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Chapter 135: Two-Polar True Intent vs. the Great Demon
Chapter 135: Two-Polar True Intent vs. the Great Demon
"Be careful of the fully condensed demon. Both of you, be wary."
Chunyang Daoist manipulated his inner core, forming a sword finger at his heart. His azure-blue Daoist robe fluttered without wind, and a vast essence aura burst forth from his body, but it did not disperse.
Instead, it gathered in front of him, gradually forming a primitive Daoist sword illusion as wide as two palms and as tall as a person.
On the blade, the yin-yang fish pattern slowly rotated, exuding a sense of balance and harmony.
Two-Polar True Intent!
As the signature skill of the White Cloud Temple, its fame was renowned throughout the vast Qingzhou.
They did not wield swords, but this Two-Polar Sword Intent was even sharper than the swords of Qingfeng Mountain.
"This time, you've really gotten yourself into trouble." Jingqing Daoist sighed as he glanced at Chunyangzi.
The temple master had sent the two of them down the mountain to retrieve the martial arts cultivation technique, but before they even met Yan Xingkong, they had inexplicably stumbled upon a powerful demon.
"It's not like I dragged you here," Chunyang Daoist rolled his eyes.
"That's true," Jingqing Daoist smiled carefree, and right in front of him, a Two-Polar Sword Intent also gathered.
Since they were already here, there was no point in hesitating.
If they didn't eliminate the demon, what was the point of coming down the mountain?
"..."
Xiao Qianwei looked around, but she still couldn't see Shen Yi's figure, and there were no signs of a fight nearby.
Even now, despite her immense trust in the young man, her heart couldn't help but feel a little anxious.
Demons were not much different from humans; most were wild, but there were also those with profound foundations, like the noble families and sects.
For example, the Mountain Protection Formation they encountered earlier seemed insignificant, only capable of concealing auras and casting simple illusions to deceive the eyes. Anyone could easily break through it.
But precisely because of this, the opponent's strength was even more apparent. After all, not everyone was willing to waste resources on such flashy tricks.
Shen Yi had demonstrated the strength of a Body Tempering Warrior, but he also didn't hide his shallow experience in cultivation.
He didn't even know what the Two-Polar True Intent was, let alone the cunning and unpredictable methods of demons.
It wasn't hard to understand how he might have been caught off guard by the opponent's path.
"Lady Xiao, let's eliminate the demon in front of us first, then worry about the rest."
Jingqing Daoist gently reminded the woman, a hint of doubt in his heart.
If he guessed correctly, this should be a seasoned Silver Bell Exorcist, an experienced demon hunter. Her composure in battle should be far superior to these two reclusive mountain Daoists, so why was she so nervous?
"I know," Xiao Qianwei took a deep breath, clenching her fists tightly, and turned her gaze back to the front, where the narrow, elongated eyes were filled with killing intent.
The two Daoists were among the older generation of powerful cultivators in Qingzhou, no weaker than Jiang Chengyun.
With their assistance, even if they couldn't defeat the demon in the Fully Condensed Core Stage, they wouldn't lose to it by much.
The next moment, the three of them rushed towards the Jade Spring!
Almost simultaneously, a sharp, prolonged cry echoed within the secluded valley, and a pair of azure-blue feathered wings suddenly appeared in their line of sight, blocking out the sky.
The massive shadow covered their figures.
The wings, like blades that could cleave the heavens, slashed violently!
Seeing such a formidable aura, the two Daoists narrowed their eyes, and their cloth shoes lightly tapped the ground as they quickly soared into the air, their sword fingers piercing forward.
As if receiving a command, two thick Daoist sword illusions burst forth, their speed distorting even the surrounding environment!
The enormous wings swept through the air, slicing through the rugged stone walls like cutting through tofu.
Boom!
A terrifying slash mark appeared on the dozens of zhang high cliff, and the entire upper half suddenly collapsed, causing the entire secluded valley to tremble!
At that moment, the two Daoist sword illusions stabbed into the azure-blue wings, and feathers filled the sky, ringing with the sound of metal.
Chunyang Daoist's right-hand sword finger stood upright before his heart, and his left palm tightly gripped his right wrist. His loose sleeves danced wildly, and his arms trembled slightly, "What a sturdy demon body!"
