Chapter 584: Flesh and Blood Scabbard

Within a foot, that black sun rotated violently, like a black hole, rolling in a massive amount of blood and air along with the cold light slashed by the four Sword Saints with all their might, and then stirred them into powder and sprayed them behind his back.

The stances of the Hachimangu Shrine Sword Saints were torn apart the moment they touched the black sun, and even their figures were forcibly pulled over.

The weapons and stones scattered on the ground were smashed into powder the moment they touched the black sun, and the Sword Saints' faces changed greatly, no longer caring about anything else, just using all the skills they had learned in their lives to collide with the sword light that made up the black sun, using the counter-shock force to delay the momentum of being pulled in.

*Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang—*

The sword blades collided, sparking countless dazzling sparks, which just happened to form the corona of the black sun.

"Wrong!"

"His force is wrong!"

"This force... is sticky! The sword blades collide and cannot be pulled apart; instead, they are pulled in even more—ah!"

A scream was cut short, and the Hachimangu Shrine Sword Saint who spoke was the first to be rolled into it, and in just an instant, he was swallowed, turning into fine flesh and blood sprayed out from behind the black sun.

"Don't collide with his sword blade!"

"If you don't collide, you'll be pulled in!"

"Then what should we do!"

Three roars, full of anger and helplessness.

Li Miao, who was watching the show in the distance, twisted his fingers and laughed in a low voice.

"Wudang Taiji force combined with this so-called Two Heavens One Style swordsmanship actually has such a miraculous effect; it makes me want to learn it."

"Speaking of which, the ancestor of the Two Heavens One Style is Master Jianzhen, while the Taiji force is the Daoist lineage of Zhang Sanfeng, what is this... Buddhism is originally Dao?"

"And it's not the shallow inheritance of Wudang, it's the Heaven-Man inheritance that truly belongs to Zhang Sanfeng... Leader Ji is as generous as ever to hand over such good things to this Japanese person."

Ji Tianrui chuckled.

"Since I want people to be willing to sell their lives for me, I should take out enough chips. Just restoring his state is not enough to make him cooperate with me to do all this."

"And, I have also gained something from it."

Li Miao let out a sneer.

"Leader Ji is used to persuading people to send themselves to death willingly; the Pupa Girl, the Yang family, Lan Lechuan, I'm used to it."

"But Leader Ji should know that I don't care about this; what I want to ask is—"

Li Miao suddenly raised his hand, grabbed Ji Tianrui's shoulder, forcibly turned her around, stared at her eyes, and asked in a deep voice.

"You saw Zhang Sanfeng in the Ise Grand Shrine? Otherwise, where did you get the Taiji force of the Heaven-Man inheritance?"

Ji Tianrui blinked and smiled.

"Naturally, I haven't seen him. To put it bluntly, if I had already established a partnership with Zhang Sanfeng, why would I look up to Lord Li?"

"Cooperating with the martial arts ancestor is always better than cooperating with a ruthless, heartless, and cold-blooded person who only remembers grudges and doesn't know how to be grateful."

The two stared at each other for a long time.

Even Li Miao could not find a trace of emotion in Ji Tianrui's eyes; her smile was fake, but it was so fake that she didn't have any thoughts of her own, and there was only one such demoness in the world who could do it.

"Forget it."

Li Miao let go of Ji Tianrui.

Ji Tianrui smiled, moved half a step to the side without changing her expression, and pulled a slight distance from Li Miao.

Her expression was still calm, and only the Gu worm in her cuff moved its tentacles slightly, then calmed down and made no more movement.

In the battle circle ahead, a joyful shout suddenly came.

"Behind!"

"His force is not round and harmonious; the back is the flaw!"

Hearing the prompt from their companion, the other two Sword Saints did not hesitate, and decisively, at the cost of having half an arm and a small half of their faces shattered by the black sun, they forcibly rushed toward the back of the black sun.

*Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang! *—

Weapons collided.

"That's right!"

"The momentum of the pull is smaller the closer you get to the back!"

One Sword Saint roared, and the sound of collision came from behind as his companion blocked the attack for him; he rushed forward desperately and finally drilled behind the black sun. ===== CHAPTER 585 =====