Purple Mist Dao Master
Chapter 289 - 228: Dugu Nine Swords + Wave Riding Micro Steps = Invincible! _2

Chapter 289: Chapter 228: Dugu Nine Swords + Wave Riding Micro Steps = Invincible! _2

This Yan Chuan!

Truly fierce!

They didn’t know that the ’Dugu Nine Swords’ Arrow Breaking Style, when practiced to the extreme, could counter hundreds and thousands of hidden weapons, striking with one sword, countless points of light appear. Although there is a sequence, Yan Chuan’s sword strikes are incredibly fast, as if unleashed all at once.

With twenty-four thrusts, twenty-four eyes were blinded.

In truth, this is due to Yan Chuan’s Arrow Breaking Style not being entirely proficient yet. Were it brought to refining fire perfection and accompanied by sharp eye power, even if hooded by black scarves and robes, he’d still hit throats, killing with one strike, not just eyes.

Yan Chuan targeted the eyes mainly due to lack of confidence in striking the vital points like the throat or heart of these people under the cover of night, choosing a secondary objective instead.

Yan Chuan knew his own inadequacies.

But just focusing on the eyes worked effectively.

The twelve members of the Six-winged Sect cried out miserably, each pressing their eyes with their hands, weapon mastery plummeting, blood oozing between their fingers, truly terrifying!

Yet, these twelve were all limit-breaking masters. Even if their eyes were blinded, even if the pain was overwhelming and they dropped their weapons unexpectedly, they knew a strong enemy was nearby and that Yan Chuan wouldn’t spare them. Thus, they screamed but none stayed in place—

Each clutching their eyes, suddenly engulfed in darkness, in unbearable pain, chaotically fleeing for their lives.

"Where do you think you’re going!"

These twelve limit-breaking masters were in perfect formation initially, making it difficult for Yan Chuan, even with the ’Wave Riding Micro Steps’ and ’Dugu Nine Swords,’ to take them all down at once.

But now, the twelve were blinded and running wildly, causing chaos immediately.

In such a disorder, Yan Chuan’s ’Wave Riding Micro Steps’ was timely, showing immense power, his movements graceful and flickering. With the sword in hand, no need for complex moves, just aiming at the vital points like the throat and heart—

Swish, swish, swish!

One sword after another!

Either thrusting or slashing, over twenty consecutive strikes, twelve fell with a crash, lifeless.

"Yan Chuan!"

Pang Shan and Wu Luo’s Qi-blood raged. Witnessing Yan Chuan blinding twelve subordinates in an instant, their hearts trembled, they flew into a rage, turning to attack Yan Chuan.

But with twelve trusted subordinates blinded and charging chaotically, it blocked their combined attack, instead creating an opportunity for Yan Chuan.

The sword light shimmered!

The twelve trusted subordinates fell one by one!

In just a few breaths, Pang Shan and Wu Luo found themselves as lone generals.

"Damn dog thief!"

"If you have the skill, don’t hide, face us head-on!"

Pang Shan yelled furiously.

Wu Luo looked at the fallen sect members in shock, suddenly realizing, he shouted urgently, "Things don’t look good, Brother Pang, flee quickly!"

Yan Chuan is powerful!

All subordinates were wiped out!

Seeing the officials’ experts approaching, how could they afford to tangle with Yan Chuan, much less relish the fight?

The best strategy is retreat in time of trouble!

Wu Luo shouted deeply, turned around, and ran first.

Pang Shan, drenched in cold sweat, was startled, previously pursuing Yan Chuan to kill, now hurrying to escape at the opportune moment.

"You think you can come and go as you please?"

Yan Chuan comprehended the "Guerrilla War Sixteen Character Formula" deeply—

Retreat when the enemy advances, harass when the enemy halts, strike when the enemy is weary, pursue when the enemy retreats!

Earlier, with Pang Shan and Wu Luo advancing fiercely, unfamiliar with their strength, he used the ’Wave Riding Micro Steps’ to evade temporarily.

Now, with these two fleeing, Yan Chuan quickly switched his sword direction, expanding his sword momentum, moving along with the sword, turning left and then right, the more he turned, the faster.

This is precisely the Taishan Swordsmanship’s ’Taishan Eighteen Steps’!

The three portals underneath Taishan’s eighteen steps have a dangerous five steps per turn, ten steps per rotation. This set of ’Taishan Eighteen Steps’ incorporates terrain into the swordsmanship, rising higher and becoming more perilous, hence the sword moves too become increasingly ferocious.

Additionally, due to Taishan’s ’Eighteen Steps’ being divided into ’slow eighteen, tight eighteen,’ the rotations at eighteen places are slower, while the others are tighter. One step higher each time, hence ’those behind see the shoes of those in front, while those in front see the heads of those behind.’ This swordsmanship also alternates between slow and tight, winding and turning.

Yan Chuan’s sword followed suit, each strike seeming to pass through Pang Shan and Wu Luo, yet never delivering an actual killing blow.

No killing intent!

No old sword momentum!

This sword move by Yan Chuan left room for maneuver, should Pang Shan or Wu Luo try to retaliate, Yan Chuan could retreat again.

His thoughts were clear—

"These two have considerable strength, I need not risk a fierce battle, only need to entangle them until reinforcements arrive!"

