Chapter 430: Chapter 246: Nothing Special_2
In the blink of an eye, countless sword edges arrived, the Sword Qi like threads, like rain, like the Yangtze River, like the waters from the Ninth Heaven...
Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang!!
The sharp aura clashed intensely upon the Arhat’s virtual shadow, producing an extreme collision sound.
It caused the sharp aura to scatter wildly, leaving sword marks all around.
Lingjue struggled to sustain himself within, thinking that Wu Qianhuan was young, with limited Inner Strength, and once he endured this move, it would be time to counterattack...
What he didn’t know was that Wu Qianhuan, in order to catch up with Chu Qing, had cultivated the "Moon-Pointing Profound Skill," treading on thin ice throughout the process.
This allowed her Inner Strength to advance by leaps and bounds, and although she could not compare with someone like Chu Qing who seemed to possess supernatural abilities, she was by no means comparable to Lingjue.
In just a moment, Lingjue, who was barely supporting himself, could no longer hold on.
Cracks appeared on the Arhat’s virtual shadow, quickly spreading throughout its body, and with a crashing sound, the shadow shattered completely.
His body couldn’t help but be blown backward.
Wu Qianhuan retracted the Moonlight as a Sword, she couldn’t really stab the disciple of the Vajra Sect’s abbot to death, but at the same moment she withdrew the sword, she tapped her foot and split into eight figures.
This was the "Eight Directions Tracing" technique from "Cold River Lone Shadow."
The eight figures simultaneously drew their swords, with the sword edge scattering into seven.
The eight figures, each with seven Sword Shadows, a total of fifty-six swords at present; as Lingjue was still retreating, his body center of gravity hadn’t stabilized, but through the corner of his eye, he could see so many dazzling shadows, having no idea how to dodge them.
The Eight Directions Sword Shadows instantly enveloped him, leaving him no chance to discern them.
In that moment, he couldn’t help but curse inwardly.
Thinking that this young girl, even if skilled in Martial Arts, couldn’t be that good at such a young age...
Yet, she practically unleashed everything from the start.
Before he could even make a move, her Sword Qi had already blasted him away.
Now in mid-air, being twisted by these dense Sword Shadows.
How is this a little girl, she’s like a calamity!
If stabbed by her, death was inevitable.
In an instant, he couldn’t help but cry out:
"Master... save me!!!"
This young lady wasn’t trying to spar with him, she intended to kill!
"Amitabha!"
A Buddhist chant echoed through the heavens and earth, following which came a loud sound, as a palm extended from the soft palanquin.
A huge golden Palm Seal appeared overhead!
The Palm Seal pushed across, Wu Qianhuan’s fifty-six swords were mostly feints, propelled by the palm shadow, seven of the eight figures vanished, with the final sword pointing at the palm shadow.
A round moon rose once more behind, hanging high above the head.
Borrowing this force, the sword point thrust, piercing through the palm shadow, which shattered along the way.
However, the strong wind that arose sent Wu Qianhuan back along the momentum.
This exchange ended here, as it was originally a spar with Lingjue, but Wudao intervened.
The spar naturally got interrupted, and Wu Qianhuan returned to stop it.
Yet, unexpectedly, a cold laugh came from within the palanquin.
"Good Sword Technique!!"
As soon as the words fell, a figure suddenly flew out of the palanquin:
"Now catch this old monk’s punch!"
Previously, with one palm wielding sixty percent strength, he held back for his status, not only to save Lingjue but also to show this young girl her limits.
Who would’ve thought that his palm would be broken by Wu Qianhuan’s sword.
Who is he?
The abbot head of the Vajra Sect, one of the Five Great Sects.
A palm with sixty percent Inner Strength was broken by an unknown little girl, if word spread, how would he ever face anyone again?
Fueled by anger in that moment, he refused to let Wu Qianhuan get away easily.
So this time, his strike power reached ninety percent, using the Vajra Sect’s Secret Technique, "Kashyapa Divine Fist!"
