In the void, Ren Piaomiao, carrying a long sword on her back, slowly landed.
With his feet firmly planted on the ground, Wen Yinhu's pair of canes were already swirling in the wind, heading straight for the storefront.
Bang!
A deafening roar echoed.
Sword energy and staff intent intertwined in an instant, causing the three thousand cultivators to feel a sharp pain in their eardrums and to stagger back several steps as their minds trembled.
"Your Excellency's ruthlessness upon first meeting is extremely impolite."
"Did you kill Deng Xuan'an?"
As the cane swept across, a powerful gust of wind swept through, causing bursts of air explosions.
Shen Zhao pointed to the city wall behind him: "Oh, you mean him? He disrespects the princess and has no manners. Shouldn't he be killed?"
As he spoke, he countered each move with a flourish of his sword, his figure shifting and turning, turning all of his opponent's attacks into nothingness.
After a dozen or so moves in the blink of an eye, the two sides separated to a safe distance, facing each other ten steps apart.
The biting wind, the icy snow, and the intense fighting spirit in the air created a fierce and chilling atmosphere.
"Etiquette? In Shu, people only know about the King of Shu, not the Queen."
Wen Yinhu swung his cane in both directions, combining it with his extreme speed and agility, and attacked Shen Zhao a second time.
"Based on your words alone, Deng Xuan'an's death was not unjust at all."
Bang!
As soon as the words were spoken, the sword and staff clashed, triggering another wave of sound that swept across the vast天地 (heaven and earth).
"All land under heaven belongs to the king. Your actions are cruel and immoral, and you deserve to be executed!"
"joke!"
Wen Yinhu seemed to be enraged, and swept his crutches across Shen Zhaomen's face.
As he turned his head to dodge, the killing move struck instantly.
"Dragon Devouring Tremor!"
With the crutches crossed and raised above the head, a flame of battle spreads across the crutches, using this point as a base.
boom--
With a loud bang, Shen Zhao stepped back three feet using the Water Wind Step technique.
As his opponent's crutches missed their target, spiderweb patterns spread out three inches in front of him.
"Return and seize!"
After failing in his first move, Wen Yinhu changed his tactics a second time, sweeping across with his crutches, unleashing an even more ferocious aura.
"Sword Two - Emptiness".
At the critical moment, the ethereal sword technique came into play, and with a single move of the word "emptiness," all the crises were instantly resolved.
"JX3 - Fly!"
At the same time, he launched another counterattack, instantly forcing Wen Yinhu to retreat.
"Sword IV: Annihilation!"
The sword energy roared, leaving no room for the attackers to breathe; the three ethereal techniques were linked together in a continuous, interconnected sequence.
In the blink of an eye, Wen Yinhu had been forced back fifteen steps.
"Such sharp sword energy."
Wen Yinhu frowned, and while his walking stick shifted into a defensive stance, he also began to think of a way to break Shen Zhao's sword moves.
Why not launch another attack?
Suddenly, Shen Zhao's amused words rang in Wen Yinhu's ears.
"Is it a case of running out of ideas, or are they devising new tactics?"
"However, neither of them matters to me, because..."
In an instant, Sword Six: Absolute appeared again.
The sudden sword energy was like a rainbow piercing the sky, so dazzling that it caught everyone off guard.
Bang!
With a sideways turn, Wen Yinhu retreated five steps, feeling his hand holding the crutch go numb and tingly.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that the tiger's paw was split open, and a bloody mark appeared.
"Such sharp sword energy."
After exchanging several blows, Wen Yinhu realized that his opponent's cultivation was no less than his own, so he immediately changed his strategy.
He swiftly swung his double crutches, transforming them into a defensive formation, and quickly concealed himself from the cultivator camp behind him.
Shen Zhao did not make a move; he simply watched the performance with the spirit sword on his back.
"Form a formation!"
"Drink~"
At Wen Yinhu's command, the army of three thousand cultivators shouted in unison.
"The Song of the Western Shu Town!"
"Ha~"
The three thousand cultivators were divided into three layers, one inside and one outside, completely enveloping Shen Zhao in the formation.
As the spiritual energy was released, the surrounding powerful energy rapidly converged, condensing into a world-destroying Daoist aura.
"Huh? This is..."
Shen Zhao closed his eyes slightly, his face showing a thoughtful expression.
"Ren Piaomiao, do you recognize this formation?"
Wen Yinhu stood in front of a war drum and roared at Shen Zhao.
"This is the Spirit Suppression Melody of Western Shu, a killing formation created by Xu Xiao, the ancestor of the Xu family. Even if you descend to the mortal realm as a Great Luo Immortal, you will not be able to escape this formation."
"ha……"
After listening to Wen Yinhu's description, Shen Zhao scoffed and slowly closed his eyes.
...
Meanwhile, inside Xingshi City, in a private room of a teahouse.
Mu Qiuyao lay on the rocking chair, her legs crossed and trembling slightly.
After a long silence, she closed her eyes and asked, "So, the Xu family of the Holy Domain is nothing special after all. Apart from Xu Rong and Dong Zhongying of Xiliang, they don't have any other trump cards."
Neither the Shu Mountain Sword Sect nor the Shu Army will amount to anything.
Jiang Qingluan shook her head: "No, the Xu family's ability to establish itself in Shu and the deterrent power of its army in the Holy Domain is not solely due to their cultivation level."
"What other trump cards do you have?"
"The Song of Suppressing Spirits in Western Shu?"
"Um?"
Jiang Qingluan sighed softly and took out an ancient zither to gently stroke.
"The Spirit-Suppressing Melody of Western Shu can stimulate the spirits of both sides who died on the battlefield, thereby enhancing one's overall combat power."
"How much will that improve things?"
"Depending on the formation's cultivation level and the number of people, the minimum overall strength can be comparable to the peak of the Selfless Realm, and the maximum... the peak of the Supreme Realm."
"Hiss~"
Mu Qiuyao couldn't help but gasp.
"Damn, if ten thousand soldiers were lined up at the same time, wouldn't that be equivalent to ten thousand experts with peak Supreme cultivation levels?"
With an army like this, what city could not be conquered?
With such a trump card, how could the Xu family possibly remain confined to the Holy Domain?
Jiang Qingluan shook her head, brewed a cup of tea, and handed it to Mu Qiuyao: "The key to summoning the spirit of the dead is that you cannot be too far from the battlefield of the past. Once you leave the Shu-Xiliang area, this formation will become completely ineffective."
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