Chapter 641

In an instant.

One by one, the solar energy contained in the absorbed light beams was fully formed, and the sword bodies even bore the sun's mark; Wang Ping'an stopped throwing talisman after talisman, while Feng Yanrong's played sword apparatus grew stronger and stronger. He wanted to destroy the sword apparatus coming after him, and the talismans he consumed kept increasing.

Although.

Drawing talismans was as easy as drinking water for him, but it still took some time; moreover, the talismans he drew, aside from killing enemies, were mostly exchanged for spirit stones to become nutrients for expanding the World Pearl's area—not something he could waste casually.

Skill: Sword Control Technique + Skill: Light‑Shadow Sword Technique!

With a thought, Wang Ping'an hurriedly drove the Solar Flying Swords condensing around him to collide with the incoming Sword Apparatus, each impact producing a dull boom; Feng Yanrong's played Sword Apparatus were easily destroyed by his Solar Flying Swords.

"As expected of an Astrologer's skill, combined with a Sword Cultivator's ability, it's indeed even more formidable than I imagined!"

Feng Yanrong watched her own Sword Apparatus, destroyed by Wang Ping'an's controlled Solar Flying Swords, surprise flickering across her face, yet her eyes held no hint of unexpectedness.

She had an Astrologer friend, so naturally she understood an Astrologer's prowess better than ordinary cultivators, especially since Wang Ping'an cultivated the peak of solar astrology.

She had long anticipated that Wang Ping'an's Astrologer skill combined with Sword Cultivator ability would surely astonish her.

How could what she saw before her eyes possibly surprise her at all?

Seeing this, it also stirred Feng Yanrong's boundless fighting spirit from within, causing her performance of The World's First Famous Sword Melody to be extraordinarily exerted; wave after wave of Sword Apparatus she played came, each stronger than the last, yet despite that, her Sword Apparatus still fell short against Wang Ping'an's controlled Solar Flying Swords.

But it wasn't to the extent of being completely crushed by Wang Ping'an's Solar Flying Swords as at the start.

At this moment.

She exerted herself extraordinarily, playing wave after wave of Sword Apparatus—ten of them could offset one of Wang Ping'an's Solar Flying Swords—and she felt no disappointment; instead, her face was filled with excitement she could hardly conceal.

"Indeed, I was right—only through a life‑and‑death battle with a formidable Sword Cultivator will my The World's First Famous Sword Melody make leaps and bounds of progress!"

Feng Yanrong, while exerting herself extraordinarily in playing The World's First Famous Sword Melody, stared unblinkingly as wave after wave of her Sword Apparatus—ten of them destroying one Solar Flying Sword—filled her eyes with ever‑deepening joy.

She faintly felt that after this battle, her future bottleneck in The World's First Famous Sword Melody would break; once that melody's realm broke through, her future playing would be worlds apart from now in every aspect.

As it stands now, needing ten Sword Apparatus to destroy one of Wang Ping'an's Solar Flying Swords will be completely overturned; he need not hope for parity, but at least he could manage with five or even fewer Sword Apparatus to offset one of his Solar Flying Swords.

Suddenly, Feng Yanrong caught sight in her peripheral vision of Solar Flying Swords appearing not far ahead, only half a meter away, appearing on all sides; she started in surprise and said:

"How can this be? These flying swords were clearly entangled by my played Sword Apparatus—how could they suddenly appear around me without my noticing at all?"

She is not the type who, while playing a tune, ignores the battle; on the contrary, she need not focus on the strings—she can devote all her attention to the fight, for she knows The World's First Famous Sword Melody so well it's almost second nature, ingrained in her muscles. She constantly watches Wang Ping'an's every move, fearing he might have other tricks that could trip her up; she believes she has him figured out, and she keeps an eye on every Solar Flying Sword he controls.

Never would have thought——

Solar Flying Swords would appear at every position around her.

"Is this a sword technique I don't know?"

Feng Yanrong was pondering how these Solar Flying Swords had appeared when a flash of insight crossed her mind, and she murmured:

"I underestimated him—no wonder a Sword Cultivator who also wields Astrologer methods; his true Sword Cultivator ability surpasses my imagination, letting him conceal a barrage of flying swords right before me, under half a meter, without my even noticing!"

Before Feng Yanrong could finish speaking, the Solar Flying Swords appearing within half a meter of her did not wait for her thought; they shot out at top speed, leaving afterimages like Flowing Light, producing tearing sounds as they surged from all directions to attack her.

Heaven and earth, there was almost nowhere to escape.

Feng Yanrong could clearly see that the Solar Flying Swords had sealed off every position around her, and she could clearly feel her breath completely locked by those swords, leaving her no sliver of a chance—yet her face showed no trace of panic.

The next moment.

In this novel, you have arrived.

"Whoa!"

Her spirit deer mount let out a loud cry, specks of light flashing from its body, instantly forming a Round Dome that enclosed it and Feng Yanrong, as solid as bronze walls and iron bars.

"Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom…"

Solar Flying Swords, carrying violent solar power from all directions, struck the Round Dome, eliciting one dull boom after another.

What shocked Wang Ping'an was that countless Solar Flying Swords had struck nearly every spot on that Round Dome, yet not only did they fail to destroy it, they couldn't even leave a mark on it.

It was truly like genuine bronze walls and iron bars!

"No, even if it were truly bronze walls and iron bars, my multitude of flying swords would be enough to destroy it!"

Wang Ping'an gazed at the intact Round Dome in the distance; the person himself, far away at the Le Family manor, wore an expression of shock he could hardly conceal, his gaze through the Paper Person mostly fixed on Feng Yanrong's mount beneath her—the spirit deer—and he exclaimed in bewilderment:

"This surely isn't an ordinary spirit beast mount; at the very least it must have Golden Core cultivation—no, perhaps even Nascent Soul Stage—otherwise its barrier couldn't be this sturdy; but no matter how strong the barrier, it will eventually be breached, and I want to see just how long you can hold out!"

(End of chapter)