The Geng tal Finger at the Small Success Level is not only incredibly powerful.
Even the casting speed has greatly improved compared to before.
"And most importantly, it can be controlled freely during casting, even if the magic is fully ford, it can dissipate in an instant."
Zhou Changwang still rembers when he practiced the Geng tal Finger before, he tried to disperse the magic after it had ford to avoid consumption and improve skill proficiency, but ended up losing control and the magic suddenly ruptured.
Now, with the Small Success of the Geng tal Finger, he can freely form and disperse it.
It has initially achieved the purpose he had back then.
However, the consumption of Spiritual Power will not decrease.
After all, in the instant magic is cast, it has naturally lded with the world.
The Spiritual Power in his body leaves and returns to the heavens, making it difficult to take back.
"Fellow Daoist Zhou, no need for thanks, let’s go to Crane Immortal Tower tonight for a al, my treat."
Xu Zhong looked at his now clean Spirit Field with excitent.
"No, that’s not necessary, I have sothing to do tonight, let’s gather soti later."
Zhou Changwang clasped his hands and said.
By this ti, the sky was already darkening.
If he went for a al, the sky would definitely be completely dark.
And the outskirts of Fengming Dock Marketplace are not safe places, at night, he dares not wander as there may be Tribulation Cultivators who can’t resist attacking him.
Even if it’s not a Tribulation Cultivator, an ordinary Loose Cultivator seeing him alone might be tempted to hit him over the head, turning from soone seen as kind by neighbors into a Tribulation Cultivator in an instant.
Here, weakness is the original sin.
...
Entering the outskirts of the Marketplace, the sky was already dark.
Zhou Changwang walked along a familiar alley, seeing that his ho was near, his steps grew lighter.
Just then.
Zhou Changwang’s steps paused, his body instantly retreated.
At the sa ti, a small knife, like lightning, stabbed into the ground.
"Who?"
Zhou Changwang’s eyelids twitched madly, instantly seeing a figure in black clothes with a black cloth covering the face, holding a long sword, swiftly attacking him.
anwhile, behind him, there was another person also in black clothing, with a black cloth covering the face, holding a curved knife, seemingly at ease but moving as fast as an illusion, rushing to his front in just a few steps, slashing out diagonally like an antelope hanging a horn.
As the knife was being slashed, a chain-like Sword Aura had already reached his front.
As soon as the two appeared, they didn’t speak a word, directly launching attacks, swift and fierce.
"Two people? Martial Artists? Two Innate Martial Artists?"
Zhou Changwang was shocked.
He hadn’t expected two Innate Martial Artists to suddenly guard his unavoidable path and attack him.
If it weren’t for now being a Cultivator at the Qi Cultivation Stage Second Layer, with a body continuously nourished by Spiritual Power becoming extraordinary, and greatly enhanced senses, able to hear cicadas chirping from hundreds of ters away, see fine details within ten steps... Otherwise, he wouldn’t have noticed this ambush, and the first Flying Knife would have hit him.
Seeing the slash coming at this mont, he didn’t have ti to think, hurriedly raised the Spiritual Hoe in his hand to et the Sword Aura.
Clang!
Sparks flew.
Zhou Changwang’s Spiritual Hoe was violently flung open, a notch appeared at the top of the hoe.
Don’t look down on the seemingly inconspicuous Spiritual Hoe in his hand, it can be infused with Spiritual Power, its material is naturally unusual, its hardness comparable to divine weapons in the eyes of mortals.
But the two before him, being Innate in the Martial Arts Path among mortals, wielding weapons that emit True Qi outwardly, their weapons are undoubtedly of divine weapon quality, hence causing the notch on his Spiritual Hoe.
However, if this continues, his Spiritual Hoe won’t last a few more strikes.
"Damn."
Zhou Changwang cursed.
Only to see a long sword striking from below upwards, piercing directly.
As the sword light blossod, Sword Aura intertwined within.
This was the first Martial Artist, who had now rushed close to pierce with this sword.
Zhou Changwang awkwardly rolled to the side, narrowly dodging the sword.
Upon rising, he didn’t hesitate, his body surging with Spiritual Power, controlling his Heart Spirit, swiftly forming one Dharma Rune structure after another.
He knew the two were Martial Artists, their speed, strength, technique... far superior to his.
And what he could rely on at this mont.
Only the magic.
The only Attack Type Magic Technique he mastered, Geng tal Finger.
"He’s casting magic, quickly interrupt him."
A shout from a female voice ca forth, then the sword-wielder lightly stepped on a wall, soaring like a swift swallow, slashing towards him.
"Don’t worry."
The other person then shouted low, swiftly chasing like a Zen-flying goose, wielding a moon-like curved knife slashing fiercely.
The two cooperated closely with a knife and sword.
Their thick Innate True Qi crazily infused into the Knife and Sword, causing them both to gleam with light, slashing and piercing dangerously.
Zhou Changwang’s face turned pale, frantically blocking with the Spiritual Hoe, retreating continuously from the imnse force of successive impacts as the Knife and Sword slashed.
anwhile, his internal Spiritual Power circulated, Heart Spirit remaining steady, controlling the formation of Magic Spells.
Just now, his Geng tal Finger reaching the Small Success Realm allowed him to beco very familiar with this magic, greatly enhancing his Spiritual Energy control ability, otherwise it would be truly difficult to maintain casting in such a fierce battle.
"Not good, his magic is almost ford!"
"Isn’t it said Cultivators need to stand still to cast magic? How is he still continuing?
Besides, why so fast?"
Both Innate Martial Artists were astonished simultaneously.
"Wind Wave Slash!"
Seeing this, one quickly shouted, the curved knife in hand glead intensely, slashing rapidly.
Zhou Changwang only felt light on his hand.
The frenziedly waving Spiritual Hoe was already cut in half.
"Gale Sword!"
On the other side, the sword-wielder frantically swung the Long Sword, transforming into countless stars.
Weng!
However, also at this mont, Zhou Changwang’s magic finally ford.
Geng tal Finger!
Without any hesitation, he pointed forward.
A golden light flashed and disappeared instantly.
Puff!
And in the next mont, the sword-wielder’s head had a blood-red hole.
Afterwards, the blood flowed incessantly from the hole.
Dead.
The scattered Sword Aura lost strength with her death, then dissipated.
"Xifeng..."
The other person shouted, eyes instantly turning red, raising the curved knife, frantically slashing at Zhou Changwang.
But, also at this mont, a unique Spiritual Light suddenly descended upon him, greatly reducing his forrly fast speed.
Zhou Changwang rejoiced at the sight, disregarding who suddenly intervened to help, quickly retreating beyond the attack range, internal Spiritual Power surging, swiftly forming Dharma Runes.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths...
After three breaths, the magic ford.
He pointed out.
Even though the man in black swiftly reacted, blocking with the knife, the Geng tal Finger pierced through the back of the knife instantly, and with unabated force, pierced through his head.
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