The Blade-Wielding Legend -
Chapter 337 - 214: Fierce Fight in the Mine
Chapter 337: Chapter 214: Fierce Fight in the Mine
The statue had a strange, fierce, and unruly appearance.
Yet Li Yan felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity as he looked at it.
Memories from his past life surged in his mind.
He had seen this thing on a thangka during his travels!
It was the goddess Mam!
He didn’t know much about this, only that the person selling thangkas had mentioned it was once a protector deity of Tibet’s Bon religion, with numerous violent and fierce types, which were later subdued by Padmasambhava, becoming protectors of Tibetan Buddhism.
Such cases were quite common in Central Earth.
Some folk-deified figures had been subdued and sealed by the Mystical Sect, symbolizing the integration of religious cultures and beliefs.
In this world, it was obviously not that simple.
Looking again at this Tibetan monk’s attire, it should be some type of Tibetan Buddhism lineage.
Moreover, the invisibility of gods and ghosts was definitely an Illusion Technique!
Li Yan was startled, about to retreat, when he suddenly felt his whole body stiffen.
Behind the opponent, the statue of the goddess Mam was now staring at him with blood-red eyes, holding a pulsating heart in its hand.
Its pitch-black hand with sharp claws slowly tightened, squeezing the heart, and Li Yan immediately felt a sharp pain in his left chest.
It was a curse!
Seeing the Tibetan monk subdue Li Yan, the white-robed people seemed unsurprised, with two of them even raising crossbows, intending to shoot Li Yan.
But relying on just this was clearly not enough.
Jingle jingle jingle!
The Demon Suppressing Coin Blade Tassel trembled.
Li Yan’s body stiffness immediately disappeared, and he dodged the incoming bolts with a swift side step, while reaching to his waist and flinging out a Flying Blade.
He used Hidden Energy when throwing the blade, aiming straight for the monk’s head.
Of course, Li Yan’s purpose was only to interrupt his spellcasting.
The illusion of the goddess Mam in his eyes hadn’t yet vanished, indicating the opponent’s spell was still in effect.
Who would have thought that the monk, instead of dodging, suddenly opened his mouth and bit down on the incoming Flying Blade, his cold white teeth snapping.
With a crunch, he bit the Flying Blade in half.
Even though the Flying Blade was thrown with Hidden Energy.
This monk was also a Martial Arts expert, likely having reached the Force Transformation level!
Of course, this move also interrupted his spell.
Li Yan had already grasped the Divine Tiger Token, simultaneously performing the Timestep Astral mantra: "Nuogao, left carrying Three Stars, right carrying Three Prisons, heaven and earth overturn... Urgently like a mandate!"
"Roar!"
With the roar of a tiger, the illusion before Li Yan’s eyes instantly disappeared.
What he used was the "Beidi’s Protection Spell," which not only protected him but also allowed him to attack the opponent’s Divine Soul.
The monk groaned, retreating continuously.
The spell was broken, and his Divine Soul was shaken.
However, his Dao was evidently extraordinary, as he quickly regained balance after a mere shake of his head, murderous intent in his eyes, as he took down a demon-subduing pestle from his waist, the front end sharp, the back carved with a strange deity figure.
Whoosh!
The opponent, barefoot, gave a sudden push, his red robe fluttering as he lunged straight at Li Yan, bringing down the demon-subduing pestle with an unusual technique.
After witnessing the monk bite through his Flying Blade, Li Yan knew the opponent was a Force Transformation martial arts master, apparently with a Tibetan Buddhism heritage, hence he did not dare underestimate him.
With a clang, the Duan Chen Blade was swiftly unsheathed.
Li Yan did not retreat, stepping close and thrusting with the Crossed Blade.
His weapon was longer than the opponent’s, giving him an advantage.
Simultaneously, the Soul Hook also whistled out.
The Soul Hook was now two meters long.
Even if the opponent was a Force Transformation master and proficient in spells, as long as his Divine Soul was restrained, it was still possible to pierce his heart with a single strike.
However, what Li Yan did not expect was that the monk had awakened his Eye Divine Power, allowing him to vaguely see the shape of the Soul Hook.
The monk was greatly shocked, flipping the demon-subduing pestle in his hand outward in an attempt to sweep away the Soul Hook.
Though his demon-subduing pestle was also a Magic Artifact, it was ineffective against the invisible Soul Hook.
Swish!
The Soul Hook passed directly through the demon-subduing pestle and into his body.
Yet, something unexpected happened to Li Yan.
Crash!
The silver turquoise pendant hanging on the monk’s chest suddenly shattered, causing the usually unstoppable Soul Hook to be bounced away.
This was the first time such an occurrence had happened.
The monk was startled, fiercely stomping his right foot on the ground with a booming sound, causing dirt to splatter, and his figure was sent flying backward.
Although the Soul Hook was invalidated, Li Yan would not miss the opportunity, the Hidden Energy in his feet erupting as if shrinking the ground to an inch, while the Duan Chen Blade slashed down hard.
The monk, unable to evade, had to use the demon-subduing pestle to block.
Clang!
With a crisp sound, the demon-subduing pestle was cut in two.
Even though he had destroyed the opponent’s Magic Artifact, the monk still took the chance to retreat, dodging Li Yan’s attack.
He was both shocked and angry, but had no time to counterattack, instead grabbing a peculiar golden pendant from his chest, his hands forming a Dharma Seal, chanting, "Om, Mahakala, Gli Hum Pha."
Li Yan spun the blade, eyes slightly narrowed.
He could smell something on the opponent’s body, surrounded by a certain incense smell, with a trace of blood scent and a hint of butter fragrance.
Faintly forming a Buddha shape, enveloping him.
It was some kind of Protective Method!
It seemed designed specifically against the Soul Hook.
Meanwhile, the white-robed men also raised their bamboo tubes.
Evidently, they saw that Li Yan was not easy to deal with and intended to use the Netherworld Fire Pistols in those bamboo tubes directly.
Buzz buzz buzz!
At this moment, the Poison Bees came whistling again.
It was Lv San, aided by his hawk, sensing Li Yan was in danger and came to assist.
The white-robed men found themselves surrounded by the Poison Bees, screaming in pain, tearing off their clothes and frantically swatting around, unable to continue their attack.
The monk frowned, again reaching for the Hand Drum, intending to drive away the Poison Bees with the drum’s sound.
Li Yan would not let him succeed, thrusting forward with his blade.
At this moment, the Armored Horse had already lapsed, so his speed was not much different from usual, unable to bother with using it again.
But who would have guessed, the monk was already prepared, giving a sinister smile, his right hand not holding the Hand Drum, but delving into a pouch at his waist and grabbing a handful of red clay.
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