Chapter 750

Back when he fought the God of Immortality, Yan Chixia had unleashed a dense swarm of flying swords.

Now it looked like there was only one, but in truth Yan Chixia was contending with Long Xiang Seng across the void from several thousand paces away, using his flying sword.

What a Yan Chixia!

Long Xiang Seng saw through everything and could not help feeling a surge of excitement in his heart.

In a true contest, if Yan Chixia held nothing back and only released those rain-like flying swords, Long Xiang Seng would have been defeated.

Yet now he relied on a single sword, and contended with Long Xiang Seng across the void.

It seemed as though Yan Chixia looked down on him, Long Xiang Seng.

In truth, it was Yan Chixia lowering his own strength to give Long Xiang Seng a chance.

This too was why Long Xiang Seng praised Yan Chixia.

Hah!

After seeing through everything, Long Xiang Seng, just like Jin Lun, let out a great shout.

Along with his great shout, the cries of dragon and elephant rang out beside him.

Only, unlike Jin Lun.

Along with the cries of dragon and elephant, illusory shadows of a dragon and an elephant also appeared behind Long Xiang Seng.

That dragon and that elephant, like true forms, kept roaring.

As the roars of dragon and elephant rang on without end, when his strength had gathered to its peak.

Long Xiang Seng at last raised a palm and fiercely reached for the hilt of that bronze sword.

The instant he made contact, he felt the world spin.

In a flash, he was no longer halfway up the mountain, but had appeared in a pitch-black space.

Just as Long Xiang Seng was bewildered, Yan Chixia slowly revealed himself from some unknown direction.

He still cradled a gourd, took a sip of wine, and only then said,

"Long Xiang, your cultivation was hard-won, and now your lifespan is nearly at its end—why must you come and waste your strength for nothing?"

Lifespan nearly at its end?

Long Xiang Seng was greatly shocked; he suddenly recalled that since Xuanxinzheng Sect was well-versed in Qi Men Dun Jia.

Then the principles of change and the calculations of fate were also within Qi Men Dun Jia.

Yan Chixia was a master of Xuanxinzheng Sect; the Dao of deducing fate was clearly something he had also touched upon.

What he said was most likely referring to the matter of the one behind the scenes who had ordered the destruction of Wudangyi Sect.

"Each man has his own fate! No matter what that fate may be, the Great Yuan has shown me deep kindness and heavy grace—I cannot fail to repay it.

Yan Chixia, I respect you as a master of Xuanxinzheng Sect, a generation's strong one.

Your so-called contest across the void—is it purely a contest of spiritual power?"

Though Long Xiang Seng appeared to cultivate only physical force, his spiritual power was by no means weak.

Otherwise, where would he have found the will to move from outside to within, create the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art, and reach where he stands today.

"No! I merely sensed that someone is coming and specially wished to warn you.

The sword—you cannot pull it out; it will only drain your strength.

If you do not believe me, then suit yourself."

After speaking, Yan Chixia waved a great hand.

That pitch-black space directly dissolved, and Long Xiang Seng returned once more to the present world.

Everything seemed to return to the moment when he had just grasped the sword.

As if his contest and conversation with Yan Chixia across the void through spiritual power had all been completed in a single instant.

Although Yan Chixia had warned him that someone was already coming.

Long Xiang Seng's mind was now undivided; he only wished to pull out this sword and then set out for Lanruo Temple.

To unseal the Yin Moon Dynasty for the Great Yuan.

Though he also knew that even if he pulled out this sword, more flying swords still awaited him at Lanruo Temple.

He alone could not break the seal of the Yin Moon Dynasty.

But his days were few, and he no longer wished to think so much.

Wherever he could reach, that was where he would stop!

Roar!

Casting aside distracting thoughts, he roared once more.

The illusory shadows of dragon and elephant behind him grew ever more solid.

As he exerted his strength again, the flying sword that had been utterly still, as if rooted to the ground, still did not budge.

Qin Mengyao could not help covering her mouth with a light laugh and said,

"Yan Chixia's Daoist magic and divine abilities—even our Sect Leader would…"

Before the words were finished, a sensation of the earth shaking and mountains trembling was felt.

Then, although the flying sword did not stir, Long Xiang Seng's tremendous force had, through the flying sword, split open this stretch of mountain land.

The mountain land could be seen, with the naked eye, cracking open directly.

The fissured ground, starting from the center of the flying sword, rapidly spread toward the surroundings.

"Could he really pull out Yan Chixia's flying sword?"

Qin Mengyao was utterly horrified and cast a questioning look toward Shi Feixuan.

On Shi Feixuan's neither-sad-nor-happy face, a trace of surprise also appeared at this moment.

Without entering Xuanxinzheng Sect, one cannot know the wonders of the Dao.

Without knowing how exquisite the Daoist technique is, one cannot know where Yan Chixia's true bottom line of strength lies.

After Shi Feixuan learned the Xuanxinzheng Sect's sect-guarding ultimate art, the Xuanxin Aomiao Art, not only did her Wu Gong cultivation realm advance a thousand miles in a single day.

Her understanding of Daoist techniques also grew ever deeper.

But the more so, the more she felt Yan Chixia's Daoist technique was as deep as an abyss or a sea.

Seven days ago, Yan Chixia had relied on Daoist techniques, with a cultivation realm lower than that of an immortal god, to entangle and battle him for three days and three nights.

Such a feat—how many in all the Nine Provinces under heaven could match it?

Therefore, before this, Shi Feixuan was just like Qin Mengyao.

Confident and certain that this Long Xiang Seng, even though a top nineteenth-ranked expert on the Heavenly Dao Golden List, still could not pull out the flying sword reinforced by Daoist technique.

Who could have known that now the earth shook and the mountains swayed, and beneath that flying sword the ground cracked inch by inch.

Rumble rumble rumble…

With a tremendous crash, one could see the ground within a hundred paces around the flying sword.

Was utterly shattered and collapsed by that single pull of Long Xiang Seng.

The entire stretch of land was as if Long Xiang Seng had scooped it away out of thin air.

Only, the flying sword still stood upright in its former position.

Even though the earth around it was gone, it remained utterly motionless.

"Th-this this this…"

Jin Lun could not help being struck dumb.

In the end, does this count as their sect's patriarch having pulled it out, or not?

After all, what Yan Chixia said was that as long as one pulled out this bronze sword, it would count.

But now the flying sword hasn't budged an inch; Long Xiang Seng, by virtue of his supreme great strength, shook the earth around the flying sword away.

Seen this way, the flying sword is now suspended in midair.

It looks as if it were held in Long Xiang Seng's hand.

Yet anyone with eyes can see that even so, Long Xiang Seng still cannot budge this flying sword.

"Enough, enough…"

After a brief stalemate, Long Xiang Seng suddenly gave up again.

He could feel that even if he destroyed this entire mountain.

This flying sword, he still could not move it.

Yan Chixia's Daoist technique truly was wondrous.

In subtle ways, it actually reached straight to the very root.

"Long Xiang Seng, come out!"