Immortal Fairies Always Have Designs on Me-Chapter 644 - 280: The Accidental Little Dragon Lady

"The powerful sword pressure... Saint Lu is also here."

Wu Yanhai looked in one direction and then turned his head to Xu Shu on one side: "Some villain is attacking Saint Lu, why not just..."

This sword pressure is very strong, so strong that among the Tribulation Crossing Realm practitioners of the Lower Realm he knows, few can match it.

Moreover, the cultivation is at the Second Realm of Tribulation Crossing...

Although he believes in the strength of the Saint Heir chosen by Sect Master Zheng, since they are in Tianjian City, some assurance is needed.

Before he finished his words, Xu Shu leisurely interrupted him: "Our Saint Heir was not raised in an ivory tower."

That being said, he promptly conveyed the message back to the Wandao Sect, a simple phrase: Enemy from the Upper Realm.

Xu Shu put away the Communication Compass with a slight smile: "Shall we go up and take a look?"

Wu Yanhai nodded, and just as he stepped onto the eaves, he pondered and asked: "How does Mu Jianxian compare?"

"That has to be tested to know, but the Saint Heir is indeed not as good in Sword Dao."

Xu Shu smiled slightly: "However, our Wandao Sect's Saint Heir is not a Sword Cultivator."

Inside the Fire Phoenix Boat, Pei Wanyu leaned sideways on the chair by the window, and with fingers dyed with purple rouge, she placed a piece of tangerine into her mouth, her phoenix eyes slightly narrowed.

"'Cold Chi' has recognized her as its master, cultivating the Star River Sword Technique..."

Feeling the sweet and sour burst of grapes in her mouth, she calmly ordered: "Seal off all major entrances and exits of Tianjian City."

Once Kong Chan is apprehended, the presence of any Upper Realm possessor in this city will be evident.

······ 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

The sky is drizzling, the eaves rustling with the wind.

Kong Chan stood one-handed on the roof ridge, a torrent of magnificent Sword Qi pouring out unhindered, forming a Sword Domain shrouding half the house.

The Sword Domain surrounded her without damaging the building in the slightest, and even the raindrops fell normally, without any sharp sword whistling sound.

Silence!

Yet it hid an indescribable grandeur and sharpness.

Kong Chan controlled every stream of Sword Qi in her Sword Domain with flawless precision.

"This is my sword, Cold Chi."

Even facing Lu Jin'an, the first genius of the Lower Realm, Kong Chan couldn't hide the pride in her bones from the Upper Realm: "You must have heard of it."

Of course, Lu Jin'an had heard of it, the Immortal Sword Cold Chi, a famed sword crafted with the flesh and spirit bone of Chi Wen and Seven Illusion Ice Crystal.

The cold sword falls, wind and snow sweep over 90,000 miles, not a blade of grass grows.

His gaze swept over the connection between the hilt and the sword body of this Immortal Sword, Chi Wen, and suddenly had a thought.

This sword might actually suit Senior Sister quite well.

"I've been practicing swordsmanship since I was five. To this day, I wouldn't say I'm invincible, but among peers at Hidden Life Mountain, few Sword Cultivators can withstand a hundred of my moves."

Kong Chan took off the hat she wore, her voice calm, as if discussing something ordinary: "One move is one sword."

Hearing her voice, Lu Jin'an was slightly surprised.

In the most basic sword techniques, each sword move contains several variations, not to mention the swordsmen's techniques.

In a duel of Sword Cultivators, in an instant, countless sword move variations occur, yet this woman before him speaks of determining victory in just one hundred swords...

Lu Jin'an didn't think she was bluffing.

This was evident from her Sword Domain.

Lu Jin'an put away the Netherworld Validation.

Though his Sword Intent had also reached the Broken Realm Realm of the Third Level, there were always differences among cultivators of the same realm, not to mention the finer Sword Intent?

In a life-and-death battle of this level, if one purely aims to test their Sword Dao level, they will fall into passivity right at the start.

Throughout all previous duels with his peers, Lu Jin'an had never been passive.

He did not like being passive.

Kong Chan watched Lu Jin'an's movements, her sword heart as the water of a July lake, unperturbed.

It was well known Lu Jin'an was not a Sword Cultivator.

The path he followed wasn't a secret either, for he never concealed it.

In the Upper Realm's intelligence, Lu Jin'an was the epitome of 'a lion fighting a rabbit, still putting forth full strength.'

He openly showcased his cultivation and power, immovable like a mountain, gradually reigning supreme among peers in the Lower Realm.

Kong Chan knew this, yet she still looked down on Lu Jin'an's Lower Realm bloodline, but she wouldn't underestimate his strength.

Especially in such desperate circumstances.

Her sidelong glance swept over the crowd below, who, under someone's command, were leaving the area in an orderly fashion, evidently wary of being taken hostage.

But Kong Chan had never intended to attack others, because she was confident in her own survival, and because those people's worth didn't compare to Lu Jin'an.

She placed Cold Chi horizontally in front of her, and the Sword Qi in the Sword Domain surged skyward, like sharply drawn lines.

The sword light soared to the Sky Dome, rain turning to ice, a great tempest of wind and snow filling the sky, dazzling and enshrouding all of Tianjian City.

In this instant, the sound of swords grew more passionate, streams of Sword Qi tearing through the void, slicing the snow-laden winds into countless fragments.

Kong Chan raised her eyes to Lu Jin'an, the direction of the long sword in her hand changing at some point, with the hilt behind her and the tip pointing towards Lu Jin'an.

Sword Cultivators are not only practitioners of close combat.

Because they pursue the Dao, become Immortal.

And not merely the sword itself.

Lu Jin'an, who had opened his Domain, clearly felt the cascading waves of substantial sword momentum coming from all directions, like waves, each higher than the last.

He closed his eyes, as the spiritual power in the Spirit Sea surged forth, an invisible pressure of spiritual power seemed to gather around him, pushing the incoming sword momentum aside.

Feeling the surging rhythm within the sword momentum, he quickly understood the type of Sword Technique Kong Chan cultivated.

A type where each wave of Sword Qi grows stronger than the last, eventually converging into an endless Star River, condensing and charging forth in the Sword Technique.