missnovel Chapter 947 804: Decisive Slash with the Broadsword
Chapter 947 804: Decisive Slash with the Broadsword
Self-amputate his own arm? This scene left everyone in front of the mirror image absolutely stunned.
Manxi blurted in a daze, "This is…"
He wanted to ask what was going on, turned his head to look at Mulan Jin, and found that she also seemed dumbfounded, clearly not understanding what was happening either. Since even she didn't know, there was no need to ask the others.
East Victory Commander Wei Mo wore a rare look of shock. Seeing Yan Zhili already like this before Shi Chun had even made a move, he felt a faint sense of unease in his heart.
Beiju Commander Lan She was stunned for a moment, then found this scene familiar. In a flash he recalled the situation when Su Jikuan cut off his own finger after crossing blows with Tong Mingshan. He had asked Su Jikuan afterward what had happened, so now he couldn't help muttering, "Su Jikuan wasn't wrong, these Artifact Refining types really do use poison…"
But to him, this wasn't a bad thing. The mutually-wounded scene he wanted had already begun: East Victory's number one war general had already lost an arm.
Lu Zhanying and his group, who were sealing off the nearby entrance to Extreme Abyss, were also shocked.
Not to mention them, even Shi Chun's group was stunned at seeing Yan Zhili sever his arm.
Back then, Wu Jinliang and the others who had seen Tong Mingshan and Su Jikuan exchange blows actually hadn't seen Su Jikuan sever his finger. One reason was distance and the lighting at the time, another was that the severed finger wasn't obvious.
Everyone's attention was on Yan Zhili's severed arm, and no one noticed that the falling arm turned into flying ash in midair and dissipated.
Yan Zhili, whose forehead was already beaded with sweat, felt as if a great weight had been lifted. The pain just now could no longer be described as heart-wrenching; it was the kind of pain that made even the soul tremble, he almost screamed from it.
His instinctive reaction had been to cast a spell to resist, only to discover something rapidly spreading up his arm that his spell couldn't suppress at all. So, once he'd shaken off the pursuit, he made a split-second decision, cutting off his arm to save himself.
Once the arm was gone, he finally managed to catch a breath. Though the searing pain from the wound was hard to dispel, the soul-trembling agony was gone, bringing a sense of relief, proving his decision had been correct.
He didn't give himself any chance to rest. Having heard about and experienced Tong Mingshan's attack speed, how would he dare hesitate too long? After casting a spell to seal the wound, he gave his sword a flick, expression solemn.
Within Shi Chun's Right Eye Superpower, he suddenly saw a change: countless beams of light rapidly crisscrossed this stretch of space into innumerable, densely packed grids. When he shifted his gaze back to Yan Zhili, he found the man's toes already stepping on something like a drawn bowstring.
The next moment, Tong Mingshan, who had turned his body into tunneling light and departed, once again charged to kill Yan Zhili.
Who would have thought that as he flashed in, Yan Zhili likewise slipped aside like a blur of shadow, shua, dodging away. This time he clearly avoided it with ease, and his evasion speed far surpassed what it had been before. Or rather, this dodging speed simply didn't look like something he could achieve with his current cultivation.
Tong Mingshan suddenly had the feeling of going up against Dongguo Shou's speed. He whipped his head around, only to find Yan Zhili had abruptly refracted back—or rather, had counter-attacked, launching a counterstrike against him.
This time, Yan Zhili was no longer fighting barehanded, nor did he dare to. As he swept past, he swung his sword in a furious slash, shamed into anger, thirsting to avenge his severed arm.
Manxi, in front of the mirror image, watched with his heart in his throat, yet couldn't very well curse anyone, since Mulan Jin of the Su Yuan Sect was right beside him.
Zhu Xiangxin, fused with the Fire Prison God Suppression Stele, pressed forward with the Flame Stele to chase Yan Zhili, but couldn't even keep up with the man's shadow.
Yan Zhili, however, hovered between illusion and reality. He could pause and rebound anywhere, he was chasing Tong Mingshan, and Tong Mingshan was also chasing him. One of them was faster in straight-line speed, the other faster in rebound and directional changes, and the two actually became entangled in a running battle.
Wu Jinliang, who was gripping his big blade and wanted to help, realized the moment he saw Yan Zhili's dodge speed that he'd be useless if he waded in, so he could only stop and watch from the side.
"Body-Sword as One…" Shi Chun murmured.
He had experienced this move back at the Sky Rain Meteor Conference in his early years, and recognized it at a glance, though he only later learned the technique was called "Body-Sword as One."
