txolops Chapter 85 Combat
Chapter 85 Combat
At this moment, a faint silver aura emanated from both of them, a sign that their true qi had been pushed to its limit.
"Form the sword embryo seal," Wang Yuan whispered.
Fang Zheng did not answer, but took a deep breath, pressed his left hand in the sword embryo seal to his dantian, and pointed his right hand in the sword gesture diagonally forward.
Wang Yuan was half a step away from him, their breathing rhythms gradually becoming synchronized, and they were both making hand seals with their left hands and right hands.
The silvery-white halo grew thicker and thicker.
At first, it was just a thin layer of light, but after a moment it condensed into a visible silver-white flame, flickering slightly, like two clusters of silent, burning cold fire.
"laugh--"
A dense, sharp sound of air being cut rang out.
A burst of silver light shot out from Wang Yuan's dantian, initially consisting of only twenty or thirty thin, willow-leaf-like Gengjin sword blades that hummed and vibrated in mid-air.
Fang Zheng pursed his lips as if blowing a blade, and a burst of silver light flew out from his dantian, colliding and grinding with Wang Yuan's sword blade in mid-air.
The moment the two sword blades collided, they produced a crisp, metallic clang, bursting forth with dazzling golden light.
Each collision gave rise to more blades—twenty or thirty blades became seventy or eighty, seventy or eighty blades became more than one hundred, and more than one hundred blades then became an countless shower of golden rain.
Fine as cow hair, dense as locusts.
"The Sword Incantation of Ten Thousand Blades Grinding Against Each Other".
Wang Yuan and Fang Zheng have been partners for several years, and their chemistry has become very well-matched.
Countless sword blades swirled and coiled in mid-air, converging into a flowing golden river of swords.
Golden light swirled, the sword blades rippled, emitting a buzzing and vibrating sound, like hundreds of bees flapping their wings, or like gold and iron pebbles rolling in a bronze plate.
Therefore, when this technique is performed, it is also called "Golden River Sword Washing".
"cut!"
The two shouted in unison, and simultaneously pointed their swords forward.
The golden river of swords crashed down.
More than a hundred tiny sword blades swirled and intertwined, like a golden torrent crashing into the densest part of the mountain demon horde.
The first dozen or so mandrills didn't even have time to scream before they were minced into a bloody pulp.
The Geng metal sword blade was incomparably sharp; once it pierced their thin, dark bodies, it was like a hot knife cutting into cold oil.
Skin, flesh, bones, internal organs...
In an instant, it was pierced and shredded by dozens of sword blades at the same time, and black blood mixed with bits of flesh exploded into clouds of blood mist in mid-air.
The Jian River continued its relentless advance, carving a bloody trench more than two zhang wide through the dense swarm of mountain goblins. Wherever it passed, vegetation was destroyed, and the rock surfaces were scraped with a thin layer of stone powder by the fine blades.
With just this one strike, no fewer than forty mountain demons were killed by the Sword River.
However, the remaining blades were also being consumed rapidly.
After advancing more than ten zhang through the mountain demons, Jianhe's golden light gradually dimmed, and the sword blade shattered into nothingness.
Wang Yuan and Fang Zheng were pale, with beads of sweat on their foreheads, and their breathing was noticeably rapid.
This attack nearly exhausted most of their true energy, and the spiritual power of the jade pearl had been largely drained.
But the results are undeniable.
The front line of the mandrills was torn open by the Sword River, creating a huge gap that halted their charge.
Some mandrills managed to escape from the edge of the Cam River and continued to rush forward, but their numbers were much fewer than before.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Yao Ye activated the Crimson Sun Mirror and unleashed another beam of light, burning the remaining twenty-odd mountain demons at the edge of the gap into charcoal.
Several outer disciples also unleashed their talismans and magical artifacts, slaying the scattered mountain demons that rushed towards the front of the formation one by one.
Chen Bai stood on the left side of the line, holding three grass seeds in his hand, his gaze steadily sweeping over the mandrill rushing towards him.