With the Fist Momentum, a Buddha’s shadow appeared behind him, numerous arm shadows unfolded, densely packed like a Thousand-armed Guanyin, and simultaneously, all these shadows clenched into fists, concentrating power from all directions into one punch.
Before Wu Qianhuan could stabilize her stance, she felt a fierce wind sweeping by, her body like a willow catkin drifting with the wind.
Immediately realizing the danger... she had provoked the young, now the elder seeks revenge!
With her cultivation, it would be difficult to take this punch head-on, but she had a naturally competitive spirit, the stronger her opponent, the more it fueled her fighting spirit.
She awaited her stance to stabilize, to regroup, focusing her entire strength with the "Moon-Pointing Profound Skill" to see if she could break Wudao’s punch.
But before landing, a hand had already wrapped around her waist.
Wu Qianhuan was stunned, couldn’t help but glance at Chu Qing beside her, only to realize she didn’t have to fight alone...
Chu Qing sneered:
"Vajra Sect’s so mighty, dare lay hands on my people right in front of me!?"
When polite, Chu Qing referred to himself as junior.
But those who underestimated him as such... made the wrong calculation.
With a turn, Wu Qianhuan was spun to the other side, endless cold air wrapped into the wind, converging to a point.
The sound of the wind roared, extending from Chu Qing’s body, and in the next moment, he stamped heavily, stepping into the void, moving through the air.
A fist shadow filled with frost shot out, striking directly towards Wudao’s fist shadow.
Two forces collided instantly, followed by a loud explosion.
Wudao’s "Kashyapa Divine Fist" magnificent as it was, shattered upon colliding with Chu Qing.
Even the Buddha’s shadow behind him disintegrated into the eight directions in an instant.
Wudao’s expression changed, the next moment, Chu Qing suddenly altered his technique, a huge fist shadow plummeted from the sky.
Too late to think more, Wudao raised his hands instinctively to block.
Yet, as soon as his palms touched the virtual shadow, he felt cold forces streaming into his meridians.
So cold that they almost froze his entire meridians, furthermore, the huge force wasn’t hindered at all, pressing down on him entirely.
In an instant, Wudao’s face twisted, unable to control himself, he plummeted toward the ground.
Boom!!!
A muffled sound shook the eight directions.
The ground whipped up a series of dust clouds, several nearby martial monks were blown away, several little novices huddled together, barely resisting the gale. They weren’t blown away, but the flower petals from their baskets all flew away.
Even the roof of the soft palanquin was lifted by the force.
The assembly of monks was shocked.
Disciples of the Taiheng Sect stood holding swords, watching the spectacle from on high.
As the dust settled, there appeared a fist-shaped pit at the foot of Taiheng Mountain.
The pit wasn’t large, but lying within was Wudao.
Gone was the mysterious, elusive demeanor of the enlightened monk from before.
His nose was bruised, face swollen, limbs spread like a frog, lying in the pit, one leg twitching uncontrollably.
Chu Qing, holding Wu Qianhuan, descended from mid-air, landed steadily, then asked Wu Qianhuan:
"Were you hurt by the monk earlier?"
Wu Qianhuan shook her head:
"With you here, he couldn’t hurt me."
"I thought I was just sparring with his disciple, who knew the dignified Vajra Sect’s abbot would be this shameless."
Chu Qing coldly glanced into the pit:
"Aren’t you getting up, first you bullied the young, now are you pretending to be dead to avoid the world?
"If I wanted to kill you... you’d have no chance to pretend dead here."
After saying this, there were several sounds, as a few monks gathered around the fist pit, a leading old monk said ’Amitabha’ to Chu Qing:
"Donor, please stay calm, today’s incident was our Vajra Sect’s fault.
"But now our abbot is seriously injured, please show mercy, don’t chase us to extinction."
"Which old monk are you?"
"This humble monk is Xingzhi."
The old monk put his palms together.
Chu Qing narrowed his eyes at him, sneered:
"If I wanted to kill, you wouldn’t have the chance to dictate terms in front of me...
"The Vajra Sect, I’ve seen enough today... is nothing more, in my view."
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