Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 380 - 340: Hundred Paces Sword Control, A Fine Line Between Life and Death

Chapter 380: Chapter 340: Hundred Paces Sword Control, A Fine Line Between Life and Death

Young Master Xiao of the Manor was surrounded by the illusion of a wandering dragon, his fist emanating a jade color, his figure infinitely elongated in sight—ten zhang, a hundred zhang, a thousand zhang—transforming into an eternal divine peak, stirring the soul.

The monkey swung his staff swiftly, striking the massive towering mountain, crashing down as quickly as it had risen.

The staff bounced high, his arms cracking loudly, even his bones seemed to have fractured.

"Focus your mind, strike at the lower stance," Zhou Ping’an instructed.

Seeing this scene, Fang Sheng’s eyes widened in shock.

The monkey was ferocious, attacking with extreme violence, blocking his own teammates’ lines of attack.

But his mental strength was clearly not that strong, influenced by the second realm of martial intent and the spirit infusion state, he truly believed he was fighting a mountain...

Emotions stirred, strength misapplied, as a result, he was punched and sent sprawling backwards, emitting a sound of bursting muscles and bones, clearly injured.

Not just the monkey.

There was also Chen Guang.

Heeding the shout, he swiftly dropped down, slicing close to the ground.

This man’s sword radiance was both fierce and poisonous, leaving infinite ghostly wails in its path, corroding the ground with dark, filthy streaks.

Zhou Ping’an merely glanced over and felt a disgusting, fishy odor invading his soul.

It was nauseating to the point of wanting to vomit.

"Infinite Three Blades."

Mountain-River Dominating Young Master Xiao, with his extensive knowledge.

Did not even give a direct look at the sword light targeting his knees and ankles, but simply flipped his left palm, pressing it down.

Boom...

It was like witnessing a rolling torrent before his eyes.

Chen Guang’s dark sword light had barely struck when it was touched by the palm wind, spinning his entire body sideways with tremendous speed.

Completely unable to stabilize, as if being swept away by the turbulent Yellow River, losing all sense of direction.

Zhou Ping’an even saw him spitting blood frantically, his eyes rolling back.

With that palm strike, the Shanhe Fist Intent invaded his soul, plunging him into an illusion, solidly getting hit hard by a palm.

It definitely must have been very painful.

Zhou Ping’an finally understood.

So, without a cultivated Soul Solidifying State body, the body refining warriors without Heart Refinement faced such consequences against martial intent.

Affected mentally, attacked by fist intent on the soul, what was seen was illusion yet real.

Both spirit and body were under double attack, naturally facing setbacks everywhere.

Even the ferocity of the monkey-shaped freak Yuan Ping and the malevolent swordsmanship of Chen Guang under the double realm of Shanhe Fist Intent, they too lost control of their movements, fighting with unprecedented difficulty.

It was different for Fang Sheng.

She wasn’t greatly affected.

Contained within her sword light were the illusions of divine mountains and islands, along with the lively movements of leaping fish.

She firmly blocked Young Master Xiao’s Shanhe Fist Intent, forcing him back and preventing any immediate pursuit.

She appeared relatively at ease.

Yet internally, she was extremely anxious.

She thought this time they might truly face defeat.

Before her, the first to arrive was the calm and stable "Zhou Chu", a man of few words and sincere nature, with a robust body and fierce swordsmanship.

Appearing unremarkable, yet extremely fast in movement, he injured Young Master Xiao with a single strike.

But it did not fully succeed.

This was within Fang Sheng’s expectations.

If Xiao Ning were that easy to kill, the challenge wouldn’t be about raising the difficulty.

As expected, "Zhou Chu" was swept aside by the meaning of the long river.

Immediately afterward, both the monkey and Chen Guang were knocked out by a punch and a palm, dizzy and disoriented, struggling to even locate the enemy.

The situation took a drastic downturn.

’Should I use my ultimate move, a desperate strike?’

Fang Sheng knew that if they allowed Young Master Xiao to compose himself, it was likely they would be defeated even without Lady Feng Si’s intervention—their team would be nearly wiped out.

This attempt to pass would be hopeless.

But if she fully executed her ultimate skill, there would be a period of weakness afterward, effectively forfeiting the trial.

Caught in a moment of indecision.

Fang Sheng decided that it was unfeasible, focusing only on the immediate situation.

In that moment, she slightly lifted her long sword, her delicate body faintly emitting a white light, and suddenly, an unmatched sharp aura appeared above the sword tip; even before the thrust, the tearing essence impressed upon everyone’s hearts.

The foremost affected, Young Master Xiao, his fist intent slightly hesitated. He roared loudly, arms crossing in defense, standing as if facing a great enemy.

Just then, Zhou Ping’an, drifting with the long river fist intent, took a step forward, instantly appearing behind Xiao Ning from ten zhang away.

Faster than his movements was his long knife, turning into a blazing ray of light.

The knife light, like a thread, condensed to the extreme.

And fast to the extreme.

Blurring in the air, the blade itself unseen.

It struck towards Xiao Ning’s nape.

"Not good."

Xiao Ning, having focused all his attention on Fang Sheng, felt a sharp wind on his neck.

He barely managed to raise his arm to block his rear head, but both his arm and head were simultaneously lifted.

Nine consecutive layers of knife light swept by, shearing through a spurt of blood, creating a vacuum in front of him.

Zhou Ping’an’s strike was successful, his figure continuing to fall sideways. He exerted strength on his feet, turning into an afterimage, diving as if into water, leaving the spot.

Behind him, a streak of cold light flashed by, and thunderous roars filled his ears.

"Hundred Paces Sword Control, unite, act together," Fang Sheng instructed.

Before her technique "Sun and Moon Convergence" could be executed, Fang Sheng saw Zhou Ping’an, against all odds, sever Xiao Ning’s neck with one strike.

