SFS Chapter 245: Burning the '3 Flowers'
Chapter 245: Burning the '3 Flowers'
The Yan and Murong clans discovered this secret realm hundreds of years ago and have both tried to open the scripture pavilion several times.
Unfortunately, the Yan family did not control the sword immortal inheritance.
Therefore, some people secretly went to learn swordsmanship.
Yan Yicheng's original surname was Yan, and he was a direct descendant of the Yan family.
In order to learn swordsmanship, he changed his name to Yan Yicheng and traveled to various countries, eventually learning the "Sword Control Technique" and the "Greatsword Technique".
Unfortunately, these techniques are not part of the orthodox sword immortal lineage.
However, after learning the "Sword Control Technique" and the "Greatsword Technique," Yan Yicheng felt that he was no less skilled than a sword immortal.
Who would have thought that in this confrontation, he, a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator, would be so easily defeated by that sword cultivator who was suspected to be a body cultivator.
This deeply moved Yan Yicheng, giving him a new understanding of the inheritance of "Sword Dao".
Although Yang Jiuli was surprised by this, he quickly calmed down.
First of all, his Frostfire True Qi was extremely powerful, completely surpassing that of a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator and approaching the late-Foundation Establishment stage.
Furthermore, the quality of his Cold Fiend True Qi is extremely high.
In this way, it is already comparable to the ordinary late stage of Foundation Establishment.
Moreover, his "Cold Cry Sword" is close to a quasi-third-tier treasure sword, so such a strike is naturally extraordinary.
"While the 'Sword Control Technique' is exquisite and versatile... allowing one to control the sword with their divine sense, it doesn't capture the true essence of sword cultivation." Yang Jiuli's gaze sharpened, his mind racing. "My sword strike, seemingly ordinary, is not as swift and agile as a flying sword..."
"But within a single sword strike, there is an immense accumulation of 'Frosty True Essence'... Therefore, when a sword strike is unleashed, the sword river surges like a mighty river, unstoppable... Yet Yan Yicheng's sword contains only the power of the spirit sword itself."
"The magical power it carries is far less vast than my true energy!"
"In this way, a confrontation between the two would be tantamount to throwing an egg against a rock!"
After this confrontation, Yang Jiuli's mind was as clear as a mirror.
He had a clear understanding of ordinary sword control techniques and the true "way of the sword".
His sword strike contained his own essence, energy, and spirit.
It is a perfect display of comprehensive strength.
It is far beyond the reach of ordinary magical weapon attacks.
That is why the strength of a sword immortal far surpasses that of others of the same level.
Spiritual artifacts can also contain magical power.
However, the casting process is slow, far less efficient than sword cultivators who can directly infuse 'Frosty True Essence' by connecting with their swords.
Just as Yang Jiuli moved his hand, a surge of powerful "Frosty True Essence" flowed into the "Frosty Cry Sword".
An unexpected change occurred on the field.
Yang Jiuli and Yan Yicheng both looked in the direction of the sound.
Suddenly, in the air ahead, the woman in colorful clothes being chased by Yan Zhenshu let out a scream as golden light pierced through her body. Black lines appeared on her neck, her cheeks turned ashen, and black mist began to fill her eyes.
She was suddenly poisoned, which weakened her magic, and Yan Zhenshu directly attacked and killed her with "Golden Light Sword Rain".
As the woman in colorful clothes was pierced through and her breath was about to die, she looked at Yan Zhenshu.
"How is that possible... I clearly took a second-tier antidote pill!" the woman in colorful clothes muttered unwillingly.
"Tsk tsk, that's naturally because the poison you've been afflicted with is no ordinary poison..." Yan Zhenshu stood in mid-air, stepping on golden light.
He stretched out his palm, and golden rays of light rolled out, pulling the woman in colorful clothes to his front.
The woman in colorful clothes had dim eyes and was near death.
She tried her best to keep a glimmer of hope, wanting to hear it all clearly.
"This poison comes from the 'Ice Lotus Mist Flower,' which is cultivated from several kinds of poisonous flowers..."
