Yao Zhenjun's sword will hung high in the air. "Forced Light Rotation", the Art of Life on the Sword illuminated the sky. Wherever the sword light reached, there was nothing it could not reach.
Thanks to Xuntian Dao Zhang, she knew a thing or two about Tianxia's various Taoist techniques even if she had never seen them before. Thus, she could tell at a glance that what the other party used just now was the most common "Yin Yang Transformation".
This technique was based on the "Yin Death and Yang Life" technique. When one body died, the other would live. However, it required a certain type of object to be sacrificed beforehand, so it could be considered a type of death substitution technique.
When it turned from illusion to reality, it was at the boundary between life and death. It was useless to cut it because before it turned into reality, it was an unknown and unborn thing. If it was cut after it was born, as long as new shadows could be created, it would be difficult to kill it.
Although she could kill all the illusions at will, if it was useless and she could not determine the result, it would only wear down the sword will. Thus, she would rather hang in the air than land.
Although she could not find the other party's weakness now, she believed that she would find it sooner or later in the battle.
Daoist Feng tested the sword just now. He knew that he also had a way to counter it. However, his trouble did not lie in this. Instead, it lay in the fact that the sword light seemed to be able to travel back and forth, and the Sword Master was standing within the formation, so he had nowhere to attack. He wanted to go back and prepare before coming back. However, since he had already taken the pill, it would not be good for him to go back without doing anything.
"Forget it, it's just a loss. As long as this city still exists, I can always make up for it if I break it later."
He channeled his mana and the brocade cloud outside his body came over. The cloud above him turned into a canopy. He flicked his sleeve and hid within it. Then, he reached out and took out a blood-colored banner. With a wave, a blood-colored light spread out.
Within the light, there were countless blood shadows that looked just like him. These were the blood Qi spirituality that had been collected during the war over the past few years. They were prepared to be refined into blood seeds. However, if they were to be used in battle, they could only be used once.
He waved the banner a few times, and the light turned into a large blood-colored ocean. It swept across the sky and dyed the surrounding world red. Waves of a fishy and sweet smell spread from it. The color was so dense that it could not be dispersed, and it caused one to feel dizzy just by looking at it.
The blood ocean surged forward under the influence of the banner, covering the Mianlu City. Soon, it collided with the formation. There were traces of lightning-like light jumping and flashing between the Qi activities of both sides. The formation was also constantly being melted.
Not long after, the entire city was enveloped in a blood-red color. Everything outside could no longer be seen. From the outside, it looked like a huge blood cocoon had condensed.
Yin Huanting looked at the wriggling blood water above and the shadows that were constantly swaying back and forth. He ordered everyone around him to take a spirit-clearing pill. At the same time, he ordered, "Take care of all the fellow Daoists. Guard the formation and isolate the blood Qi. Calm the people in the city. Also, please rest assured, Zhu Zonghu. As long as the formation is not broken, this person will not be able to enter."
He had seen such a scene many times when he was outside. When the Xuan Zun of Shangchen arrived, it always covered the entire planet. Its Qi filled the void, and its momentum was always greater than what was before them. They also had rich experience in dealing with such a situation.
At this moment, Zhu Zonghu was sitting in the main hall, calming the people down. However, he was still calm. He had seen such an attack many times over the years. Moreover, this time, they had cultivators of the same level to fight against it. It was much better than the previous time.
At the top of the hundred-story platform, Yao Zhenjun stood alone under the blood Qi that filled the sky. She focused on the blood shadows. As the sword light flashed past, her heart told her that every blood shadow could be said to be Daoist Feng himself. Killing one would give birth to another. Coupled with the change of Yin and Yang, it was almost impossible to kill him with one strike.
Since that was the case, then she would just count them all.
She no longer guarded her sword intent. Without hesitation, she drew her sword. As the sword rang, her figure suddenly disappeared from the platform.
At the same time, above the boundless blood, a layer of gentle sword light bloomed, illuminating the blood. This was Yao Zhenjun getting up and escaping into the sword light. She made her move to kill thousands of blood shadows. Because the sword light jumped back and forth, before one sword was extinguished, another sword rose. Thus, a curtain of sword light was formed.
Daoist Feng saw this and couldn't help but sneer. He seemed to be mocking Yao Zhenjun's choice. His blood shadows were endless. When Yin was gone, Yang was born. The cycle repeated. How many could she kill?
Moreover, the sword light jumped back and forth. It seemed unstoppable, but the main body should be hiding in it. This made it more convenient for him to make his move.
He reached out and took out a long incense. With a spell, sparks flashed on the top of the incense. Thick smoke spewed out and rose into the air. This smoke had the effect of delaying adhesion. It could also contain poison. As long as one was touched by it, one's Qi would be obstructed. Even if there was a pause, he could capture the main body of the sword owner. Then, it would be easy to deal with him.
Zhang Yu sat in the hall and watched the exchange of blows between the two parties. From the looks of it, even though the other party didn't use the Void Projection technique, but to be honest, it wasn't too bad either. It should be due to the fact that this evil cultivator's cultivation base was extremely high. In fact, if this person continued to cultivate like this and could always improve, there would be a day when he would automatically send his Qi into the void.
