Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path-Chapter 45 - 44 The Moment the Flower Blossoms Yanwang Needle
45: Chapter 44: The Moment the Flower Blossoms, Yanwang Needle
45 -44: The Moment the Flower Blossoms, Yanwang Needle
“Be careful, an ambush.”
Zhou Ping’an pursued with his sword drawn, seething with killing intent, and saw that he was closing in on his target.
The leader of Li River’s Two Fiends, Ma Ming, realizing he could not escape, was stirred with a ruthless determination.
With despair in his eyes and his stick held across his chest, he lowered his shoulders and settled into a stance, ready to fight to the death.
At that moment.
Zhou Ping’an heard a crisp and tender voice calling out.
The voice was very familiar.
Not only familiar but also filled with anxiety and rage.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure in green clothes, wielding a blade, leaping towards him from the roofs some thirty paces away to his left.
“Heed the advice, and you’ll be well fed.”
Zhou Ping’an did not think of Third Miss Lin of the Lin Family as someone prone to overreaction.
Ever since the first time he met her on the battlefield, in her green clothes, wearing a ghost mask and riding a white horse.
Each subsequent encounter, she was unhurried and serene in demeanor.
Even when the Black Mountain Bandits invaded the residence, and Little Jiu Girl’s life was at stake, and her desire to kill was at its strongest, her facial expression barely changed.
Her lips tightly pursed, she moved back and forth in combat, concealing all emotions behind an expression as calm as still water.
Her urgency now, of course, was not due to the death throes of the mad Ma Ming.
The confrontation they were facing was not about surprise attacks at all.
Instantaneously.
The Red Lotus Heart Seal within Zhou Ping’an’s mind burst into towering flames, one pale red, two pure white, and three pale white Mind Threads ignited fiercely.
The pale red Mind Thread was likely contributed by the little one he was carrying on his back.
As for the pure white ones, they should have come from Lin Huaiyu and Tang Lin’er…
Where those pale white threads originated from, Zhou Ping’an couldn’t tell at that moment.
As the Mind Threads burned.
His brain, as though immersed in ice-cold water, became incredibly clear.
The crescent moon in the night sky seemed to shine even brighter.
The dust particles in the air were no longer a grey haze, instead revealing myriad colors as they drifted slowly downward.
The light breeze skirting around became visible, spiraling as it passed, each detail perceived with heightened awareness.
Everything around seemed to have been put in slow motion.
Even Ma Ming, who was raising his stick to attack in a frenzy, seemed to move in slow motion, like in a movie.
His eyes filled with despair, his facial muscles contorted.
It all seemed ridiculous.
And extremely feeble.
In this slowed-down perception.
A tiny silver gleam, not slow at all but instead alarmingly fast…
Darted from a building down the street, and in a flash was at his neck side.
This object moved silently through the air, at tremendous speed, and was extremely sharp.
If not for Zhou Ping’an being in an overclocked state of mind, he wouldn’t have been able to see the silently approaching silver needle that gleamed faintly in the moonlight.
The silver needle seemed flexible, its body twisting and turning as it advanced, like a swimming snake drawing bizarre arcs.
While it appeared to shoot rapidly from his side.
The target was the back of his own neck.
“Divine Hand Celestial Child, Yanwang Needle!”
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As the needle flashed before his eyes.
Zhou Ping’an instantly knew who the assailant was.
He had spoken with Tang Lin’er before about the many experts of Baicao Hall, and she had mentioned the name of Hall Master Divine Healer Celestial Child Deng Yuanhua with great solemnity.
For example, he never seemed to grow bigger, resembling a tiny child.
His skill in acupuncture was phenomenal, earning him the praise of officials and the common people alike, known as the savior of countless lives.
Hence, he was bestowed the title “Divine Hand.”
His needles were called “Yanwang Needles,” said to snatch people from the clutches of King Yan himself.
Celestial Child was thus a compliment to his stature and appearance.
Tang Lin’er also said.
Not only was this Celestial Child adept at pharmacology and acupuncture, but he was also exceptional in both swordsmanship and stealth technique.
