Super Divine Daoist Skill
Chapter 135 - 134: Little Thousand Wind Blade Skill (Please Subscribe and Vote for Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 135: Chapter 134: Little Thousand Wind Blade Skill (Please Subscribe and Vote for Monthly Ticket)

Bai Ziyue, however, was still several years away from reaching twenty.

After the shock came fury.

For the first time, Daoist Wutong genuinely began to take Bai Ziyue seriously.

In his eyes, the opponent seemed almost otherworldly.

Not only had he cultivated an Immortal Technique and possessed a formidable Summoning Dharma Artifact, but his talent in martial arts was also astonishing.

With a single thought, the small sword shot out once more.

With his power surging, Bai Ziyue felt a deep sense of confidence. He extended his hand and tapped on the Eagle Swordsman Painting, and in an instant, two eagles and a swordsman appeared before him.

At the same time, with a thought, the golden small knife that always hung from his waist flashed by like a golden bolt of lightning.

After that, his qi and blood surged, all his muscles rippling, never missing a single part. The powerful energy within him swelled like an endless force, making him almost unable to hold back from letting out a thrilling shout.

However, Bai Ziyue forcibly held it back.

*He knew this was just the discomfort of suddenly gaining such immense power.* *Once he shouted, the energy would slacken.* *Naturally, he would not make such a foolish move.*

With a slight pause of his foot, the ground under him depressed over an inch, and Bai Ziyue’s figure swiftly darted toward Daoist Wutong.

Cloud Soaring Step!

Bai Ziyue understood that if he only relied on the techniques of the Immortal Technique, even if he had now broken through to the Fifth Layer of the Qi Cultivation Realm, it would still be difficult to match Daoist Wutong.

The power of the opponent’s Dharma Artifact Small Sword attack still filled him with horror upon recollection.

Only by getting close did he have a chance.

Although those who practiced the Immortal Cultivation Method could practice martial arts, they usually focused on one due to time and energy constraints.

Daoist Wutong primarily cultivated the Immortal Technique. Although he also practiced martial arts, under Bai Ziyue’s spiritual eye observation, his qi and blood were very robust, but at most, they reached the Peak of External Forging.

Like his junior apprentice, those whose martial arts surpassed the Immortal Technique were indeed a minority.

Thus, Bai Ziyue decided from the beginning to rely on his martial arts to cut down Daoist Wutong.

Just as Daoist Wutong wanted revenge against Bai Ziyue, Bai Ziyue was equally filled with killing intent toward Daoist Wutong.

*Even though he had long recognized that Liu Dong had ulterior motives in accepting him as a disciple, Liu Dong had still treated him well.* *If given the chance, he naturally wanted to avenge him.*

The intense desire to kill filled Bai Ziyue, and as he swiftly advanced, his pace accelerated.

However, by now, Daoist Wutong’s small sword had already turned into lightning, shooting straight toward him.

Standing at the forefront were the two eagles and the swordsman blocking Bai Ziyue’s path.

The eagles flapped their wings vigorously, but they couldn’t withstand the small sword’s terrifying momentum.

Pfft!

An eagle was instantly pierced through, and the astounding spiritual power burst forth from the small sword, tearing the eagle apart and transforming it into tiny spiritual energy light waves.

At this moment, a sword light slashed down, landing upon the blade of the small sword.

At the crucial moment, the swordsman struck.

The swordsman’s Swordsmanship was as intricate as an antelope’s horns, and as the sword light brushed past, its speed was even more astonishing.

Clang!

At the moment of the collision between the long sword and the small sword, the energy-condensed long sword shattered inch by inch. The small sword only paused slightly before swiftly piercing through the swordsman’s head, leaving it as it transformed into tiny spiritual energy light waves, dissipating into the void.

The prowess of Daoist Wutong’s Dharma Artifact Small Sword was overwhelming, and even a swordsman with strength comparable to a Late-Stage Inner Cultivation martial artist was no match for it.

Moreover, after consecutively killing the eagle and the swordsman, the small sword’s speed seemed hardly diminished as it directly swept towards Bai Ziyue.

However, at this moment, Bai Ziyue’s golden small knife erupted with powerful spirit light, meeting it head-on.

Golden light surged on the golden small knife, and at this instant, the spiritual power Bai Ziyue injected into it almost reached the knife’s limit, maximizing its eruptive power.

Screech!

A piercing screech echoed out as the Golden Thread Saber instantly flew back, making Bai Ziyue pause slightly, suffering from some impact.

It was evident that the Golden Thread Saber was far inferior to Daoist Wutong’s dazzling small sword.

Even if the small sword had been subjected to successive weakening strikes before, its power remained extremely strong.

Fortunately, in the collision with the Golden Thread Saber, the small sword’s power was also weakened to its limit. After hesitating for a moment, it eventually flew back.

Whoosh!

An ice arrow, like a sharp arrow, shot out, instantly piercing through another eagle. Its momentum unabated, it charged towards Bai Ziyue.

Bai Ziyue’s expression remained unchanged as he, too, shot out a flame.

Spirit Fire Technique!

Pfft!

The ice arrow shattered, forcibly melted and vaporized by the flame, as the flame, still potent, swiftly charged toward Daoist Wutong.

The Spirit Fire Technique at the Perfection Level, combined with the force from Bai Ziyue’s recent breakthrough into the Fifth Layer of the Qi Cultivation Realm, had already surpassed the power limit of typical magic.

