Daoist Competition-Chapter 1089 - 284: Flying Swords in the Heart, Freedom in Movement (Part 2)
He took a moment to look back. At this point, he was not far from Qingdan Peak. As long as he retrieved the token and returned to the peak, the elders would surely protect him, leaving him worry-free.
But in this split second, Wu Huanchen advanced again, and with just one strike, the white light faded away.
The middle-aged cultivator, worthy of being a Bu Ge Disciple, though his Daoist cultivation was lacking, had protective magic artifacts. With a layer of protective treasure light guarding him, he calmly took a token from his sleeve bag and was about to shake it. However, at this moment, a red light flew from the demon cloud and instantly shattered his protective treasure light, knocking his figure to the side.
His heart was greatly shocked, knowing it was a moment of life and death, where a split second was enough to decide fate. He endured the discomfort in his chest and forcefully activated the token in his hand, releasing a thick cloud of qi to block in front.
Wu Huanchen saw his protective treasure light broken, leaving only a layer of cloud enveloping him. He sensed an opportunity, let out a shout, and the Shaking Mountain Stick in his hand gleamed with golden light, fiercely smashing down on the cloud. With a loud bang, the cloud was scattered, and the stick’s momentum did not cease, striking the middle-aged cultivator’s head, instantly smashing it to pieces.
After killing this person, Wu Huanchen swept his gaze and saw the token talisman nearby. Joy filled his heart, and he reached out to grasp it.
Suddenly, he heard the soft sound of a bowstring from above the cloud. He snorted, did not dodge, allowing the vermillion arrow to land on his back. With a thud, his body leaned slightly forward without changing his movement, eyes fixed on taking the token talisman into his hand, a look of joy already on his face.
Elder Shen watched all of this and naturally wouldn’t let him succeed. He secretly performed a spell, sending a golden talisman flying, taking the token talisman far away.
Wu Huanchen reached out, only to grasp empty air. Furious, he turned abruptly, glaring with blood-red eyes and roared, "It’s you again, Old Daoist!"
Every crucial moment, Elder Shen came to ruin it. He was deeply resentful, knowing that without settling this person, obtaining the token talisman would be difficult. He shouted, lifted the Shaking Mountain Stick, and charged down the cloud to attack.
Meanwhile, Zhang Yan was heading towards the token talisman, but suddenly two Nascent Soul cultivators flew over, blocking him left and right.
He glanced at them, smiled faintly, flicked his finger, sending a drop of Xuanming Heavy Water flying out, then with a wave of his sleeve, unleashed a sword light towards the two.
The person on the left shouted, conventionally summoning a Small Jade Shield to block in front.
But he did not know the power of this Heavy Water. With a muffled sound, his heart-linked Dharma Treasure shattered in mid-air. That was not all; the water surged with undiminished force, smashing into him, obliterating his head and shoulder. A Nascent Soul True Master, unable to unleash protective treasure light, met his end.
The cultivator on the right was more cautious, summoning his Dharma Treasure and protective treasure light together, but as he saw the sword light coming like swift arrows, he hastily tried to block it with his Dharma Treasure. Yet the sword light suddenly changed direction in mid-air, bypassing the magic artifact, finding a way through.
The man was shocked, feeling panicked, desperately trying to use his Dharma Treasure for protection.
But the sword light was extremely fast, changing direction three times, breaking into the inner circle, leaving the Dharma Treasure far behind, and in a flash slicing through the protective treasure light, creating a gap, although the sword light was blocked, it did not penetrate.
The man hadn’t had time to feel fortunate before the sword light trembled, splitting into another ray of light above him, and in a blink, with a swoosh, his head, the Six Yang Leader, flew into the sky.
Corpse Pride Sect’s Ding Yu arrived only to see two headless corpses, greatly alarmed and hesitating whether to step forward. Suddenly a sword light turned, flying towards her, fright seized her, she shook out a Floating Ribbon, adorned with brilliant star smoke, dotted and threadlike, quite beautiful.
The sword light approached, initially just a single ray, but within twenty feet, it transformed into nine swords, interlinked and spinning, targeting her, making her feel chilling cold all over, seemingly full of vulnerabilities, hastily deploying the Floating Ribbon to fend off.
But the sword light moved unpredictably, left and right, separating and merging, its illusion and reality shifting unsteadily, always finding gaps to attack. She watched tensely, completely unsure how to block, only able to fully activate protective treasure light for defense.
Zhang Yan’s eyes flashed, the five-colored Gang Cloud atop him spun, sending a fiery glow from his back. In an instant, Ding Yu’s protective treasure light was stripped away. Just as she sensed something strange, a swift light seemed to sweep from beyond the heavens, slicing past her neck, taking her head swiftly away. Her headless body paused briefly before falling from the cloud.
Lady Qi watched helplessly as her fellow disciple died before her eyes, her heart and spirit plunged into chaos. She cried out in sorrow, "Junior Sister!"
Zhang Yan seemed not to hear. He looked up at the sky, waved his sleeve, and activated the Little All Heaven Moving Technique, instantly traversing a hundred feet, reaching the token talisman.
Suddenly, a strange sound arose, a swift and fierce red glow flew down from the sky, shooting straight towards him.
He didn’t even look, the five-colored Gang Cloud above him spun, a watery glow rose from his back, and with a single surge, the vermillion arrow vanished without a trace.
Ms. Xu above the demon cloud saw this, her expression changed dramatically.
Zhang Yan reached out and grabbed the token talisman, then he turned around with a composed demeanor, making his way back to the peak.
From leaving the peak with the escaping sword to retrieving the token talisman and returning, it only took a moment. Yet in this brief instant, he had already slain three Nascent Soul True Masters. Cultivators in Chengyuan Gorge, whether Xuanmen or Demon Sect, witnessed this scene, all were shocked. As they watched him depart into the distance, none dared step forward to stop him.
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