Born into the Lishan Sect among the Seven Great Sects, his movements were the “Ghostly Shadows Step” and his swordplay was the “Thirteen Ghostly Gates Sword.”
If the growth of Baicao Hall owed much to the capable management of Vice Hall Master Tao Fang.
The true strength it relied upon was this highly reputed “Divine Hand Celestial Child.”
Fame is something that is never reliable.
With human mouths being so flexible, anything can be said.
And the masses are the easiest to deceive.
Therefore, Zhou Ping’an had decided that after the night raid to rescue people, the preset enemies in fact also included this “Divine Healer Celestial Child.”
But he had never imagined that the other party would make a move in such a situation.
In such a manner.
Zhou Ping’an’s brain was super active at this moment…
A myriad of stray thoughts, countless reflections, swept across his mind like flowing water.
Leaving not the slightest trace.
Yet his head, as if broken, tilted downward without warning.
Right down to his chest and abdomen.
A strand of hair-thin silver needle swept across the top of his head.
Carrying with it a faint whisper of wind.
Only then did his ears catch a slight piercing whistle.
Immediately after, there was a continuous sound like a violent storm.
It was a sword…
A dull-colored, slender-handled, long-bladed sword.
It was less of a sword and more of a stab, or maybe a “needle.”
A figure just tall enough to reach his abdomen flashed out from nowhere.
With one thrust of the sword…
Zhou Ping’an saw that all around him, in front, behind, to the left and right, there were looming figures.
The sword light, like the stars on a dark night, aimed simultaneously at various vital points of his body.
Between the brows, the throat, the heart, the back of the neck, the knees, the umbilicus…
Every thrust of the sword, whether in angle or in speed, was unexpected.
Not only were they sometimes fast, sometimes slow, but they also twisted and turned occasionally.
The figures surged and changed direction, leaping high and diving low.
The swordplay was erratic, swift, then slow, weaving and striking around…
“My goodness.”
Never had Zhou Ping’an been so focused in a single moment.
The long saber in his hand executed the most scientific, most perfect posture, with finger, palm, wrist, and arm exerting force at the same time.
His body spun like a top.
In all directions, large blooms of saber-flowers appeared simultaneously.
Like the blooming of peonies.
Eight big blossoms stretched outward in all directions…
The roaring saber light transformed into layers of waves, slashing fiercely around him, leaving no gap.
Striking straight, slant chopping, upward slashing, downward cleaving…
“Ding ding dang dang…”
In the sound waves like heavy rain on lotus leaves, the blade vibrated a long, lingering ring, sparking a burst of fireworks.
Suddenly, the spinning, darting short figure sharply retreated backwards.
A fine white streak roared and slashed past Zhou Ping’an’s side.
Whoom…
The air exploded with a thundering sound.
The saber light was like a ribbon!
A building on one side collapsed with a bang.
It was split clean in two.
A muffled grunt came from a distance, “Lin Huaiyu, I will remember you.”
In that voice was nothing but deep-seated hatred.
Meanwhile, the crazed lout Ma Ming had vanished without a trace, taking advantage of the moment when Zhou Ping’an was engaged in combat.
He didn’t even come forward to join the attack.
Clearly, he had been scared out of his wits.
Green Clothes stopped in her tracks and looked at the distant black shadow that flickered and vanished into thin air, sheathed her sword and did not pursue.
Turning her head, her eyes were filled with an unusual concern.
“Are you alright?
That person is too slippery, I can’t hold him back, nor can I catch up with him…”
“Sister, you’re so useless, if it weren’t for Brother Ping’an, you wouldn’t have seen me.”
If it weren’t for the fact that her small body was tightly bound to Zhou Ping’an’s back, the little one would have almost jumped up in excitement.
Although she had said she wasn’t afraid before,
The reality was, who wouldn’t be afraid?
Now seeing her sister, feeling that she was finally out of danger, to be able to hold back tears was already very strong.
“It’s my fault, sister.”
Embarrassment showed on Lin Huaiyu’s face.
