Chapter 327: Attacking the Many with the Few

After consolidating on Nanjian Island for another half a month, the Three Mystical Swords had been completely nourished successfully, and he could summon them at will. Liu Liu Xiaolou was satisfied with this—except for one point: the flying sword always flew out from below, not as dashing as others flying out from behind the head, the top of the head, or the mouth.

In the month and a half, there was one storm, five heavy rains, and nine giant waves at sea. He took the opportunity to cultivate sword intent. After the Three Mystical Swords were sacrificed, they had a few more points of "endless" toughness. This was the wonder of cultivating the Yellow Dragon Sword Art in the great wind and waves.

Of course, these were all minor details. The important thing was that the flying sword technique was successful. What he needed to do next was nourishment, nourishment, and more nourishment. Through the nourishment of the life-bound flying sword, he would promote the condensation of true yuan in the Qi Sea and strive to move toward the mid-Foundation Establishment stage.

During these days, not only did Lin Lin Shuangyu not come over, but no one from the South Sea Sword Sect landed on the island, and there was not even an intruder. Liu Liu Xiaolou finally decided to leave Nanjian Island and embark on the road home.

Having been out for more than half a year, it was time to return to Wulong Mountain.

Dragging the fishing boat back into the water, boarding the boat and entering the sea, he flew out the Three Mystical Swords, turned them into "boat oars", and rotated and surged with the flying sword technique. The fishing boat bypassed Nanjian Island, shuttled nimbly among the Ten Thousand Mountains Archipelago, and docked before dusk.

Dragging the fishing boat back to its original parking position, he placed a silver ingot under the boat shed, estimating it to be about ten *taels*, as the boat fee for a month and a half. This was also because he had some wealth after his cultivation level advanced, so he consciously required himself with the status of a high-level cultivator.

After rushing for a night and a day continuously, walking more than two hundred *li*, he arrived at a riverbank when it was dark. Both banks were lush and green, growing dense Struck Banyan trees. One by one, the branches hung down and entangled, the leaves were fat and large, forming several layers, and it was night, so he couldn't see in at all.

Although the river water was turbulent, the river channel was not wide, only twenty *zhang* or so. Crossing the river was an easy thing, but Liu Liu Xiaolou hesitated on the bank for a long time, looking at the sparkling river water under the moonlight, and never took this step.

He hid in a Struck Banyan tree, hiding among the thick leaves and dense branches, silently observing everything on the opposite bank. It was midnight, and although there was a bright moon hanging in the sky, he still couldn't see any danger, but a vague palpitation lingered in his heart. This was the keen intuition generated after entering Foundation Establishment and beginning to harmonize with the Great Dao.

His spiritual sense probed out, sweeping within ten *zhang*, and indeed there was no feedback, so he moved a few *zhang* to the left quietly, continuing to probe with his spiritual sense...

After probing many times like this, he finally stopped at a bend in the river. Sweeping his spiritual sense over the edge ten *zhang* to the front right, there were three people hiding in the forest, who must have had bad intentions.

Liu Liu Xiaolou sneered in his heart: So they were ambushing here. I don't know which road of bandits they are, daring to rob the path in front of me. They truly don't know how to live or die!

Since the other party was perceived by his spiritual sense but could not perceive him, there was a ninety percent chance they were not Foundation Establishment cultivators. Taking a step back, even if they were Foundation Establishment, they were definitely far inferior to himself.

Looking around, Liu Liu Xiaolou decided to change direction and counterattack unexpectedly.

On the right, there was a tall large-leaf Struck Banyan tree, with extremely dense branches and leaves, most of which were suspended over the river surface. It was an excellent place to take action.

Landing lightly among the branches and leaves, without stirring a single branch, without startling a single bird, Liu Liu Xiaolou was very satisfied with his body technique.

Looking from this position again, the three figures appeared faintly in the gaps of the dense branches and leaves below, separated by less than six or seven *zhang*. Liu Liu Xiaolou was increasingly certain that none of these three guys were Foundation Establishment.

The Mystical Truth Rope probed from his wrist, and his right hand was ready to throw the array plate at any time. As for the flying sword that had just been successfully cultivated, there was no need to take action. To deal with a few Qi Refinement petty thieves, where was the need for a flying sword?

Liu Liu Xiaolou's heart moved, and the Mystical Truth Rope was like a spirit snake, drilling through the gaps in the branches and leaves, instantly covering the figure on the left. That figure had no ability to resist and fell from the tree fork on the spot.

