inspire-indiana Chapter 29 Northern Darkness Divine Art, A Small Test
Chapter 29 Northern Darkness Divine Art, A Small Test
Chapter 29 Northern Darkness Divine Art, A Small Test
Upon hearing this...
The withered monk looked at the Dragon Abyss Sword in Chu Sheng's hand, "Scholar, is this sword very powerful?"
The scholar Liu Mubai is obsessed with the way of the sword. His favorite thing in life is to collect divine weapons and ancient swords. He can tell at a glance that the Longyuan Sword is a rare divine weapon in the world.
"The sword's shape is like an abyss, deep and unfathomable; its sword energy is like a dragon, soaring through the nine heavens."
"None of the ten most famous swords in the martial arts world can compare to it."
Both the withered monk and Li Wuji showed expressions of shock. Chu Sheng's cultivation was already extraordinary, but he also possessed a divine weapon that was invincible in the world.
When did Zhenyuan Escort Agency acquire such terrifying resources?
"Scholar, once you kill him, this sword will be yours," the withered monk said in a deep voice.
Liu Mubai's eyes gleamed with greed. "Then I shall accept it without hesitation."
The allure of the Dragon Abyss Sword is even stronger than that of the Nameless Heavenly Book. If Liu Mubai could obtain this sword, he would be laughing in his dreams.
Li Anlan stood beside Chu Sheng and said, "Uncle Wang, it's never too late to turn back. If you stop now, I can plead with Master Chu for mercy."
"Once you engage, there's no room for maneuver."
Li Wuji raised his hand and a long spear fell into his palm. "An Lan, you should persuade Master Chu to hand over the treasure. With one against three, the advantage is in our hands."
"Is that so?" Chu Sheng flashed forward, his sword energy surging and crisscrossing across the sky. "Stubborn fool, you deserve to die!"
Suddenly, Chu Sheng made his move, and they attacked from different directions.
The figure soared into the air with graceful ease, effortlessly dodging three weapons. The Dragon Abyss Sword unleashed the Nine Swords of Dugu, unleashing a burst of sword energy that was as swift as lightning and as fierce as thunder.
Liu Mubai had practiced swordsmanship for many years and had never seen such a fast sword technique. Chu Sheng was so young and had already comprehended the sword intent. A dazzling white light flashed, and the sword light was like a long rainbow.
This swordsmanship is so fast that it's impossible to see the moves clearly.
The greatest martial art in the world is speed, but it cannot defeat the art of having no moves.
One sword is invincible, its invincible sword energy crushing everything in its path.
Knowing he was no match for Liu Mubai, it was too late for him to dodge. He was sent flying, his body covered in sword wounds, his white clothes stained red with blood, and the white bone was visible in every sword wound.
The figure fell into the courtyard and crashed into the wall not far away. Blood spurted from the mouth, and the person instantly lost the ability to fight.
The vast sword intent was still surging and raging. The withered monk and Li Wuji were terrified. Looking at Liu Mubai who had fallen to the ground, the two looked at each other and seemed to have reached some kind of agreement.
The withered monk raised his hand and threw out the bewitching powder. His true energy enveloped the white powder, covering Chu Sheng's body, and the space instantly became blurred. Li Wuji seized the opportunity and pointed his spear, piercing through Chu Sheng's body.
Clang.
A clang of weapons clashing rang out as the Dragon Abyss Sword and the spear collided. Knowing his weapon was inferior to the Dragon Abyss Sword, Li Wuji shouted, "Senior Ku Rong, make your move!"
Taking advantage of Chu Sheng's immersion in the bewitching powder, the withered monk infused his true energy into his scepter and used his lightness skill to launch a sneak attack.
Seeing this scene.
Li Anlan turned pale and cried out, "Master Chu, be careful on the left!"
"Damn it, you're all grandmasters, some famous in the martial arts world. You're all using hidden weapons or sneak attacks. Can you be any more shameless?" Ling Shuo cursed.
He could only blame himself for being inferior to the monk Ku Rong and Li Wuji, otherwise he would have been beaten to a pulp by the two of them.
Why can't we be as upright and honest as him?
