Sixty-four streams of sword light poured down, the peak was filled with countless flashes of golden light, like fireflies dancing chaotically. The sword Qi that shot out almost shaved off a layer of soil and rock below.
After a short while, Zhang Yan retracted the sword light, gazing down to see that aside from the billowing smoke and dust on the cliff, there was nothing left, evidently indicating that Feng Haiyang had once again escaped first.
He wasn’t surprised. In the past, Ban Shaoming’s Transformation Sword technique far surpassed his own, yet he still couldn’t capture this person. This failed strike was within expectations.
At this mont, he suddenly sensed sothing, lifted his head to see Feng Haiyang with arms crossed, appearing above the Tribulation Water, casting his gaze in this direction.
Zhang Yan squinted slightly, knowing that Feng Haiyang’s technique of changing reality and illusion was remarkable. None of those who fought him could find his True Body, likely because he had already covered all loopholes, leaving no opportunity to exploit. Focusing solely on finding weaknesses would only let him lead by the nose.
Given this, a change in tactics was necessary to defeat the enemy.
He quickly dismissed many unsuitable thods from his mind, leaving only one thod: to openly and honestly compete with techniques and mana, and see who could last until the end!
If it were soone else, they would be unable to catch up with that Netherworld Escape Technique, even thinking about it would be a luxury. But he was different. With the Sword Escape Skill and the Little All Heaven Moving Technique, he could keep up with this person’s pace, so he had no worries.
With his mind set, he let out a resonant cry, soared with his sword, transforming into a dazzling arc, and pursued upwards along the Tribulation Water from the ground to the sky.
As he traversed, surging waves kept crashing below, seemingly trying to block him, but the Sword Escape was truly extraordinary; agile and twisting, each ti an attack approached, he only made a slight turn to dodge. After advancing several miles, he suddenly felt his body tense, and his tunneling speed slowed, evidently suppressed by the Heaven and Earth Locking Skill.
Zhang Yan’s gaze flickered slightly. Although he hadn’t yet devised a good way to handle this move, it also indicated that Feng Haiyang had no other significant ans to limit him. This Divine Skill required a substantial consumption of mana; if used several more tis, no one could sustain it.
After slightly restricting Zhang Yan’s movents, Feng Haiyang gave him a deep look, then slowly subrged into the Tribulation Water, his figure soon disappearing.
Just now seeing Zhang Yan restore his body, clearly moving unobstructed, he realized that distant strikes were no longer viable.
If he let him continue following, it would only replay the previous scenario, so he had to change strategies again, or he would fall into a passive position.
Previously, fighting with others, he was always the aggressor, never taking a defensive stance. Now, hiding behind the Tribulation Water, no one could find him, and instead, he could calmly launch attacks, once again turning the situation to his advantage.
Zhang Yan flew swiftly on his sword, quickly reaching the top of the Tribulation Water, circling in the clouds. Seeing the waves roiling below, rushing ceaselessly, each approach t with waves rising threateningly; he had to first find a way to evade them.
Standing in the depths of the Tribulation Water, Feng Haiyang watched his actions, his eyes deeply intense, secretly pondering: "Zhang Yan, how will you respond?"
The Six Great Demon Sects had been particularly attentive to the rising stars of the Xuann over the centuries. He was long aware that Zhang Yan was a rare figure in the Mingcang Sect for millennia, a First-class Elixir Formation, reaching Nascent Soul in a hundred years, considered extraordinary beyond compare. Even within the Demon Sect, his high appraisal was second only to Huo Xuan.
However, upon truly confronting him, his peculiar Daoist Skills and nurous thods far exceeded his imagination. Particularly, this person’s experience in fighting seed not to be inferior, hence he regarded him as a formidable adversary.
In his heart, he judged that the current situation, perhaps anyone else would be at a loss, but this person might have a way to deal with it.
Zhang Yan circled above, constantly thinking of counterasures. His gaze swept over; this Tribulation Water spanned over twenty miles long, disappearing into the void at both ends, rging with the cloud, making it unknown where Feng Haiyang might be hiding. Finding him seed nearly impossible; if this stalemate was not broken, the subsequent duel would likely put him at a disadvantage.
After a brief consideration, he appeared to have made a decision, a solemn expression crossing his face. Suddenly, he rose to the Do Sky, standing high, began to cast a spell, fully activating the Five Elents Tai Xuan True Skill.
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