At the same time, the Lin Yuan Mystical Stone array plate was thrown out, "nailed" to the tree trunk where the other party was hiding, and the remaining two thieves were instantly trapped in the array.

Liu Liu Xiaolou flew over and sealed the Qi Sea of the thief tied by the Mystical Truth Rope.

In order to figure out what kind of conspiracy and tricks this guy had, and why he ambushed himself here, he had to start with his purse, so he reached out to pick the purse at his waist.

Before his fingertips touched this purse, he suddenly felt a strong palpitation. Liu Liu Xiaolou instantly let go of this person, pointed his toes falsely, and leaped backward three *zhang*. A point of golden light hit his face. After missing, it turned sharply and pointed at his face again.

The Glazed Shield was sacrificed, and glazed light brushed down one after another, blocking this point of golden light. Only then did Liu Liu Xiaolou see clearly that it was a judge pen.

Immediately after, the corner of his eye saw another point of golden light flying from afar, which was the second judge pen.

There was no doubt that another Foundation Establishment cultivator was hiding in the distance, and these three Qi Refinement cultivators were just bait released by others.

This pair of judge pens looked a bit familiar. Liu Liu Xiaolou's heart moved, and he thought of Feng Yuanfa, the Foundation Establishment cultivator of the Qingyuan Sect who was taken down by himself and Flying Dragon Son together that day.

The enemy's figure followed the judge pens and rushed over. Liu Liu Xiaolou glanced, and it was indeed Feng Yuanfa!

Liu Liu Xiaolou's true yuan sank, and with a "pfft", like a dragon roar, the Three Mystical Swords flew out from the "Dragon Path" composed of Huiyin, Weilu, and the pubic bone, colliding with the judge pen that was shooting over.

This was Liu Liu Xiaolou's first time fighting with a flying sword. He gained a lot of insight from the first move: the fighting of flying swords in the air was not a simple collision, but wanting to follow the opponent's Guan-yuan channel to attack the opponent's Qi Sea. The duel between two life-bound flying swords was actually competing to occupy the opponent's Qi Sea channel. The danger was far from what it looked like on the surface.

The Three Mystical Swords and the judge pen met in one place, crossing and sliding past each other, making a "sizzle" sound that made teeth ache. In a short crossing, Liu Liu Xiaolou faintly perceived the vibration method of the opponent's true yuan, slightly carrying a trace of vertical and horizontal intent, like a great calligrapher, writing his life's intent heartily on white paper.

Liu Liu Xiaolou's Three Mystical Swords were different. The vibration was like a dragon roar, and the five sword rays branched, like five dragon whiskers, trying every means to wrap and entangle the opponent's judge pen.

Both sides were trying their best to perceive and ponder the opponent's vibration method, interfering with and delaying the opponent's life-bound magic artifact, so as to find the opponent's Qi Sea channel.

After one crossing, Liu Liu Xiaolou gathered his spirit, preparing to fight Feng Yuanfa properly. The opponent reached Foundation Establishment earlier than him and was a disciple of a famous sect. It was just right to use him to weigh his own level and see what level he was at.

Even if he lost, it didn't matter. He encountered four people from the Qingyuan Sect, one Foundation Establishment leading three Qi Refinement. He was attacking the many with the few. It was understandable to lose, not to mention he had already taken down three of the opponent's Qi Refinement.

Thoughts flashed in the blink of an eye. Just as he was about to control the Three Mystical Swords to strike the second move, a heaven-shaking thunder roar suddenly exploded in his ears. This thunder roar rolled along the river surface and rolled away. Countless brilliance suddenly rose, and immediately after, various magic artifacts flew out, from the left, from the right, from the front, from the back, from this side of the river, from that side of the river...

Countless magic artifacts on both banks flew over the river channel, fiercely clashing and chasing each other in the air!

The dark night was as bright as day!

I don't know how many figures appeared, rushing toward the opposite bank of the river.

"Kill—"

"Exterminate the Maling thieves, save Mother Liang!"

"Kill one thief, reward ten spirit stones!"

"What is obtained belongs to oneself, the sect will not levy!"

At the same time, the opposite bank of the river also sent out heaven-shaking roars: "Charge—"

"Protect Mother Liang, drive away the Qingyuan bandits!"

Liu Liu Xiaolou was stunned—how could there be so many people hiding here? ===== CHAPTER 328 =====