Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 479 - 425 Use Its Strengths, Hide Its Weaknesses + - 426 Eastern Evil Azure Dragon_3

Chapter 479: Chapter 425 Use Its Strengths, Hide Its Weaknesses + Chapter 426 Eastern Evil Azure Dragon_3

Bright moonlight scattered across the land, making even the dark clouds in the sky seem to lose their function as a cover.

All around was peaceful and tranquil; there was not a hint of murderous intent.

Zhou Ping’an looked far ahead; he could see clearly for miles and spotted no ambush, yet he knew that danger had already arrived at this moment.

A massive sense of crisis hit him with the cool night breeze, sending chills down his spine and causing the hairs on his body to stand on end silently.

"[The moon is in the water, the clouds are in the sky.]"

On a plain, several people landed silently and sprinted forward as if flying.

The air was filled with wisps of mist, slowly forming and lingering without dispersing.

Zhou Ping’an glanced at the slightly fluctuating moonlight above him, influenced by the mist, and silently made a judgement in his heart.

He was under a gag order, so it was not appropriate for him to speak out loud, but he quietly gave Fang Sheng a hand signal that she could understand, telling her to be careful and not to let down her guard.

And stealthily, he moved sideways, getting closer to run shoulder to shoulder with Fang Sheng.

"No wonder even Yan Bing, whose personality is so dominant, had to choose to evade and didn’t want to confront it head-on; she had suffered a setback before.

The person who came wasn’t to speak of other skills; the skill of ’Breath Concealment and Form Hiding’ alone was very formidable. With my clear and transparent spiritual perception, I was also unable to detect any trace of him."

If it were not for the unreasonable crisis perception and being very familiar with the Cultivation Technique of Cloud Water Heavenly Sect, even he would be kept in the dark at this moment, unaware that someone was already closely following them.

Fang Sheng kept the same expression but gathered her energy and heightened her alertness twelvefold.

The two people closed together, running side by side, a sword and a knife guarding each side.

Ahead, the Old White Tiger moved nimbly like melding with the wind, its movements so fluid that it bore no sign of ferocity, as if it were a spirit under the night.

Without seeing it with one’s own eyes, one would never believe that the movement technique of this Tiger Demon could be so exquisite.

He led the way, running at the forefront, choosing the direction and path, sweeping across slopes, stepping over streams, moving like a flash of light spilling over the ground, not seeming to run but to float, his posture extremely graceful.

Completely different from the Tiger Demon, Yan Bing’s pace, though very fast, was that of a classic arm-pumping run. Her movements were perfectly standard, her elbows not jutting forward, her hands not trailing behind, muscles vibrating against her strange armor, rhythmically, strength and beauty unified harmoniously.

And Yin Jiu still had no presence to speak of.

Without knowing when, he had already secretly slipped into the long shadow dragged out by Yan Bing, as if he didn’t exist.

Crossing over a small hill, ahead lay another flat area, the green grass gently swaying with the night wind.

Occasional low trees lined the road, with sparse branches and leaves.

To the left, the bright lake mirrored the sky.

Under the moonlight, one could see tens of miles ahead.

Their vision was unobstructed, and everyone felt a sense of relief.

Even though they were on the run, seeing beautiful scenery, their moods couldn’t help but improve.

Even their breathing became more even and gentle, no longer as tense as before.

Faintly, a song was heard from the horizon.

"...Some relieve the thorns in their hearts, and thus tell the secrets of heaven to you.

Life to be passed on, essence to be understood, transcending the saintly realm is for you to achieve..."

The voice was clear and empty, carrying a profound and mysterious quality. It was faintly audible at first, but after just two lines, it sounded like a loud bell, reverberating in all directions, causing the ground to tremble...

Far away, a young man in a white Taoist robe, his hair tied in a Taoist bun, with a sword hilt protruding from his shoulder, slowly approached under the bright moonlight.

He didn’t seem to be walking very fast.

But he was approaching rapidly; before his voice faded, he had already come within a hundred yards of the front.

"Li Nantian..."

Bai Yuanhua gritted his teeth, his eyes turning red at just the sight of that figure.

Yan Bing coldly said, "This man blocks our path, we cannot hide, while he’s alone, we attack strongly..."

Before she could finish her words,

Bai Yuanhua had already let out a long howl.

A tiger’s roar filled the forest.

Buzz...

Zhou Ping’an felt it too; sound waves surrounded them, the air compressed in layers, his eardrums sinking inward as if they weren’t blocked, plunging straight into the deep sea.

In that instant, he could only slightly circulate his Qi-Blood to protect his eardrums, yet he still found the sound extremely unpleasant.

His eyes saw that the ferocious tiger had already displayed its knife technique; between heaven and earth, a sweeping black wind roared.

"Little traveled is the path of Sanqing Road; even beasts dare to compete for dominance?"

Li Nantian, singing halfway, cursed with a laugh.

With his long sword drawn forward, he traced out a flare of the Flaming Sun.

Under the moonlight, it was like the rising sun at dawn, with purple qi rising, the brightness inherent in the light not too dazzling but warm to one’s heart.

However, Zhou Ping’an and Fang Sheng simultaneously flickered in opposite directions, leaving their original positions.

The purple-white Sword Gang Qi dragged out a hundred-yard long qi glow, seemingly splitting heaven and earth, condensing into a sword shape in the void.

It thunderously fell.

Within a single move,

Just one move,

The sword light, akin to the rising morning sun, had already cut through the dark tornado, cutting the Hutou golden knife and heavily striking Bai Yuanhua’s chest.

Blood sprayed like a waterfall; the Old White Tiger merged into the wind, shooting back.

Still in mid-air, it transformed into a giant white-haired old tiger.

Visible on its chest was a huge wound, nearly gutting it.

The sword light paused and surged, tracing an arc, and then it fell again.

This time, Yan Bing had already stepped forward, stepping into mid-air, as if there were invisible stairs in the sky, shooting toward the White-robed Taoist like an arrow.