Chapter 303 Easily Taken
I do not know if it was a coincidence, but a strange wind suddenly blew across the Heaven Stele Plaza, kicking up dust all over the ground.
The purple-robed elder's pupils shrank slightly.
His twelve natal blood swords hummed and trembled in their scabbards, as if sensing something.
But under the gaze of the crowd, he had to step into the battle circle with a gloomy face.
"Li Cangnan of the Heaven Severing Holy Land, here to learn your brilliant moves."
The jade slip in Mo Yandao's hand suddenly burst with piercing light, condensing in the air into.
"Begin".
Two characters.
Almost simultaneously—.
"Clang!"
Twelve blood-colored rainbows broke through the air!
Li Cangnan made hand seals with both hands, and the twelve blood swords interwove in the air to form a dragnet.
Each sword dragged a blood-colored tail flame over a zhang long, dyeing half the plaza red.
Before the sword formation arrived, the sharp sword aura had already plowed twelve deep grooves into the meteorite iron ground.
Someone among the watching cultivators exclaimed.
"It is the Blood River Sword Formation! Elder Li's famous ultimate technique!"
Han Yu did not even raise his eyelids.
He pressed his right hand on the sword hilt and pushed gently with his thumb—.
"Qiang!"
A clear sword sound resounded through the clouds.
At the instant the Azure Edge sword left its sheath, the sword aura of the entire Heaven Stele Plaza paused for a moment.
The sword body was as clear as autumn water, and at this moment, it was spitting out cold light that made people's hearts palpitate.
"Resist Heaven, Defend!"
Han Yu lightly spat out these two words, and the Azure Edge sword suddenly extended forward with the most simple posture.
No fancy sword light, no dazzling sword aura, just such an ordinary block.
"Arrogant!"
Li Cangnan shouted in anger, and the twelve blood swords changed direction simultaneously, biting toward that seemingly defenseless Azure Edge sword like a pack of wolves.
"Ding—".
The first blood sword collided with the Azure Edge, issuing the crisp sound of metal and iron intersecting.
What was creepy was that the blood sword, capable of piercing through mountains, was actually blocked in mid-air by this plain sword, unable to advance an inch!
The smiles of the Heaven Severing Holy Land disciples froze on their faces.
Li Cangnan's expression changed slightly, and his hand seals changed rapidly.
The remaining eleven blood swords stabbed towards the vital points around Han Yu's body from all directions.
Every sword carried a piercing sound of breaking air.
Han Yu's footsteps did not stop.
He turned his wrist slightly, and the Azure Edge sword drew a perfect arc.
This movement seemed slow, but it precisely parried the second and third incoming blood swords.
The sparks of the sword blades colliding drew brilliant trajectories in the air.
"Bang!"
The fourth blood sword was hit on the spine of the sword by the body of the Azure Edge sword and actually flew backward as if struck by lightning, inserting deeply into the distant meteorite iron ground.
Li Cangnan let out a muffled groan, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth—his natal sword was damaged, and his spiritual mind was already injured.
A flash of surprise crossed Lin Wan's eyes: Han kid's Resist Heaven Sword Intent has improved again.
The battle situation began to become strange.
Every step Han Yu took was extremely steady, and the Azure Edge sword either picked or wiped, parrying the incoming blood swords one by one.
Although Li Cangnan's sword formation had great momentum, it was never able to break through that seemingly ordinary Azure Edge sword.
"Seventh step."
Xiao Chen suddenly spoke up.
Only then did everyone realize that Han Yu had already stepped forward seven steps, while Li Cangnan was forced to retreat seven steps!
Even more terrifyingly, Han Yu's every sword strike precisely hit the most vulnerable sword guard of the blood swords.
"Bastard!"
Li Cangnan finally became furious.
He bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of essence blood onto the sword seal.
The twelve blood swords suddenly merged into one, turning into a blood-colored giant sword three zhang long, with ferocious ghost face patterns appearing on the sword body.
"Blood River Inverted!"
The giant sword chopped down from above with the momentum to split mountains and sever mountain ranges.
Before the sword edge arrived, the terrifying pressure had already caused the meteorite iron ground within ten zhang to collapse by three inches!
Han Yu finally looked up.
A flash of green light flashed in his eyes, and the Azure Edge sword suddenly turned from extreme stillness to extreme motion.
The sword tip picked up gently—.
"Clang!!!"
In the earth-shattering loud noise, the blood-colored giant sword was actually held back by this picking motion!
At the point where the sword tip and the sword edge pressed against each other, space twisted into visible ripples.
The meteorite iron under Han Yu's feet exploded, but his hand holding the sword was as steady as a rock.
"Eighth step."
Han Yu suddenly spoke.
He shook his right wrist, and dazzling green light lit up on the Azure Edge sword.
That blood-colored giant sword was actually shaken and flew backward by the force of this shake!
