Chapter 1176: Chapter 1174 I always feel like you are familiar_1
Bang, bang, bang.
While executing "Heaven and Earth as a Thread," Shi Xiaole occasionally disrupted his opponents with "Destruction of All" and "Old Ox’s Broken Cart," simultaneously channeling the Illusion Martial Way to heal his injuries in secret.
After a full quarter of an hour of being hunted, if it were anyone else whose strength matched Shi Xiaole’s, they likely would have been reduced to ashes and dead beyond dead by now, but Shi Xiaole tenaciously held on, and his injuries were not very severe.
It was all thanks to the Illusion Martial Way!
Otherwise, not to mention the accumulated heavy blows over the quarter of an hour, just the consumption caused by the continuous execution of lethal moves would have been enough to drain Shi Xiaole dry.
Thump!
Another collision took place, leaving Shi Xiaole bleeding all over, his eyes terrifyingly cold. The Illusion Martial Way was starting to be overwhelmed. If this continued, he wouldn’t last much longer.
Shi Xiaole had also guessed the identities of the Yellow Springs Trio and felt the aura of light talismans on them, at least five! From the beginning, these three had tried to kill him; even if Shi Xiaole handed over the Sword Talisman, it would be futile.
"Big brother, I want to crush every bone in this brat’s body while he’s still alive!"
Among the Yellow Springs Trio, the one with the heaviest killing intent, the second brother, called out.
The three brothers had dominated the Martial World for years. The fact that it took them a quarter of an hour just to chase down a boy and they still hadn’t succeeded was a huge humiliation.
"Yellow Springs Ghost Finger!"
With minds as one, the trio simultaneously extended a finger, their three beams merging into one, tripling the power and striking directly at Shi Xiaole.
Clang!
In a critical moment, Shi Xiaole managed to block the strike with a sword, using a reaction speed that surpassed that of an ordinary person.
However, the ferocious force of the finger strike sent him flying as if he had been smashed by a giant mountain. His internal organs were shattered on a large scale, countless veins, bones, and muscles were powdered; he was covered in blood, and his appearance was barely distinguishable.
The Yellow Springs Martial Way, which had invaded his body, was a half Supreme Martial Arts, and it reached the peak state of 110%, which alone was enough to threaten the Wind Sword Way and Illusion Martial Way inside him. Shi Xiaole broke out in a cold sweat at the realization.
What was even more terrifying was that the Yellow Springs Trio had also cultivated a battle formation that allowed them to recover at a rate not inferior to Shi Xiaole’s, launching several more Yellow Springs Ghost Fingers in rapid succession.
Boom!
A destructive black force stretched out in front of Shi Xiaole, securing a slim chance of survival for him—it was the Demon Bone’s power. Shi Xiaole’s qi grew weaker, not even two-tenths of what it was at his peak.
"Damn it!"
Yet the Yellow Springs Trio was even more shocked.
Just how many aces did this young man in green have up his sleeve? Aside from the sword moves that they had never seen before, the never-ending Vigorous Air, the automatically healing injuries, and now this malevolent power, where did it come from?
"Before we eat him, we should first pry out his secrets. Perhaps after that, we brothers might truly dominate the world," said the youngest of the Yellow Springs Trio, his face alight with joy.
He didn’t believe it was merely Shi Xiaole’s talent; it must be that the latter had incredible luck. Indeed, without such luck, how could this boy possess his current strength?
In the heat of their excitement, a blade light carrying rolling demonic energy suddenly broke through the air towards the Yellow Springs Trio.
Rumble!
For the first time, the trio took a step back, an unnatural flush appearing on their faces.
"What the hell is going on, this kid is also a master with the saber?"
If they were shocked before, now the Yellow Springs Trio was utterly astounded, astonished by the fact that Shi Xiaole’s saber technique was even stronger than his swordsmanship, and by a large margin at that.
Shi Xiaole, however, found it bitter and hard to express.
Just now, he had exhausted a killing technique from the god of the wind’s demonic saber, yet it had only managed to force the Yellow Springs Trio to retreat, with no signs of them being shaken off.
From this, it could be inferred that top-tier killing techniques could only stall for time and not help him eliminate his opponents. If things came to a head, he would have to rely on his mental strength.
But the problem was, even if he resorted to using mental strength, Shi Xiaole was only certain he could eliminate one of them, but what about the remaining two? Moreover, he had to take distance into account; with his current injuries, he might well be killed if he got too close.