Now that Yan Zhili was using it, whether in power or speed, or in the speed at which he could freely arrange the formation, it was far beyond what Su Yuan Sect disciples Chao Zhilin and Mulan Qingqing had displayed back then, swift as a wisp of blue smoke, a phantom charm.
From the beginning, Shi Chun had known this elite disciple of the Su Yuan Sect would be difficult to handle, and he also knew this man definitely possessed the speed of Body-Sword as One. The reason he had yet to make a move was indeed that he hadn't thought of a good way to deal with him.
It wasn't that he was concerned about whether the man was Mulan Jin's fellow disciple. Rather, it was because the Three Corpses Mirror had already been broken by Su Jikuan. The Soul-breaking Bell might not be very effective against the opponent, and more importantly its effect would also impact his own allies in the fight. Immortal Strangling Silk couldn't block the opponent's sword from slicing through it; the Cold Moon Shield and Boundless Banner were clearly not of much use against this kind of opponent, and Qilin A San's speed couldn't match the opponent's rebound speed.
His only real hope truly was the Demon Dispel Hand, but Mulan Qingqing's survival after being struck by it back then made him somewhat wary.
Wariness aside, he still wanted to wait for the other party to come close and give it a try; who knew the Mingshan Sect group would be the first to get into it with the man.
Still, it wasn't without gains.
Seeing that they'd already chopped off one of the opponent's arms, Shi Chun immediately thought of using the Blood Soul Blade, but unfortunately Chen Wuji and the others present were all injured.
So he shouted loudly, "Jinliang…"
He had intended to call Wu Jinliang to first take the wounded away from the field, but just as he opened his mouth, he saw a bunch of light beams suddenly appear around them.
Shi Chun jerked his head around to look and saw another wave of light ripples rushing at him along those beams from the direction of Extreme Abyss.
Seeing Brother Yan locked in combat and having lost an arm, Lu Zhanying, gripped by grief and fury, simply couldn't sit and watch any longer and couldn't resist making a move.
Wu Jinliang thought Shi Chun was calling him. He had just flashed into motion when a bunch of Magic Soldiers suddenly appeared beside Shi Chun, stabbing him with a flurry of random swords, booming explosions erupting.
Shi Chun, dodging, forced his way through by relying on layered defenses, crashing outward as he swung his big blade and blew apart quite a few Magic Soldiers.
At the same time, the startled Wu Jinliang flew into a rage and instantly turned into a streak of tunneling light heading straight for Lu Zhanying.
His speed was so fast that even Lu Zhanying hadn't expected it, even found it frightening.
He had come too abruptly, leaving her no time to use Body-Sword as One. She hastily flashed aside to dodge while blasting out a palm strike to block him.
She usually didn't have the habit of using weapons, a common problem among Su Yuan Sect cultivators once their cultivation reached a certain level.
Who would have thought that Wu Jinliang, flashing in, would neither dodge nor evade, actually using his body to take that palm head-on.
And it wasn't just that he took that palm; the people around Lu Zhanying also scrambled to make a move to stop him—some struck out with palms, some punched through the air, some hurled blades and swords.
Wu Jinliang ignored all of it and took them head-on without exception.
He was already at the Earth Immortal Upper Realm in cultivation, and among those making a move on the scene there was no one at the Earth Immortal Great Success Realm; he himself had a certain amount of defensive power, with treasure armor protecting his body, and a Treasure Robe underneath that as well. Gritting his teeth to endure a round of blows, he still swung his long arm to chop that woman with one stroke.
And it really was just one stroke.
Amid thunderous booming, the Big Blade swept across, flinging a splash of blood through the air, along with a spinning severed arm.
Lu Zhanying herself managed to dodge away, but the arm she reflexively raised to block was chopped off; the blade cleaved from her chest down to her abdomen. Though she wasn't completely split in two, her guts were truly spilled open, blood erupting outward.
As she tumbled away, her eyes were full of disbelief, the hands clutching at her split-open body gradually losing strength.
Her strength drained away in a rush, pain flooded in, despair surfaced. She had never imagined Wu Jinliang's speed could be that fast, never imagined she couldn't even dodge a single stroke from him. Wasn't that bastard supposed to be at the Human Immortal Realm?
She'd almost avoided it, but that guy's blade was abnormally big, the edge far too long.
A comrade nearby did manage to catch her in time, wrapping his arms around her, but seeing her eviscerated, eyes about to roll white, how was she supposed to be saved? After pulling back with her in his arms, he was so shocked he didn't know what to do, his hands covered in blood as he shouted, "Someone, help… save her…"
In front of the Heavenly Mirror, Manxi was overjoyed; he really hadn't expected this, absolutely hadn't. That Giant Wu actually took down Su Yuan Sect's elite Disciple with one slash?
