The Blade-Wielding Legend
Chapter 338 - 214: Fierce Fight in the Mine_2

Chapter 338: Chapter 214: Fierce Fight in the Mine_2

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The red mud looked a bit like vermillion, but it had a pungent odor.

The Tibetan monk rubbed the red mud in his palm, and red smoke immediately rose from his hand. Facing the Crossed Blade thrust by Li Yan, he neither dodged nor avoided it, suddenly clasping both hands together.

Pop!

With a crisp sound, his palms managed to clamp the Duan Chen Blade, making a metallic grinding noise.

Esoteric Sect’s Great Handprint!

Li Yan’s pupils shrank, and he exclaimed, "Magic Martial Arts!"

The so-called Magic Martial Arts referred to the combination of spells and martial arts, a path followed by many Magic Veins. Among them, the most famous was the Huaguang Sect.

The Huaguang Sect had various branches, generally venerating the "Five Spirits Emperor Huaguang," commonly known as the Spiritual Official, Marshal Ma.

They focused on martial arts, known for their fierceness and intensity. Many inheritors roamed the pugilistic world or were in the martial arts circle.

The same applied to the Esoteric Sect’s Great Handprint.

Judging by his actions, he used martial arts, combining handprints with a secret technique, allowing him to confront blades and magical artifacts barehanded. No wonder he dared to engage in close combat.

Li Yan wasn’t panicked at all. With a cold laugh, he swiftly made a mantra with his left hand, supporting the handle, and suddenly exerted force.

Crackle! The Yin Thunder exploded.

The red smoke in the Tibetan monk’s palm became unstable, and at the same time, sparks flashed in his beard, causing him to lose strength and step back.

The so-called Force Transformation was merely an advanced use of Hidden Energy. Until one achieved cohesion, exhausting breath would also weaken the power.

Clang!

Li Yan suddenly exerted force; the Duan Chen Blade ground against the monk’s palms, and red smoke and sparks splattered everywhere, extending over a foot.

With a thud, it pierced the monk’s chest, reaching a depth of an inch.

"Roar!"

In pain, the Tibetan monk roared fiercely, gathering his energy again. His muscles knotted, veins bulged, and with a strong twist—

Li Yan felt a tremendous force surging through the blade, his expression slightly changed. With a Yaozi flip, he neutralized the power while swinging the blade back.

Thud!

The monk’s left leg immediately gushed blood.

He narrowly dodged in time, or else his tendons would have been severed.

Although Li Yan was slightly inferior to the monk in both kung fu and Dao, by using the sharp Duan Chen Blade, he had the upper hand.

If his Daoist Triple Building, "North Emperor Yin Thunder Hand," were stronger, the monk would likely be headless by now.

"Courting death!"

After being hit repeatedly, the Tibetan monk was infuriated, cursing in awkward Mandarin before reaching for the prayer beads on his chest.

Evidently, this was also some kind of magical artifact.

But at this moment, a surge of mortified fear rose in his heart, and he quickly twisted sideways.

Boom!

Firelight exploded in the distance.

Amid the mountain mist, Lv San emerged, holding a smoke-emitting Bone Flower firearm.

The Tibetan monk had a Protective Magic Spell, deterring the Poison Bee from approaching, so he took the opportunity to aim with the Bone Flower firearm.

However, the monk, engrossed with Li Yan in combat, naturally didn’t notice Lv San’s sneak attack.

Bang!

The monk’s face splattered with flesh and blood.

He had narrowly avoided a fatal hit.

Li Yan and company didn’t know that the monk practiced the Vajra Mahayana Manjushri Method, which not only gave him extraordinary strength but also keen senses for danger.

Even so, half of the monk’s face was a bloody mess, his jawbone and flesh completely lifted, blood gushing out.

"Gah-gah—!"

The monk’s eyes were filled with terror, enduring excruciating pain. His red vestment robe suddenly shook, spreading red smoke.

The vestment robe fell as he stumbled backward in his escape.

This was some kind of Escape Technique, but now with his jaw shattered, he couldn’t chant spells and thus couldn’t utilize the full power.

Purely out of fear of the firearms’ attack, he cast smoke to obscure vision.

He exerted force with his feet, blood trailing along the path.

But Li Yan wouldn’t miss this opportunity. Once more exerting force with his feet, he leaped forward, rolled, and grabbed the bamboo tube on the ground, pulling the hemp rope violently.

Whoosh~

Phosphorus oil splashed out, resembling a fire dragon.

A couple of men in white robes were most unlucky. Already paralyzed from the Poison Bee stings, they awakened only to be burned by the phosphorus oil, screaming as they rolled down the slope in confusion.

