Even without her reminder, Zu'an already sensed a deadly danger, and in that instant, the hairs on his body stood on end.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could only see a cold glint shooting towards him; he could almost see the Grim Reaper's scythe already descending, only 0.01 centimeters from his neck.
He was terrified and hurriedly summoned "Great Wind" to teleport several feet to the side. Only then did he realize that the cold light was a small, exquisite sword.
Flying sword?
Before transmigrating, he saw sword immortals using flying swords to injure enemies everywhere in TV shows and novels, and he was extremely envious at the time. But now he hates flying swords more than ever before, because flying swords are going to kill him!
He deliberately avoided teleporting backward and instead dodged at a 90-degree angle to the direction of the flying sword, worried that the flying sword would continue to pursue him with its remaining momentum. But he never expected that the flying sword would actually turn!
Holy crap, it even has a cruise system, tracking missiles? That's outrageous!
He didn't dare hesitate for a second, instantly using the Sunflower Illusion technique. At this critical moment, he performed exceptionally well, transforming into four identical figures that ran in four different directions.
To everyone's surprise, the flying sword ignored the other three clones and instead stabbed at his real body without hesitation.
Zuan: "..."
He hurriedly summoned the Snow Phoenix, attempting to use the ice to slow down the flying sword.
The moment Xuehuang appeared, the area several feet behind him instantly turned into a frozen wasteland, and frost appeared on the blade of his flying sword.
However, it only slowed down slightly, and the flying sword still broke through the icy domain and shot towards him.
Zaun summoned teleportation three times in a row, his body covered in cold sweat. The speed of the flying sword was no less than his teleportation speed. The flying sword was almost in front of him as soon as he landed, forcing him to summon the wind again for the next teleportation.
However, he knew he couldn't summon the wind an infinite number of times. The reason he could summon it so many times was because he had absorbed the power of the Mosquito Taoist, which greatly increased his strength.
But you can't dodge like that many times; you'll still get pierced through the heart by a sword.
His mind raced. Even the tracking missiles in his previous life needed to rely on infrared or radar guidance. What exactly did this flying sword use to track him?
Wait a minute, the principle of tracking missiles is to pre-input various data of the target and then use infrared to make a comprehensive judgment. So if I can change my data intelligence, wouldn't I be able to confuse this flying sword?
For practitioners, the most important and discerning information is, of course, the flow of Qi!
When one's cultivation reaches a certain level, one can even distinguish who someone is simply by sensing their aura, without needing to use one's eyes. This is because every cultivator's aura is different, and even those who seem similar will have subtle differences.
Of course, this world also has methods to disrupt the perception of another's aura. For example, the waist token of the Embroidered Robe Envoy can conceal and change one's personal aura, so that no one will discover their true identities.
Thinking of this, he had an idea and hurriedly activated the "Mirror of Truth" that Qiu Honglei had taught him, instantly making his aura disappear and becoming like an ordinary person.
"Huh?"
A soft "hmm" echoed in the void, seemingly from a woman, but with life hanging in the balance, Zu An had no mind to perceive whether the voice was pleasant or not.
He was pressed against the wall, his back soaked with cold sweat, because the flying sword had embedded itself in the wall just an inch from his neck.
It should be noted that the entire palace buildings have been reinforced by magic arrays, and places like the East Palace are protected to the extreme. The walls of these palaces are virtually impervious to swords and blades. Even if a high-level cultivator were to unleash a full-force attack, the magic arrays on the walls would disperse the power throughout the entire palace, leaving no damage whatsoever.
The sword actually pierced right into the wall; one can only imagine that if it had hit a person, they would have been instantly torn to shreds.
Although it takes a long time to describe all of this, it all happened in the blink of an eye.
Even Qiu Honglei didn't have time to plead with her master.
The people from the Eastern Palace had obviously witnessed this scene as well, and all the assassins were greatly encouraged, making their attacks even more ferocious.
Those on the Crown Prince's side were secretly lamenting their predicament. Everyone was puzzled as to why the Emperor had not taken any action despite the commotion in the palace, and they had not even seen Zhu Xie Chixin.
Only then did Zu'an see a graceful figure rushing towards the direction of the Crown Prince. Although her face was covered by a black veil, her long black hair cascaded down like a waterfall. For some reason, just by looking at her back, one could tell that she was an unparalleled beauty.
Was that sword she just shot out?
Zu An was still shaken. "Hmph, I'll get my revenge sooner or later."
Looking at her long, shapely hair that reached her buttocks, he suddenly had a nonsensical thought: Does this woman need to curl up her hair and hold it in her hands when she goes to the toilet?
In that instant, the woman had already rushed in front of the Crown Prince. Rong Mo, the Crown Princess's personal maid, held a fine needle in her hand and moved forward in a strange afterimage.
Unfortunately, the woman only extended a slender, jade-like finger, and before anyone could see what happened, Rong Mo was sent flying back like a broken sandbag, his fate unknown.
The Crown Princess's pretty face paled, but she still held her sword horizontally and went to meet the attack.
Just then, a furious shout suddenly came from the side: "You scoundrel, how dare you!"
A figure shot in like a cannonball, blocking the Crown Princess's path and exchanging blows with the woman.
The woman swayed her waist and stood gracefully on a willow branch. The delicate willow branch would sway wildly in the breeze, but the woman stood on it as if walking on flat ground.
The figure who arrived swayed slightly, and an abnormal flush flashed across his face, but it was quickly suppressed.
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