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He took a deep breath, touched the ground with his toes, and, taking advantage of the swirling dust, moved forward like a ghost.
Each step was precisely placed in Wei Changxuan's hearing blind spot, and the specially made soft velvet on the soles of the boots completely eliminated the sound of the footsteps.
The poisoned dagger was aimed directly at Wei Changxuan's Dazhui acupoint on the back of his head, the point where the Ren and Du meridians meet.
Once hit, even a god cannot save you.
Zhuge Yun could even see the opponent's relaxed back as he sheathed his sword, and the skin on the back of his neck rising and falling with his breathing.
He had waited too long for this moment, and finally, he saw Wei Changxuan's true energy dissipate, leaving him completely unprepared.
As dusk deepened, a wind carrying the stench of blood swept in, whipping up withered leaves.
Zhuge Yun's palms were sweating profusely, and his knuckles turned white from the force he exerted.
The lingering echo of the Xuan Tie sword being sheathed still reverberated in the air, making his temples throb.
Just one more step forward, just half a breath faster—and this number one swordsman in the world will lose his life at his hands!
Brother Wei, I'm sorry. With a hoarse whisper mixed with the howling night wind, Zhuge Yun's toes touched the ground like an arrow released from a bow.
The poisoned short blade gleamed with a cold, eerie blue light, aiming straight for Wei Changxuan's back three inches from the center. The force of the wind it generated even swirled the withered leaves on the ground into tiny vortexes.
He had secretly practiced this attack countless times, waiting for the moment when the opponent's true energy dissipated, so that even a Great Luo Golden Immortal would find it difficult to escape.
*Thud!* A muffled, teeth-grinding sound exploded in the air, and Zhuge Yun's pupils constricted sharply.
The short blade that should have pierced flesh was now entangled by a shimmering silver ribbon.
The ribbon seemed to have a life of its own, deftly twisting and turning, firmly locking the poisoned blade in place.
A sweet, cloying smell of blood mixed with a cold fragrance wafted over, and Zhuge Yun was startled to realize that Yan Feifei had somehow appeared behind Wei Changxuan like a ghost.
The girl's white dress fluttered in the wind, and the vermilion birthmark between her brows looked like dripping blood in the twilight.
With a slight flick of her jade-like hand, the silver ribbon tightened instantly, causing the short blade to groan under the strain.
As expected, you are the real mastermind. Her voice was clear and cold, like shattered jade thrown into ice, yet every word seemed to carry immense force.
Zhuge Yun's veins bulged as he forcefully pulled back his short blade.
The metallic friction sound was extremely harsh, and sparks even appeared on the surface of the silver ribbon.
He staggered back half a step, looked at the bloody marks on his palm, and suddenly threw his head back and laughed:
Ha, I underestimated you! His laughter was full of madness, but his eyes were bloodshot with resentment.
Wei Changxuan, who had been facing away from everyone, slowly turned around, his moon-white robes fluttering in the wind.
Her eyes, which used to droop lazily, were now slightly upturned. The smile in her peach blossom eyes had vanished, replaced by an unfathomable chill.
He raised his hand and gently stroked the scabbard at his waist, his fingertips brushing against the engraved cloud patterns, producing a soft rustling sound.
Did you also commit the family annihilation case at the suburban inn three days ago?
Before he finished speaking, Zhuge Yun had already leaped onto the roof like a cat. The tiles creaked under his weight.
But the sinister look in his eyes grew even stronger:
Wei Changxuan, do you think this little girl can stop me? We—
Before he could finish speaking, Yan Feifei's silver ribbon shot through the air like a serpent, aiming straight for his throat.
As night deepened, a bloody storm was just beginning.
Chapter 343 The Celestial Master's Demon-Slaying Weapon!
Zhuge Yun, do you know the fate of those who overstep their bounds?
Wei Changxuan stood with his hands behind his back under the eaves of Zhenwu Temple, the Thunder Tribulation Wooden Sword humming and vibrating behind him, the Twenty-Eight Constellations pattern on the scabbard gleaming coldly.
Zhuge Yun, on the other side, pushed the bronze mechanical mirror, and the runes flowing on the mirror suddenly surged.
Beneath the scholar's facade lay a sinister glint—the curse mark at the corner of his left eye writhed like a living creature, a sign of practicing forbidden arts.
Invincible under heaven? Zhuge Yun's laughter mingled with the clicking of gears turning, his fingertips gripping the Four Symbols Compass at his waist.
You're not the only one with strength; I'm not weak either.
Suddenly, the compass shattered, and sixty-four runes flew out like black butterflies, weaving a bronze-colored spell dome above everyone's heads.
As the last Li trigram symbol was embedded in the array's core, the entire Zhenwu Temple suddenly sank into shadow, and the copper bells on the eaves emitted a sharp, distorted sound.
"Spirit-Sealing and Heaven-Locking Array!" Zhao Yujia's Demon-Slaying Blade was drawn three inches from its sheath in response.
The blade cracked under the suppression of the array, which was an evil array refined with the souls of three thousand living beings!
He gazed at the slowly rotating Tai Chi symbol in the sky.
Three skulls were embedded in the eyes of the yin-yang fish, which is the Three Yin Gathering Evil Formation secretly passed down by the Zhuge family.
(bhei) Wei Changxuan brushed his fingertips across the Thunder Tribulation Wooden Sword, only to find that the thunder patterns on the sword were dimmed like a flickering candle in the array.
Zhuge Yun's laughter was filled with a manic joy:
Within this formation, the laws of heaven and earth are my master! Your true essence is like a boat sailing against the current, while mine...
As he raised his hand, his sleeve slipped down, revealing half of a mechanical arm; between the gears, ghostly flames flickered.