He was just about to clap and cheer when, at the moment his palms were about to meet, he hastily froze them and turned his head to look at Mulan Jin.
This time Mulan Jin's face had clearly darkened.
Watching life and death in someone else's camp and watching life and death in your own camp were indeed two different things.
East Victory Commander Wei Mo couldn't hide the shock on his face. That debauchee who only knew how to indulge in wine and women actually had such strength?
Not to mention them, even Chen Wuji and the others were staring at each other in disbelief.
Seeing Lu Zhanying cut down with a single stroke, her companions were so frightened they all backed away; who still dared make a move on Wu Jinliang?
The commotion of the fight drew a quick glance from Yan Zhili, who was darting about in the air; with just one look, his eyes nearly split.
His little bit of personal resentment vanished in an instant; he immediately shifted to go after Wu Jinliang. However, how could Tong Mingshan possibly let him go so easily and once again entangled him.
Facing that horrifying white light that would sever his arm with a single touch, Yan Zhili had no choice but to respond with extreme caution, yet if he didn't kill Wu Jinliang, the hatred in his heart would not be appeased.
While busy, he still split his focus, sending out a red wave that rushed along the light straight at Wu Jinliang.
Shi Chun immediately shouted, "Careful, the Dharma King…"
Seeing where Shi Chun's gaze was fixed in the void, Wu Jinliang guessed what was happening. As if bitten by lice, his shoulders gave a shake, and layers of Xubo rippled out from his body, in a flash condensing around him into a faint red human figure that looked like it had disheveled hair.
The figure wrapped around him.
At the same instant, a crimson human figure appeared in front of him—it was the Dharma King, both hands gripping a sword, hacking down in fury from above, as if wishing to split him clean in half.
Wu Jinliang, who had raised his blade, let it fall naturally onto his own shoulder, shoulder bracing the Big Blade, the blade's flat wider than his head.
Bang—the furious sword strike chopped onto the faint red figure enveloping Wu Jinliang. The figure rippled like waves, and the sword edge finally slowed, coming to a stop on the blade edge resting on his shoulder.
The impact wasn't very loud; the Dharma King's furious slash was firmly caught by Wu Jinliang.
Mulan Jin's pupils constricted sharply in front of the Mirror Image, and a word slipped from his mouth in an involuntary tremor, "Mad Demon Transformation…"
"Huh?" Manxi blurted out, turning to look at him. "How does he know the Mad Demon Transformation?"
Mulan Jin didn't respond, suspecting his eyes were playing tricks on him.
Because he was far too familiar with the Mad Demon Transformation. That perverse defensive power of the Mad Demon Transformation from Han Jia Bu—once cultivated, the body should not be this lean; the physique ought to look imposing and robust. He had never seen this skinny version before. Not only did it fail to show the aura of madness, it instead highlighted the big frame inside.
Having taken another blow head-on, Wu Jinliang knew this Dharma King's offensive and defensive power were both extraordinary, and he also knew he might not be able to break the opponent's defense. But if he had a chance to strike back and didn't, that just wasn't his style; he had to spare a hand to land a palm strike.
He immediately used the strongest bare-handed strike he believed he had—Demon Dispel Hand!
Bang—his palm slammed into the Dharma King's chest and abdomen.
As expected, that palm didn't shake the crimson body of the Dharma King in the least.
He seized the chance to dart aside and evade, ready to receive the next move, only to discover that the sword-swinging Dharma King suddenly looked as if his acupoints had been struck; his body trembled and shuddered, then abruptly twisted, and then collapsed, vanishing in an instant.
In the eyes of outsiders, that Dharma King had just been taken out by his one palm.
And indeed, it was him who took it out. Yan Zhili, locked in combat, suddenly snapped his head toward Wu Jinliang, the shock in his eyes impossible to conceal. Controlling it while distracted, he knew very clearly what had just happened: the Dharma King who had taken the hit suddenly suffered a mysterious force's ravaging, and he could no longer maintain its form, forcing him to let that strange offensive power and the Dharma King dissipate together.
To actually shatter the Dharma King head-on with a single palm—Mulan Jin's lips tightened at once, his gaze fixed, his expression more solemn than ever.
Seeing that Demon Dispel Hand's attack had indeed worked, Wu Jinliang's eyes also lit up, his confidence surging. He raised his head and, in a flash, turned into tunneling light that shot toward Yan Zhili.
Though his tunneling speed was not as fast as Tong Mingshan's, he was confident he could help to flank the enemy. Even if he only slightly delayed Evil Yan's speed, it would still create an opening for Tong Mingshan to attack.