This kind of method was actually one level higher than Yao Zhenjun. However, sword cultivators couldn't be measured by common sense. Especially when Yao Zhenjun didn't stand in the formation. Instead, she escaped. Purely discussing battle tactics was a move that cut off one's escape route. No matter how one looked at it, it wasn't wise. However, when it came to sword cultivators, it felt very normal.
Pure sword cultivators would never give themselves a way out. They would usually pour all their Qi and will into one place. Other cultivators usually couldn't do this.
Moreover, he could see that Yao Zhenjun's Qi and will were all placed on her sword. At this moment, she had completely forgotten that she was a reflection. Her spirit and body had completely merged. If this reflection was destroyed, her own consciousness would also be destroyed. Even if she went to this world and stayed with Tianxia, she would only be an empty shell.
However, because of this kind of investment, the sword will would also climb to an unprecedented height.
At this moment, the smoke that Daoist Feng summoned became thicker and thicker. It merged with the blood water. When he finished setting up, as long as Yao Zhenjun's sword radiance slashed the blood shadow, she would definitely be infected with the poison. When that time comes, he would capture her body and break her sword escape.
However, he soon realized that something was wrong. The sword will was getting higher and higher, but it was almost compatible with his Qi dynamic. In this process, more and more blood shadows were being killed. Although they were constantly being created, the sword will was getting more and more smooth. At this moment, he couldn't help but change his expression. He understood Yao Zhenjun's plan.
This was the exhaustion of ten thousand changes to one. After killing hundreds of millions of blood shadows, as long as the sword will was still there, the sword technique would undergo a transformation until it evolved into a strike that directly attacked the root.
This was a method of using the superior to bully the weak. If he really became a Virtual Entity and his divine Qi didn't enter the world, then it wouldn't matter if his body was killed. However, this was ultimately an illusion. Although he had the supernatural power of Yin and Yang Transformation, everything was still in the world. It was just that it changed back and forth from time to time. Once he encountered a method of suppression that was of a higher level and was specifically targeted at him, then it could directly kill him from the root and destroy everything.
At this moment, he suddenly thought of the "Ling Kong Hexagram" that he had deduced before he left. How similar was it to the scene before him? He couldn't help but be shocked. Was the hexagram supposed to be here?
He had always believed in his deductions. When this thought arose, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case. This battle was destined to be disadvantageous to him.
Once he confirmed this, his aura unconsciously weakened by thirty percent. Furthermore, the supernatural power of the sword was extremely sensitive to the changes in aura. It could be said to be all-pervasive. Once he retreated here, he would immediately take advantage of the situation and become even more aggressive.
Daoist Feng snorted. He increasingly felt that this battle was impossible, but it didn't matter. He wasn't fully prepared for this battle. There were accidents everywhere. Therefore, he decided to temporarily retreat while the cover of the blood water was still present. Next time, he would be more prepared before engaging the enemy in battle. That way, his chances of winning would be much higher.
There was actually nothing wrong with his choice of battle tactics. If he had the opportunity to overwhelm the enemy with a greater advantage, then why would he fight to the death? This was completely different from a sword cultivator's determination to either not fight or to win. To a sword cultivator, every battle was a chance to comprehend techniques and sharpen the sword.
At this moment, he stirred up the blood water, and when the Blood Qi became a bit thicker, he released it. With a boom, the blood water turned into tens of thousands of blood shadows that shot out in all directions. As long as one of them retreated, he would be able to escape safely.
When Yao Zhenjun saw that the enemy had chosen to retreat, she didn't give chase. This was because she had already won this battle. She only wanted to win, not to fight to the death. She even faintly hoped that the enemy would be even more powerful the next time he came. That would help her continue to sharpen her sword.
With a flash of light, her figure appeared on the high platform again. After the sword in her hand let out a clear sound of victory, she put it back into its sheath. She reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear as she watched the surging blood light leave.
Zhang Yu stood in the hall and watched the blood shadows leave. Although Yao Zhenjun didn't give chase, an enemy like this had to be eliminated.
It could be seen that the enemy didn't care about the method of battle. He was someone who would do anything to achieve his goal. This kind of person definitely couldn't be given another chance.
In addition, he had to give King Xi enough deterrence so that he couldn't treat Mian Lu City as a place that could be easily manipulated. If this person escaped, then to a certain extent, the truth of Mian Lu City would be exposed.
With a thought, a shadow formed in the sky. He turned around and sat down on the praying mat. He continued to meditate and didn't look at the result of the battle.
After Daoist Feng flew far away, he saw that Yao Zhenjun didn't chase after him. Moreover, her sword intent didn't envelop him. He knew that he had escaped. Just as he was thinking about how to deal with this person next time, his heart palpitated.
He paused and raised his head to look up. He saw the shadow of a young Daoist with a lofty aura standing there. Jade mist and starlight surrounded him. His aura was high and indistinct, as if he was standing above the nine heavens. At this moment, he was looking at him with an indifferent gaze.
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