The fierce ghosts of the underworld are helping us in the battle!
Black lightning condensed into a hideous ghost face at his fingertips, striking towards Wei Changxuan with a bone-chilling aura.
The old swordsman lightly touched the eaves with his toes, and the moment his robe swept across the roof tile, the corner of the eaves suddenly cracked—the formation was actually suppressing his movement technique!
Thunderclaps exploded past his ears, carving deep furrows, some over ten feet deep, into the blue bricks.
Black liquid seeped from the cracks, instantly turning grass and leaves into withered bones wherever it passed.
After all this time, you still haven't learned to respect.
Wei Changxuan crushed the jade talisman in his sleeve, and his vital essence surged out like magma.
It actually managed to forcibly create a lightning domain half a zhang in diameter within the formation. The lightning tribulation wooden sword suddenly emitted a dragon's roar.
Golden blood seeped from the patterns on the sword's blade—the blood of the sword spirit, forged with the essence and blood of the Wei clan's ancestors.
Your grandfather once attempted to resurrect his deceased wife using forbidden magic, only to suffer the fate of having his soul scattered.
He swung his sword down, and lightning and ghost fire collided in mid-air, exploding into a blinding purple light. You think that by improving the formation, you can escape the backlash of the Heavenly Dao?
Zhuge Yun's pupils contracted sharply as he saw that the energy wrapped around Wei Changxuan's fingertips was no longer ordinary true essence.
Instead, it carries the power of tribulation lightning, a law of heaven.
Suddenly, a rumbling sound like muffled thunder came from outside the formation, which was actually the formation resonating with the lightning tribulation in the sky.
The ghostly flames on his mechanical arm began to flicker, and he realized with alarm that he had made the most fatal mistake—the spirit-suppressing array could suppress cultivators, but it could not stop the calamity that was coming down from heaven!
The teacup in Wei Changxuan's sleeve finally rippled as he gazed at the malevolent runes dancing on Zhuge Yun's fingertips.
Suddenly, I recalled that snowy night three hundred years ago—with the same sinister gaze.
Hidden behind the mask of the murderer in the Blood Jade Case.
The Thunder Tribulation Wooden Sword trembled as if alive within its scabbard, the two characters "Slay Evil" on the hilt gleaming with a golden light.
That was a demon-slaying weapon personally bestowed upon me by the Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain.
Chapter 344 Shock! The Power of Heaven's Dao!
Death's imminent? He flicked his sleeve, shattering the approaching will-o'-the-wisps; the taotie patterns on his robes suddenly came to life, becoming ferocious.
Do you know how many villains my sword has slain who dared to overstep the bounds of Heaven?
Before he finished speaking, Zhuge Yun had already completed the Ninefold Rebirth Seal, and thick black mist suddenly seeped from the bronze dome of the Spirit-Sealing Array.
Behind him, a phantom of an evil god with three heads and six arms materialized.
Each of the monster's hands held a different weapon, and when its vertical eye on its forehead opened, black blood with a putrid smell flowed out.
"Taste the power of the Blood River Underworld God!" Zhuge Yun's maniacal laughter was laced with blood and saliva.
The giant fist of the evil god's phantom, accompanied by the wailing of ten thousand ghosts, smashed into the ground.
Wei Changxuan lightly touched the ground with his toes and slid backward, only to see the blue bricks beneath his feet rapidly carbonizing under the erosion of evil power, with pale arms wrapped in chains emerging from the cracks.
The Thunder Tribulation Wooden Sword was drawn three inches from its sheath, and wherever the sword energy passed, the vengeful spirits emitted a shrill scream like shattering glass.
When the giant fist crashed down, the eaves of Zhenwu Temple shattered into dust.
At the critical moment, Wei Changxuan made a sword gesture.
The wooden sword transformed into a three-foot-long azure light, condensing into a Thunder Punishment Seal in the palm: In the beginning was the Way, and all evil was warded off!
The moment the sword light collided with the evil god's fist force, a tremor like a dragon's roar resounded throughout the heavens and earth.
The snow on the entire mountain peak was lifted into the air by the blast wave, turning into a snow curtain that blotted out the sky.
Zhuge Yun looked at Wei Changxuan and saw him unleash the complete Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation Sword within the Spirit-Sealing Array.
The gears of the robotic arm groaned under the strain.
He then realized that his opponent had not used their full strength at all, and the stalemate just now was nothing more than a cat playing with a mouse.
What alarmed him even more was that the Yin Soul Power absorbed by the formation was being purified by the sword light, turning into specks of fluorescent light that drifted into the sky.
"Impossible... This formation used three thousand living souls..." His voice was torn apart by the sword light, and the phantom of the evil god suddenly let out an unwilling roar.
Just as the two sides were locked in a stalemate, a clear and melodious sword cry rang out from the sky.
Like the morning bell and evening drum, it shattered everyone's eardrums.
Everyone looked up and saw a shooting star, wrapped in a blue sword light, streak across the eternal night.
The star pattern flowing on the sword resonated with Wei Changxuan's Thunder Tribulation Sword.
Is it... the Immortal-Slaying Sword of Kunlun Mountain?! Zhao Yujia's hand, gripping the Evil-Slaying Blade, was drenched in cold sweat.
He recognized it as a legendary innate spiritual treasure that brought peace to the world upon its appearance.
Asking for flowers
Where the sword light fell, the black mist of the spirit-sealing array melted away like ice and snow meeting the sun.
A white-clad figure emerged from behind the clouds, seated cross-legged on a sword—the person stood with their hands behind their back.
Half of a sword hilt, engraved with the Hetu and Luoshu, was visible from his sleeve.