Chapter 167: Self-Created Technique

Ni Chang Shana looked at Lu Jing with apprehension, never expecting this teenager to have also comprehended Blade Intent.

This peerless sharp Blade Intent perfectly countered her beastified defense.

If they continued to entangle, she could not escape being split in half by Lu Jing; to break the situation, she could only use her strongest killing move.

"Howl——"

As Ni Chang Shana's mouth split back to the nape of her neck, a destructive energy began to brew deep within her mouth.

Lu Jing's pupils constricted slightly; the birth of this energy made his hairs stand on end, his intuitive alarm reaching its limit—his current position was extremely dangerous!

"Boom——"

A pale golden death ray shot from Ni Chang Shana's mouth, flashing toward Lu Jing's direction.

Swift as lightning, mighty as a rushing thunder!

Lu Jing, holding the Thousand-Blade Demon Sword in his hand, dodged to the side.

The spot he had just occupied was already blasted into a huge crater by that golden death ray, with everything nearby reduced to powder.

The terrifying destructive power of that death ray left everyone gasping.

"You think you can dodge it?"

Ni Chang Shana's mouth returned to normal; seeing Lu Jing barely dodge the death ray, a hint of amusement appeared on her face.

As her words fell, the death ray that had slammed into the ground rose again, sweeping toward Lu Jing off to the side.

Lu Jing dared not meet it head-on; he could only dodge again, constantly shifting his position in the forest.

The death ray followed Lu Jing behind him, reducing everything it touched to powder with ease.

Moreover, as the death ray moved, even distant trees began to blaze, strands of black smoke rising and drifting obliquely upward.

A large shower of sparks was lifted by the wind and blown toward Lu Jing.

Lu Jing felt a chill; this death ray was the most threatening strike he had seen so far.

Even if he had cultivated the Immovable King Sutra, with defense comparable to a master, he could not withstand this death ray for even a second!

Perhaps only after cultivating the Immovable King Sutra to the next realm could he face it head-on.

Lu Jing kept dodging; the outside spectators watching this scene felt tense, even forgetting to breathe.

"Lu Jing, be careful—absolutely don't let that thing hit you!"

"What is this light ball? How can it have such terrifying power?"

Just as everyone was anxiously worrying for Lu Jing, the Lu Jing in the scene suddenly came to a stop.

Lu Jing no longer dodged; using his mental power, he observed that the death ray's color had dimmed considerably.

It seemed this thing had been following him all along, consuming a lot of energy.

Just as the death ray was about to touch him, he thrust forward with the Thousand-Blade Demon Sword in his hand.

"Clang——"

A violet-purple Blade Intent tore through space and collided with the death ray.

"Boom——"

Withered leaves scattered; the ground beneath Lu Jing's feet cracked over a large area, and he felt a huge force transmitted from the sword's hilt.

Lu Jing's body leaned back slightly; the force striking the sword entered his body, causing the clothing behind him to bulge and even tear several rips in his upper garment.

With a thunderous boom, a huge crater appeared behind Lu Jing; he successfully dissipated that force.

And that death ray vanished in smoke under the blast of the Blade Intent.

"Bang——"

Lu Jing seized the opportunity, stomping the ground with his feet, channeling energy into his legs, and with the speed boost from the Moon Shadow Plucking Stars Technique, he instantly appeared before Ni Chang Shana.

"Boom——"

Before the person arrived, the Fist Intent arrived.

Ni Chang Shana staggered back a few steps, slightly crouching and blocking the punch with her hand.

Taking the opportunity, Lu Jing swiftly slashed three times.

In Ni Chang Shana's field of vision, the surrounding world suddenly turned pitch black, leaving only three Blade Intents lunging toward her.

Space seemed to twist; the three violet-purple Blade Intents suddenly split apart, forming a vast Blade Intent storm.

Ni Chang Shana's pupils contracted slightly; she extended several pairs of limbs from her body, trying to block the strike with her flesh.

"Pfft——"

The Blade Intent instantly severed Ni Chang Shana's arm, deeply imprinting into her body.

But the next moment, Ni Chang Shana's eyes locked onto Lu Jing, and her mouth split back again.

This familiar aura of destruction made Lu Jing's hairs stand on end.

It was that death ray again; this time he absolutely could not retreat, for having finally gotten close to Ni Chang Shana, stepping back would be tantamount to waiting for death.

"Swish——"

The Thousand-Blade Demon Sword thrust forward, emitting a series of explosive booms louder than the distant thunder in the sky.

"Blade·Storm!"

As Lu Jing's thrust went forward, the sword instantly disintegrated, and under inertia and mental control, it formed a raging storm that surged toward Ni Chang Shana's mouth.

Sensing the aura of death, Ni Chang Shana, who was gathering an attack, reluctantly gave up and dodged to the side.

"Pfft——"

"Pfft——"

Flesh and blood flew; Ni Chang Shana let out a muffled groan, and the blade storm left a bottomless pit in her chest.

Taking advantage of Ni Chang Shana's retreat before she could steady her stance, Lu Jing sheathed the Thousand-Blade Demon Sword at his waist.

This abnormal scene left everyone astonished.

"What is Lu Jing doing?!!"

"What a good opportunity, why not seize the chance to attack?"

"It's over—once Ni Chang Shana comes to, Lu Jing will have to run from that light ball again."

At this moment, Lu Jing's body was filled with imposing Blade Intent; he lowered his stance, right hand gripping the hilt, left hand supporting the sheath, holding the Thousand-Blade Demon Sword horizontally before him.

To inflict fatal damage on Ni Chang Shana, who possesses terrifying regenerative ability, one must use an explosive attack.

Blade Intent continually poured into the sheathed Thousand-Blade Demon Sword, making the sheath extraordinarily gorgeous, its surface constantly flashing with deep purple mystic light.

Hum—

The Thousand-Blade Demon Sword seemed to have gained consciousness, constantly trembling as if wanting to be drawn, but Lu Jing pressed it down firmly.

Piercing blade light occasionally flashed from the sheath's opening, and Lu Jing's aura suddenly became sharp, as if it could cleave all things in the world!

Dozens of fine slash marks appeared on the ground around him.

Sharp, filled with bloody vigor—this is the feeling Lu Jing gives Ni Chang Shana.

Ni Chang Shana struggled to steady her body, her expression ferocious and terrifying; she realized Lu Jing was concocting a terrifying killing move.

"My blood is boiling, Lu Jing—let's fight!"

Ni Chang Shana shouted at the top of her lungs, flipped once in midair then lowered her body, her mouth opening wide again as she began to inhale and exhale golden death light.

Soon, Ni Chang Shana completed the charge first; terrifying death light spewed from her mouth, shooting toward Lu Jing.

Watching the death light continually expand in his vision, Lu Jing drew a deep breath and adjusted his state to optimal.

Burning strength fivefold boost!

Immovable King Sutra!

Moon Shadow Plucking Stars Technique!

All of them merged into this single strike, making Lu Jing at this moment look like a blazing sun, blinding to the point of being unable to look directly.

Whoosh—

In the next instant, Lu Jing's figure vanished; the earth beneath his feet exploded, leaving a deep pit.

Lu Jing turned into a shooting star, streaking across like lightning.

This bolt of lightning swept straight past the death light, and also past Ni Chang Shana's figure.