With this thought!

He acted accordingly!

Yan Chuan’s attacks were a mix of illusion and reality, focusing on entanglement.

While Pang Shan, Wu Luo became frustrated and irritable—

They couldn’t escape!

Couldn’t manage to kill!

This Yan Chuan!

Truly troublesome!

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"There’s no way!"

"We must invoke the divine!"

With the sounds of Qinggong approaching closely in all directions, Pang Shan, Wu Luo were entangled with Yan Chuan, unable to escape for the moment. Anxious yet decisive, they each pulled the ’Six-winged Divine Bird’ wood carving idol from their chests, holding it above their heads and chanting mantras—

"With sincere heart, turn to the Six Wings, save and free from mortal suffering, illness not lingering on, peacefully protected by heavenly embrace, ten stems and twelve branches, master of twenty-eight mansions; Heavenly God and Jade Maiden hear, bringing auspicious descents, the treasure sword shines brilliantly, slaying demon hindrances; the gourd pacifies with Spirit Pill, transcending all mortal woes; prison shackles calamity, water and fire along with plagues, soldiers descend urgently, encountering obstacles on the path, all that you desire thus transforms to dust, descending as you recant; all past derives from current grace, relying on the benefactor’s mercy; with one voice eternally peaceful, the whole family of dragons and tigers; with this sacred and spiritual mantra, ten thousand demons are subdued; revered Divine Master of the Six Wings, urgently manifest as the law commands."

As the mantra began, divine light appeared.

Two beams of divine light respectively emerged from the two wood carving idols, entering the foreheads of Pang Shan and Wu Luo.

Invoke the divine!

Summon the god!

Divine light entering the body, the success was instantaneous.

Wu Luo wielded his saber, casually swinging backward—

Shrrrr!

The saber energy rent the air, leaving the saber edge, threatening to cleave Yan Chuan in two.

Pang Shan swung the long staff, the staff like pouring wind—

Rumble!

The staff upheaved the floor tiles, infused with strength, tiles like iron, overwhelming and covering the sky!

Saber energy!

Tiles!

All sought life.

"Can’t resist with force!"

Yan Chuan executed the ’Wave Riding Micro Steps,’ stepping technique unfolding as he performed an iron bridge maneuver, twisting his body nearly touching the ground, avoiding the saber energy. Subsequently, without rising, he kept his body near the ground, both feet stepping and pushing with momentum, directly gliding back, like a pool of water, lightly crossing a window and entering the house with ease.

Inside the house.

The Zhou Family Sisters supported and leaned on each other, each like a flickering candle in the wind, unable to assist in battle, struggling even to escape.

"Follow me out!"

Yan Chuan lifted the blanket the instant he entered the house, wrapping up the five sisters, his Qi power immense. Even though the five sisters were all martial arts practitioners with strong sinew, bone, skin, and membrane, collectively weighing seven to eight hundred taels, in Yan Chuan’s hands, it felt like nothing. The ’Wave Riding Micro Steps’ resumed, and he leaped with them out of another window.

Emerging just in time—

Rumble!

Pang Shan’s iron staff upheaved the tiles, already collapsing the house wall, demolishing the building.

Amidst the rumbling, smoke and dust rose.

"Kill!"

Pang Shan and Wu Luo charged forth, pursuing Yan Chuan.

Prior to invoking the divine, they were at least Fifth Grade, if not Sixth-Grade limit-breaking masters, exerting significant pressure on Yan Chuan. Post invocation, their strength surged several times, no less than Sixth Grade and possibly reaching Seventh or even Eighth Grade!

One wielded a saber, saber energy flying wildly!

One wielded a staff, pouring wind like a demon!

Precise strikes!

Comprehensive coverage!

"If it weren’t for the Zhou Family’s Five Sisters, I’d definitely want a proper fight against you!"

Yan Chuan’s blood boiled.

But he was not alone now; he also needed to care for the five sisters, a burden, he couldn’t try to be tough, he had to consistently retreat. ’Wave Riding Micro Steps’ leaping over walls and yards, zigzagging through the complex terrain formed by rockeries, courtyard walls, and houses, showcasing the advantage of ’Wave Riding Micro Steps’ to the fullest.

He ran ahead!

The two pursued behind!

’Wave Riding Micro Steps’ excelled at maneuvering within confined spaces, not long-distance pursuits. Yan Chuan, holding the Zhou Family Sisters high, dared not run too far, thus amidst Wu Luo’s saber brilliance and Pang Shan’s staff shadows, he moved deftly, shifting left and right, crooked but like a casual walk in the courtyard.

In the dead of night.

Wu Luo and Pang Shan attacked fiercely, keeping a close eye on Yan Chuan, yet couldn’t even touch a hair of his, thinking him to have mastered ’Sound Positioning’ to the extreme, not realizing Yan Chuan’s ’Wave Riding Micro Steps’ followed its rhythm, irrelevant to enemy’s moves or the thunderous sounds of saber strokes and staff techniques, having no bearing on him.

Jiang Bianliu arrived in time to witness Yan Chuan maneuvering divine-like under the pincer attack of two Seventh or Eighth-Grade experts. He applauded involuntarily—

"Such remarkable movement!"

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