He leaned closer to Li Anlan. "Your Highness, you wouldn't want the young master to get hurt, would you?"
Li Anlan was stunned for a moment, looking at Ling Shuo in surprise, "What do you mean!"
Ling Shuo raised his hand and handed a wooden box to Li Anlan. "Your Highness, this is called the Simplified Version of the Rain of Pear Blossom Needles. However, it is quite powerful. Let's activate the mechanism together and launch it at your uncle. Do you think that's appropriate?"
Li Anlan: "?"
Ling Shuo urged, "Your Highness, if you can't bear to part with your uncle, but you can't have the young master, don't hesitate any longer."
Li Anlan looked at the wooden box in his hand and thought that since it was a simplified version of the Rain of Pear Blossom Needles, its power should not be very great. He just needed to force Li Wuji to retreat.
Besides, they were the ones who used hidden weapons first.
"Alright, let's attack together."
Holding the wooden box of Rain of Pear Blossom Needles, the two leaped into the air, ready to launch them at Li Wuji.
Just then.
An astonishing scene unfolded.
When the withered monk's golden scepter was within inches of Chu Sheng, it suddenly stopped. A powerful internal force bound the scepter, and the next second, the withered monk's expression became unnatural.
Because his internal energy was rapidly draining away.
"An evil technique that absorbs internal energy!"
"Chu Sheng, you are an evil cultivator!"
The withered monk cried out in alarm, his face turning as pale as paper. He immediately tried to give up the golden scepter, but the powerful internal force was too strong, and he could not escape.
He could only watch helplessly as his internal energy drained away and flowed continuously into Chu Sheng's body.
His face showed despair, all his previous arrogance gone, and he hurriedly begged for mercy: "Master Chu, spare my life!"
"This old monk knows he was wrong."
"Please forgive me, I was just momentarily bewitched."
Chu Sheng's calm voice came through, "You don't just know you're wrong, you know you're going to die."
"Don't beg for mercy, I still prefer your previous unruly self."
As the words fell, the Dragon Abyss Sword was swung, its sword energy as deep as the abyss, like a monstrous wave that destroyed Li Wuji's spear, sending him flying.
Li Anlan and Ling Shuo were just about to make their move when they were stunned by what they saw, forgetting to fire their Rain of Pear Blossom Needles.
"Hiss!"
"Young Master is too strong!"
Li Anlan muttered to himself, "Master Chu actually practices the evil technique of absorbing internal energy?"
Ling Shuo said in a serious tone, "Your Highness, what is this so-called 'absorption technique'? Young Master clearly possesses extraordinary strength and forcibly extracted the true energy from the withered monk. What kind of 'absorption technique' exists in this world?"
"Ling Shuo, you look very serious when you lie." Li Anlan was never a naive person. Chu Sheng was already a martial arts master at a young age, possessing strength that should not belong to someone his age.
The only explanation is that he practiced an evil technique that absorbs internal energy, which would make it reasonable for him to be a martial arts master.
It is rumored that practicing the evil technique of absorbing internal energy and forcibly seizing the internal energy of others will result in a backlash, and there is a possibility of the body exploding and dying.
I hope Master Chu is not in danger.
Chu Sheng used the Northern Darkness Divine Art and quickly absorbed all of the withered monk's internal energy. At this moment, the already emaciated withered monk instantly aged like a centenarian, his cheeks covered with wrinkles.
Having lost all his cultivation, he was just an old man in his twilight years.
He looked so shaky, as if he might collapse to the ground at any moment.
Chu Sheng descended from the sky, glanced at the withered monk, and killed him with a single sword strike to the throat.
The withered monk had lost all his cultivation and was nearing the end of his life; killing him was helping him find liberation.
At this time.
Li Wuji and Liu Mubai, dragging their heavily injured bodies, crawled to Chu Sheng's feet, begging for mercy in trembling voices. The two were terrified out of their wits.
"Master Chu, I was bewitched by the monk Ku Rong and couldn't resist the temptation, which is why I attacked you."
"Master Chu, please don't kill me! The people of the Eastern Territory cannot live without me. For the sake of all living beings, please show mercy."