A one-legged mandrill sprang out from a crevice in the rocks on the side, using its single leg to propel itself across the loose stones, and then lunged at his face with its three-fingered claws.
Chen Bai took two steps back, simultaneously forming a hand seal with his left hand and chanting an incantation—
The technique of trapping feet in mud.
A beam of earthy yellow light shot from his fingertips and landed on the ground at the feet of the mandrill.
The rocky ground instantly transformed into a soft mud swamp about ten feet in diameter. The mandrill lost its footing and fell forward, landing in the mud, unable to move.
Chen Bai flicked his finger, and a grass seed shimmering with green light flew out.
As soon as it landed in the soil, it sprang into several thorny vines, binding the struggling mandrill tightly from head to toe.
The vines tightened, and the mandrill let out sharp screech, struggling only to be bound more tightly.
In just three or four breaths, its neck bone was broken.
Without giving it another glance, he turned around and flicked two more grass seeds to the other side.
Two mandrills that were flanking them from the side got their legs tangled in vines and fell to the ground.
Chen Bai stepped forward with his sword and reaped the two thin, dark heads, which rolled to the ground.
"The ninth one..."
Chen Bai silently counted in his mind, his breathing remained steady, and the embryonic breathing in his dantian circulated as usual.
He controlled the consumption of true qi in the casting of each of his Taoist techniques—
The Mud Sinking Technique only covers an area of one zhang (approximately 3.3 meters), and the Grass Binding Spell only activates a single grass seed, never wasting a single bit of spiritual power.
To outsiders, he simply used clever tricks to stall lone mandrills before finishing them off with a single blow; his methods were conventional and unremarkable.
During each lull in the battle, while everyone's attention was focused on the direction of the surging mountain demons ahead...
Chen Bai would then quietly stick to the nearby pile of mandrill corpses, his five fingers spread wide.
The small cauldron emitted a very faint hum in its sea of consciousness.
[Recovery: 5 carcasses of a one-legged mandrill]
Extraction: "Mandrill Bone Powder" *2, "Blood and Essence" *1
Chen Bai's expression remained unchanged, his gaze fixed on the battlefield ahead, showing no sign of anything amiss.
In the blink of an eye, his left hand swept across another pile of corpses—
The three dried corpses, drained dry by the Jade Silk Pulling Array, were intact on the outside, except that their flesh was shriveled and stuck to their bones.
[Collection: 3 "One-Legged Mandrill" corpses]
Extract: "Mandrill Bone Powder" *3, "Demon Essence" *1
He quietly tallied his harvest.
The amount of "blood essence" extracted from these mandrills is extremely limited, only the size of a grain of rice.
However, the advantage lies in the fact that little by little, it is enough to barely sustain the consumption of his fetal breathing true qi.
"Mandrill Bone Powder" is a grayish-white fine powder extracted from the leg bone of the mandrill's single leg. It can barely be considered a low-grade spiritual material.
The essence of demonic energy is pitifully small; it takes more than a dozen mountain demons to gather a tiny bit the size of a fingernail, but it's better than nothing.
The battle lines are slowly shifting backward.
From that rocky slope to the ravine behind them, the group had retreated nearly several hundred meters.
This distance isn't far; at a normal marching speed, it can be covered in no time.
But now, this road, hundreds of meters long, is paved with the carcasses of mandrills.
However, despite the fact that hundreds of these one-legged mandrills had already died or been injured, their offensive showed no signs of abating.
Wang Yuan and Fang Zheng have already stepped down.
They had just joined forces to unleash two rounds of the "Ten Thousand Blades Grinding Qi Sword Incantation," and the true qi in their dantian was nearly exhausted. Even with the "Jade Pearl" to replenish it, their faces were as white as paper.
The two sat cross-legged in the center of the group, each holding a pearl in their hands, desperately trying to restore their spiritual power.
The gap that the sword curse tore open on the front has now been filled by a new mountain demon.
Their timing in stepping down was terrible—
The swarm of mandrills pressed forward precisely during this gap. The front row of dark figures surged forward like a tide; those in the front row had just been shot down by the flaming arrows, and those in the back row trampled over the corpses to pounce on them.