Chapter 146: Give It To Me, Formation!
The Fushuang Sword, like a long rainbow from the edge of the sky, charged unstoppably towards Fei Changxiu.
Fei Changxiu raised an eyebrow, his eyes no longer showing ease. His sword, Qianman, drew an astonishing arc in his hand, actually negating most of Fushuang’s sword qi.
As the two swords collided, Qianman let out a humming sound.
Although it was a Heavenly Grade Spirit Tool, it was still no match for a Divine Tool like Fushuang!
But as Fei Changxiu’s powerful spiritual flow surged in, Qianman’s blade also emitted a faint cyan light, repeatedly suppressing Fushuang and giving it no chance to struggle.
Fei Changxiu did not choose the Number One Sword Technique Under Heaven that Ming Zhaoshuang gave her yesterday, but instead chose the Ao Tian Sword Technique he was accustomed to.
He had already mastered that sword technique thoroughly, and after more than ten moves, Ming Zhaoshuang was forced to retreat steadily.
His spiritual power was simply too overbearing for Ming Zhaoshuang.
Even though Ming Zhaoshuang had Fushuang and a superior sword technique, she was still not his match.
Especially since he clearly had not used his full strength, and was dealing with her very easily.
Ming Zhaoshuang extended her left hand, and at the moment the two swords were locked, her fingers quickly traced across Qianman’s blade.
Qianman, being sharp, cut her fingertip. A powerful wind element spiritual power surged in, causing her brows to furrow tightly and her meridians to explode.
But as the two swords separated, she smiled and said:
“East Wind Spreads Fire, Rustling Prairie Fire.”
A Wind Fire Talisman. As the saying goes, wind fuels fire. For Fei Changxiu, who had wind attribute spirit roots, resisting with his sword would only make the fire more ferocious.
Ming Zhaoshuang had not dared to use it previously, fearing it would backfire, as wind fuels fire, but it could also draw fire, causing the user to be burned alive by the wind and fire.
Therefore, apart from those with wind element spirit roots, no one dared to use a Wind Fire Talisman in front of someone with wind element spirit roots.
But Ming Zhaoshuang dared!
She knew that wind fuels fire, so she drew the rune of the Wind Fire Talisman onto Fei Changxiu’s sword!
This way, no matter how Fei Changxiu guided the fire, the Wind Fire Talisman would first burn him. The more he guided it, the more fiercely the fire would burn!
Fei Changxiu retreated several steps, badly burned by the blazing fire on his sword, and Qianman was instantly dropped from his hand.
He said, “Junior Sister! You’re too ruthless! You harm yourself eight hundred to harm me a thousand!”
Although Ming Zhaoshuang’s move was powerful, the meridians in her fingers were also shattered by Fei Changxiu’s spiritual power when she drew the talisman.
Ming Zhaoshuang smiled faintly, “Senior Brother Xiu’er, just tell me if I hurt you.”
Regardless, Qianman, in Fei Changxiu’s hand, was no longer usable.
Ming Zhaoshuang had originally wanted to draw the talisman directly onto Fei Changxiu’s clothes, which might have caused him even more damage, but since he didn’t give her the chance, she had to do it this way.
What was a sword cultivator without a sword, if not like a weakling?
Ming Zhaoshuang, holding Fushuang, attacked Fei Changxiu again, her posture as sharp as flying frost.
Fei Changxiu remained calm, his feet generating wind as he dodged repeatedly. The wind element spells in his hand were dazzling, managing to keep Ming Zhaoshuang at bay, more than ten feet away from him.
Ming Zhaoshuang’s fingertips danced, “Watch my Explosion Talisman! Watch my Light Shadow Talisman! Watch my Spirit Lock Talisman! Watch my Evil Repelling Talisman…”
Several talismans exploded one after another, sealing off all of Fei Changxiu’s escape routes. His expression changed, and he said:
“No, do you really need to go all out like this!”
Throwing out more than ten talismans so casually, even a Talisman Master wouldn’t waste them like this!
Ming Zhaoshuang pressed forward step by step, “Senior Brother Fei, show me your true strength!”
Fei Changxiu was forced to retreat steadily, and for a moment, could only flee in disarray.
