Chapter 640: I Must Win This Fight!

"Bang!", "Bang!", "Bang…"

Wang Ping'an again throws out stack after stack of Talismans, destroying a batch of Sword Apparatus that had chased him from behind, and as the successive explosions sound, his heart feels as if it were bleeding.

Stack after stack of Talismans, but they aren't worth Spirit Stones, cannot increase his World Pearl by any amount, so using them here for no reason yields no benefit.

He has always been poor, how could he not feel pain at such a fruitless sacrifice?

"Hope you want to play with swords, then let's see whose sword is stronger, yours or mine!"

Wang Ping'an's peripheral vision catches the endless stream behind him, like ten thousand troops, a barrage of Sword Apparatus of varying lengths and sizes, and he snorts coldly to himself.

Technique: Ten Thousand Swords Form!

The next second.

The Qi drifting between heaven and earth seems to sense some inexplicable summons, swarming from all directions, gathering around him, forming one Flying Sword after another.

Feng Yanrong, playing The World's First Famous Sword Melody, keeps a close eye on the fleeing Wang Ping'an, wanting to see his countermeasures yet fearing he might vanish, and when she sees Flying Swords coalescing around him, she can't help a look of surprise and says:

"This Evil Cultivator actually has Sword Cultivator abilities; could it be that he was once a Sword Cultivator, but due to some reasons—perhaps his cultivation hit a bottleneck, unable to break through, and for the sake of breakthrough, he went astray?"

In Feng Yanrong's mind countless doubts arise, but she pays them little heed; whether Sword Cultivator or any other path, even an alchemist can go astray and become an Evil Cultivator, so a Sword Cultivator like Wang Ping'an turning Evil Cultivator is not unusual.

"No wonder those dead bodies have so many sword wounds; I should have guessed you are a Sword Cultivator!"

Feng Yanrong snorts, her face and eyes brimming with uncontainable battle zeal, and haughtily says: "I do want to see whether your Sword Cultivator skill surpasses my rendition of The World's First Famous Sword Melody!"

Between words, Feng Yanrong drops all pretenses; her momentum rises, and pure magical energy pours from her fingertips, permeating the ancient zither.

She plays out Sword Apparatus that are incomparably more magnificent than those just now, both in speed and momentum, a world apart from the earlier ones.

If the previously played ones were merely ordinary Sword Apparatus, the ones she now produces can truly be called renowned swords.

At blistering speed, she slashes out one after another afterimages, creating successive whooshing sounds, bearing thunderous force, charging straight at the Paper Person controlled by Wang Ping'an.

Wang Ping'an's peripheral vision sees Flying Swords gradually forming under the gathered Qi, his face full of distress; after all, it's not his own body, only the Paper Person he controls, so he can only draw Qi to execute the Technique: Ten Thousand Swords Form, which requires time to condense many Flying Swords.

Otherwise.

If it were his own body, he wouldn't need Qi at all; his internal magical power alone could instantly condense Flying Swords without waiting.

This.

Perhaps it's a flaw of the Paper Person he controls!

"Bang!", "Bang!", "Bang…"—helplessly, Wang Ping'an waits for the Flying Swords to gradually form, but Feng Yanrong not only doesn't stop, she even clearly intensifies her attack, denying him any chance.

Watching the ever-increasing onslaught of Sword Apparatus, their overall momentum keeps evolving, like ordinary swords becoming magical weapons, then becoming divine treasures.

Even from a distance he can clearly feel that the later Sword Apparatus carry a fierce killing intent, like a force that uproots dead wood, unstoppable.

Wang Ping'an can only grit through the bleeding pain in his heart, pull stack after stack of Talismans from his satchel, toss them out, turning them into spell after spell that clash with the incoming Sword Apparatus; one or two Talismans barely destroy a single Sword Apparatus.

Later, even three or four Talismans cannot destroy a single Sword Apparatus!

At this moment.

Wang Ping'an looks around at the finally formed Sword Apparatus, lets out a sigh of relief, and is about to command this batch of Flying Swords to clash with the Sword Apparatus fired by Feng Yanrong to see who wins, when a flash of insight briefly flickers in his mind.

Astrology: Sun!

In an instant, beams of light seem to radiate from the Sun hanging in the sky, enveloping him and the Flying Swords; the Flying Swords, like greedy children, devour the Sun's energy in the beams, and the swords rapidly strengthen at a visible speed.

Feng Yanrong watches Wang Ping'an's massive surrounding Flying Swords coalesce, ready to anticipate a dragon-versus-tiger clash, wondering whether the Sword Apparatus she produced by playing The World's First Famous Sword Melody will be stronger, or the Flying Swords formed by a true Sword Cultivator.

She never imagined.

Beams would shoot from the sky; with her naked eye she could clearly see they belong to the Sun, and see the Flying Swords under those beams rapidly strengthening.

"What kind of method is this?"

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Seeing this scene, Feng Yanrong is startled, a flash of insight briefly flickers in her mind; she glances at the beams covering the Flying Swords, then at Wang Ping'an, who again throws out stack after stack of Talismans to fend off wave after wave of Sword Apparatus attacks, her brows slightly furrowed, she asks in surprise:

"This is the astrologer's technique, but this Evil Cultivator isn't a Sword Cultivator; how could he use an astrologer's method?"

Astrologer.

She knows it; among her friends there is one with that profession, and she knows better than most cultivators that becoming an astrologer is extremely difficult, many may never in their whole lives cross the threshold.

A astrologer like Wang Ping'an who can summon the Sun's power is among the very top of astrologers.

Who says the Sun is the uncrowned king among the stars?

"Could it be that I misjudged him, that he's not an Evil Cultivator?"

In Feng Yanrong's mind a slew of stray thoughts arise, but seeing the Flying Swords rapidly strengthening under the beams, she shakes her head, and says:

"Whether or not he is an Evil Cultivator, I will not give up this battle, nor will I fail!"

Mid-sentence, Feng Yanrong also holds nothing back, immediately playing The World's First Famous Sword Melody at full force.

(End of Chapter)