Chapter 188: The Fourth Battle Method Intent
Yin Eleven was just about to persuade Li Weiyi to hurry and leave, not to act strong, fearing that both of them would be done for here today.
Yet he saw that Li Weiyi had already taken the first step to attack.
Yang Qingxi and Yang Zhiyong were naturally delighted to see the opponent display such desperate fighting spirit; otherwise, if the two of them were bent on escaping, that would be a tricky matter.
“Good come.”
Yang Zhiyong no longer had any underestimation.
He held the war halberd with both hands, his front hand as close to the halberd blade as possible to cope with the narrow environment, addressing the disadvantage of the magic tool long weapon.
Vast magic energy erupted from his sea of qi, condensing a four-zhang-tall battle intent divine shadow, like a light-shadow giant, advancing alongside him.
“Swish swish!”
From the insect bag, the seven phoenix wing moth emperors flapped their wings and flew out.
Their speed was even faster than Li Weiyi’s, drawing seven trails of brilliantly glowing streaks, arriving before Yang Zhiyong in an instant.
Yang Zhiyong was alert, his pupils contracting.
The seven strange insects released by the opponent gave him an extremely dangerous feeling, so he quickly retreated, hiding inside the battle intent divine shadow.
“Bang bang!”
The seven phoenix wing moth emperors impacted, striking ripples of qi waves at various positions on the four-zhang-tall battle intent divine shadow.
The seven little ones’ body length was already approaching five inches; with advantages in speed and defense, their comprehensive combat power was enough to challenge the weakest fifth realm of the five seas realm martial cultivator.
This was already quite terrifying, because there were many of them.
Yang Zhiyong had already noticed the ferocity of the seven phoenix wing moth emperors; under their frantic impacts, he actually felt unable to block, retreating a step and fully releasing magic energy to resolve that impact force.
However, he still hadn’t realized the severity of the situation.
In his view, although these strange insects had great power, they were far inferior to him, and their wisdom was very low; each one could be instantly killed.
“Splash!”
The war halberd swung out, stirring up a large area of qi waves, precisely striking two phoenix wing moth emperors.
The two insects were sent flying, crashing to the ground and smashing two deep pits.
Seizing the opportunity, Li Weiyi, who had been gathering momentum, leaped up like lightning, carrying three battle intent divine shadows on his back, slashing down with one sword.
The sword cry was like a dragon’s roar.
The yellow glow illuminated the sky full of flying snow, reflecting it like golden goose feathers.
The sword qi of this move “Grand Unity Opens the Sea” stretched several zhang long, easily tearing through Yang Zhiyong’s magic energy. But it wasn’t slashing toward Yang Zhiyong, but toward his battle intent.
At this moment, Yang Zhiyong had just struck away the two phoenix wing moth emperors and had no time to swing the halberd to block. He could only abandon the battle intent and thrust the halberd from below upward toward Li Weiyi’s abdomen.
The battle intent shattering was no big deal.
As long as this halberd could wound the opponent, he would be making a steady profit without loss.
Yang Qingxi saw much more clearly than Yang Zhiyong and had already realized the severity of the problem. Li Weiyi’s killing move wasn’t this sword at all, but once Yang Zhiyong’s battle intent shattered, he would be completely exposed to the claw-wing attacks of those extremely fast strange insects.
At that time, the impossible might become possible.
It was too late to warn.
“Splash!”
The sound of flowing water, like a great river surging.
Yang Qingxi’s graceful figure moved, rushing out from the three-story-high eaves, with a cyan stream flowing in the void under her feet, cyan glow scattering, infinitely divine, spreading at extreme speed toward the battlefield in the alley.
When she was born, the sound of a stream echoed in the room.
Thus, long river intent was an innate intent.
“Young Lady Yang, let’s play first!”
Seeing that the strange insects raised by Li Weiyi were so powerful, Yin Eleven regained confidence in his heart, releasing a five-zhang-tall battle intent to collide with the cyan stream long river in midair.
After retreating two steps.
The fire scale dragon claw gloves worn on his hands turned into two patches of crimson red fire clouds under the urging of magic energy.
One of the Jiu Li clan’s nine fundamental martial arts, the “Raging Flood Dragon Captures Dragon Claw Method,” was then displayed. This was a martial art from legend that, when cultivated to the extreme, could defy the strong.
On the other side, after Li Weiyi slashed apart Yang Zhiyong’s four-zhang-tall battle intent divine shadow with one sword, he exerted all his strength used his movement technique to dodge, but was still struck by the opponent’s war halberd on his left armpit.
Cultivating the pure immortal body of the sixth sea, how terrifying was his combat power; even just being grazed by his war weapon, blood flowed from the armpit. Fortunately, he had achieved minor accomplishment golden bone, or else two ribs would have broken.
Li Weiyi, landing back on the ground, felt his left side body numb with pain, like losing sensation. But he didn’t dare stop in place for even a moment, nor retreat to heal, instead gritting his teeth and charging to attack and kill again swiftly.
Stopping or retreating were both dead ends.
Advancing, however, offered a great opportunity to kill Yang Zhiyong within several exchanges.
Yang Zhiyong never expected Li Weiyi to be so fierce and valiant; even more beyond his expectations, the two moth strange insects that he had smashed into the ground with one halberd strike, which should have been dead, were actually lively and jumping around, their bodies like cast from immortal iron, unbreakable.
Strange insects that could be killed with one strike and strange insects that couldn’t be killed with one strike were completely different!
While dealing with Li Weiyi’s overwhelming sword moves, Yang Zhiyong felt pain on the right side of his neck as a phoenix wing moth emperor tore away a piece of flesh and blood with its claw.
In the next instant, the back of his right hand, which was tightly gripping the war halberd, was grazed by the membrane wings of a phoenix wing moth emperor, leaving a deep blood mark.