Li Cangnan looked as if he had been struck by lightning, retreating three steps in a row before stabilizing his figure, his face already pale as paper.
"Impossible..."
He looked at his natal sword tremblingly.
The ghost face patterns on the sword body were fading at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Han Yu did not give him a chance to catch his breath.
The Azure Edge sword suddenly turned into a streak of cyan lightning, simply and unpretentiously stabbing straight towards Li Cangnan's throat.
This sword was so fast that it didn't even leave a shadow, as if the sword itself should have been there.
"Clang clang clang!"
Li Cangnan hastily recalled the blood swords to block.
Three blood swords crossed into a net, but under that straight stab, they retreated in defeat.
With every step back, another footprint half a foot deep appeared under his feet.
"Ninth step."
Han Yu's voice was still calm.
But at this moment, to Li Cangnan, it was like the whisper of the God of Death.
The Azure Edge sword suddenly changed its move, from a stab to a sweep, and the sword body slapped against the nearest blood sword.
"Crack!"
That blood sword broke in response.
Li Cangnan seemed to suffer a heavy blow and suddenly sprayed a mouthful of blood.
The remaining blood swords also wailed and fell to the ground, the blood light on them dim like a candle in the wind.
The middle-aged man from the Heaven Severing Holy Land had already stood up, but he was forced by Xiao Chen's cold gaze not to act rashly.
Han Yu finally stopped walking.
He stood only three feet away from Li Cangnan, the tip of the Azure Edge sword pointing lightly at the other's chest.
"You lost."
Three simple words, but they made Li Cangnan feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
He lowered his head to look at the sword tip pointing at his chest, then raised his head to look at Han Yu's eyes, which were calm as water.
"I..."
Li Cangnan's Adam's apple rolled, and finally he lowered his head dejectedly.
"I admit defeat."
The sound of the Azure Edge sword returning to its sheath was crisp and pleasant.
Han Yu turned and walked towards the Immortal Spirit Holy Land camp, leaving behind a deathly silence.
Only when his boots stepped over that circle line did Mo Yandao announce as if waking from a dream.
"The second round, Immortal Spirit Holy Land wins!"
At the instant Li Cangnan was defeated and retreated, the face of that middle-aged man from the Heaven Severing Holy Land was so gloomy that water could drip from it.
The fingers behind his back trembled slightly—the strength of the Immortal Spirit Holy Land far exceeded his estimation.
"Elder Zhou."
The middle-aged man suddenly spoke, his voice carrying a majesty that allowed for no refusal.
"It is your turn to make a move."
In the Heaven Severing Holy Land camp, a gray-robed Taoist, who was out of place amidst the surrounding purple-red attire, walked out slowly.
Hanging from his waist was not a sword, but a simple and ancient turtle shell, carved with obscure hexagrams.
"It is Zhou Mantian!"
A sudden exclamation erupted among the onlookers.
"The Heaven Severing Elder known as Number Three in Divination under Heaven!"
What was most terrifying about this Elder Zhou was not his combat power, but that unpredictable divination art of his.
A sneer appeared at the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth.
This move was a backup he had prepared long ago—since it was the Heaven Severing Holy Land's turn to designate an opponent, why not let this elder proficient in divination choose a soft persimmon that he was 100% sure to defeat?
After Zhou Mantian stood still, his withered fingers began to calculate.
He first looked at Jiang Che, and just as his fingertips touched the copper coin phantom, his face changed suddenly.
The hexagram showed: if he fights, he will suffer backlash and be heavily injured, near death!
A drop of cold sweat slid down his temple.
When his gaze turned to Ji Lingxiu, Zhou Mantian's fingers trembled even more.
This time the hexagram was even more terrifying: Great Misfortune! Dead End!
He even saw the illusion of his own natal turtle shell shattering.
When his gaze fell on Chen Xingcai, this divination master finally couldn't hold it together.
The Taoist robe on his back was instantly soaked by cold sweat!
What the hell...
Zhou Mantian cursed in his heart, where did this Immortal Spirit Holy Land gather so many monsters?
Finally, his gaze fell on Lin Wan.
The woman in the plain skirt stood quietly behind Xiao Chen, her veil moving lightly in the wind, without half a trace of spiritual power fluctuation around her.
"Eh?"
Zhou Mantian cried out softly.
His divination actually couldn't see through this person's cultivation, as if there was a layer of fog shrouding them.
Even stranger was that the hexagram was neither Great Misfortune nor a good omen, but a rare.
"Unknown".
However... Unknown is better than certain death!
Zhou Mantian felt as if he had found a treasure, his withered finger suddenly pointing at Lin Wan.
"I choose her!"
As soon as the words fell—.
Xiao Chen, Han Yu, Jiang Che, Ji Lingxiu, and Chen Xingcai all changed color almost at the same time.
He chose... Martial Aunt!?
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