Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 266 - 233 Feng Juan Can Yun, Azure Sea Raising Waves

Chapter 266: Chapter 233 Feng Juan Can Yun, Azure Sea Raising Waves

Lin Huaiyu’s heart jolted, but she quickly calmed down.

Without thinking, her long blade whirled around her body at the first opportunity, unleashing a "Cang Sea: Raising Waves" that swept in all directions.

As the thunderous roar of the blade resounded,

she distinctly heard another blade’s roar emerging about a zhang away in front of her.

Blade Qi that was as gentle as spring water rippled, touching her own blade Qi without any barrier and merging into it.

The two streams of Canghai Blade Qi wrapped around each other, spinning and stirring up a sea of True Qi within the entire room, forming a vast whirlpool.

The moment she heard the roaring wind and the piercing screech in her ears and saw a flash of dawn in her eyes, Lin Huaiyu knew this was one of the three waves of enemies they had anticipated, from the Floating Cloud Lineage of the Cloud Water Sect.

The sharp and piercing sound was from "Feng Juan Can Yun," a killing move of the Floating Cloud Sword.

The bright and radiant light was from "Rays of Dawn’s First Appearance," similarly a powerful technique from the Floating Cloud Sword.

The attacker didn’t even need to be guessed; it was certainly Fang Yu, the True Successor who had been slapped by the Elders Su Lianxue and Gu Qingqiu.

His nature was already sinister and ruthless, unrestrained in his methods, and he was accustomed to arrogant condescendence.

Having been so humiliated, he must have been unable to bear it.

He dared not retaliate against Elders Su Lianxue and Gu Qingqiu, but attacking the two of us, he dared.

Moreover, he wasn’t wrong in choosing his targets, as the cause of the affair started with the matter of marriage and taking concubines.

In Fang Yu’s view, it was because of Lin Huaiyu’s affair that led to his own loss.

There’s a master for every grievance and a debtor for every debt.

He probably couldn’t sleep without releasing this breath of malice from his heart.

That’s why his first move was a killing technique.

Kill the person, and push the responsibility six feet under posthumously; if someone came knocking later on, he could simply deny all charges.

"Feng Juan Can Yun," on the surface, operates the sword like wind, splitting the wind like a blade.

In secret, the shredded "Remnant Cloud Extinction Sword" is the true killer within it.

An ambush from the shadows, a silent assassination.

The specks of sword light, hidden within the wind, had already pierced through the roof and aimed straight for the vital points around their bodies.

The Qi of the Floating Cloud Sword had one characteristic; it was particularly elusive and secret, seen in the east but suddenly in the north, quick and agile, killing silently like mowing down grass.

Fang Yu, covered with a black cloth and dressed in black, once he gained the initiative, exerted his Sword Gang Qi to the extreme, his eyes flashing as he watched the two inside the room close their eyes in response, a trace of pleasure rising in his heart.

’Wretches, adulterer and adulteress, all should die...’

He roared inwardly, speeding up his movements even more.

His Sword Gang Qi condensed as sharp as needles, just about to strike Zhou Ping’an’s back brain when suddenly, he felt his movement technique, light as floating clouds, become extremely heavy.

The sword he held dipped from the tip as if it weighed ten thousand catties, becoming too much to hold steady.

An endless suction came from the blue waves stirred up around the two people in the room.

Like a gigantic monster’s wide-open bloody maw.

This sword, along with the performance of "Rays of Dawn’s First Appearance" and "Feng Juan Can Yun," seemed to be swallowed by a pitch-black whirlpool, unable to cause the slightest disturbance.

’Not good.’

Fang Yu’s heart sank abruptly.

He had never imagined.

His attack, based on the Eighth Refinement Sword Mastery, would actually be entangled and dissipated by the blade Qi whirlpool created jointly by the two opponents.

That would have been fine, but the Blade Qi was like a nine-turn corridor, unable to charge in or retreat, trapping him within.