Suddenly, Fei Changxiu’s expression sharpened, and he shouted:
“Qianman!”
Ming Zhaoshuang said, “What Qianman! Give me my sword! Give me my talismans!”
Fei Changxiu chuckled, “No, I mean, my treasured sword, Qianman.”
Ming Zhaoshuang was startled, thinking that Qianman had already been restrained by her Wind Fire Talisman, how could Fei Changxiu possibly retrieve it.
“Sword Come!”
Fei Changxiu roared, and the surrounding winds and clouds surged, with a massive gale striking Qianman’s sword edge.
The flames burning on Qianman’s blade were instantly extinguished.
Fei Changxiu raised his hand, looked at Ming Zhaoshuang, and said, “Junior Sister, you are very clever, but in the face of absolute wind power, even the most powerful flames will be extinguished!”
Wind can raise fire, and it can also extinguish fire!
With a single sword strike, vast and mighty, it surged towards Ming Zhaoshuang.
This time, he showed no mercy.
Ming Zhaoxue, who was in the spectator stands, suddenly stood up and looked at Ming Zhaoshuang with concern in his eyes.
Cheng Zhaoyang also said, “With this sword strike, if it were me, I would probably be injured as well.”
Fei Changxiu was a major realm higher than Ming Zhaoshuang. The gap between the Nascent Soul Stage and the Golden Core Stage was not something that could be overcome by trickery.
It was a shame that Ming Zhaoshuang, despite fighting an exhilarating match, ultimately fell due to the difference in cultivation.
Ming Zhaoshuang looked at the imposing sword strike without fear, and instead, she started laughing.
Fei Changxiu was finally giving her his full effort.
Ming Zhaoshuang stood in the howling wind, smiling gently, using her sword as a brush to add the finishing touch.
“Give me, Formation Come!”
In an instant, the runes on the discarded paper talismans she had previously thrown out emitted a dazzling white light, rapidly spreading and dancing across the vast arena. Almost instantaneously, it formed a complex and brilliant formation.
The formation light flickered, and ten miles of cold ice spread.
Countless shards of cold ice broke through the ground, freezing almost everything they could see for a long time.
Including Fei Changxiu’s sword qi.
The ice, as smooth and reflective as a mirror, showed Ming Zhaoshuang’s calm and collected face. She looked at the ice blade just inches away and swung her sword, cutting it in half.
Ming Zhaoshuang’s gaze smiled towards Fei Changxiu, “Senior Brother Xiu’er, how do you like this formation?”
She naturally knew that Fei Changxiu would not give her time to set up the formation, and naturally knew that formations could not be moved like talismans.
But she had tested it before, and formations could be drawn on paper!
If it could be on paper, then why couldn’t she draw the formation beforehand according to the mountains and rivers, and directly make it adapt to heaven and earth?
This way, she wouldn’t need Fei Changxiu to give her time to sketch the formation!
This formation was a sure kill!
Snow began to fall intermittently from the sky again, landing on the spectators in the arena.
They all involuntarily fixed their gaze on the young girl on the arena.
Terrifyingly so.
The feeling she gave them was even more intense than what Cheng Zhaoyang had given them.
Who said women couldn’t cultivate immortality? Who said women were inferior to men!
If Cheng Zhaoyang was just an anomaly, then how could this young girl before them be explained, who, with her Golden Core Mid-stage cultivation, had nearly defeated a master of Early Nascent Soul.
Yes… nearly.
Ming Zhaoshuang was just a little bit away from defeating Fei Changxiu.
After she ice-sealed the arena, without any hesitation, the Fushuang Sword rose, emitting waves of cold.
It surged towards Fei Changxiu!
But Fei Changxiu was not intimidated by her; instead, he was extremely composed.
Although he was trapped by Ming Zhaoshuang’s Ten Thousand Mile Ice Seal Formation, and his legs were covered in inches of frost, and Qianman was completely ice-sealed, he had not lost.
He looked at Ming Zhaoshuang, his gaze flashing with admiration, then with fear, and finally with regret.
“Junior Sister, if you were fighting an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator, you might have won completely by now.”
Unfortunately, she was facing Fei Changxiu.
