Yinshan Record

Chapter 929 A Man Who Can Bend and Stretch Is Not a True Man (Part 2)
A hoarse sword cry, like the hunched back of an old man, carrying the last breath of resentment he couldn't swallow, drifted lightly down from the sky.

This is Su Che's sword escape technique.

The dim shadows shone into the hall of the Iron Dragon King, directly reducing the light in the room by a third.

It came so quickly.

Hua Gu was still surprised. Compared to their last meeting, Su Che's swordsmanship had obviously become much more refined.

Then I heard a sincere greeting.

"Painter Sister, Nongyue, are you two all cleaned up here, waiting to serve me?"

Su Che, dressed in a black cloak with disheveled hair, his eyes brimming with sword intent and a dark pupil flashing between his brows, barged straight in from outside the door.

It was truly a demonic star descending upon the world, with the Grand Duke Jupiter leading his troops, his entire being exuding a murderous aura as he rushed over.

This young master Hai straightened his robes and adopted the demeanor of a wealthy young nobleman.

"I am delighted to hear that Master Yang has taken charge of the Longevity Sect. I hope you will forgive any past disagreements..."

Young Master Hai bowed gracefully, showing great respect. Unfortunately, before he could utter the word "Han," a sword light shot straight at his throat.

Although Su Che's sword strike was hastily executed, using only 30% of his sword energy, with the current cultivation level of the Third Young Master Su, the power of this sword strike was enough to overturn this world.

Hai Gongzi looked flustered. A radiant light appeared behind his head, with five colors shimmering within: red, yellow, white, black, and blue, flowing endlessly.

The five elements are condensed, and the radiance rotates.

Amidst the layers of light, the roars of dragons and tigers echoed endlessly. Protected by boundless vitality, one could steal a sliver of life before the sword's edge.

This magical artifact gave Young Master Hai a sliver of hope, but Su Che's sword light flickered, and his sword stance shifted again; the sword intent was not aimed at him at all.

The sword's edge swirled, its intent rising to new heights, like a gentle evening rain transforming into a gust of wind, heading straight for the painted bone.

Hua Gu was caught off guard, and half of his arm was caught in the sword light and shredded into dust by Su Che's fine sword intent.

Even though she possessed formidable demonic skills, and her chilling demonic aura had just begun to emerge, she was struck head-on by such a sword light.

In an instant, Su Che had already reached his limit.

Hua Gu gritted his teeth and silently recited the Heavenly Demon Incantation. The flesh and blood that had been shredded by the sword transformed into a beam of light, carrying layers of demonic curses that coiled around Su Che.

The demonic path is unpredictable and unpredictable; it's not just a technique that only those who draw bones possess.

With a wave of her hand, Nongyue vanished into thin air, while Su Che raised his sword, pointing straight at the sky.

Unexpectedly, before Iron-Backed Dragon King and Jin Yunu in mid-air could react, Su Che wielded his sword with lightning speed and soared into the air inside the hall.

"Yang marrow!"

The Ironback Dragon King roared, and in his eyes, he saw a waterfall cascading down from beneath his feet. The water droplets that made up the long waterfall were tiny drops of pure sword intent.

The boundless sword intent scattered like water droplets, but when condensed into one, it becomes a raging torrent rushing towards the heavens.

It unfurled its dragon body, transforming its own muscular form into a meteorite that collided with the waterfall of swords.

Blood and flesh were everywhere.

The pain was excruciating.

The dragon's body was torn open by the sword intent, leaving countless tiny wounds, and bursts of blood overflowed, turning into a blood mist in the air.

With a roar, the Ironback Dragon King tore apart the boundless primordial energy between heaven and earth, swallowing it all into his body.

Its body continued to expand, as if it wanted to block out the entire sky.

But where in the world can Su Che still be seen?
The Ironback Dragon King let out a long roar.

It's an old monster with many years of experience, so it naturally knows the best choice at the moment.

With a flick of its tail, the dragon unleashed boundless magical power, hurling it viciously at Jin Yunu, who was standing nearby.

Jin Yunu thought Su Che was going to make a move, but she never expected it to be so decisive. Helpless, she could only take the Iron-Backed Dragon King's hateful blow head-on.