"Let's cut it down for the Taoist master!" Jingqing Daoist also lost his previous amiable demeanor, and a sinister intent appeared on his youthful face.
A crisp clanging sound reverberated as the two illusory Dao swords finally pierced through the wings, sending a two-zhang-high splash of blood cascading down, drenching the Jade Green Spring in a layer of red mist.
"Argh!"
The sharp bird cry rang out again, this time in pain.
At this moment, a figure in a long robe had already reached the side of the wooden hut. Xiao Qiangwei's eyes gleamed with cold intent as she leaped from the air, attacking the white-robed old man on the ground. The massive wings, which had sprouted from his right arm, were her target.
With both palms imbued with powerful Gang Qi, she struck fiercely!
Boom! The old woman intercepted the attack, standing in front of her brother. Her hunched body staggered backward under the force.
Struggling to stabilize herself, her face turned icy: "To have summoned so many accomplices, this bandit leader must have quite the connections. I wonder, how much did he pay to bring you here to your deaths?"
"Such a charming young lady," Hone Jing's laughter grew, as he used his luxurious feathered robe to wipe the dried bloodstains on his arm. He then stepped forward, blocking the woman's path.
"..."
Xiao Qiangwei adjusted her breathing. The bandaged wound on her wrist showed signs of tearing again, but her palm still held the concentrated Gang Qi.
If this had been any other power in Tingyang Prefecture, they would likely have explained themselves and cleared up the misunderstanding.
But the Demon-Suppressing Bureau and the White Cloud Temple had never been in the habit of explaining themselves to demons.
She took in the three figures before her, instantly making her assessment.
One was in the Fully Condensed Core Stage, one in the Core Formation Stage, and the smallest was likely in the Seed Core Realm.
These three demons, if they appeared in Qingzhou, would most likely require the personal intervention of a Demon-Suppressing General to minimize the potential damage.
With this thought, Xiao Qiangwei dared not give them any more breathing room. She waved her palm, striking out once more!
However, something she hadn't anticipated happened. It seemed that the sword intent from the two illusory swords had provoked the old man, for his massive wing, which he had slashed out, suddenly glowed with an extremely eye-catching blue light!
It was a crimson feather hidden among the other feathers.
As it lit up, an invisible ripple seemed to form in the air, and when it touched the illusory Dao swords, they shattered almost silently, transforming back into Gang Qi and dissipating into the sky.
The old woman extended her right arm, and a crimson feather appeared.
As gentle red light surged, the horrifying wound on the old man's wing, caused by the Dao swords, healed within a breath, returning to its original state.
Compared to Xiao Qiangwei's reaction...
The two Daoists' response was more pronounced. They watched in disbelief as the Two-Polar Sword Intent crumbled, causing their breathing to quicken.
And when they saw the seemingly fatal piercing wound heal, their sword fingers trembled: "As expected... a demon with a heritage..."
"Hahaha!" Hone Jing seemed to revel in this feeling. He abruptly extended his arms, and on each arm, a feather appeared, one blue and one red, shimmering with light.
"Jing'er, move aside!" Before he could finish laughing, the old man suddenly shouted sternly.
As the words left his mouth, a powerful aura, carrying the might of a heaven-splitting blade, locked onto this spot, capturing everyone's attention.
On the other side of the valley, at the edge of a cliff...
A disheveled man stood up straight, his face haggard. In his hand, he held a dazzling divine bow, and with his other hand, he slowly drew the bowstring.
The delicate bowstring felt as heavy as a mountain.
Yan Xingkong stared calmly at Hone Jing, his aura erupting uncontrollably. The muscles on his arms bulged, his skin tearing, and blood gushed out, instantly soaking his clothes.
The bow was drawn halfway.
He had intended to push the bow with his leg, but his right leg had already lost all sensation.
Instead, he roughly grabbed the bowstring with his palm, his face contorting further, finally managing to draw the bowstring a little more.
His hair danced wildly as he drew the bow like a crescent moon!
A dazzling white light converged on the longbow, and though he stared at Hone Jing, the arrow cluster aimed unwaveringly at the old man!
(End of Chapter)
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