Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 631 - 511 Azure Lotus Flag + - 512 Easy as Turning One’s Hand_2

Chapter 631: Chapter 511 Azure Lotus Flag + Chapter 512 Easy as Turning One’s Hand_2

He discovered that just as he was unleashing his power, the flag behind Li Yuangang emitted a brilliant light.

Every strand of that brilliant light was extremely flexible and incredibly sturdy.

It actually locked tightly around the tip of his saber, dissipating a full eighty percent of his force.

Hence, it was merely a repulsion, not a killing blow.

"Such a treasure!"

This was the first time Zhou Ping’an had seen such an item that could autonomously protect its owner, so mighty as to be indestructible. A chill ran through him, yet he also felt a tinge of envy.

Strike while the enemy is sick, take his life while he’s weak.

Of course, he knew that no matter how magical an object was, the more powerful it was, the more it would consume Divine Will to activate.

It was just a matter of seeing how many slashes Li Yuangang could withstand.

"Disorder..."

Suddenly, a clear shout came from the sky.

Before his eyes, there appeared a turbulent, boundless river that seemed endless.

A Scholar wearing a bamboo crown, holding a scroll and lifting an ink brush, with one stroke, the landscape transformed...

Li Yuangang’s figure had already been drawn far away, a distance of dozens of li.

"Black Water!"

A shout also erupted from behind Zhou Ping’an.

Within the illusory great river, a black snake as real as a dragon surged towards the sky, its long tail fluttering and striking, literally tearing the sky apart.

That mountain, that river, were shaken by the black snake’s massive body and dissipated into thin clouds.

A point of Sword light, like a giant snake’s tongue, touched in front of the Scholar.

"Brother, charge and attack as you wish, leave this person to me."

Dharma form.

Zhou Ping’an did not bother with the match between the Scholar and the orthodox practitioner in the sky.

He had seen Bai He summon a Dharma snake head, and with one move, he had sent the Inner Residence Elder of the Cloud Water Sect, a peer from the Dharma Manifestation Realm, flying.

The Scholar he now faced, though his Spells were peculiar, would likely be no match for him.

It was the Treasure Banner that concerned him.

A golden light burst in Zhou Ping’an’s eyes, and as a thought arose, a Hong Lian bloomed within him.

He took a deep breath and slashed out with his saber.

A long fissure split the void.

In an instant, he had already slashed in front of Li Yuangang’s neck.

Boom...

Several mounds behind Li Yuangang simultaneously burst into dust.

Green light on his body flashed, and lotus petals shattered and drifted down.

His body, like a shooting star, flew backward hundreds of feet.

Flying in the cloud-filled sky, he spewed fresh blood while calling out loudly, "Master Uncle, save me."

This time, just as he steadied his form, he found that a third of his spiritual power had already been depleted, and from the depths of his Sea of Consciousness, waves of weakness washed over him.

At that moment, he could no longer afford to uphold his bold proclamations, wrapped himself in the Azure Flag, turned into a long rainbow, and fled desperately.

"Dreaded fiend, cease your madness!"

A hoarse shout came from atop a mountain, and just as Zhou Ping’an was pursuing Li Yuangang, intending to deliver another slash, his ears suddenly buzzed, and a wave of force drilled towards his Sea of Consciousness. The lotus in his Sea of Consciousness stirred slightly, nullifying the sonic waves. Looking up, he saw a bead with a pale and flashing light falling towards him.

Initially, the bead was just a pinpoint of light.

As it descended rapidly, locking onto his form, it grew larger the further it fell, and by the time it was above his head, it was like the moon crashing and the stars sinking.

’Locking onto the Soul, unavoidable, and it’s a Magical Treasure...’

Zhou Ping’an laughed angrily.

Feeling the unparalleled might contained within the bead, he raised his eyebrows, abandoning any clever tricks to displace or leverage the force, instead, he opened another Hong Lian, unleashing tenfold the force, and threw a punch skyward.

Boom...

Amid the thunderous noise.

The ground within a hundred zhang around him sank simultaneously, forming a huge pit, with earth, rocks, and vegetation all shattering into powder. As the ripples of force swept across, countless soldiers, like paper figures, flew off in all directions.

His whole body’s Muscles and Bones made a clattering sound of popping, and a mist of blood exploded from his body, enshrouded in starlight, his momentum even more fierce.

"Old monk, if you can’t kill me today, I shall kill you instead."

Zhou Ping’an no longer charged into the fray.

The Cloud Swallowing Horse by his side had been severely injured by the impact, and even though he managed to absorb most of the force, some still leaked onto the horse.

How could the warhorse withstand that?

Its injuries were already severe.

He casually stimulated the horse’s Vitality, took half a step forward, and entered into the clouds.

When he reappeared, his saber was already slashing out without form.

Wind Control, Sky Splitter.

A great mountain that had just appeared behind the old monk was cleaved in two.

At the same time, so was his chest.

The saber’s momentum Cutting through the mountains...

Just as the old monk was about to be split in half by Zhou Ping’an’s swing, the bead above the old monk burst into bright white light once again.

Snap...

The old monk deflected Zhou Ping’an’s saber stroke.

The light of the bead dimmed slightly, flickering in and out.

A strand of Sword Qi grazed the old monk’s right arm... his arm, as delicate as a baby’s, silently severed, the severed limb turned to blood powder from the shock.

"What a vicious junior."

The old monk grunted, seeing his Dharma body wounded, even his True Martial Dharma form had been slashed open, and he dared not stay alone any longer.

At once, the bead flashed, and he also followed Li Yuangang, fleeing with the light of the Azure Lotus Flag Treasure Banner.

Unsure of the level of those Treasures, as the two men fled, their speed was simply beyond the scope of sight.

The light passed, and in the sky, only traces of light remained, unquantifiable in distance.

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Chapter 512: Easy as Turning One’s Hand

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"Is this the foundation of the Brahma Heaven Sect?"

Zhou Ping’an didn’t hesitate, closely following the twin trails of white and azure light, his figure turning into a faint cloud, skimming through the void.

Indeed, the other side was fleeing at great speed, not even bothering with the troops below.

But no matter how they fled, that wisp of breath lingered in midair.

Still detectable.

Moreover, within their bodies, was the Sky-splitting Sword Qi that Zhou Ping’an had unleashed, not yet completely driven out—a dazzling beacon.