Will I die?
Sili's figure appeared silently in the shadows of the forest like a ghost. He walked out slowly, his gaze first falling on the white behemoth beside the carriage that exuded a powerful protective aura, a hint of understanding and smugness flashing in his eyes.
The guardian beast has revealed its true form, indicating that Lin Huaiyu is indeed at his limit and has no time to meddle in other people's business.
A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips. With a flick of his wrist, a longsword, shimmering with light and radiating powerful spiritual energy, appeared in his hand. Just then, Qin Wu's incomparably sharp sword strike came crashing down! Si Li didn't even move a step, merely raising his hand to parry.
"clang!"
The deafening sound of metal clashing against stone echoed through the forest!
Sili steadily caught Qin Wu's angry attack without moving an inch.
"It's been a long time since I've witnessed the splendor of Cangmin's swordsmanship." Sili looked at Qin Wu, whose eyes were cold, with a playful smile like a cat catching a mouse, and took the initiative to meet the attack.
A sword cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage possesses boundless sword intent and unstoppable offensive power.
However, the most brutal suppression among cultivators always comes from the absolute gap in their cultivation levels.
The Nascent Soul stage is ultimately no match for the Mahayana stage.
Every time Qin Wu drew his sword, it felt like he was slashing against an invisible wall of bronze and iron. The force of the recoil caused his tiger's mouth to split open, and blood slid down the hilt of the sword. His chest was churning violently, and a metallic taste kept rising in his throat.
Another head-on clash without any fancy moves!
Sili's magnificent longsword clashed fiercely with the ancient and simple Sutian sword, causing a surge of spiritual energy that stirred up fallen leaves. Sili looked at Qin Wu's slightly trembling arm and sneered, "It seems that the Cangmin Sword can no longer defeat me."
He remembered Qi Mo's amazing sword strike from hundreds of years ago for a century.
A century later, the descendants of Cangmin Mountain were no longer his match.
This overwhelming pleasure stirred a twisted excitement within Sili, causing his sword strikes to become faster and more powerful!
The gap between these realms is like an insurmountable chasm.
Before Sili, Qin Wu's swordsmanship, though exquisite, was like being stuck in quagmire, making it difficult to execute. He could only parry and had no power to retaliate.
At this moment, most of the black-clad cultivators in the forest had collapsed and were unable to get up. Bai Chuan dealt with the last cultivator wielding a knife, and seeing that Qin Wu was in a critical situation, he immediately flew over to join the fight.
However, even with Qin Wu and Bai Chuan joining forces, unleashing sword light, medicinal powder, and talismans, they still could not contend with Si Li, and could not even achieve a draw!
"Overestimating yourself." Si Li smiled contemptuously, seized an opening, flicked his sleeve, and a condensed palm wind, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, slammed into Bai Chuan's chest!
"Pfft." Bai Chuan was hit hard, his body flew backward and crashed heavily into a thick tree trunk. He groaned and was unable to get up immediately.
The scene before him was strikingly similar to that in the royal palace of the Li Kingdom a century ago. Back then, he too was utterly powerless against absolute strength. A century has passed; he has grown stronger, but the enemies he faces have become far more terrifying.
Qin Wu was no match for Si Li. He withstood Si Li's heavy blow, but was still sent flying by the immense spiritual power. He landed and used his sword to support himself, barely managing not to fall. Blood was already trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Sili, wielding the Radiant Sword, moved with lightning speed, instantly closing in on the fluctuating Qin Wu, his eyes blazing with murderous intent: "Today, I will use the blood of all the disciples of Cangmin Mountain to consecrate my sword!"
Before he finished speaking, the longsword in his hand burst forth with a dazzling light. With this sword strike, he had concentrated all his spiritual power; he wanted Qin Wu dead.
However, the expected scene of carnage did not occur.
A long, jet-black sword, like an indestructible shield, steadily blocked his deadly strike.
His all-out attack was actually blocked?!
Sili turned his head in astonishment and saw that Yun Qian was standing in front of Qin Wu at some point. Her face was as pale as paper, and her breathing was rapid. She was obviously in very poor condition, but she held that strange black sword in one hand and stared at him with eyes as cold as ice.
“Cangmin Sword,” Yun Qian’s voice was slightly hoarse from weakness, but it carried an undeniable firmness, “It’s more than enough to defeat you.”
As she spoke, the longsword in her hand seemed to come alive, its blade humming, and a spiritual power far more powerful and refined than before erupted! The sword move she used was the most basic, yet also the most revealing, first move of the Cangmin Sword Technique!