The Void-Stepping Master expanded the boundary, and all kinds of primordial energy within the world boiled like a cauldron...

Iron-backed Dragon King, Golden Jade Slave, Painting Bone, Playing with the Moon, and that mysterious Sea Prince... their respective domains opened up, demarcating their territories amidst the primordial energy of heaven and earth.

"Please be patient, everyone."

The Sea Prince was surrounded by what seemed like a deep, dark ocean, with the images of countless strange beasts appearing and disappearing within it. His eyes were like lightning, with a faint bloodline running through his pupils as he quietly surveyed the world before him.

"Such exquisite escape techniques cannot be maintained..."

With a roar, the Iron-Backed Dragon King cleaved his body into a ball and slammed it down on Jin Yunu. At this moment, Jin Yunu could only open a white jade bottle and release countless Yin demons from it, forming a turbid stream to barely support him.

To die.

Jin Yunu gritted her teeth. She used to rely on her connections to move around and enjoy a superior status within the Changsheng Sect. Now, facing an enemy head-on, she realized just how far she was from a true Void Step expert.

“Om, Sudari, Sudari, Bodhisattva…”

The demonic chanting caused all the demons to bow down. Countless evil spirits gradually took shape amidst the incantation, condensing into a celestial palace, with its multi-tiered buildings and magnificent architecture.

This is the secret method passed down by the Longevity Sect.

Jin Yunu's figure shifted, and she entered the palace.

With her Yang Marrow concealed, regardless of her intentions, she was the sole target in the eyes of the several Void Steps before her, while he himself couldn't even withstand a single Iron-Backed Dragon King, let alone the others...

however.

The shadows were boiling like water.

The countless demons living in this place, regardless of their species, are all looking at what lies beneath them.

The shadow, this innate companion, a phenomenon created by light, is now undergoing change.

It was like a cauldron of poison boiling in a hot pan, or a lump of clay dissipating. The originally formless things seemed to have gained the concept of "weight" in that instant, and were constantly being pulled and tugged.

Following the shadows, a force is quietly stirring the minds of many demons.

Su Che's figure did not disappear. In fact, he was not far from Young Master Hai. It was just that the sword intent from the Lihe Pavilion interfered with these people's perception. Under the obscuration of their vision, Su Che really seemed to have disappeared.

Of course, this is not only the stealth technique of the Lihe Pavilion, but also the result of Su Che's extensive study and mastery of swordsmanship.

With the "scale" vaguely perceived by the sword intent, the Yang marrow appeared and disappeared in the shadows of countless demons in the perception of these people.

"Contaminate the Yin Demon!"

Nongyue cried out. She had already made her judgment: Yang Sui was going to use his subtle methods to completely corrupt and kill all the demons in the entire mountain range.

However, Hua Gu sensed something was amiss.

As a former top disciple of the Zhaoyang Holy Sect and the number one demonic sect within the Changsheng Sect, she could sense something different.

The power lurking in the shadows did not come from the Demonic Sect, or rather, it did not only come from the Demonic Sect.

It was as if a thin veil covered her eyes, preventing her from seeing what lay behind her.

A long sword appeared in Su Che's hand.

Cut off water.

The sword blade was icy cold, imbued with Su Che's unparalleled sword intent.

For sword cultivators, swords are the foundation of their life and death. When a sword cultivator reaches the Core Formation stage, they must condense a sword embryo, and at the same time, a very special connection will form between the sword and the weapon.

The sword embryo embodies the swordsman's sword intent.

For a Xuanmen cultivator like Su Che who walks the path of creation, such a thing simply doesn't exist. And a sword is even less of a tool to carry the Great Dao; it's merely an object.

Since it's an object, it's fine as long as it works.

The sword he had casually crafted now gleamed with a chilling aura. Su Che seemed like a priest in a grand ceremony, following an ancient dance, singing praises to someone high in the sky...

This is indeed the case.

Using his sword as a guide, Su Che was searching for a place to rely on within the laws of heaven and earth.

Praising Heaven and Earth is the gateway to the profound.