"When it enters the body, it is silent and unnoticed, causing no discomfort... yet it will remain hidden within your magical power!"
"It will invade your spiritual root... As the cultivator's magical power continues to circulate... it will continuously erode your spiritual root and even your soul... Ordinary antidotes are simply ineffective against this poison... Therefore, from the moment you are poisoned, your defeat is inevitable!"
Yan Zhenshu's lips curled into a cold smile.
He looked at the woman in colorful clothes with a disdainful expression, like a hunter.
It seems that he knew the woman's fate from the very beginning.
His earlier attack was merely a prelude to waiting for the woman to be poisoned.
"What...what terrifying poison!" Upon hearing this, the woman in colorful clothes widened her eyes and looked at Yan Zhenshu, reaching out to grab him.
But it drooped limply, its eyelids rolled back, and it breathed its last.
Yan Zhenshu made a hand gesture, and golden spiritual energy rolled out, wrapping around the storage bag at the waist of the woman in colorful clothes and pulling it to his front.
Then, his gaze shifted, and he looked at Murong Xi, who was trapped in the 'Golden Cage'.
At this moment, Murong Xi also succumbed to the poison; his skin turned ashen and his lips turned black.
His protective aura was dim, clearly indicating that the power of the talisman had been exhausted.
Yan Zhenshu flew away on the wind, and with a wave of his hand, the 'Golden Light Cage' disappeared, revealing Murong Xi, who was hidden inside the protective light barrier.
He then made a hand gesture, and the 'Mysterious Light Mother and Child' blade flashed and slashed out, shattering Murong Xi's protective light shield.
At this moment, Murong Xi's eyes were lifeless, her mind was blank, and she was clearly powerless to make a move.
As the 'Mysterious Light Mother-Child Blade' struck, a sense of death surged into his heart. A glimmer of light appeared in Murong Xi's eyes. He turned his head to look at Yan Zhenshu, "You are so ruthless!" The weak voice uttered, not yet fully falling.
The "Mysterious Light Mother-Child Blade" had already pierced his heart meridian.
Murong Xi died.
It was almost just two breaths.
Two members of the Murong clan who had reached the Foundation Establishment stage perished.
"Yan family... I, Murong Qingshuang, will never share the same sky with you!" Murong Qingshuang roared from the other side.
A terrifying power erupted from her body.
Behind him, three flowers burned fiercely, and a vast expanse of cold mist rose up.
She has a high level of cultivation.
He also cultivated the Cold Yuan Magic Power.
It can temporarily delay the invasion of toxins.
Therefore, there is still spare capacity.
She stepped out of the "Frosty Ice Bell" with graceful steps, ready to fight Yan Zekun to the death.
Yan Zekun guided the flow of energy with his hand seals, and immediately, a stream of "Earthly Light" swept towards Murong Qingshuang like a long river.
……
"Murong Qingshuang... is going to fight to the death!" Yang Jiuli took in all of this.
"A last-ditch resistance!" Yan Yicheng glanced coldly at Murong Qingshuang before looking away.
He then looked at Yang Jiuli, a cold smile curving his lips, tinged with amusement.
It was like a cat playing with a mouse.
When Yan Yicheng looked at him, Yang Jiuli was moved, and black threads began to spread up his neck.
Thin black lines spread, quickly extending to the cheeks.
Even in his pupils, black lines appeared, as if the poison had completely erupted.
Subsequently, ripples spread around Yang Jiuli's body, and the powerful cold evil energy dissipated as if out of control.
His breath quickened.
Even the 'Cold Cry Sword' in his hand had dimmed, losing its previous sharpness.
"Haha, Fellow Daoist Li, the game is over!" Upon seeing this, Yan Yicheng laughed arrogantly and reached out to grab him.
The 'spiritual sword' that had been frozen and fallen to the ground flew to his front with a whoosh. Under the shock of his magic power, the ice crystals shattered, revealing the sharp sword again. He then made a hand gesture, and 'golden spiritual energy' rolled out from beneath him.
A vast amount of magical power flowed into the spirit sword like a long river.
This made the spirit sword shine even brighter, its light dazzling the eyes, finally giving it the sharpness a spirit sword should have.
