Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 292 - 259: Unparalleled Killing Technique, Moving Freely

Chapter 292: Chapter 259: Unparalleled Killing Technique, Moving Freely

"This path is blocked."

Fairy Huaiyu issued a clear reprimand.

She had been waiting a long time.

As a shadow flashed before her eyes, she raised her sword level with her brows.

Her figure sidestepped, her arms suddenly became insubstantial.

It seemed as if she slashed once, yet it was as if she had unleashed a hundred, a thousand slashes.

Layer upon layer of Sword Qi converged into a vast ocean...

Just her alone with a sword, sealing the entire southern escape route.

[Azure Sea Raising Waves]

Even Zhou Ping’an couldn’t help but inwardly praise as he saw Fairy Huaiyu’s Sword Qi manifest.

He thought that even if he were to use the Canghai Sword Technique himself, he might not perform it any better than her.

When she made her move, although the reach of the True Qi was limited and the quality of the Sword Qi was not overwhelmingly fierce,

the unity of hardness and softness, reality and illusion combined flawlessly in that strike. At first glance, it seemed like a simple cut, but a closer look revealed an ever-changing and versatile blade momentum.

The ultimate complexity and ultimate simplicity were no longer distinct.

The sword moves, Sword Qi, and blade momentum reached their peak in an instant, falling squarely on the head of Li Yuankang as he rushed forward.

Insiders see the subtleties.

Outsiders enjoy the spectacle...

Zhou Ping’an felt a deep admiration as he watched.

The others could only see an expanse of azure waves swirling before their eyes, unable to discern where there was a person or a sword.

They could only see a shadow, like an arrow, plunging into the blue luminescence.

Even the manner of their strike and defense could not be discerned.

They could only see the shadow lunging forward, the shadow withdrawing.

The rapid sounds as if a heavy rain was pummeling lotus leaves vibrated the eardrums...

Li Yuankang was once again sent flying backward, changing his direction.

Under the glow of the blazing torches.

His arms fluttered like myriad falling petals, at times clenching into hammer fists, at times splaying into knife-like fingers, at times twisting his wrists into rings, forming various wondrous Hand Imprints.

Ding Ding Ding Ding...

In an instant, dozens of Fist Imprints struck Fairy Huaiyu’s [Azure Sea Raising Waves] Sword Light, chipping away and dissipating its force.

He miraculously caught the Canghai Sword barehanded.

"How is this possible?"

Fairy Huaiyu also felt a tingling sense of numbness.

She discovered something extremely peculiar.

The moment she began her sword strikes, sealing off all directions with overlapping Sword Qi, she had struck her opponent with three slashes...

One cut across Li Yuankang’s wrist, one scored his chest, and another just grazed the side of his throat.

This triple slash only gave her an advantage at the beginning.

It just broke the skin, and then nothing followed through.

Thereafter, that bold and forceful tide of Sword Qi could no longer penetrate.

She found that after Li Yuankang took three slashes, he formed Dharma Seals with his hands and began to employ a technique that utilized both hardness and softness, reality and illusion, and furthermore, he preempted her by striking at the exact moment before her power could fully manifest.

While retreating, he completely neutralized all her striking forces.

If she wasn’t mistaken,

he was learning during the fight, quickly grasping her signature sword strokes and the subtleties of Jin Operation in the blink of an eye, not mastering them completely, but learning about eighty to ninety percent.

Thus, the subsequent onslaught of the Sword Qi tide, determinedly pushing forward, failed to wound the opponent with a single slash, only managing to slightly harm the skin due to catching her sword with bare flesh.

"Fairy Huaiyu is indeed extraordinary. I have learned much from such swordplay," Li Yuankang bellowed.

His figure suddenly accelerated.

Using the force from Fairy Huaiyu’s sword strike, he created a booming sound as the air behind him exploded, a trace of mist circling his body, and he had already switched positions, moving from south to north, to Green Lady’s defensive position.

His advance and retreat were so swift that it left onlookers unable to keep up with their eyes.

Like light reflecting off a mirror, changing direction unexpectedly at the moment of diversion.

This time, Li Yuankang flashed in front of Green Lady. Not waiting for her to attack or intercept, while still in midair, he already had his palm posed as a sword, striking down fiercely.

The flickering flames cast a shadow over his descending blade, turning the entire northern void dim and lightless.

Nothing could be seen or heard.

It was as if the area illuminated by the flames was being devoured by boundless darkness.

"I can’t stop it."

Green Lady’s face turned slightly pale as she almost cursed in anger.

The change came too fast.

The Devil Head Li Yuankang, injured by a punch from Zhou Ping’an, had retreated more than twenty yards.

Apparently not a match, he turned and fled, but after being struck by three slashes from Fairy Huaiyu, he somehow became even more formidable, his battle strength increasing exponentially; such words couldn’t even begin to describe the strangeness of his moves.

With this palm-as-sword strike,

layer upon layer, tens and hundreds of slashes, an array of hardness and softness, reality and illusion born from change, left her not knowing how to block or how to break the move and stop him.

’Is this Fairy Huaiyu’s killing method, now learned by him?’

Green Lady immediately recognized the oddity of it.

The opponent’s speed of learning was unreasonably fast, which was one thing,

but she was absolutely unwilling to believe that she was that much inferior to Fairy Huaiyu, unable to block even a single sword technique from her - that would be too embarrassing.

’I don’t believe it.’

With a cold snort, Green Lady’s eyes, which had always been gentle and charming like tender water, suddenly became incredibly indifferent, her hair fluttering, her figure shooting backward and abruptly halting midair.

