Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant-Chapter 1325 - 20 Sword Cultivator!_2
At this moment, many Cultivators from the other Sects actually hoped that the Sword Cultivator could run faster and not let Mei Shan catch up to him.
If it really came down to it, it would be better for Yang Que and the others to encounter him than for him to be swallowed whole by just Mei Shan.
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But their thoughts were, after all, somewhat wishful thinking.
Just an instant later, in the southern horizon, there arose a shocking fluctuation of magical combat!
"The Sword Cultivator has run into Palace Master Mei!"
"What a pity, why did he slow down!"
These words were not spoken aloud but were indeed the thoughts of many Cultivators.
Only the people from the Eight Treasures Palace, as if injected with chicken blood, hurriedly accelerated towards the location of the magic combat fluctuation.
After a few breaths, they finally arrived beside Mei Shan.
However, what shocked them was that Mei Shan’s long eyebrow on the left side had completely disappeared, leaving only a neat incision at the corner of the brow.
"Palace Master!"
Mei Shan raised his hand to stop the exclamation of his disciples behind him.
His expression grave, he stared intently at the figure opposite to him.
There, a figure in simple clothes, unsullied by dust, stood tranquilly in mid-air, quietly gazing at him.
It was Zhao Feng!
Around him, cold, flickering sword-lights ebbed and flowed, firmly locking onto Mei Shan.
Mei Shan had no doubt that any slight movement from him would invite a full-force strike from his opponent!
And he wasn’t certain he could even withstand such an attack...
"How could this be! Before entering the Dragon Transformation Pool, he wasn’t this strong! How in such a short time, could he have..."
Feeling his severed eyebrow, Mei Shan’s heart churned tumultuously.
But he finally understood why this overseas Cultivator managed to gain the Dragon Transformation Pool’s approval and obtain the Void Refinement Heritage before them.
"This person has such extraordinary talent in magical combat!"
"Even if it means paying a price, we cannot let him get away!"
A hint of murderous intent quietly emerged in Mei Shan’s eyes.
The opponent was strong, but entirely dependent on the Sword Dao; if Mei Shan could block the opponent’s explosive strike, with his realm and at a certain cost, there was still hope.
His thoughts barely stirred.
The Dao Secret began to operate.
Around Mei Shan, in eight directions, rapidly emerged the virtual shadows of a gourd, a round fan, a Treasure Sword, a lotus, a flower basket, a fishbone, a Transverse Flute, and a jade tablet – eight treasures.
These directions shielded Mei Shan completely.
At the same time, from Mei Shan’s hand flew a ’sinker’-like treasure, smashing towards Zhao Feng!
Zhao Feng rapidly scanned his surroundings with his Spiritual Sense, his face unmoved.
Almost the instant Mei Shan made his move, sword-lights around him shot out, like a torrential downpour, rapidly firing towards Mei Shan.
As for the ’sinker’ hurled by Mei Shan, he completely ignored it.
Seeing the opponent so self-assured, Mei Shan couldn’t help but sneer.
However, in just an instant, his expression drastically changed.
Those countless sword-lights directly bypassed the virtual shadows of the eight treasures around him and targeted the Eight Treasures Palace disciples behind him!
"Despicable!"
Mei Shan cursed angrily, his Spiritual Sense swiftly sweeping over his disciples who hadn’t reacted yet. Gritting his teeth, the thrown ’sinker’ not only didn’t slow down but instead sped up drastically, almost immediately about to smash into the Sword Cultivator.
Mei Shan’s action was obviously beyond Zhao Feng’s expectations, but Zhao Feng’s speed was also beyond Mei Shan’s expectations.
He slightly swayed, and his whole figure instantly turned into a beam of sword-light, narrowly avoiding what should have been a certain hit.
However, just as Zhao Feng avoided the attack, a fierce light flickered in Mei Shan’s eyes, and then the ’sinker’ treasure violently shattered, sending fragments flying in all directions!
Even though Zhao Feng, as sword-light, reacted quickly and tried to dodge with all his might, the ’sinker’ treasure was designed to cover all directions, and inevitably, a shard struck the sword-light.
The next instant, Zhao Feng’s figure uncontrollably fell out of the sword-light.
His aura disrupted, his face turned pale.
However, Mei Shan’s complexion was even uglier.
Behind him, all the Eight Treasures Palace disciples who had come with him had been reduced to pieces!
Above in the sky, dark clouds rapidly gathered.
Merely a very brief clash, Zhao Feng was injured, and Mei Shan had lost many disciples.
This instantly inflamed Mei Shan’s eyes:
"Scoundrel, accept your fate!"
The virtual shadows of the eight treasures rapidly revolved around him, the essence of the Dao flowing, drawing on the power of heaven and earth.
Zhao Feng’s expression was cold, his sword energy quickly gathering, gravely staring at his opponent, readying himself for an all-out strike.
However, just then, from the northern sky suddenly came another fluctuation of mana.
"Ji Yuan has come out?!"
Zhao Feng’s heart tightened, the desire for victory that had just risen immediately disappeared.
Without a moment’s hesitation, his body swayed, once again becoming sword-light, and he rapidly flew towards Ji Yuan’s position in the north.
"Thinking of running?"
Mei Shan roared in anger, the virtual shadows of the eight treasures enveloping him as they swiftly chased after Zhao Feng.
However, just as he started the pursuit, Zhao Feng turned abruptly, a robust and bone-chilling sword-light shot from his brow, thunderously striking Mei Shan!
Even though the virtual shadows of the eight treasures rapidly dissipated the sword-lights, they too burst into pieces, one after another!
In mid-air, Mei Shan was left with his eyes wide open, frozen in place.
Looking at the remaining half of the jade tablet’s virtual shadow in front of him, Mei Shan felt cold sweat streaming down.
"This Sword Cultivator... this Sword Cultivator..."
Not knowing what he thought of, he suddenly shouted at that rapidly disappearing figure:
"Would you dare leave your name behind?"
However, to his chagrin, that figure seemed as if it hadn’t heard at all, quickly vanishing into the horizon.