Since he entered the fray, Shi Xiaole had encountered plenty of dangers, but none was as deadly as this. With the odds of survival at nine to one, he saw no hope.
The Martial Way imagery around him became blurry. Some experts looked up at the intense chase in the sky, and upon recognizing Shi Xiaole, they were all astonished. Yet, when they saw the assailants clearly, they all came to an understanding.
"Why did this kid have to provoke the Yellow Springs Trio? Looking at his injuries, he’s not far from being finished—pity."
"Pity? There have been plenty of peerless masters who died in the place of Fate, not to mention those who matched the Ten Prides. Didn’t they still become skeletons, their Martial Ways merging into the imagery of this place, picked up by those who came later as a bargain?"
This conversation was between a disciple in hemp clothes and his indifferent, head-shaking master. In the Martial World, there were only two kinds of people: the living and the dead. No matter how astonishing the talents were, if they died, they would quickly be forgotten.
"Heh, this kid."
Ding Yufang saw Shi Xiaole too but had no intention of intervening. With his current strength, he would be nothing but a victim against the Yellow Springs Trio. Of course, he believed the situation would soon change.
Turning away, Ding Yufang rushed towards the Blade Martial Way mountain in front of him.
The mountain was only a hundred meters tall, packed with various precious sabers, each emanating an astonishing aura. The collective Blade Martial Way had reached the early stages of 110%!
It should be noted that the pure Blade Martial Way was a Supreme Martial Arts!
"I can hold out for at most fifty more breaths."
Shi Xiaole was almost powerless. Gritting his teeth, a fierce look flashed in his eyes as his speed suddenly slowed. Since they had pushed him to this point, they couldn’t blame him for what would happen next.
"Hahaha, the kid can’t run anymore."
The Yellow Springs Trio all showed a smile yet did not let their guard down, preemptively striking with their finger beams.
Shi Xiaole was about to forcefully dodge when he pushed his mental strength to the limit, not to release it, but to prepare to detonate it! If the timing was right, he believed he had a chance to destroy all three mental seas at once, even though he too would be done for.
Strangely enough, at the brink of death, Shi Xiaole felt hardly any emotion, and if he did, it was nothing more than a slight longing—longing for his friends and those beautiful as flowers.
As the two sides were about to draw near each other,
Just at that moment!
A beam of piercingly cold white Sword Qi came through the sky, and where it passed, dense hexagon-shaped snowflakes began to fall from the sky. Each flake contained astonishing icy breath that made one’s soul tingle.
Clang!
The yellow finger Qi shattered the white Sword Qi, quickly rushing into the world of snowflakes and stirring up the sky with ice mist. It froze and shattered all Martial World imageries within fifty thousand meters, which took moments to regenerate, and with it, the yellow finger Qi also vanished.
"Flying Snow Sword Emperor, what are you trying to do?"
The Yellow Springs Three Gentlemen showed anger and apprehension as they looked at the man in white who had appeared in front of Shi Xiaole.
"Nothing much, just that I can’t stand idly by. If you disagree, feel free to have a match with me,"
the Flying Snow Sword Emperor said indifferently.
"You think we wouldn’t dare to kill you?"
The Second Gentleman roared with a very ugly expression on his face.
The Flying Snow Sword Emperor wasn’t a character from a thousand years ago but instead emerged suddenly hundreds of years prior. His swordsmanship was extremely cold and ruthless. In a one-on-one fight, his strength was even above that of the Yellow Springs Three Gentlemen.
Normally, the Yellow Springs Three Gentlemen wouldn’t have to fear him, but because they had already spent nearly half of their power in pursuit of Shi Xiaole, once they engaged with the Flying Snow Sword Emperor, they feared they would suffer a loss.
"You should be aware, daring to offend us Three Gentlemen, you..."
White Sword Qi slashed out, and snowflakes filled the sky like countless sharp ice darts targeting the Yellow Springs Three Gentlemen. This sword was even more powerful than the previous, forcing the Three Gentlemen to keep retreating.
"Yellow Springs Cutting World!"
In the midst of their roaring, the Great Gentleman violently shook his right arm and thrust forward with a punch. The Second Gentleman delivered a light but eerie palm strike. The Third Gentleman employed leg techniques, the kicks densely filling the void, layer upon layer.
The three men’s attacks, with the power of their battle formation, perfectly fused together, changing into a roaring Yellow Springs, bearing down with crushing force as if the entire heaven and earth could not contain it.