He watched as the blue waves turned into a huge wave containing tremendous and sharp Qi, ready to hit him back over his head.

He let out a sharp cry.

No longer caring about the assassination,

He had to retreat the sword to his body and merge into one, using the "Cloud-Piercer, Sky Tearer"...

His entire Sword Gang Qi suddenly burst forth, condensing into a grandiose Sword Qi that shot back forcefully.

Came quickly, left even quicker.

From roof-penetrating assassination to recognizing the bad situation, he immediately retreated.

Although Fang Yu’s character was despicable, his strength was truly worthy of one of the top ranking True Disciples in the Cloud Water Sect.

Broken tiles and beams in midair were slashed and shaken into dust by his peerless Sword Qi, about to soar into the sky.

He then heard a light shout: "Roaring Waves to the Sky."

Boom...

The guesthouse’s third floor northwest corner room exploded in midst of the thunderous wave.

Countless azure blade lights bloomed in all directions at once, and wave upon wave of Blade Qi slashed toward midair.

A pale cyan and a silver white, two long blades rose and fell...

Ninth level Layered Waves, then Ninth Level Wave Stacking again.

The blade light, like a towering wave of blue and white, accompanied the figures rising into midair and with a whoosh, had already struck Fang Yu’s protective Sword Gang Qi.

"Body like floating clouds, intent like flowing water, break for me."

Fang Yu was desperate.

He felt the rising momentum beneath him as if a volcanic eruption was surging towards the sky.

He clenched his teeth, struggling to defend.

At the same time, he leveraged to deflect and tried to escape outwards.

He had just blocked two waves of Blade Qi and hadn’t had the chance to breathe out when from the corner of his eye, he saw a sky-colored blade light suddenly leaping up...

Like a fish jumping out of a massive wave, its speed multiplied several times, its force also increasing severalfold, silently striking in front of him.

"How is this possible?"

Fang Yu hadn’t understood yet.

How could his opponents, with their True Qi Realm cultivation, wield their blades so quickly and so rapidly?

The cold iron forged Thousand Refinements Long Sword in his hand vibrated violently.

The blade had been cut in half.

The peerless Gang Qi attached to the sword was also scattered by this extremely fierce blade light, bursting apart like shattered stars.

And the blade light, only slightly slowed, still enveloped the fury of wind and thunder, slashing swiftly towards him.

"Not good!"

Fang Yu felt his soul nearly flee his body, flipping backwards, narrowly avoiding the blade light with the agility of a sparrow piercing through the clouds, and escaping from the surge of the Blade Qi.

Before he even touched the ground, while still in mid-air, Fang Yu suddenly let out an earth-shattering scream.

As his body, lithe as a dragon, leapt up.

A piece of torn fabric, along with some bloody, indistinct matter, fell from between his legs, landing on the square in front of the inn with a smack.

A tremendous tearing sensation came from his thigh and groin.

Fang Yu’s entire body writhed in excruciating pain.

Behind him, sword waves transformed into a blazing sun, thunderously slashing towards him once more through the air...

He dared not delay, his face twisted in agony, he barely touched the ground and forced his Gang Qi to surge, hurling himself into the night.

Zhou Ping’an slashed through the air, but he wasn’t disappointed. He merely sneered and, with a light tap of the toe on top of the horse shed, his figure turned into a faint shadow, pulling a string of phantoms behind him, closely pursuing Fang Yu.

Although the speed was a bit slower.

But having just sliced off a piece of flesh from the opponent’s groin, he didn’t believe the man could run for long.

Since sharply sensing that danger was getting closer and closer.

Although he hadn’t seen the enemy.

That elusive, intangible malice almost allowed Zhou Ping’an to lock onto the identity of his foe.

He knew better than anyone where the advantage lay with his and Lin Huaiyu’s sword technique.

He also understood that due to their relatively brief period of cultivation, their realm wasn’t deeply profound, and where their weaknesses lay.

