Chapter 1267: Chapter 1267: Epiphany
The Cold Flood Dragon saw such a sword strike from afar and felt its scalp go cold.
The sword strike seemed incredibly dangerous even to it.
Not good, the master is in danger!
The Cold Flood Dragon cried out in its heart, wanting to rush to help.
However, Sect Leader Wang of Yizheng Sect tightly entangled it, making it impossible to break free for a while.
While it was distracted, Wang Bingye’s fist landed squarely on the unprepared Cold Flood Dragon, causing it great pain.
The Cold Flood Dragon let out a surprised cry, and cold sweat instantly broke out on its forehead.
The sect leaders have become increasingly difficult to deal with under the influence of Evil Qi; they’ve grown stronger in such a short time?!
If I’m distracted further, I might be killed here in the next moment.
Besides, there’s no way to get over there now. The master has great fortune and fate; hopefully, he will be safe.
As Xu Caomu swung his sword, Yang Yan immediately felt a chill engulf his entire body.
He was instantly paralyzed, almost as if he couldn’t move under pressure!
Yang Yan’s heart sank, thinking this is not good.
No, this sword strike is too dangerous, and I’m being immobilized; what should I do!
Yang Yan’s thoughts flashed in an instant, and he stared intently at the trembling sword tip, mentally extremely tense.
Just as Xu Caomu’s longsword was about to touch Yang Yan’s body, an indescribable ripple vibrated between the longsword and Yang Yan’s body!
"The Power of Space!"
Xu Caomu cried out in surprise, a look of astonishment appearing on his face.
That’s right!
The Power of Space that Yang Yan comprehended was barely wielded at this critical moment, allowing him to narrowly escape disaster!
After the danger, Yang Yan swiftly moved several meters away, cold sweat streaming down the side of his face.
The Cold Flood Dragon saw Yang Yan free himself and exhaled lightly, relaxing its tightly wound nerves.
Turning back, it looked at Sect Leader Wang, and launched a Dragon Breath full of cold energy right at him.
Yang Yan saw the Wolf King come urgently to fight with Xu Caomu, and managed a bitter smile.
It seems I’m still too weak!
Battles in the Golden Core Realm are indeed not something I can participate in at this stage.
Turning around, he looked at the pursuing evil beings, and the experience of Nine Reincarnations quickly swept away all unnecessary thoughts.
"I’m still young, what is there to regret!"
Yang Yan squinted his eyes, charging toward the myriad evil beings, keeping a careful mindset honed from past trials when Xu Caomu’s sword swung over.
In that sword strike, he felt not only crisis but also something else.
Mastery, Heaven-Born Sword Intent?
Why are most young martial artists in the same realm far weaker than the older generation?
It’s not the depth of cultivation but a lack of experience!
Through years of training, the older generation’s sword skills and fists have become like second nature.
Why can Xu Caomu and others, even under the control of evil, still use their former sword skills?
Because they have long been ingrained in their hearts.
Their bodies are already familiar with their known sword techniques.
When attacked, they practically don’t need to think; their bodies already know what sword technique to use at what time to respond.
If that’s the case, why can’t I do the same?
Yang Yan’s eyes were clear, recalling every move and technique he learned from swordsmanship, mentally deeply entrenched in it.
"Lift!"
Yang Yan’s sword tip slightly slanted down, swiftly tracing an arc in the air without touching smoke and fire.
The disciple in front, tainted by Evil Qi, was momentarily dazed, blood appearing between his brows, then collapsing to the ground sliding down.
Yang Yan ignored the blood splashed on his face by the sword tip, his expression showing no hint of emotion.
"Thrust!"
He held the longsword level in front of him, plunging forward.
The evil being ahead was impaled on the longsword, but, lacking pain, continued attacking Yang Yan with its weapon.
"Flip!"
With the sword standing upright, power reached the front of the blade, the sword tip went upward.
Yang Yan flicked away the limbs reduced to fragments, charging ahead like a machine.
Draw, carry, lift, block, strike, thrust, point, snap, stir, press, chop, intercept, wash, cloud, hang, scoop, slice, lift, smear, shave, stab, circle!
Yang Yan unleashed his basic sword techniques, and wherever his sword tip pointed, things turned into fragments flying into the air!
Qing Lin and Flying Heaven saw their master so brave, and the ancient beast instincts hidden within awoke even more.
Their eyes slightly reddened, their moves became increasingly open and expansive.
The Cold Flood Dragon broke through Wang Bingye’s defense with its powerful claws, leaving a large hole in his right shoulder, forcing Wang Bingye back, and glanced toward Yang Yan.
"Is this..." the Cold Flood Dragon was somewhat astonished, "an awakening?"
It’s said that only those with minds surpassing the ordinary, who can always remain clear, may encounter it, known as "seeing one’s true nature."
In such a state, regardless of how long it lasts, one’s cultivation will greatly advance.
The Cold Flood Dragon suddenly smiled, seemed to understand something, composed its thoughts, and looked back at Wang Bingye, cold energy brimming, an energy surge like a sea flooding forward.
The Wolf King and Black Death were also stirred by the scene.
Even though Xu Caomu and others’ strength slowly increased with Evil Qi’s replenishment, the beasts were not inferior.
Suddenly, this area seemed like a volcanic eruption, the ground cracked, rising and falling like waves.
The evil beings affected just felt heavenly thunder rumbling, blasted into the air, then torn apart and scattered.
Those in the outer circles instantly bled from their mouth and nose, nearly dying on the spot.
On the other side, Yang Yan was gradually entering a good state, each move and technique faintly glowing, as if slowly breaking free from shackles, leaping to higher levels.
Just as Yang Yan was excitedly fighting, feeling the sword techniques gradually permeating his subconscious, he suddenly sensed something wrong.
"Hmm?!"
In battle, Yang Yan suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, furrowed his brows, and turned to shout to the Five Exotic Beasts fighting fiercely: "Follow me!"
Since Yang Yan formed a Soul Contract with the Void-Devouring Tiger, they’ve had slight telepathic connection.
Now sensing this response, it must mean the Ten Sect forces are in trouble!
Hearing these words from Yang Yan, though not knowing why, the Five Beasts shouted, "Yes!"
Yang Yan lifted his sword tip, slashed through surrounding evil beings, then flicked them away, sent fragments of limbs flying, and immediately leapt into the air.
Qing Lin knew what to do, with a swoop of its wings, curved around, avoiding other evil beings, and steadily caught Yang Yan on its back.
"Master, where to?" Qing Lin asked with some respect.
Yang Yan rubbed his brows, answering, "Go back to find the retreating seven sect disciples. Just now I felt a pang in my heart; with my telepathic bond with Hu, they might be in trouble."
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