Chapter 1328 - 1328: Ripples
Protective Spiritual Energy is the most fundamental safeguard for a monk's life. Without this protection aura, if he suffers serious harm, he will certainly die. However, when he intelligently slayed the ancients, he dared to withdraw the protective energy, which was enough to display his immense confidence!
At the moment Ye Fengsheng turned to leave, the monk in the pit suddenly became angry because he felt belittled by Ye Fengsheng. He wanted to repay Ye Fengsheng for past kindness. His figure flickered. When he reappeared, he held a long staff in his hand. His hands tightly grasped in the air, smashing towards Ye Fengsheng's head with a momentum capable of severing mountains and rivers.
The cultivator in the sky showed neither sorrow nor joy. With the rhythm of his companion's hands, the hidden aura on his body suddenly erupted. He did not need to use his eyes to see. With the perception light, he was like a sun floating in the sky!
Ye Fengsheng's face remained unchanged, his wrist still trembling, as the Star Falling Sword swept upwards from below. After the sword tip contacted the long staff, it suddenly vibrated violently. His soles sank into the mud briefly, splattering it all over. Ye Fengsheng raised his left hand again, a fireball emerged from his palm. A simple sword burst forth silently in red and black after a brief flash.
When the long staff was pressed down again, the cultivator was unwilling to give up. Amidst the downpour, his foot stepped onto the empty sky, stirring up a turbulent wave. His body hung upside down in the sky. His palm holding the staff's end slightly loosened, then suddenly tightened. After a slight shake and vibration, one end of the long staff touched the sword tip, triggering a particularly shocking aurora convergence below!
In a one-on-one fight, Ye Fengsheng would not be afraid. However, at this moment, another Yuan Ying practitioner was standing by. He had to abandon his plan to follow through with the flaw, retreat to avoid the storm, and raise his left hand, tossing a hot and black-red sword into the air, vigorously advancing through the sweeping storm.
After the storm, the long shaft returned, smashing into the black-red shoulder, then returned to the head with the force of Taishan. Lotus eyes opened everywhere, Ye Feng raised two swords as well. The long shaft intimately connected with the first staff. Lotus eyes opened and closed, rippling circle after circle, teeth connected with teeth. As the air dispersed, they pushed two people away, rushing to the cultivator on the opposite side.
Meanwhile, Ye Fengsheng's deeply trapped legs suddenly lifted from the wood, the star in his right hand vanished instantly. The spark in his left hand emitted a terrifying temperature, controlling the staff's power with a skillful force of 42,000 pounds, pulling it aside.
Upon hearing his companion wanting to escape, not letting it be blamed by the ancients, the cultivator cursed loudly:
"Old man! If you talk nonsense, I'll destroy your family first! If I fail, let's see how you protect yourself."
The person in the sky ceased their mocking. They slowly descended from above, standing opposite Ye Fengsheng as they reached into their sleeve simultaneously.
The appearance wasn't youthful. Gray-white hair and a slightly old look compared to the companion's deliberately maintained youthful face, gave a world-wise illusion.
Seeing Ye Fengsheng calm and indifferent, the gray-haired monk showed a glimpse of caution in his eyes, while contemplating some possibilities. He said, "Seeing your look, you must have encountered those five, and most likely won, so I can firmly believe no pursuit is coming, focusing all attention on us alone."
He said: "I guess those five died by your hand, right?"
Following that, the pupil of the young monk beside him visibly contracted.
His performance compared to the martial monk fell short by two points. Previously, when dueling the opponent, he was left behind. If the martial monk was not the opponent defeated by Ye Fengsheng, that meant he too was not Ye Fengsheng's opponent. If Ye Fengsheng killed those five sheep, he would naturally kill him too. In that case, his hair would feel cold and start sweating.
I don't know how many times I walked by the Ghost Gate! In this situation, daring self-satisfaction is akin to courting death!
The sound of rain beating down mixed with his sweat dripping onto the ground, marking regret after the narrow escape.
Ye Fengsheng glanced sideways at the opposite, focusing most of his attention on the white-haired monk. Based on strength, he might be stronger than his companion, but his caution and actions put Ye Fengsheng on alert for his life.
He seemed to operate outside, yet consistently dealt with the past. If he failed, he would retreat. If he gained the upper hand, when his flaws were exposed, he would undoubtedly attack.
Like a lone wild wolf!
The spark transferred from his left hand to his right hand. Under the previous signs, most of him showed slight pain symptoms. Ye Fengsheng did not want to entangle himself further. His aura boiled like a tide, but he didn't isolate the rain screen. He let the heavy rain pour over his body. He said, "Lead to death!"
The monks from different sects seemed to intercept simultaneously, stepping back together, looking at each other, revealing hesitance in each other's eyes.
Where would Ye Fengsheng wait for them to continue dragging on? If that mountain won't come, I'll go to that mountain, lifting my sword. Amidst the pouring rain, a black stripe appeared at last. The slender body severed with the long sword in the air. It's unlike a sharp blade cutting the rain curtain, bringing wave after wave.
Directly heading towards that young monk he had met before! Clearly, he wasn't about to give him any chance to adjust breath. Directly in his plan of leveraging his illness to kill him, he would kill him directly!
The monk didn't want to die there! When the sword was facing him, his empty hands drew out a sheathed long sword. He must deflect the blade's edge, using the sheath to strike the weak point. Holding the sword in his hand, waiting for the sword to shatter, to draw the sword out. However, Ye Fengsheng's sword edge was at his back. As the cold blade brushed his skin, a deep bloodstain appeared, forcing him to abandon drawing the knife and retreat.
Ye Fengsheng's eyes slightly squinted sharply. I thought I was a little annoyed. If not for the Spirit Sword, I could have chopped off the arm of this arrogant person in front of me!
But not in a hurry. Although only a little skin and flesh were injured, he too was a Yuan Ying monk. Crossing the frontier was decent enough. Naturally, protection had some decadent meaning. Seeing the opponent retreat quickly, Ye Fengsheng no longer pursued. Suddenly his foot stepped on the ground, his wrist trembled, flames began rising into the sky. Sword Array arose from his feet, Sword Gang frequently grew. Around him was sharpness everywhere.
But behind him, that old cultivator who could use the most effective method seemed aware. Suddenly, a transparent dagger pulled from his foot, shaved the front of his forehead, and snipped off a strand of white hair.
When targeting the enemy, they could still use their mind and two people's abilities for planning behind them, astonishing the two monks greatly but daring not to delay. The old cultivator waving his sleeve in the air shattered the sword solidifying in the Spiritual Energy. Meanwhile, the opposing cultivator raised his hand to draw his sword.
When this row of swords turned again, the group suddenly erupted, three Divine Swords flew out together. Air conditioner swivelled, rushing towards the old monk behind, while Ye Fengsheng himself disappeared into the sword array. When he appeared, his palm gripped the sword sheath, the blade already shining silver would return to the sheath.