61: Chapter 53 Peerless Expert 61: Chapter 53 Peerless Expert His face covered by a lead-colored mask, the assassin with white temples imdiately sensed that sothing was wrong.
At this mont, he had already moved away from the area where Yue Qianfeng had sealed the Primordial Qi.
Gripping his weapon tightly, a blood-colored aura rose from his body.
A Cultivation Technique molded in the likeness of the Dharma Form took shape as a blood-red, ferocious wolf at his side, its paws pressing into the ground as its gaze, grim and foreboding, swept the surroundings, and said, “Good, good zither sound affecting form, I didn’t expect there to be such an expert here.”
“Those with profound Inner Strength can kill a person with a plucked leaf or a flown petal.”
“The so-called supre Primordial Spirit of the Taoist path can also kill with zither sound, with the strings’ sound like a sword, splitting mountains and parting seas, all within a single tune, but I don’t know, which esteed sir has co today?
I am not skilled, but I am willing to learn.”
As he spoke, he paced forward, his mighty aura circulating within his body, his gaze icy cold, sweeping over his surroundings, his eyes sharp and alert.
He ca to a stop beside a huge rock with his right foot, as the wind blew and the branches swayed slightly.
The zither sound suddenly stirred.
Trees to the left shook violently, and branches fell flat.
Leaves fluttered down, landing beside the boulder, the assassin exploded into action with lightning speed, shattering the rock, while the three light-yellow spring flowers next to the stone were trampled into the mud.
In an instant, the assassin charged in the direction of the zither sound.
He raised his hand to parry, the sword sound mournful.
As if it had touched another sword.
He seized the opportunity to swing his saber, and the killing aura transford into a sword light that tore through the sky but was broken in an instant.
The blood-colored Breaking Army Sword Light dissolved in mid-air, sliced cleanly, while the Qi Blade stirred up by the zither sound didn’t stop.
One of the best assassins in the Chen Country felt a pain on his cheek, blood already seeping out, his icy gaze now burning with a fierce intent to kill.
He had lived a sufficiently long career as an assassin.
Which ant he had faced a variety of opponents.
This naturally included those who were neither purely Martial nor Taoist, neither Confucian nor Buddhist—so-called noble experts.
“Found you.”
He stepped across the void, causing space to ripple, his body closing the gap through the air.
Compared with martial artists like Xue Daoyong and Yue Qianfeng, he was inferior.
But in comparison to those who were skilled in zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting, he was extrely strong!
His foundation also belonged to one of the All Schools, skilled in concealing his form and Qi chanism before bursting out to ambush his opponents.
He knew that if the Four Arts were cultivated to a very high standard, they could exhibit many marvelous functions when combined with the power of the Primordial Spirit.
But such experts also had one weakness.
Close combat!
Within a three-foot radius, martial artists feared nothing.
The man wielded his saber wildly, slashing apart the continuous Qi Blades, the broken remnants of Qi chanism splitting the surrounding trees, boulders, and the earth, creating a scene of devastation.
After charging several miles, his eyes suddenly brightened.
He finally saw the figure of a woman sitting on a bluestone; the assassin’s blood boiled, and he directly used a forbidden technique.
His speed surged once more, ignoring the many attacking Qi Blades.
The woman raised the zither in her hands to block the saber.
The assassin’s right hand held the saber, his left hand pressed hard against the back of the blade.
The Qi chanism rose explosively once again.
“You’ve lost!!!”
Blood sprayed in all directions.
A head flew up, then landed on the ground.
The headless assassin, as if he had taken his own life with his blade, used his own sword to sever his neck.
There he stood with the blade, staggering slightly.
As his head fell to the ground, his face still bore a smile.
The leaves he saw earlier finally fluttered down and landed on his body before his figure heavily fell, kneeling beside the boulder.
The stone that should have shattered was instead bloodstained by the light yellow flowers beside it.
The wind rustled the leaves, the sound as lodious as the zither.
The tune, yet to conclude, had already co to a tranquil end.
All around were marks of swords, and in his perception, those trees and the earth that had been slashed to pieces remained as intact as before; his weapon sared with his own blood.
From beginning to end, he never managed to leave this clearing enveloped by the forest.
The zither sound lodious, fading away and finally disappearing.
The first section of the zither piece ended.
The seventy-third ranked assassin of the Southern Dynasty of Chen Country.
Died by self-inflicted death.
……
Li Guanyi burst into the encirclent of five people, his body low to avoid the crisscrossing sword light, then imdiately stepped on the ground, twisted his body and burst forth with force, the handle of the saber heavily striking a man’s belly, causing his face to contort, and then Li Guanyi took the opportunity to swing his saber, driving several people back.
The saber’s edge was tyrannical.
The five assassins initially felt that with their strength, they must be superior to this youth.
But when the battle began, they discovered that without their prideful Entering Realm thods and unable to perform many profound techniques, they were slightly unaccustod to this white-blade battle.
Their bodies had been honed by Primordial Qi beyond the youth’s, which was one point of their confidence.
However, they found this not to be the case at this mont.
Even the strength of tigers and mammoths, though greater than that of humans, wasn’t a match for humans.
Strength alone could not completely determine the outco.
The heavy saber, with the movents of the Breaking Army Eight Sabers technique, swept a circle of saber wind, forcing the crowd’s weapons back, and then, as light as a butterfly, although it was a heavy saber, it moved as nimbly as a curved saber.
He stepped lightly, and the saber’s edge kissed the throat of an assassin, spilling blood.
The assassin, capable of cleaving saber light and now clutching his throat, staggered back.
He imdiately sealed his ridians with Inner Qi, then pulled out a silver needle to block his Qi chanism at his neck, miraculously saving his life, though his Qi chanism was weakened, making it difficult to exert force.
If he were to explode with power again, blood might gush out in an instant, leading to a complete and violent death.
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