Sili parried with his sword, feeling the force transmitted through the blade. His face instead revealed even greater interest and mockery: "Is that so? A death throes?"
Yun Qian did not answer, but a very faint smile appeared on her lips.
The two swords clashed fiercely once again.
Lin Huaiyu's spirit-sealing talisman had just been removed, leaving him at his weakest. Qin Wu, having taken a blow from Si Li, was already unconscious. Yun Qian could clearly sense the undisguised, sharp sword energy emanating from Si Li, a power belonging to the Mahayana stage. She worried that this rampant sword energy might accidentally injure the two unsuspecting people behind her.
Inside the inner palace, she quickly communicated with Baichuan, who was struggling to get up: "Take good care of Qin Wu and Lin Huaiyu, make sure to keep an eye on them, don't worry about me."
After transmitting her voice, Yun Qian changed her sword stance, no longer engaging in a direct confrontation. Instead, she used her movement skills to fight and retreat, deliberately leading Si Li in a direction away from the carriage.
"You can't beat me, why bother?" Si Li's figure was like a leech, easily getting close to Yun Qian again. His gaze lingered more on the black sword. "However, the sword in your hand is truly a rare and fine sword."
"Of course." Yun Qian forced down the blood that rose to her throat, her voice remaining steady. "My sword is naturally a good sword."
Sili hadn't expected her to be so arrogant in her current situation, and her smile widened, tinged with a hint of mockery.
Yun Qian said no more. She loosened her grip on the sword and made a hand seal with her index and middle fingers together. The small black sword hovered in front of her, its tip pointing directly at Sili, emitting a low and dangerous hum.
She poured all the remaining spiritual energy in her body into the little black sword. The next moment, with the little black sword as the center, eighteen incredibly solid black sword shadows, exuding a chilling sword intent, instantly condensed in the surrounding air!
"go!"
Yun Qian pointed her fingers like a sword and pushed forward sharply!
The eighteen sword shadows, together with Xiao Hei's main body, transformed into a destructive black torrent, carrying a terrifying sword intent that seemed capable of tearing through space, and rushed towards Sili!
However, facing Yun Qian's all-out attack, Si Li's face still held only a faint smile, as if he were watching an ant struggle. He didn't even use any particularly exquisite moves; he simply raised his left hand casually, and as his sleeves billowed, an even more vast and powerful spiritual energy surged out, easily dispersing the terrifying torrent of sword shadows like a tidal wave.
There is a fundamental difference between the Mahayana stage and the Transformation stage.
"Have you had enough fun?" Si Li's tone turned cold; he had clearly lost patience. Before he finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved it seemingly casually in Yun Qian's direction.
A terrifying pressure, like a mountain collapsing or a vast ocean surging, suddenly erupted from Si Li's body, crashing down on Yun Qian like an invisible giant wave!
Yun Qian could no longer hold on. Faced with such an absolute difference in power, she was slammed to the ground like a kite with a broken string. Inside her inner sanctum, her spiritual energy was completely depleted. Xiao Hei was also blasted away by the terrifying pressure and stuck in the ground in the distance, its sword groaning mournfully.
Just as the little black sword was struggling to fly back to its master, Sili's figure appeared suddenly like a ghost in front of Yun Qian, who was kneeling on the ground trying to prop herself up.
Yun Qian knelt on one knee, her body swaying precariously. Blood kept gushing from her mouth, which she forced down, staining her pale lips crimson.
"I've had enough of playing with you, it's time to end this." Si Li's voice was icy cold and devoid of any emotion. He raised his right hand, and in his palm, destructive spiritual power was highly concentrated, emitting a chilling light. He pressed it down mercilessly towards Yun Qian's crown!
Yun Qian struggled to raise her arm, trying to gather the last bit of her weak spiritual energy to resist, but that little bit of light was like a firefly compared to the bright moon in the face of Si Li's all-out attack.
Will I die? This thought flashed through Yun Qian's hazy consciousness.
The anticipated destruction did not come to pass.
A dull yet powerful sound of energy colliding exploded!
Sili's sure-kill attack was actually blocked!
In Yun Qian's blurred vision, a dazzling silver-white light bloomed before her. What collided fiercely with Si Li's destructive spiritual power was not some divine weapon, but a silver mask floating in mid-air.
The mask emanated powerful spiritual energy, blocking all of Sili's attacks.
Yun Qian stared blankly at the incredibly familiar silver mask, and with her last ounce of strength, uttered a barely audible murmur:
"Master?"
The next moment, endless darkness surged in like a tide, completely engulfing her remaining consciousness.
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