Though he had taken advantage of the distraction she provided, his resistance to martial intent and his still formidable attacking power filled her heart with wild joy.

As joy began to rise within him, he suddenly saw the sword light piercing out from the depths of the back courtyard, silent and stealthy.

The sword light arrived first, followed by the thundering sound in his ears.

In the last illusory realm, he had died under the control of the Hundred Paces Sword Control, yet she had had time to react.

Instantly, her long sword drew a grand rainbow in the air, bursting with sword intent, retreating while desperately blocking that sharp-to-the-extreme sword light, sweat streaming down her forehead like a waterfall.

Zhou Ping’an "A Stone’s Throw, Worlds Away" dodged in one step, the coldness at his back subsiding as he anticipated and evaded the sword control technique’s assassination, yet he had never considered continually dodging.

He had seen it before.

Lady Feng Jiu hadn’t even appeared, her sword control turned into light, forming a net, piercing back and forth, sealing inward, and although Fang Sheng’s swordsmanship was strong, he couldn’t withstand many moves.

Once Fang Sheng lost and perished, by himself, he would likely suffer the same fate.

The key issue was that this sword control technique was too fast and too agile.

The sword light moved extremely flexibly, shaking its head and tail, capable of attacking from any angle, and it was not easy to block.

And this sword light was extremely powerful as well... rocks and walls would turn to dust upon touch.

His body, though strong, might also be pierced, creating a bloodied hole.

In light of this,

he no longer retreated after evading one step but turned around and threw himself back into the fray.

The blade light spread out into vast emerald waves.

Ninth Turning of Wave Subduing, supremely soft yet supremely rigid.

Forming a blade wall in front of him.

Continual puffs of impact,

Zhou Ping’an felt that his blade edge had notched countless times.

A strand of sword qi whizzed past one side of his blade, and with a whooshing sound, it drilled a deep hole in his shoulder.

Blood flowed, yet Zhou Ping’an was entirely oblivious, his movements unaltered.

To him, this minor wound was completely inconsequential.

However, Lady Feng Jiu hidden inside the house seemed to be growing anxious, a cold shout faintly spreading, and the speed of her sword increased even more...

Zhou Ping’an’s flawless circle of blade light was gradually starting to falter, forced to keep the blade light defensive, closer and closer, barely able to shield himself and Fang Sheng behind him.

Fortunately, there was also a sword rainbow nearby, patching up gaps and occasionally thrusting to block the rapidly stabbing sword light; Fang Sheng kept issuing swords, shouting, "Get closer, form the Four Phases Formation, advance slowly."

"I’ll kill her."

The monkey-like figure, Yuan Ping, was increasingly fierce and irritable at this moment, picking up the golden staff, and with two jumps, whipping up a ferocious wind, he charged madly toward the source of the sword light.

Havin just been invaded by the Shanhe Fist Intent in his soul and tricked, he had gained nothing but a dirty face.

Filled with rage, with no place to vent, he couldn’t care less about Fang Sheng’s commands at this point.

What a joke.

With two people restraining the sword light, now was the perfect time to attack; why bother joining forces with four to defend?

Seeing Yuan Ping’s actions, Chen Guang’s eyes lit up too. Without a sound, he crouched low and sprinted, his long dark blade trailing behind, ready to enter through the window.

He had failed to seize the credit for defeating Young Manor Master Xiao.

This time, that blood from Lady Feng Jiu was a certainty.

"Come back!"

Fang Sheng had reached the limit of his patience.

Zhou Ping’an had no longer any intention of shouting commands.

On one hand, he was fully focused on defending against the vague sword light.

On the other hand, he felt his blade light becoming denser. The Ninth Turning of Wave Subduing seemed to have evolved another turn on its original basis, and suddenly, a hint of enlightenment rose in his mind.

It seemed that he no longer held a blade, but a drop of water, an entire sea.

The blade light fused into one, gradually transforming into a tranquil azure lake.

There was no need for deliberate swings anymore; his surroundings were tightly protected.

An even more profound heavy intent emerged, and the strength of his blade grew stronger.

The swiftly stabbing sword light, in his eyes, was no longer completely unpredictable, but split into levels, with a fixed rhythm and techniques.

"I have realized it."

Zhou Ping’an laughed heartily, his blade light becoming lighter and more robust.

Even if this journey proved futile, just being able to realize the Sword Intent Seed in the Seventh Level Mortal Refinement Circulation Realm...

As long as he achieved Powerful Qi Mastery, he could directly break through the barrier of True Intent of Martial Path and directly enter the Ninth Level.

This would save him so many years of hard work.

Of course, this wasn’t a true sudden enlightenment.

Out of ten parts of his effort, eight or nine parts were due to the fact that he had previously boldly slain Young Master Xiao, receiving the gift of the Shanhe Fist Intent Seed.

The magic of this Trial Illusion Realm lay right here.

As long as one defeated an enemy, one could reap the inheritance.

The exact mechanism wasn’t clear.

Nor what kind of extravagant character had crafted this trial and with what purpose.

But nevertheless,

Even if he didn’t pass this time, what he had gained was enough to be satisfying.

Just as Zhou Ping’an’s sword technique made a huge leap forward, realizing the true intent seed,

The ubiquitous sword light in front of him, like a storm, suddenly withdrew...

The sword light that had swayed and thrust in midair streaked a long rainbow, swishing back at speed.

It plunged into the back of Chen Guang’s head.

Blood mist burst open before it could even fall.

The tail of the long rainbow sword swung back, slashing downward in a reverse motion.

With a scream like thunder, it swept through the air again, slashing across the back of Yuan Ping’s neck.

A monkey head soared into the air, still bearing the vivid color of blood and excitement in its eyes.

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