Crafting an Immortal Race with Daily Hexagrams-Chapter 308 - 192: Path of Great Derivation Showdown
"Such behavior truly disgusts me."
"Junior Brother Qiu, mind your words!"
The old man with long eyebrows changed his expression upon hearing this, about to say something, when suddenly he felt a divine sense recklessly sweep over the tree where the three were hiding!
In an instant, the expressions of the three tightened, hastily keeping silent and not daring to make any movement.
Once the divine sense had moved away, the old man with long eyebrows looked suspiciously and said, "Judging by the strength of this divine sense, it ought to be a cultivator at the Middle Stage of Fetal Breathing..."
"The three of us came here and avoided everyone along the way, so who is this Middle Stage Fetal Breathing cultivator?"
"Could we have been exposed?"
The old woman frowned and spoke.
The beardless man shook his head and said, "It shouldn’t be..."
"Not good, quickly dodge!"
Before the beardless man finished speaking, a terrifying sword aura suddenly slashed down from the void above!
The old man with long eyebrows gave a loud shout!
The trio instantly transformed into streams of light, scattering in all directions!
Boom!
Just as their figures dodged, the tree where they had been hiding was immediately cleaved in half by the sword aura!
The ground was carved out by the sword aura, creating a terrifying trench!
The trio hovered in mid-air, quietly watching the sky in the distance, where a figure stepped through the void toward them.
"It’s the sword Dao genius from the Shen Family!"
As Shen Wen’an took each step forward, a phantom long sword appeared beneath his feet, the old man with long eyebrows spoke with a heavy expression.
"Middle Stage of Fetal Breathing... How did this kid break through so quickly!?"
The beardless middle-aged man furrowed his brows, staring at Shen Wen’an in a blue robe, holding a long sword.
"A sword cultivator at the Middle Stage of Fetal Breathing is not easy to deal with, what should we do?"
The old woman spoke with some apprehension.
Clearly, she had no desire to engage with a sword cultivator.
The old man with long eyebrows wore a gloomy expression, his eyes flashing slightly, saying, "With him here, I’m afraid our mission will be difficult to succeed."
"For now, just don’t expose yourselves, neither of you speak."
The old man gave a word of caution, then manipulated the wind to slowly approach Shen Wen’an.
"Why did you suddenly attack..."
Whoosh!
Before he finished speaking, Shen Wen’an in the distance launched two cyan sword auras with a wave of his hand, attacking him from the left and right!
"You!"
The old man with long eyebrows became furious upon seeing this!
He hadn’t expected Shen Wen’an would choose to attack without even giving a chance to speak.
"Let’s go together!"
Knowing that today’s matter could no longer be settled peacefully, the old man with long eyebrows shouted angrily, erecting a fiery Spiritual Power Shield in front of him!
Bang!
Bang!
The two cyan sword Qi struck his Spiritual Power Shield, sparking flames, but only rippling circles on the shield.
The other two, taking advantage of this opportunity, began mobilizing their spiritual power and forming formulas with their hands.
In an instant, a large amount of fire attribute spiritual Qi quickly gathered in the sky behind the trio!
From afar, it looked as if the sky had been set ablaze!
The beardless middle-aged man, apparently skilled with the sword, slowly drew his long sword and unleashed a flaming sword aura toward Shen Wen’an!
Seeing this, Shen Wen’an sneered coldly in his heart.
Using a sword in front of a sword cultivator?
This person indeed had some nerve.
The Dragon-Slaying Magical Sword in his hand unsheathed and lightly swung in the void.
The next moment, sounds of rushing water echoed in the sky before both sides, and waves formed by sword Qi surged toward the trio like a torrent.
Back at Cyan Ruo Sword House, after witnessing this technique from Chu Yuanfeng, Shen Wen’an found himself increasingly fond of the Tidal Sword Technique.
Over the years, whenever he had free time, he would try to perfect this technique.