In a head-on fight, not to mention Lin Huaiyu.

Based on Zhou Ping’an’s own self-awareness.

He believed that even if an assailant of the True Disciple level were to attack, they would not be able to overcome him.

Whether it was in terms of attack power, defense, or even endurance, there wasn’t much of a difference...

But the only uncertainty was that the effect of stepping techniques and movement under the influence of different energies could vary greatly.

His sword technique might be more exquisite than his opponent’s.

And his defense was countless times stronger.

But the "driving force" within his body was, after all, only True Qi.

Even if True Qi was of high quality, it was still True Qi.

It couldn’t compare to the True Disciple level’s condensed True Qi that transformed into the higher quality Gang Qi.

Therefore, in a contest of speed with movement technique, he was certainly at a disadvantage...

Even if he had cultivated the Ghostly Shadows Step to the Ninth Level Ascension Realm, it was the same.

At most, it brought him a bit closer to the speed of a martial artist at the Gang Qi Realm, but momentarily, he was still not on par.

This situation presented a dilemma.

That is, the initiative was in someone else’s hands.

As long as the opponent didn’t choose to fight to the death.

They could fight and then run, engage if they could win, and escape if they couldn’t.

What could he do to hold onto his opponent?

If he couldn’t keep the opponent at bay, and was targeted for assassination like this, how could he release the anger in his heart?

Thus, the scene in the room ensued.

Based on the Ninth Turning of Wave Subduing Blade Gentle Strength, both wielded the Canghai Sword Technique: Azure Sea Raising Waves.

First lock down, then break the enemy.

The sword strikes without return.

Without drawing blood, it shall not return to its sheath.

If Fang Yu hadn’t been so cunning, sensing the unfavorable situation and retreating so quickly.

By now, it would have been more than just leaving behind a few items.

Glancing at the items that had fallen to the ground.

Zhou Ping’an and Lin Huaiyu both spat disdainfully.

Zhou Ping’an even flung his Cang Yue’s precious blade.

Shaking off the flecks of blood that had stained it...

He found it filthy.

Next time, he’d find a different place to strike.

Fang Yu, ahead of them, was fleeing in a zigzag pattern, howling in pain as he ran.

The pain was so intense, he almost wished to faint.

But he couldn’t afford to faint.

With the two of them tightly trailing him, one after the other, he knew that if his Sword Gang Qi circulation slowed down even slightly, he would be slain on the spot.

In this pitch-dark place, with nobody around.

If he were to be killed, the news wouldn’t get out.

It would be dying in vain.

"Is this the Flowing Cloud Steps?"

Observing the black-clad figure ahead, although he wasn’t running in a straight line and his leaping form was contorted, the man’s speed was still incredibly fast, drawing an exceedingly beautiful curve.

"It should be. Seeing the cloud light surging around him, he must have reached the Eighth level Flowing Light Realm. If he wasn’t injured, we wouldn’t be able to catch up," Lin Huaiyu chased urgently, clenching her teeth in secret frustration.

She was somewhat resentful.

Of course, she too knew exactly who that desperately fleeing attacker was.

Thinking back to how she had been forced to flee to Qingyang City, and the lengths she went to for gathering herbs and Alchemy, it made her teeth itch with hatred.

Her silver long sword in hand, trailing beside her as she plunged forward, her killing intent was even three parts stronger than Zhou Ping’an’s.

The figure in black was slowing down more and more, showing signs of staggering.

He plunged headlong into the forest.

The two pursuers behind him took a deep breath, accelerated their steps, ready to unleash their sword technique and fiercely slash at the back of their opponent.

Suddenly.

Zhou Ping’an abruptly halted his motion, transitioning from rushing forward to retreating rapidly.

He didn’t forget to grab Lin Huaiyu’s wrist and pull her along, retreating over ten yards with her.

He landed and said in a deep voice, "Do not pursue the desperate!"

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