Chapter 1326: Chapter 50: Yang Lie Jia Chen Blood Poison Feast
Zhang Yan’s moves, though mostly ordinary, aimed at probing, relentlessly pressured, leaving not even half a breath of respite for his opponent.
Shao Zhongxiang saw the sword light coming, realizing it was too late to dodge, twisted his body, which distorted like a reflection in water, and disappeared in a breath. The Male and Female Swords merged into a brilliant Dharma Sword, exchanging blows several times with the flying sword light, suddenly producing a sound like a sword cry, and then shot out of the enclosure, flashing several miles away. As the sword light bent, he reappeared, transforming into a stream of light, controlling a black and white sword light, returning to strike.
Zhang Yan observed Shao Zhongxiang’s Strange Skill dodged skillfully and seemed quite experienced, instantly guessing he was a seasoned hand with possibly hidden lethal moves, explaining the man’s previous confidence.
However, he had many methods at his disposal. Since the confinement method was ineffective, he ceased to dwell on it, waving a Purple Cloud Divine Thunder forward.
Shao Zhongxiang dared not be struck by it, hurriedly deflected the sword light, dodging to the side.
The Dao of Fighting is merely to maximize one’s strengths while suppressing the opponent. He excelled at Flying, using surprise to win, not excelling at direct confrontation, knowing that a single strike from the Thunder Radiance could leave him crippled if not dead.
At this moment, a barely discernible water droplet flew towards him, forcing him to escape using Sword Escape once more. After a few breaths, radiance flickered behind him as the sword light pursued him again, causing his facial muscles to twitch involuntarily, feeling suffocated inside.
Since the start of the fight, he had been continuously pressured. He hoped to endure a few exchanges before counterattacking, but Zhang Yan’s Daoist Divine Power came in a relentless sequence, resembling a deep pool, seemingly endless. Whenever he approached, he was forced away, finding no suitable opportunity to strike.
He wasn’t unfamiliar with facing opponents with such fierce attacks, usually choosing to retreat far away to find an opportunity. Yet, witnessing Zhang Yan’s Purple Cloud Divine Thunder’s immense power made him very apprehensive, fearing once unrestrained, it could be freely unleashed, thus never daring to stray too far.
However, the situation had to change; though he seemingly only evaded, consuming little mana, his opponent’s tactics were endless. Under such pressure, one couldn’t guarantee no errors, and when two Nascent Souls fought, the slightest mistake could lead to death.
With this realization, he rallied himself, abruptly halted, no longer dodged, deploying the Male and Female Swords repelling the approaching sword lights. Swinging his shoulder, a white, smooth Jade Spoon hung from the Gang Cloud, radiant with Treasure Light, collecting Xuanming Heavy Water. Upon contact, his body trembled violently, reluctantly suppressing the swirling Qi Mechanism in his chest. Seizing this rare moment, he pulled out a talisman paper from his sleeve, stuffed it into his mouth, quickly chewed a few times, then puffed out a bunch of ghostly three-inch Phoenix Beak Needles towards Zhang Yan.
Seizing the opportunity, he hastily activated the spell, merging the two swords instantaneously. Then, twisting his body, vanished into thin air, with the sword light ascending, moving towards the inner circle, believing once within thirty feet, he could attack and no longer be pushed as before.
As the Flying Needle reached Zhang Yan, he sneered and waved his sleeve, a surging spiritual tide sweeping it away.
Shao Zhongxiang arrived by sword, extremely fast. Seizing this fleeting chance, he invaded the circle, heart delighted, ready to unleash a sword attack. But at that moment, he heard a sudden roar, water curtains gushed before his eyes like a torrential mountain flood, the overwhelming water surge struck him head-on, forcing a scream, compelled to hide within the Dharma Sword again, to be expelled from the inner circle.
Afterward, from afar, he gazed at the majestic Heavenly Water Light beam, face pale, furiously said, "If I had the Hundred Shadow Sword in hand, I wouldn’t be held here; I would have charged through long ago."
His technique of tunneling into the Dharma Sword, although mysterious, only lasted for three or four breaths each time, consuming considerable mana. Had it been the sect’s "Hundred Shadow" Sword, it would allow ten breaths for unhindered distance attack or retreat.
Suddenly detecting a disturbance behind, as earlier, the sword light pursued again. Helplessly, he had to move to evade, a feeling of exhausting efforts arising in his heart.
His mind constantly calculated strategies, thinking to himself, "This man stands still, surely burdened by that Gang Wind, hindering free Flying, perhaps I should use that Method to triumph."