For the first time, an expression of shock appeared on Daoist Wutong’s face.

But his figure instantly retreated, vanishing like a phantom from his original position.

Boom!

Flames surged, hitting the spot where Daoist Wutong once stood, melting the ground into layers of sand.

Twenty meters, fifteen meters, ten meters...

Bai Ziyue’s figure moved like lightning, and as he closed in on Daoist Wutong, he quickly pulled out a cloth banner from his pouch.

Boom!

An endless black mist swiftly enveloped the dozen meters around them, pulling the retreating Daoist Wutong inside as well.

Soul-Gathering Banner!

Several Yin Souls shrieked ominously, swiftly charging toward Daoist Wutong.

"Soul-Gathering Banner!"

Daoist Wutong’s face instantly darkened.

He naturally knew where Bai Ziyue’s Soul-Gathering Banner came from.

However, his Soul-Gathering Banner and Corpse Refinement were both destroyed in a previous battle, leaving him with only a small sword artifact to use smoothly. Otherwise, dealing with Bai Ziyue wouldn’t have been this difficult.

"Daoist Wutong, let me tell you a secret.

Not only did your eldest disciple Zhang Yuchang die at my hands, but three years ago, your second disciple Su Hao was also killed by me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Spiritual Power within Bai Ziyue turned into surging waves, once again pouring into the Eagle Swordsmen Painting.

In an instant, two eagles and a swordsman appeared again, rapidly charging toward Daoist Wutong.

"What?"

Daoist Wutong’s Heart Spirit trembled, and his hand that was about to continue wielding the Dharma Artifact Small Sword involuntarily paused.

However, he quickly suppressed the fury in his heart, Spiritual Power swept out in torrents, once more pouring into the Dharma Artifact Small Sword.

The darkness dispersed by the Yin Souls naturally couldn’t hinder his sight. The small sword, swift as lightning, burst forth after piercing through a Yin Soul in front of him.

At the same time, he reached into the bag beside him and immediately pulled out a small shield, entirely pitch-black.

With the infusion of Spiritual Power, the black shield quickly emitted a layer of black spirit light, entirely enveloping him.

A piercing screech rang out!

The two eagles let out a loud screech, like sharp arrows, directly colliding forth.

Bang!

The spirit light quivered but didn’t shatter in the slightest.

Following that, a sword light fiercely struck the spirit light, but it too was in vain.

The numerous Yin Souls, exuding a ghostly atmosphere, extended ghost claws, viciously piercing at the spirit light, yet only managed to make it tremble slightly, unable to dim it in the slightest.

Daoist Wutong used this opportunity to visualize a Daoist Skill while quickly retreating.

His speed was equally extreme, and even though the swordsman and eagles desperately obstructed him, he quickly broke out of the area shrouded by Yin Qi.

An inexplicable aura suddenly spread in the void, with an astonishing spiritual pressure gathering from Daoist Wutong’s body.

On the other side, the moment Daoist Wutong’s small sword burst out, Bai Ziyue felt a strong sense of crisis rising uncontrollably in his heart.

Without time for deep thought, a magic technique rapidly materialized in Bai Ziyue’s mind, which he then unleashed.

Spirit Fire Technique!

Puff!

The Dharma Artifact Small Sword quivered softly, piercing through and extinguishing the spirit light technique, then continued towards him unabated.

Slash Blade Technique!

A blade light, transforming into a silver flash, fiercely struck the small sword.

Given Bai Ziyue’s current strength, the power unleashed in a full-force strike was terrifying. Coupled with the Perfection Level Slash Blade Technique, the power surged like waves, finally succeeding in knocking the small sword away.

However, by this time, Daoist Wutong’s magic technique had already taken shape.

Little Thousand Wind Blade Skill!

Countless Wind Blades burst forth like crashing waves, densely covering the eagles, the swordsman, and several Yin Souls.

In just an instant, among the remaining four Yin Souls, two of the relatively weaker ones were directly slain by the Wind Blades, while the other Yin Souls were quickly weakened.

"Kill!"

By now, Bai Ziyue could see that Daoist Wutong was out of tricks, and he had no way out, braving the Wind Blades and rapidly closing in.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Countless Wind Blades struck the spirit light shield on his body, causing it to tremble continuously.

However, by this point, Bai Ziyue was already near Daoist Wutong, and the war saber swept forth in an instant.

Countless blade lights fell continuously, along with the constant attacks from the swordsman and eagles.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Caw! Caw!

Two consecutive eagle screeches rang out; their massive forms couldn’t withstand the countless Wind Blade attacks and finally turned into points of spirit light, disappearing once more.

Puff!

The swordsman, undeterred, kept striking with one sword after another, causing Daoist Wutong’s protective shield to tremble continuously.

Bop!

Finally, at a certain moment, the spirit light shattered, and Daoist Wutong’s previously sinister face abruptly changed color.

He wanted to escape, but an array of blade lights transformed into myriad stars, sweeping down.

On the other side, the swordsman’s long sword moved relentlessly, flickering between, like a Spirit Snake flicking its tongue, reaching an extreme speed.

Puff!

The blade light penetrated flesh!

Puff!

The sword light pierced the body!

"Die!"

Bai Ziyue’s long saber lifted one last time, his eyes exuding a chilling killing intent.

Pop!

At the same moment, the spirit light shield on Bai Ziyue shattered!