Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path-Chapter 711 - 559 White-Haired Ghost Mask + - 560 Shadow Pavilion
Chapter 711: Chapter 559 White-Haired Ghost Mask + Chapter 560 Shadow Pavilion
Zhou Ping’an recently perfected a new Perfect Secret Skill, feeling a substantial increase in his ability to protect himself, leading to a slight easing in his heart.
Just as he wanted to deeply comprehend it, to develop the specific uses of this "Heaven-covering" Divine Skill.
If used well, it might solve many troubles for him.
Sword Intent returned to himself, a light aura danced like gauze, slowly receding from all around, draping over him, as if he had completely erased himself from this world, and no trace of him could be seen in the study...
A breeze passed through the window, brushing the spot where he had been standing without obstruction.
"Huh..."
A faint sigh echoed in Zhou Ping’an’s keen mind.
At the same time, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.
With a slight flicker, he moved dozens of yards to the side of the willows in the backyard.
Sensing an invisible aura moving away, he uttered coldly and lightly, "My good fellow, right as I’ve made a breakthrough with a secret technique, this is really a slap in the face, to think someone has crept up so close to me."
His gaze swept over the base of the willow tree, only to see under the blazing sun, the willow leaves fluttered without casting a single shadow.
In other words, the tree’s shadow had disappeared.
At the very moment when he had fully merged with space, masking his own presence, the shadow had run off.
’So there is such a Divine Skill Secret Technique, if one is not careful and someone sneaks up to them, it’s indeed very dangerous.’
’Who is the comer, and what exactly are their intentions?’
Thinking back to the earlier sensation of his hairs standing on end.
Zhou Ping’an’s eyes narrowed into slits, his figure flickered, and in one step, he burst into the clouds and the murky haze, turning into an invisible fine mist in the air, silently breaking through the air, rapidly chasing after the direction where the aura was receding.
"Landscapes reflect, nowhere to hide."
Zhou Ping’an ascended to a height of over thirty yards, with the mighty and vast True Yuan of the Heavenly Origin Sun Bright Acupoint fully activated, his eyes emitted a faint golden luminescence, and a Moon Wheel appeared faintly between his brows.
Looking towards the vast wilderness ahead.
He saw the shadows of mountains, trees, rocks, and streams, which in his eyes, all changed color, faintly emitting a flow of black and white light.
The images only appeared for a moment, but were already imprinted deep in his mind.
Zhou Ping’an’s figure suddenly plummeted like a meteor, already whistling down onto a hillside, where the red pines were dense and the treetops connected, with sunlight shining through the leaves, casting dappled light and shadow.
A Sword Light shot through the forest, revealing a glimpse of clarity, had just split open dozens of large trees, cutting into the shadows beneath them.
"Impressive, to conceal form without a shadow, and having such rare ability to mask oneself. And you’re exceedingly vigilant, striking mercilessly."
A light laugh sounded in his ear.
Numerous tree shadows around Zhou Ping’an shook at the same time.
The Sword Light seemed to have cut through something, yet it seemed to only cleave into the empty Floating Clouds, failing to hit anything solid.
Instead, the God Sect Acupoint, Expression, and Danzhong Acupoint all simultaneously experienced a whiff of sharp wind.
"It’s my first time encountering an opponent with sword skills comparable to my own. Which esteemed person is it? There’s no need to skulk about. Why not show yourself and fight me for three hundred rounds?"
Inside Zhou Ping’an’s mind, the Hong Lian flower slightly blossomed, and hundreds of Wishful Thought Power threads were already burning.
At this moment, he felt his mind cool as ice; every wisp of wind, every leaf, every blade of grass...
Even the antennae of every insect beneath his feet, all were rendered in his mind, turning into actual light and shadow.
His body moved and twisted like a Spirit Snake, as he flicked his blade diagonally.
Clang...
Three sparks flew off.
A chill as cold as the depths of the Nine Hells, sharp like needles and fine threads, pierced through skin and muscle, following the meridians to the heart.
Shadows danced before his eyes, trees collapsed en masse, and amidst the roaring, the air rippled like water, revealing a white-haired figure in a black brocade robe with a ferocious Ghost Mask, flying backwards.
In mid-air, the figure held a slender black sword, drawing a gentle ring of light that dispersed the last traces of Sword Qi, and with a puff, spat out blood.
Blood fell to the ground.
The withered grass turned to ice.
Zhou Ping’an, with sharp eyes, looked up and saw that the black-robed, white-haired Ghost Mask figure had a slit in his brocade robe, leaking trickles of blood.
He exhaled a long breath of black air, mixed with bits of icy blood, hitting the ground with a popping sound, the sword in his hand, Cang Yue, buzzing slightly, chuckling, "Your swordsmanship is indeed fierce, to be able to block my Wind Control Sky-splitting Saber Light, and even wound my innards. You must certainly not be a nameless person. Go ahead, as a bird leaves a call, a person leaves a name, you should at least leave a name behind."
As soon as the words fell, Zhou Ping’an’s presence exploded suddenly, with an intangible aura shooting straight into the sky.
Although his body did not enlarge, in the eyes of the man in black, it seemed as if, in an instant, he had become a giant Golden Body spirit towering ten to eighty yards tall.
The intense combat of mere ten li chase and sword contest turned out to be just a warm-up.
"As expected of the Son of Destiny, hold on, I am not your enemy. I came here only to observe, to see if the newly rising talent, comparable to Emperor Changhe of the old, truly carries great fortune?"
The white-haired Ghost Mask figure shook his head with loss, gave a light cough, and while the figure still seemed to be in the same place, somehow it gave Zhou Ping’an an illusory feeling.
’Another secret technique.’
He secretly readied his sword, Cang Yue emitting a shrill sound, as if it too could not detect where the enemy was. It must have gone far away.
Use the sword as an eye.
Use the heart as an eye.
Additionally, employing the Method of Divine Soul’s Moon Wheel light reflection.
At the same time confirming that the Ghost Mask elder before him was indeed just an after-image.
"What a skilled maneuver."
Zhou Ping’an sheathed his sword back into its scabbard, knowing that the opponent showed this skill of Teleportation and Residence Shadow and Sound Secret Technique, apparently not wanting to clash directly, opting for flight and evasion instead. Continuing the fight seemed to have little purpose.
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