Peerless Divine Doctor Chapter 839: The Art of Sword Control

Ye Luo quickly consud a Qi Recovery Pill to restore his True Qi while preparing to summon the Eight Feet Mirror to block the opponent’s strike, then seize the chance to escape.

With his current strength, killing this high-ranking Sword Sect expert from the ninth layer of the Saint Realm was not easy, especially with another skilled swordsman and that masked middle-aged man also present.

Now that he had snatched the opponent’s fragnt of the map, that masked middle-aged man might also take the opportunity to strike at him, which would complicate matters.

However, at that mont, the masked middle-aged man suddenly charged forward, not to attack Ye Luo, but instead he launched an attack at the high-ranking Sword Sect expert, sending out a palm strike infused with fearso True Qi.

Bang!

Seeing the masked middle-aged man attacking him all of a sudden, the Sword Sect expert’s expression changed, and he swung his longsword, slashing out.

Their attacks collided, bursting forth a thunderous dull boom, and waves of True Qi surged, causing both parties to continuously step back.

"What are you doing?"

The Sword Sect expert looked at the middle-aged man, his gaze flickering with a trace of cold light.

"He, you can’t kill!"

The masked middle-aged man pointed at Ye Luo and spoke to the Sword Sect expert in front of him.

Hearing this, not only were Lu Ming and the two Sword Sect experts taken aback, but Ye Luo himself was quite shocked; he glanced at the middle-aged man, quietly wondering if this man’s protection ant he was after the map fragnt on him.

"You’re seeking death!"

The eyes of the Sword Sect expert flashed with murderous intent as he stared at the middle-aged man.

"Junior brother, are you still able?" The Sword Sect expert then turned his gaze to the companion who had been severely injured by Ye Luo at first but had since recovered sowhat after taking Healing Pills.

"Senior brother, I’m fine. You deal with this man. Leave that kid to . I will make sure he understands the might of our Sword Sect. I must settle this past grievance properly!"

The disciple addressed as junior brother, a high-ranking expert from the ninth layer of the Saint Realm, spoke, his eyes flashing with a frosty cold glint as he stared at Ye Luo, his body burning with rage and his face carrying a hint of sha.

As a lofty existence of the ninth layer of the Saint Realm, even counted as a genius in the Sword Sect, he had now been injured by a re youth with a single move, which was an utter humiliation to him.

If news of this spread back to the Sword Sect, he would be too ashad to et anyone and would utterly lose face for the Sword Sect, so he was determined to reclaim his honor.

Although Ye Luo’s strike had left him seriously injured, after consuming the Sword Sect’s Healing Pills, his injuries had already recovered by half. Although not fully healed, it was enough to deal with this youth, especially since his injury had primarily resulted from his previous underestimation and carelessness.

"Good!"

The disciple addressed as senior brother nodded and charged with his sword towards the masked middle-aged man, engaging in an intense battle once again.

At that mont, the Sword Sect expert who had been injured by Ye Luo earlier once again fixed his cold eyes on Ye Luo, his aura, though not as strong as before, still terrifyingly formidable, comparable to a high-ranking expert from the eighth layer of the Saint Realm.

The terrifying montum surged like a tidal wave, pressing down on Ye Luo, but such pressure was utterly ineffective against Ye Luo and couldn’t impact him at all.

However, Ye Luo’s expression also beca solemn, tightly gripping the Lingyun Sword in his hand. Previously, he had been able to injure his opponent because they had underestimated his strength and had not exerted their full power. Now that his opponent was striking again, they definitely would not be as careless as before.

"Today, I will let you see the strength of our Sword Sect!"

The Sword Sect expert coldly shouted, waving both hands, his eyes intent, and he murmured in a low voice.

"Ten Swords—Annihilation!"

With this low shout from the Sword Sect expert, in the blink of an eye, ten beams of sword light appeared around him, ten chilling longswords materialized around him, emitting a terrifying sword intent while continuously spinning in the void.

The sharp sword intent shattered all the air flow around the longswords, creating a vacuum zone.

Seeing this, Ye Luo’s eyes flashed with a trace of astonishnt. He had not expected his opponent to possess such a capability, capable of directly manipulating ten swords out of thin air. Could this be the art of sword control?

Ye Luo had heard from Feng Tian before that the most powerful reliance of the Sword Sect was the art of sword control. Every inner sect disciple of the Sword Sect would cultivate this art. When the ti ca, they would be able to attack with swords, significantly enhancing their combat ability.

Normally, martial artists were only able to manipulate weapons to attack apart from their bodies by using the power of their souls once they had reached the Spirit Sea Realm. However, the Sword Sect’s art of sword control only required reaching the Saint Realm to manipulate longswords for off-body attacks.

Moreover, once one cultivated the art of sword control, the sword and the person’s intentions would be as one, making it even more terrifying. This was also the fundantal reason why the Sword Sect stood as a super-first-rate force within the Hidden Sect.

Ye Luo had not expected that today he would have the chance to witness the prowess of this art of sword control. Seeing this, Ye Luo suddenly thought that now he had also opened his Spirit Sea, could he use the power of his soul to control the sword for attacks? That would be far more imposing and powerful than attacking with the sword himself!

"Go!"

At that mont, the Sword Sect expert in front of him waved both hands and sharply shouted.

Suddenly, the ten longswords swiftly moved, all their tips pointing at Ye Luo, stabbing towards him with such speed that, under the cover of night, they appeared like ten streaks of lightning cutting through the void, and each sword’s angle of attack was extrely tricky.

The ten longswords traced different trajectories and paths through the void, and with their ultimate speed, they were truly difficult to track, let alone block.

Even a master of the ninth level of the Saint Realm would likely find it difficult to block this strike. Even if one lucked out and blocked it, they would definitely be seriously injured.

Seeing the ten swords stabbing swiftly towards Ye Luo, this Sword Sect expert revealed a cold smirk, and his eyes flickered with a cold gleam. This strike was his strongest attack so far.

Not only were these ten swords extrely fast, but their angles of attack were also tricky and bizarre. Even a fighter from the Hua Yuan Realm would struggle to track their trajectories. Those below the Hua Yuan Realm could only be annihilated by these ten swords.

This guy Ye Luo, although sowhat strange and defying the heavens, absolutely could not block these ten swords.

"No!"

The masked middle-aged man, who was fiercely fighting another Sword Sect expert, saw the ten swords attack Ye Luo like a swift wind, and his face, hidden under the mask, changed drastically. He couldn’t help but shout as he looked at Ye Luo, his expression seemingly filled with worry, and he got montarily distracted.

"Dare to be distracted, you’re seeking death!"

Seeing the middle-aged man distracted, the Sword Sect expert he was fighting coldly snorted and swiftly thrust out his sword, imdiately stabbing him in the abdon. Then, he kicked out with both feet, sending the masked middle-aged man flying away.

He crashed to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.