At the same time, countless arms’ phantoms sprouted at her sides, her eyes nearly closed, her lips tightly sealed, her bearing dignified.

At that moment, there was no more enemy in her eyes, nor even herself.

It was unknown how many pairs of hands that could shame frost and snow gently strummed the zither strings, or how many arms unleashed layers of sword shadows.

Whether plucking, stabbing, slicing, or cutting...

Hum...

The zither sounds had reached this point by now.

Perhaps they were too hurried.

Countless sound waves combined into an indescribable, peculiar hum.

In front of everyone present, the sight before them blurred, and they seemed to see a warm sun slowly rising within that patch of darkness.

But that wasn’t the sun.

It was the figure of a compassionate bodhisattva with sorrowful eyes, who appeared to see through everything.

People couldn’t help but feel weak at the knees, wanting to prostrate themselves on the ground.

"What a big shot."

Zhou Ping’an’s eyes also widened slightly.

He thought that whether it was Lin Huaiyu or the Green Lady,

when pushed to the brink, they both burst out with dazzling brilliance.

He wasn’t just a bystander watching the show.

In fact, the True Qi and Blood Essence carried with his fist when he had struck Li Yuankang had long since branded onto the latter’s body.

With the Qi mechanism as a guide, he could launch a formidable attack at any moment.

He just wanted to see how the son of the former County Magistrate had endured the several minutes of heaven’s love,

and what kind of formidable skills he had learned?

He was able to catch up with his own progress in Demonic Cultivation without the dissipation of the Mind Wish Power Silk Threads, without the aid of a large number of people, and without Precious Medicine.

This was illogical.

Wherever there is illogic, there’s always a huge reason behind it.

He was curious as to what that reason was.

How could it turn decay into wonder, making this disabled person who had both his left forearm and right lower leg severed become so powerful?

And furthermore, regenerate his limbs.

Obviously, there was a profound secret within.

"Oblivion Melody, Thousand-Handed Guanyin Technique... Bitch, I’ll spare your life for the time being."

With one move from Li Yuankang, he felt as if the sea was vast and the sky limitless.

While ruthlessly suppressing the Green Lady, he intended to kill her effortlessly.

But he felt dizzy and somewhat hesitant in his movements.

Facing the Green Lady, listening to the strange sounds, he somehow found it hard to lay his hands on her.

He only felt that all his actions were a desecration.

I am guilty...

This thought had just surfaced in his mind.

Li Yuankang suddenly realized something wasn’t right and couldn’t help cursing aloud; he no longer thought of killing the Green Lady.

His Dharma Seals changed again, his footsteps shifted slightly.

He had already broken through the Zither Sound Sword Light, moved past, and rushed toward a quiet courtyard to the north of the city.

Because he worried that if he were delayed even a bit longer, he might truly not be able to escape.

A tremendously strong Heart Thought firmly locked onto his body, no matter how he tried to batter or dodge, quick as lightning he couldn’t escape the pull of Qi mechanism.

It sounds complicated.

But the sensation was very simple.

Li Yuankang felt a sharp, massive Qi mechanism locking onto his neck,

whether it was when he was assaulting Lin Huaiyu’s defenses or taking the opportunity to attack the Green Lady.

He had a feeling.

That no matter what he did or how he dodged, he couldn’t escape the overhead slash.

It was an acute sense of life-threatening danger.

’Has he really become so strong? With my wondrous skills, I may still not be able to save my life?’

Li Yuankang’s heart was filled with vexation, hatred, and a deep-seated bitterness.

A unique emotion of "if Yú didn’t exist, why then is Liáng here?" fervently rose from deep within him.

Everything was ruined by him.

He moved twenty paces in a stride, the air booming with his passage, roaring, he arrived in front of the refined house.

As he looked at the house, he saw a pale-faced woman standing there with difficulty, holding the hand of a seven- or eight-year-old girl, staring blankly at him.

In their eyes was a mix of attachment, resentment, and a trace of relief.

Seeing the eyes of the little girl, filled with hidden timidity and fear, Li Yuankang’s heart grew cold, and while his heart ached, a hint of bloodlust appeared in his eyes.

He slammed down with his palm.

In the air, the atmosphere condensed into a giant wave, on the verge of completely crushing the two into dust.

’During these days, I’ve been pretending so much that I’ve gotten emotionally invested and developed inner demons. Let them all die, they all deserve to die...’

Li Yuankang slammed his palm down.

Without a second glance, he shifted his feet, ready to rush into the house.

Suddenly, he felt that his left foot, as it pushed against the ground, couldn’t muster any strength.

His right foot missed its step as he tried to borrow momentum to leap forward, but it truly found nothing but air.

His body was still stuck in place.

Only tilting slightly forward.

Time also seemed to slow to a crawl.

To his front, the woman and child, suspended as if in clear azure waves, seemed to be hanging in the air.

His palm, which was pressing down, gathering air to bring overwhelming force, also bizarrely froze midair.

At this moment, his ears caught a light popping sound.

His legs had already turned to dust.

A row of houses in front of him collapsed like a sandpile with a crash.

"This is Sword Qi."

Li Yuankang heard the delayed rumble of thunderous sword chant and used all his strength to look back.

He then saw that at some point, Zhou Ping’an had caught up behind him, his arms swollen as thick as thighs, faintly visible beneath the wide azure robe, where the arm was adorned with red lotus patterns intertwined like vibrant branches.