Chapter 591 - 590
He could only wait, wait for an opportunity that Zhang Liang was also waiting for. As for the guy in the distance who intercepted the bamboo, he would ignore him for now; as long as he did not come to cause trouble, he would also not bother him.
The attack began!
Zhang Liang, holding a Broadsword with a short handle, rushed out from between the trees. His right hand dragged the blade, and the Blade light seeped out. The water stains on the ground automatically parted to both sides, sending sprays of water beads scattering ethereally into the air, less than a foot from the ground, not yet fully fallen, when the man wielding the blade had already charged in front of Liu Zhiming.
With one strike of the blade, Liu Zhiming didn’t dare to be careless. He spread his arms, skimming backwards across the rain-soaked ground. The black Broadsword chopped unhesitatingly onto the ground, a spray of water beads shot straight forward. Liu Zhiming stopped dodging; his hands formed talismans, and the Dragon Elephant Power emerged from between his hands and smacked onto the ground. A golden talisman fell accordingly, colliding with the column of water on the ground. The shattered earth spread dense cracks. The tearing sound of the splitting earth hissed and cracked.
When Liu Zhiming retracted his palm, he furrowed his brows again. The wound on his right hand had started to act up - not just pain, the bone-piercing cold was extremely uncomfortable. The part of his Essence Qi previously used to suppress the wound had been scattered. Continuing this way, he feared he might end up dead here.
Noticing that his opponent’s strength had greatly decreased, Zhang Liang felt reassured, but he was still very cautious about the talisman sealing just used. This fellow was enveloped in evil aura, yet how could he still manifest Buddhism’s golden talisman? This was quite beyond his expectations.
A quick battle to decide the outcome.
This time, Zhang Liang again took the initiative to charge forward, the short-handled Broadsword still trailing at his side. The water stain on the ground was still divided into two sides, the sprays of water beads were bright and clear. What marred the scenery was the dirt mixed among them.
Liu Zhiming didn’t hurry to deal with the charging Zhang Liang but stared blankly at his own right hand. The almost white and chilly bones continued to grow, the rate of flesh decay astonishing. Despite his utmost effort to suppress it, he definitely couldn’t hold on much longer.
With a casual wave through the air, his left hand sketched two intersecting lines and then gently pushed forward. The simple Array instantly burst forth. As its speed increased, the Array also expanded continuously. Zhang Liang furrowed his brows, pointed with his toes, and his whole body sprang into the air. The Broadsword in his smaller arm, injected with Gang Qi, stretched to ten zhang in an instant, rivaling the golden cross.