most. Now, he did not change his opinion, but a feeling of admiration rose from the bottom of his heart. Before the avalanche, they still had the stone pillar to rely on. Wen Ziqing led a dozen cultivators to defend, and although it was difficult, they could still hold on. At this point, Xue Kuang's words had caused many cultivators to lose their will to fight. At the beginning of the fight, a few of them used their injuries as a cover and refused to get up. Although he had changed from wandering to support, it did not change the disadvantage he was in. Furthermore, other than the two changes mentioned above, there was still the third and most fatal change. Every shadow had two Ghost Generals by their side.
Ghost generals not only had thick skin, but they also wore armor. How could the generals of the Dragonblood Legion compare to ordinary soldiers? They were elites amongst elites under the Grand General's command. It was extremely difficult to kill each of them. In just half an hour, the two of them had many injuries on their bodies. At this moment, they were like arrows at the end of their flight.
The two of them stood back to back. Shadows kept touching the Psychic Needles and making slight explosions. But the sound was getting weaker and weaker, which meant that Wen Ziqing's Zhenqi was running out.
The reason why Wei Shu admired Wen Ziqing was because even though Wen Ziqing wasn't the type of person he liked, he was brave and fearless at the critical moment. He had always believed that those who did not lose their righteousness were heroes.
"Brother Wen, I don't have any more medicine on me. What about you …"
"I will also stop here …"
Wen Ziqing's eyelids were heavy as if they were filled with lead. The Psychic Needles around him disappeared one by one. He bitterly smiled, "I didn't expect that I would die together with brother Wei in the Devil World!"
"Hahaha, a hero at the end of his life …" Wei Shu laughed.
Wen Ziqing still bitterly smiled. He really didn't agree with Wei Shu's self-description of himself as a hero, but he didn't have the strength to retort.
More than a dozen curved blades aimed at various vital points, stabbing towards the two of them.
Just when the two of them closed their eyes and were about to kill themselves as a final resistance, a heaven-shaking sword cry suddenly rang out. It was as loud and clear as the song of dawn. Under the bright sun, on the top of the light, on the shallow stream, on the quiet soil of the forest, on the rivers, lakes, and swamps, it sounded like someone was whispering. The words were like jade, and the words were like pearls, shaking the wind and clouds, shaking the Three Realms.
"The way of the sword is very simple and easy, and the meaning is very deep and profound …"
…
Ying still couldn't believe that such a young girl could have the actual combat skills that only people of his age could have, and even more terrifying calmness. How strong of a mind did she need to be to achieve this?
He and Faceless had fought fiercely for two rounds, but they didn't gain much advantage. The only gain was that the little girl finally showed signs of exhaustion. But it was not until the opponent's flaws were revealed that he finally realized that the little girl had always been in a defensive position. She had feigned many attacks to lure them to continue to press forward. However, every time she seemed to be trapped in a swamp. He couldn't kill her, nor could he retreat. When he tried to escape, the result was the same.
When he realized this, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. If he could wake up early during this period of entanglement and let Faceless restrain her, he could have done so many things.
Realizing that he had been tricked by the little girl, he felt a sense of resentment in his heart. Because he had already confirmed that the entire battlefield was one-sided, there was no need for him to hold back. He aimed his curved saber at the little girl's vital points every time.
Ji Zhiyuan soon noticed Ying's change. She was becoming more and more powerless. Even if she perfectly exerted all the skills she had learned in her life, she was limited by the amount of Genuine Qi and had to make a choice.
She had opportunities that ordinary people couldn't have, and at the critical moment, she naturally had choices that ordinary people couldn't have. She had two choices at the last moment: one was to force the two shadows to retreat and escape with the remaining Genuine Qi. She was confident that she could escape to the Wall of Kunlun; the other was to use all her remaining strength to trigger the Divine Prohibition of the Rain Bell to confine the two shadows for a period of time, although she didn't know what she could do during this period.
If she eliminated the first choice, people would say that she was pedantic.
The situation of the battlefield was so clear that there was no chance of winning. Staying here was just waiting for death.
But she wouldn't hesitate. It had nothing to do with kindness or kindness. She was simply a tenacious and unyielding warrior when she was thinking about saving others.
She was a warrior, and a real warrior wouldn't run away. Moreover, she had courage that even Yan Li couldn't match. No matter when or where, she could face any difficulties bravely.
The Rain Bell burst out with divine light.
Ying glanced at it and felt that something was wrong. She secretly transmitted her voice to Faceless, "Retreat!"
At this time, the sound of a sword resounded through the sky and the earth, shaking the universe.
"The way of the sword is very subtle and easy, and its meaning is very deep and serene. The Way of Heaven is short of one of the four Nines. All living beings have a spirit inside and a fixed instrument outside. Only then can they determine the number of one. The one who takes this one is the supreme man … "
The indistinct chanting came from afar. The two shadows looked at each other in horror. When they looked back, Ji Zhiyuan's shadow was nowhere to be seen.
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