Sword control technique.
The time required to store mana into a sword is far longer than that required for a sword cultivator.
But now that Yang Jiuli has been poisoned, it has given Yan Yicheng time to accumulate strength.
"Not good..." Yang Jiuli, who was 'poisoned', seemed to be stunned by the dazzling sword light. His mind became clearer. He immediately made a hand gesture, and three second-level talismans appeared in the storage bag at his waist with a flash of light.
He immediately began reciting the incantation.
The talisman shimmered with light, emitting layers of protective shields that enveloped his body.
Three talismans.
They are:
Second-tier top-grade "Golden Bell Shield".
Second-tier superior grade 'Mystic Light Shield'.
Second-tier superior grade 'Frosty Origin Ice Cover'.
The Frost Element Ice Cover manifested on the outermost edge.
The Golden Bell Cover is the innermost part.
In the middle is the "Mysterious Light Shield".
The "Golden Bell Shield" talisman evolved into a golden bell that was ten feet tall, protecting the victim within.
The "Mysterious Light Shield" was sixteen feet tall, enveloping the Golden Bell Shield.
The "Frosty Ice Shield" was 26 feet tall, completely enveloping the two light shields below.
"So many second-tier talismans..." Yan Yicheng's gaze sharpened as he looked at Yang Jiuli, a cold smile appearing on his lips.
"Looks like you're a real fat sheep!" he grinned menacingly.
"Greatsword Technique." Yan Yicheng drew his hand seal, and the spirit sword floating in front of him shone brightly, flying twenty feet into the air. Under his hand seals, the light patterns on the greatsword flashed and suddenly expanded by one circle, then flashed again and expanded by another circle.
After expanding three times, it transformed into a giant sword that was ten zhang long and nine chi wide.
The giant sword hung in the air, its blazing sword light blooming and spreading, filling most of the training ground's void, dazzling and eye-catching.
A powerful force, like a river of swords from the heavens, poured down upon Yang Jiuli below.
The pressure caused the cold energy shield above Yang Jiuli's head to tremble.
Seeing this, Yan Yicheng smiled coldly, gave a light rebuke, and the giant sword pierced down with immense force.
The sword light and color swept down, causing ripples to spread through the air.
The cold energy shield above Yang Jiuli's head trembled, and then a giant sword pierced it solidly.
The light shield trembled and caved in under the sword strike, but it did not shatter.
A second-tier superior defensive shield that can withstand attacks from late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators.
Yan Yicheng was only at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, and his full-force attack barely approached the late-Foundation Establishment stage. It was obviously not easy for him to break through this second-tier high-grade defensive shield, but he was not in a hurry. He simply used hand seals to guide the energy again.
Golden light emanated from within.
A powerful surge of "Golden Spirit Qi" swept out from the dantian like a tidal wave.
The "human flower" and the "earth flower" appeared behind him.
The surging "Golden Spirit Qi" swept towards the giant sword in the air like a tide, pouring into it.
He was going all out, activating the 'giant sword'.
With the infusion of immense magical power, the giant sword grew even larger. Yan Yicheng guided it with hand seals, and the giant sword rose from the ground.
Suspended high in the sky.
It immediately gathered its strength again and thrust downwards.
boom!
The giant sword pierced down.
The vast sword-colored magical power poured down like a long river of sword energy, causing the light shield above Yang Jiuli's head to cave in.
The first layer of the cold energy shield finally began to show some cracks, looking as if it was about to be pierced by the sword.
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the other side.
Behind Murong Qingshuang, a cold current churned within the three flowers, and mist rose, like immortal flowers burning, blooming with bursts of rosy light.
Her aura suddenly surged.
Not only did it recover to its previous state, but it also far surpassed the late stage of Foundation Establishment. The cold current surging from the three flowers reverberated outwards.
The incoming "Earth Flowing Light" was frozen solid, making it impossible for it to get close to Murong Qingshuang.
With such momentum, it seems to be approaching the level of a fake alchemist.
She's willing to burn her immortal foundation, fighting a desperate battle.