Naturally, the monk was the primary target.

Drenched head-to-toe by the Netherworld Fire Pistol, he quickly became a figure of flames, howling and rolling on the ground.

This fellow was extraordinarily resilient, even when burned to the point of charcoal; his limbs continued to struggle.

After a while, he finally fell silent.

"Stay away!"

Seeing Lv San attempt to check the situation, Li Yan quickly stopped him.

He held the Duan Chen Blade horizontally, still fixated on the front, and sternly said, "This monk is strange; there’s a scent inside him."

They used the Netherworld Fire Pistol after realizing this.

The monk carried a mix of peculiar odors, including blood, butter, incense, and bronze, who knows how many spells he practiced.

But what kept Li Yan on high alert was the cold, eerie aura within him, pulsating like a heart, making people feel uncomfortable.

The Esoteric Sect’s inheritance was indeed unfamiliar. Who knew what weird techniques it had, so it was best to burn him to death with the Netherworld Fire Pistol.

Sure enough, an anomaly occurred.

With a sudden thud, the scorched body of the monk abruptly burst from the chest, and a centipede crawled out.

The centipede was chopstick-long, its shell jet-black, with dense green turquoise limbs and bloody red spots on each segment.

It was ghastly to look at.

Li Yan frowned slightly, raising the Duan Chen Blade.

The creature looked nauseating at first glance, clearly not something good.

However, before he could act, a white blur darted out—it was Lv San’s Little White Fox.

At the same time, the hawk in the sky and the demon gourd Poison Bee fiercely approached the centipede.

Li Yan was taken aback and quickly looked at Lv San.

He saw Lv San also looking helpless, shaking his head slightly, saying, "That insect seems beneficial to the Spirit Beast."

Li Yan pondered, "Does this creature disgust you?"

There was another peculiar phenomenon in the battle of Azure Dragon Mountain.

Lv San, for some reason, had an innate aversion when he saw the dinosaur egg Spiritual Treasure, while others felt nothing.

Li Yan suspected it might be related to Lv San’s talent but had no idea what it was.

Hearing this, Lv San shook his head slightly, "No feeling; this thing should be formed by a Secret Technique, completely ignoring the opponent’s movements."

As they spoke, the unfortunate centipede was quickly divided.

The Little White Fox bit half, and the hawk took the other half, leaving the Poison Bee buzzing around in vain, not daring to attack.

"Let them be quiet."

Li Yan frowned and said, then dragged the knife through the scattered corpses, heading towards the caves along the mountain path.

They initially guessed the Pai Sect discovered a gold mine and secretly mined it, but evidently, there was another secret.

These mountain paths were all recently carved, running along steep cliffs, about three feet wide, showing traces of a wheelbarrow.

Below was the dense mountain fog, only the sound of water was heard, the river unseen, extremely concealed.

Upon reaching a cave, Li Yan looked up.

Though dark and unilluminated inside, he made a Yang Jue, relying on the superpower of smell, and immediately understood clearly.

This cave was excavated over ten meters deep, supported by wooden frames, incredibly rudimentary, with a wheelbarrow overturned at the entrance, scattered ores all over inside.

Li Yan entered the cave, picked up a piece, and observed it under sunlight. It was a dark green stone, appearing nothing out of the ordinary.

By then, others also climbed the mountain with weapons.

Sha Lifei, upon seeing, was instantly shocked.

"This is a phosphate mine!"

Phosphate mine?

Li Yan froze for a moment, then understood.

It was still related to firearms!

Sha Lifei gritted his teeth, "If they’re making ’Dragon Fire’ and Netherworld Fire Pistols, they must require substantial phosphorus for refining. The Pai Sect indeed plans to rebel!"

"They might not be with Pai Sect..."

Li Yan slightly shook his head, leading the group to continue exploring.

Sure enough, they made another discovery later.

They found another mining cave, exceptionally deep. Li Yan sniffed, tentatively led them inside with a somber face.

Since it was a phosphate mine, to avoid accidents, they dared not use torches, but round beads embedded in the walls emitted a faint green light.

"Fluorite Night-Luminescent Pearl!"

Sha Lifei, seeing this, instinctively widened his eyes.

Li Yan shook his head, "That’s fluorite, it’s toxic."

"What?"

Sha Lifei was skeptical.

Nonetheless, he quickly closed his mouth.

Inside the mining cave was a prison full of corpses, each starved to a skeleton, with skin an unnatural color, surrounded by dried vomit and excrement emitting a nauseating stench.

Under the fluorite glow, it was like hell...

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