The war halberd nearly slipped from his grasp.
“Oh no…”
Yang Zhiyong’s expression changed drastically, finally realizing the severity of the situation. He hurriedly leaped toward the white wall on the right side of the alley, seeking a moment to catch his breath and re-release his battle intent divine shadow.
“Bang! Bang!”
Two phoenix wing moth emperors crashed into his back from left and right, like being hit by two heavy fists.
Despite the protection of his magic tool battle robe, Yang Zhiyong still tumbled back into the alley.
After several more moves, wounds on Yang Zhiyong’s body numbered eight, all on his head, neck, and hands, areas unprotected by the magic tool battle robe. His face was covered in blood, his left eye slashed and blinded; he was disoriented, unable to escape, feeling danger everywhere.
“Clang!”
A piercing sword cry assaulted.
Li Weiyi decided to end the battle, slashing horizontally with one sword straight for his neck.
When Yang Zhiyong’s right eye caught sight of that brilliant sword light, it was already too late to dodge or block; despair filled him, defeated utterly convinced, with no hatred or resentment in his heart—only one thought: this youth would rise like a comet, unstoppable.
“Splash—”
Suddenly, a slender black shadow flashed behind Yang Zhiyong.
This black shadow was entirely wrapped up, only a pair of eyes exposed, bright as cold stars.
She pushed Yang Zhiyong away with one palm; a slender, needle-like strange long sword pierced through the night curtain. Its speed so fast that the surrounding falling snow seemed to freeze, stabbing straight for Li Weiyi’s brow.
In Li Weiyi’s pupils, the sword tip grew closer, brighter.
Before the sword arrived, his brow already began to ache.
The sense of powerlessness Yang Zhiyong had felt at the brink of death was now playing out on him.
The difference was, in this critical moment, Li Weiyi did not despair; instead, a surging fighting spirit to contend with the heavens rose in his heart, his state of mind entering an unprecedented tranquility.
In this state, he could even clearly see himself reflected in the woman’s pupils opposite, and the familiar feeling brought by that pair of cold eyes.
“Splash!”
Behind Li Weiyi, there had originally been only three battle intents.
A fourth battle intent quietly condensed, like a painting being completed stroke by stroke, gradually becoming full. His originally horizontal slash forcibly changed trajectory, switching from attack to block.
Hand shadows and sword shadows layered upon each other.
This was his instinctive reaction in the face of crisis, and also the result of years of cultivating the Chan Sect Twelve Loose Hands’ “Ruyi Qiankun Sword,” with this move already on the verge of breakthrough.
Once broken through, intent forms naturally.
Ruyi Qiankun, changes unpredictable.
With the fourth battle intent condensed, the power of his sword move increased by another ten percent.
If achieving one battle intent is considered the normal result for a normal martial cultivator—full effort, tenfold combat power.
Li Weiyi with four intents added, his combat power had risen to thirteenfold.
“Ding!”
The sword that should have pierced Li Weiyi’s brow struck the body of the upright Yellow Dragon Sword, emitting a explosive ring.
Ripples burst outward in the air.
Li Weiyi shot straight out like a cannonball, crashing into the wall at the alley’s bend, pain so intense his vision went black, on the verge of fainting on the spot.
The black clad woman standing beside the still-shocked Yang Zhiyong had shock in her eyes, clearly not expecting that in such a situation, the opponent could block her killing sword.
Even with her cultivation, she hadn’t seen clearly how Li Weiyi had changed moves to block.
Even a successor level figure, in that must-die situation with sword at the brow, should have had their head turn into a gourd.
The black clad woman’s killing intent climbed to an unprecedented peak, about to strike again.
“Splash!”
A folding fan flew through the alley, spinning in flight, whipping up thousands of flying snowflakes.
“Zuo Qiu Ting is here, withdraw!”
The one who said this was the veiled Yang Qingxi.
The black clad woman stared deadly at Li Weiyi, extremely unwilling in her heart; she slashed the folding fan flying with one sword, but could only grab Yang Zhiyong and flee into the dark alley.
Zuo Qiu Ting flashed forward, catching the folding fan before it hit the ground: “You go first.”
Leaving these four words, he had already vanished from Li Weiyi and Yin Eleven’s sight, chasing after the Sui Sect trio.
Li Weiyi finally caught his breath, but his left armpit and right arm ached terribly; it was Yin Eleven who grabbed his shoulders, helping him sit upright against the wall.
“Impressive, your combat power is so perverted, what realm are you exactly?” Yin Eleven was very excited, full of curiosity.
While circulating magic power to heal, Li Weiyi recalled and pondered, suddenly asking: “How many times have you crossed paths with Yang Qingxi?”
“Counting this time, we’ve clashed twice. What’s up?” Yin Eleven said.
Li Weiyi said: “I feel… Yang Qingxi might be two people!”
“What did you say?”
Yin Ten’s voice rose sharply.
Li Weiyi recalled the several meetings with Yang Qingxi; he always felt that the black clad woman’s gaze matched the first time he saw her. But at that time, he had just arrived in this world, only a hasty glimpse, so he couldn’t be sure.
“Maybe I overthought it!”
Li Weiyi’s physical body recovered extremely quickly; after moving his arms, he stood up, searching for the Yellow Dragon Sword that had flown from his hand.
Two phoenix wing moth emperors had already carried the Yellow Dragon Sword back.
Moreover, one of them, as if showing off merit, held a bee insect corpse in its claw, flying back and forth before his eyes.
Seeing that bee insect killed by them, Li Weiyi’s bad mood instantly cleared like clouds parting after rain: “Great, when we get back, I’ll get you thousand year elixirs to eat, definitely make sure you two break through realms in these two days.”
