Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 659 - 659 658 - Decisive Battle 4 Happy Holidays

659: Chapter 658 – Decisive Battle 4 [Happy Holidays] 659: Chapter 658 – Decisive Battle 4 [Happy Holidays] True Fire had scorched the area, and the Flying Sword whistled out.

At that moment, Tang Yan was somewhat surprised, for he hadn’t scorched anything himself!

The Flying Sword was strange!

He judged instantly, thinking, how could a Sword Cultivator who had baffled at least two Wu Sect Golden Cores have only this much ability?

He was not disappointed; an easy kill would not fulfill his purpose of self-discipline, and he was looking forward to a battle of equals.

Before the Flying Sword could strike down, he consciously invoked the Yuqing Method of Myself again with purpose; for the Method of Myself could most accurately uncover the secrets of the opponent’s Flying Sword, which the Mustard Seed Golden Body as a Power Body couldn’t achieve.

The Flying Sword roamed freely within his Dharma Body, its completely different force making him feel a threat.

No predecessors to follow, no successors to come.

That hint of Sword Intent made his Dharma Body extremely uncomfortable.

If he let the Flying Sword pierce at will, being completely passive would eventually exhaust the Mana sustaining his Dharma Body.

‘Front’ character formula, it needed to carry Sword Momentum.

This was a trick Hou Niao had discovered through continuous practice.

As shown by those thirteen black Jade Scrolls, each line of poetry was actually a type of Sword Momentum; for example, “No predecessors to follow, no successors to come” represented an ‘Unrivaled’ stance.

A Sword Momentum that needed to be cultivated through continuous victory, it was also the only set among his three Body Sword Skills where he had touched the path of Sword Momentum.

Since the ordinary Flying Sword was ineffective, he had to use the slightly persuasive ‘Front’ character formula to probe.

It proved effective indeed; but because Tang Yan’s Yuqing Method of Myself was exquisitely profound and his ‘Unrivaled’ Sword Momentum was not yet fully matured, he couldn’t break through in one go, so he could only slowly cut it, like chopping meat with a blunt knife—not fatal for the moment but still very painful.

Tang Yan felt the danger and knew he could no longer rely on the Method of Myself.

Seizing a gap, he retracted his Dharma Body, and in the sky, a white kite let out a clear cry as he pulled himself into Outer Space.

At the same time, he flipped his hand and tossed out a small bell, suspended above his head, ancient and quaint, of dark heavy wood, its purpose unknown.

Although the Yuqing Method of Myself was broken, it had probed the reality of the Flying Sword.

The Sword Cultivator was one with the sword, an unconventional Swordsmanship; therefore, he no longer needed to exhaust his efforts in searching for the true body of the Sword Cultivator, for it resided within the Sword Spirit Space of the Flying Sword.

This was why he brought out the God Suppressing Bell.

The Flying Sword was already in pursuit, giving him hardly any time to breathe;

Tang Yan’s eyes flashed with divine light, and his body shrank in an instant.

This time he intended to use the Mustard Seed Golden Body to combat the Flying Sword.

Both parties did not hesitate, confident in their skills, as the Flying Sword precisely hit the three-inch small figure, producing a huge sound, utterly disproportionate to his body, echoing nonstop.

At the point of impact, the God Suppressing Bell grew with the wind, enveloping both Tang Yan and the Flying Sword within; the next moment, inscriptions flickered at the belly of the bell, and a small figure emerged, it was Tang Yan.

His Mustard Seed Golden Body and the God Suppressing Bell had matching inscriptions, allowing him free entry and exit, while the remaining reverberations inside the bell were from the Flying Sword dashing left and right, the aftertones unceasing.

This was the temporary method he thought of to trap the Flying Sword, whether it would work was still uncertain, it specifically depended on how long the Flying Sword could maintain its power in this state of body sword integration.

To his disappointment, the moment he left, he felt something was wrong with the God Suppressing Bell.

Just as he escaped, the bell shattered into pieces, a beam of sword light burst out, showing no sign of exhaustion, as if it could keep attacking indefinitely.

“Interesting!

This swordsmanship doesn’t align with the traditions of the Shan Sect, is it a new path from the Quanzhen?”

Tang Yan sarcastically remarked, not dismayed by losing the God Suppressing Bell, he had many such magic artifacts, it was merely to test the power of the sword cultivator’s Flying Sword, he did not expect any effect.

He leapt back a distance, and saw that the Flying Sword did not follow him, but rather, the sword cultivator’s figure appeared where the God Suppressing Bell had collapsed, the two of them facing each other from afar, each wary in their hearts.

These dozens of breaths of back-and-forth had left them at a stalemate, neither able to overcome the other, but they had both understood the gist of each other’s capabilities, both realizing they had met their match.

Tang Yan’s eyes were filled with a fighting spirit, relieved by the decision he had made; he had stayed at this level of strength for many years, unrelated to realms, but he could clearly feel he was at a bottleneck, how to improve himself without crossing into another realm was a problematic issue.

In his circle they had their own competition, obtaining spiritual green from outer space was not an automatic process, fraught with peril, and among the twelve Constellation True Inheritors, he didn’t have much of an advantage, among the twelve, there were those nearly equal to him, and some stronger than him, measuring carefully he could hardly find a few he was certain were weaker, this filled him with a sense of crisis.

His problem was that he was older, facing the challenge of advancing further, yet he did not wish to form his Golden Core before obtaining the spiritual green from outer space, thus he used a secret technique to delay his upper realm process, but troubles followed, although his process of advancing realms was indeed delayed, his strength seemed to have stagnated, something he found hard to accept.

A cultivator’s advancement to an upper realm is a natural process, accelerating growth is not good, intentional suppression is not necessarily wise, both are unnatural interventions against the regular law of cultivation.

Simply put, he should not have been a competitor for spiritual green of this batch, but belonged to the previous batch of Li Chuping, fortunes change, a twist of fate, which now made him quite uncomfortable; such situations were not uncommon among the twelve Constellation True Inheritors, all significantly struggling with their own realms.

It was like binding the chest, or binding the feet, the discomfort indescribable to others.

Not wanting to waste his time in such a way, the only breakthrough method he could think of was through a life-and-death battle to give himself a jolt; the other Constellation True Inheritors would not give him this chance for no reason, this led to his somewhat rash volunteering.

He was lucky, his opponent was far stronger than imagined, which was actually a good thing for him; those kinds of victories without danger were not what he wanted, he needed that thrill, the thrill closest to death, now this sword cultivator had shown enough potential, he must rack his brains to find a solution, and might not be able to do it?

He began to review the methods he still had at his disposal, unexpectedly discovering that because he had shown off deliberately to snatch momentum before, he didn’t have many options left?

This predicament was somewhat ironic to him, but it also forced out all his potential.

He must force out the true body of the sword cultivator, otherwise, he didn’t have many ways to deal with that flying sword, too mighty, and clearly did not need to recharge, the sword cultivator could keep up this state of body sword integration indefinitely.

With a plan in mind, he pointed and laughed, “I know what you’re thinking, trying to step on me to rise higher?

I’m afraid you won’t get such a chance!”