Meng Chixing was certain that no matter how he dodged, he could not escape these three sword energies; the only way was to defeat them head-on.
After several dozen breaths, not only Pang Ban, but even Zhao Min had sensed that something was wrong.
From the moment Meng Chixing made his move, he continuously shifted and attacked within a range of about three zhang (approximately 10 meters).
Moreover, while watching the match, they all had a misconception.
It was as if Meng Chixing would deliberately run into Chu Qinghe every time he unleashed his sword energy.
This situation caused a hint of doubt to appear in Pang Ban's eyes, as he did not quite understand Meng Chixing's intentions.
However, Pang Ban is not Meng Chixing, so how could he know what Meng Chixing is feeling right now?
Even now, Meng Chixing cannot sense how the surrounding sword energy was condensed.
Moreover, the timing of each sword strike Chu Qinghe has unleashed from the beginning has been both incredibly clever and incredibly precise.
They almost always appeared the moment Meng Chixing made a move, and even calculated the route Meng Chixing would attack next, forcing Meng Chixing to respond.
The feeling was as if there were countless threads around him binding countless mechanisms and Meng Chixing.
Any action Meng Chixing takes will trigger a mechanism.
As a result, it is as if there is an invisible circle confining Meng Chixing within him.
"The Art of Swordplay?"
Feeling the sensation at this moment, Meng Chixing immediately thought of Fu Cailin, the "Master of Yi Sword" from the Tang Dynasty. His unique "Yi Sword Technique" was just like the martial arts Chu Qinghe was using at this moment, anticipating the enemy's moves and always taking the initiative.
But the next second, Meng Chixing dismissed the idea.
Meng Chixing had also heard of the "Yi Sword Technique" and was aware of Fu Cailin's cultivation level and strength.
Although both are at the peak of the Celestial Realm, even though he is a few points below the Sweeper Monk, and the "Yi Sword Technique" could not possibly be so bizarre that people cannot even detect how the sword energy is condensed.
It should be noted that even a powerful figure like the Sweeping Monk, who had lived for hundreds of years, could not exert such a strong sense of pressure and powerlessness on Meng Chixing.
But now, Meng Chixing sensed it from Chu Qinghe.
One can imagine what Meng Chixing was feeling at this moment.
It was nearing sunset, and the light in the sky had dimmed further, giving it a dark and oppressive feel.
Meng Chixing's heart, like the weather outside, was filled with a heavy feeling.
Feeling constantly being outmaneuvered and utterly helpless, Meng Chixing's forehead was beaded with cold sweat.
Perhaps they realized they couldn't continue to fall into the rhythm created by Chu Qinghe and be led by the nose by him.
Seeing five more sword energies, as elusive and agile as willow catkins, rushing out in front of him once again, Meng Chixing suddenly let out a low shout, and streams of invisible energy mixed with the true essence bursting from his body swept out from between his brows.
Under the combination of spiritual power and true essence, the five sword energies in the air seemed to be suppressed by an invisible force, and their speed suddenly decreased by dozens of times.
This allowed Qu Feiyan, Xiao Zhao, and the other women to clearly see the five white sword energies in the air, formed from sword intent and true essence.
The moment the five sword energies were delayed, Meng Chixing suddenly sprang up and skillfully passed through the gaps between them.
During the process, a cut was made on Meng Chixing's shoulder sleeve.
Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that there was an extra narrow slit where the sleeve had been cut open.
However, due to the seal of true energy, the blood could not flow out.
This was also the price Meng Chixing paid for trying to forcefully break through the blockade of the five sword energy routes in front of him.
However, in the next second, a strong sense of palpitation suddenly emerged from the depths of Meng Chixing's heart.
Under this sensation, Meng Chixing instinctively stopped moving forward and turned to step back sharply.
Almost the instant Meng Chixing retreated, a sword aura shot out from the ground.
If Meng Chixing had taken just two more steps forward, the sword energy would have struck him directly in the abdomen.
At this distance, even Meng Chixing would likely find it difficult to react within such a short time.
"This guy actually anticipated even this move of mine?"
Despite the obvious shock in Meng Chixing's eyes, Chu Qinghe remained calm.
It should be noted that Chu Qinghe's assessment of his own strength comes from the combat simulator.
With Chu Qinghe's strength, when entering the combat simulator, the combat opponents he chose, the cultivation techniques he practiced, the martial arts he learned, and even his combat experience were all top-notch.
Strictly speaking, there is a fundamental difference between Chu Qinghe's strength and Meng Chixing's.
Unless Meng Chixing on the other side can break through to the early stage of the Divine Seat Realm, his strength will undergo a dramatic change.
Otherwise, even with only 30% of Chu Qinghe's current strength, he would be enough to overwhelm Meng Chixing.
Immediately afterward, before Meng Chixing could move on, Chu Qinghe suddenly closed the folding fan in his hand.
As he moved, the subtle fluctuations of true energy emanating from Chu Qinghe's body instantly subsided.
"You've had your fun, so I suppose Senior Meng is satisfied now?"
Upon hearing Chu Qinghe's words, Meng Chixing's eyes narrowed slightly in the distance.
After pondering for about a moment, Meng Chixing also withdrew his true essence.
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