"Continuous Flying Snow Shots!"
Holding the sword in his right hand and placing two fingers of his left hand on the hilt, the Flying Snow Sword Emperor made a bow-drawing gesture.
As his left hand slid down, beams of bone-chilling Sword Qi were emitted, instantly freezing the void in front of him. The Martial World’s energy around him was unable to spread, as if the world within the mirror was fixed.
Crack!
Under the impact of the Yellow Springs, streaks of white cracks appeared, as the frozen world was on the verge of collapse, but the Yellow Fist was also affected, its power steadily decreasing.
In the end, both forces exploded simultaneously, the shattered ice and Sword Qi continued to shoot forward, and in a series of thuds, the Yellow Springs Three Gentlemen were pounded into an extremely sorry state.
"A gentleman seeks revenge, ten years is too late! This time we’ve expended much of our strength and you’ve taken advantage of us. Next time, I’ll make clothes out of your hide, let’s go."
Continuing the fight would lead to greater consumption, with no chance of victory. The Great Gentleman turned and swiftly retreated, with the other two also leaving behind vicious words. By their looks, they seemed as if they wished they could dismember the Flying Snow Sword Emperor to relieve their hatred.
"Thank you, senior, for saving my life."
As soon as the Yellow Springs Three Gentlemen left, Shi Xiaole quickly thanked the figure in front of him.
Turning around, the Flying Snow Sword Emperor stared at Shi Xiaole and calmly said, "How do you know I saved you? Maybe it was just for the two Sword Talismans on you."
The Flying Snow Sword Emperor, with three Sword Talismans on his person, could naturally sense the situation with Shi Xiaole’s.
"If senior desires them, I will naturally offer them with both hands,"
Shi Xiaole complied smoothly.
With his current condition, he couldn’t withstand a casual sword stroke from the Flying Snow Sword Emperor, not to mention regardless of the latter’s intentions, he had indeed saved him.
The Flying Snow Sword Emperor’s face revealed a hint of a smile: "I always feel you are very familiar, as if I have seen you somewhere before, but unfortunately, I’ve lost my memory."
Outside the location of Fate, when the Flying Snow Sword Emperor first saw Shi Xiaole, he felt an indescribable perturbation in his heart. That feeling didn’t seem like encountering an enemy but more like seeing someone he was close to. Unfortunately, before he could inquire further, the location of Fate opened.
He happened to come across Shi Xiaole just now; otherwise, with his aloof nature, why would he meddle in other people’s affairs, needlessly provoking the Yellow Springs Three Gentlemen.
Hearing this, Shi Xiaole’s heart suddenly began to pound fiercely.
Because on closer reflection, he realized that he saw traces of Heavenly Snow Mountain’s sword technique in the Flying Snow Sword Emperor’s previous strikes!
Shi Xiaole quickly asked the Flying Snow Sword Emperor about where he was and what happened at the very beginning of his memory loss, hoping to discover some clues.
"I was on the main island of Bee Island, all alone,"
the Flying Snow Sword Emperor replied.
Could it be such a coincidence in the world?
The more Shi Xiaole thought about it, the more suspicious he became. But apart from waking up at Bee Island and possessing a martial skill that he couldn’t name, the Flying Snow Sword Emperor remembered nothing else.
While his speculation remained unconfirmed, Shi Xiaole thought about it and temporarily chose not to speak, to avoid misunderstandings, but he was almost completely certain in his heart.
"You’ve been badly injured, swallow this."
The Flying Snow Sword Emperor handed over a medicinal pill.
Shi Xiaole politely declined and instead took out and swallowed a medicinal pill from his own bosom, a gesture meant to disguise his Martial Way of life and death. Soon, his injuries showed miraculous improvement.
A flash of surprise swept through the Flying Snow Sword Emperor’s eyes, but he didn’t probe further, carefully putting the medicinal pill away and saying, "Follow me, I’ll take you somewhere."
Not understanding his intention, but not suspecting him of harm, and unable to move alone due to his injuries, Shi Xiaole complied. About half a day later, a vast grassland appeared before them.
On the grassland, the wild wind howled like a furious stampede of thunder, as sharp as knives and swords, with the intensely strong Wind Martial Way reaching the peak of twelvefold mastery!
Several martial artists were, despite the immense danger, desperately comprehending its mysteries within it.
