The real defense was the string of prayer beads!
The prayer beads were used to record time, but when used in battle, they could help him dodge most of the attacks, making use of the time difference!
This ability was very impressive! Against single attacks, he was almost unharmed. However, Lou Xiaoyi didn't only have one flying sword, but millions of them! Under the echelon attacks, there would always be flying swords that didn't have enough time to land on his body!
Therefore, against such a divine body, the best way to deal with it was to divide the sword light and combine it with the Dao of Massacre. However, this also brought about a problem. Because this person had the prayer beads, he could control time in a very small range. Therefore, every time Lou Xiaoyi gathered his flying swords, he would never be able to hit him!
How many flying swords would it take to break this person's greatest time difference ability? This would determine how many swords Lou Xiaoyi could gather and slash down! This required a process of exploration!
He didn't have much time!
This was a simple arithmetic problem. First of all, a portion of his one million sword beams had to be diverted to meet the incoming arrows. These arrows, which followed him like shadows and possessed great destructive power, were the full force attack of a Nascent Divinity cultivator. He did not want to take the hit himself.
Then, he had to gather the remaining sword lights into a few consecutive slashes to break through this person's time difference defense?
If he split too much, he would definitely be able to hit him. However, if the power of each slash was too little, it would be easily healed by the water jar. If he split too little, it would indeed cause more serious damage, requiring him to draw water multiple times to heal himself. However, it was also possible that he wouldn't be able to hit him because of the magical time difference defense!
Lou Xiaoyi only needed to find the most scientific way to gather and distribute the flying swords, and he would be able to decide whether he could kill this person or not!
In the blink of an eye, more than twenty breaths had passed. Lou Xiaoyi finally found this point. It was nine slashes!
In other words, when he gathered nine sword lights in a single breath, one of them would definitely be able to hit this person's body and cause damage! This was also the greatest damage he could cause!
Next, it would depend on this person's self-healing ability!
If he didn't have the support of the other two High Priests, he would definitely win if the battle dragged on. However, now that the support was on the way, this method of accumulating small injuries was very torturous!
How many breaths were left? Was there enough time?
Regardless of whether he could make it in time, he had to kill him first!
Right now, the highest level of Sword Light Division he could achieve was one million and two hundred thousand. Excluding the three hundred thousand Sword Light Division that had to be used to deal with arrows at any time and place, the remaining nine hundred thousand Sword Light Division could be combined into one Sword Light Division for every one hundred thousand Sword Light Division. Thus, if he could consecutively slash out nine times in one breath, there would definitely be one Sword Light Division that could break through the opponent's time gap!
It could only be averaged out because this person's Time Difference Defense could accurately determine which of his converged sword lights was the weakest. That way, he would suffer the least damage.
In a battle between Major Cultivators, schemes and tricks were becoming less and less useful. Most of the time, they relied on their own strength to fight head-on. The people of Heng River Tribe were well aware of Lou Xiaoyi's tactics, but he was also confident that even though he would be injured, he could hold on until his two companions arrived!
This was a battle of tactics and willpower. Lou Xiaoyi won because of his sharp judgment and ability to find the most suitable method in the shortest amount of time! He only used five breaths to understand that the Dao Realm of Slaughter was the most effective. Another five breaths to understand that the Sword Light Division was the most effective. Finally, he used ten breaths to find the solution!
The cultivators of Heng River Tribe were strong in their willpower. Even though he knew that he would suffer great damage, the orthodoxy of Heng River Tribe was never afraid of being hurt. In a sense, they all had the tendency to torture themselves. They saw pain as the only way to reach the other side!
He had to keep this Swordsman! How could he keep him? He couldn't keep him with a bow and arrow. He was well aware of the huge difference between his attack power and the Swordsman's. If he wanted to keep him, he could only use his own life as bait!
Seeing that he was about to succeed, he couldn't just run away, right? The cultivators of Heng River Tribe had a special method of communication. He was well aware that his two companions were just twenty breaths away. He just had to hold on for twenty breaths!
The nine Sword Light Division slashed down continuously. As he expected, one of them left a deep wound on the four-headed, four-armed golden body of the cultivator. This person obviously didn't have Kunal's ability, so the damage couldn't be shared by the Saintesses. However, he immediately splashed a handful of river water on him and half of the wound was healed!
Lou Xiaoyi's next attack came right after. Another nine Sword Light Division slashed down continuously. Such a continuous and powerful attack made the orthodoxy of Heng River Tribe speechless. He couldn't imagine that a Daoist Yin Master could have such terrifying explosive power. He couldn't imagine that a Daoist Yin Master could easily crush a Primordial Soul Grand Priest like him to the ground!
However, that was the reality. Within ten breaths, the Swordsman's attack didn't show any signs of weakening!
He could only heal half of his body after ten attacks. The orthodoxy of Heng River Tribe felt that his control over his body was starting to become slightly uncomfortable. He knew that his original idea was a little simplistic. When the damage exceeded a certain level, his ability to use his strength would inevitably be affected.
The power of the arrows he shot would be weakened, and the opponent would have more time to attack! His control over the time difference would also be messed up. This meant that for every nine attacks, it wouldn't be just one that would land on his body. There could be two or even three attacks!
Between luring the opponent to stay and losing his life, he chose the latter without hesitation! If he died, what was the point of luring the enemy?
One of his arms squeezed hard, and the useless scepter was crushed into powder! However, the benefit it brought to him was that all of his injuries were healed!
Thirty breaths had already passed! From afar, he could already feel two powerful waves of spiritual vigor coming from the direction of the Indigo Realm!
He had revealed his cards. If the Swordsman was aware of this, he would immediately run! After that, he would begin a long pursuit!
However, the Swordsman was more resilient than he had imagined. He was clearly overdrawing his own strength. The Sword Light Division increased once again, increasing to a terrifying one million and five hundred thousand Sword Light Division!
It was still nine Sword Light Division slashing down continuously. However, the power of each Sword Light Division increased by twenty percent!
How much longer can you last like this? The orthodoxy of Heng River Tribe went all out. He didn't believe that he wouldn't be able to last the last ten breaths!
The damage had left deep scars on his body. This twenty percent increase in power made it even more difficult for him to recover! However, no matter how difficult it was, he would not give up on his perseverance!
Five breaths left! The damage on his body had once again reached the limit of his ability. The blood of the Eternal River flowed through his veins. He decided to take a gamble. At most, his soul would return to the Eternal River!
His perseverance had finally paid off! The Swordsman retreated!
Obviously, the Swordsman knew that he couldn't deal with the combined forces of three Grand Ritual Masters of the Eternal River Tribe. Therefore, he leapt forward, and the river of Sword Light Division converged into a single sword and slashed down at the orthodoxy of Heng River Tribe!
This sword contained one million and five hundred thousand Sword Light Division. Of course, he couldn't withstand such power. However, it didn't matter. With the time difference of the rosary beads, what was the use of the flying swords if they couldn't hit him?
At this moment, he suddenly felt that something was wrong! The time difference seemed to have become stagnant …
There was a kind of emotion, it was called memory! To the passage of time, to the passing of time!
Only the shadow of the sword had accurately struck him! His time difference slowed down as he recalled, as if there was a force pulling him …
Alright, back to the Eternal River!
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