He had spent years mastering this technique to a point that surpassed Chu Yuanfeng.
The sky was engulfed by roaring waves, which absorbed the fire sword aura of the beardless middle-aged man and grew more powerful.
Seeing this, the middle-aged man wanted to swing his sword again, but the old man with long eyebrows quickly stopped him.
"Junior Brother Qiu, don’t rush!"
"This young man’s Tidal Sword technique has already absorbed a hint of the realm that embraces all things; any sword technique might become nourishment for it."
The middle-aged man named Qiu, hearing this, immediately put away his long sword reluctantly, then formed formulas and summoned a flood of fireballs at the tidal waves!
Among the trio, the old woman wielded her Wooden Staff Magical Artifact, fire attribute Heaven and Earth spiritual Qi swirling around her quickly forming a several-zhang-long Fire Dragon!
"Go!"
She let out a low shout, pointing the staff into the void!
The Fire Dragon roared and charged up!
Its body, flying toward the sky full of water waves, continuously absorbed fire spiritual Qi from the air, swelling to a hundred zhang in an instant!
Boom!
Boom!
The techniques clashed fiercely in the void, exploding with massive energy ripples!
Fire and steam spread, indiscriminately sweeping the spiritual power toward all four combatants.
Shen Wen’an slightly furrowed his brows, waved his hand and formed a Sword Element Shield in front of him to withstand the impact of the energy ripples.
On the other side, the three of the Suihuo Sect seemed a beat too slow.
Their figures were instantly forced back dozens of zhang by the energy ripples!
The old woman stumbled as her figure faltered, and just as she formed formulas to stabilize herself, an electric light suddenly shot out from the forest below!
The electric light was extremely fast and silent, and by the time the old woman noticed, it had penetrated the water mist in front of her!
Puff!
In the blink of an eye, caught unprepared, she couldn’t manage to form her Spiritual Power Shield and was pierced through the shoulder by the electric light!
A line of blood sprayed, the old woman groaned softly, hurriedly using spiritual power to protect the wound on her shoulder!
"Who launched a surprise attack!?"
The old man with long eyebrows gazed sharply toward the forest below.
Amidst the dense forest, a shadow holding a White Bone Bow swiftly flickered several times before disappearing!
"It’s Shen Chongming!"
The old man with long eyebrows snorted coldly, "Thunder attribute is straightforward, I didn’t expect this little brat to be so devious!"
After Shen Chongming shot the old woman with an arrow, he immediately retreated to a distance.
He knew very well that battles between those at the Late Stage of the Fetal Breathing Realm were beyond his ability to join.
For now, to assist his third uncle Shen Wen’an, his best bet was to interfere with the trio without causing additional trouble.
"Squeak, squeak..."
Hiding behind a large rock, Shen Chongming was preparing to launch another surprise attack when he suddenly heard a squeaking sound behind him, discovering a Poisonous Miasma Centipede at Qi Cultivation Seventh Layer.
The centipede seemed to have come to deliver a message, its massive body squealing while wriggling toward the south.
Seeing this, Shen Chongming frowned tightly:
"Are the Southern Border demon beasts invading?" 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮
The Poisonous Miasma Centipede nodded repeatedly.
Seeing this, Shen Chongming felt anxious.
Truly adding insult to injury: three Late Stage Fetal Breathing cultivators from the Suihuo Sect plotting malfeasance, and now Southern Border demon beasts striking by at a critical moment.
Glancing at the four fighting in the sky, he realized that first dealing with the three from the Suihuo Sect was imperative before confronting the Southern Border demon beasts.
Slowly raising his long bow, Shen Chongming prepared to ambush the three from Suihuo Sect again when he suddenly glanced at the Poisonous Miasma Centipede by his side, a keen gleam sparking in his eyes.
Immediately, he fetched several arrows from his storage bag, laying them before the centipede:
"Little centipede, bring some poison!"
"Yes, a lot!"
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