Sword drawn from the constellations, poison as its edge.

Chapter 62 Formless? Five Symbols?
Jiang Mingzhe pretended not to know and continued to circle at a speed of thirty or forty miles per hour.

Duan Yu, on the other hand, was so frightened that he cried out, "Big brother, big brother, it seems we're surrounded!"

Jiang Mingzhe ignored it until the encirclement became as big as a basketball court, at which point the sun finally set behind the mountain peak.

The darkness of night instantly intensified several times over.

"Hold on tight!" Jiang Mingzhe shouted.

I immediately regretted it.

This kid is on my back. I tell him to sit tight. Am I a horse or a carriage?
He couldn't help but shiver, and instinctively increased the speed of his internal energy circulation to the maximum!

Vroom! He subconsciously added the sound of an engine roaring.

Dark blue poisonous gas surged forth from the Yongquan acupoint with unprecedented force, rapidly vaporizing and merging into the thick darkness of the night.

Jiang Mingzhe moved with the speed of a cheetah pouncing on an antelope, his speed increasing dramatically. Before Fu Shengshi and the others could even see him, Jiang Mingzhe had already disappeared into the crowd.

"Stop him! Stop him quickly!" Envoy Fu was both angry and anxious, and led the women of Lingjiu Palace to try to intercept him.

However, Jiang Mingzhe did not fight them at all.

He remembered a scene from the original story:
Duan Yu and Mu Wanqing were stopped by four women from Lingjiu Palace, who suspected them of being runaway disciples of Wuliang Sword. Mu Wanqing suddenly attacked, killing three of them with a hidden arrow that drew blood. However, even with the last one remaining, Mu Wanqing was no match for her and was injured one after another. It was only when Duan Yu picked up the corpse and rammed it into the ground that Mu Wanqing was able to seize the opportunity to shoot an arrow and kill her opponent.

There were twelve such powerful women at the moment, and an even more formidable talisman envoy. It seemed they also had some kind of combined attack formation. Jiang Mingzhe naturally avoided them if possible.

Relying on his agile and unpredictable movements, he swiftly weaved through the crowd, his movements graceful and unrestrained. His feet traversed the hexagrams of the I Ching: Li, Ge, Tongren, Linsun, Jie, Zhongfu... He swept past countless fists, feet, and weapons like a wisp of smoke, quickly making a large circle.

Many of the less skilled disciples of the Wuliang Sword and Shennong Gang became his cover.

The Holy Envoy finally reacted and shouted, "Zuo Zimu, Xin Shuangqing, Sikong Xuan, tell all your useless subordinates to step back. Only leave the elders and protectors to join me in besieging this fiend!"

Jiang Mingzhe suddenly stopped, his hands forming sword incantations, and laughed loudly: "Since you're here, no one is leaving! Behold my Heavenly Demon Bone-Corroding Formless Sword Qi!"

Envoy Fu roared, "You're about to die and you still dare to spout nonsense! Come on, I, Fu Minyi, am waiting for your sword energy!"

Then Jiang Mingzhe pointed casually and said with a voiceover, "Whoosh!"

Fu Minyi was furious and was about to ask him if he was stupid when she saw a Wuliang Sword disciple suddenly fall down where Jiang Mingzhe was pointing.

Fu Minyi's attack suddenly stopped.

The women of Lingjiu Palace, along with the experts from Wuliang Sword and Shennong Gang, all stopped in their tracks.

Jiang Mingzhe pointed with both hands in quick succession: "Swish, swish, swish, swish swish, swish swish swish swish!"

His hands seemed to unleash invisible sword energy, causing chaos and destruction wherever they touched. First came the disciples of the Wuliang Sword Sect, then the disciples of the Shennong Gang. In an instant, more than thirty people had fallen, screaming in agony, "I've been stabbed! It pierced my lung! I can't breathe!" "Me too! Me too! I've been stabbed in the lung too!"

Situ Xuan touched the sore spot where he had been whipped and cried out in grief and indignation, "I knew he knew the Formless Sword Qi! His nickname is Invincible Divine Sword!"

Fu Minyi angrily said, "What's the point of saying all this now? This kind of invisible sword energy must consume a lot of internal energy. He's so young, how much skill can he possibly have if he started practicing from the womb? Tell your gang members to attack quickly!"

The group of experts felt a chill in their hearts upon hearing this. Fu Minyi's intention was clearly to have both families use human lives to deplete Jiang Mingzhe's power.

Jiang Mingzhe shook his head and chuckled, "Hey, girl, that's not how you lead a team. You have to use both kindness and strictness. It's not good to just be lenient, but treating people like dogs like you, who wouldn't hate you? Sooner or later they'd rebel against you." Situ Xuan and the others exchanged glances, thinking that Long Aotian was right. In the eyes of these holy envoys, they were probably less than dogs.

Fu Minyi roared, "I don't need your lecture! Are you all deaf? Send men to kill them!"

Jiang Mingzhe threw his head back and laughed, revealing his arrogance: "You want to exhaust my power? Fine, then so be it, take my 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin' move!"

After saying that, he pointed all ten fingers at once, wildly pointing at the sky. Those with lower skill levels around him fell to the ground screaming in pain.

Fu Minyi's hair stood on end!
To condense one's inner energy into a sword and injure someone invisibly is already a legendary martial art. But the sword energy unleashed by Long Aotian can actually shoot into the sky and then fall back down. This is hardly a martial art of the mortal realm. Calling him a terrestrial immortal would not be an exaggeration.

The other skilled fighters were also terrified and instinctively backed away.

Fu Minyi's eyes widened as if she had seen a ghost. Suddenly, she screamed, "I remember now! Master said that the great villain knew a technique called the White Rainbow Palm. Once mastered, the palm strike was unpredictable and impossible to defend against! You! You really are their son!"

The more she spoke, the more terrified she became, constantly backing away. She cried out urgently, "Even the son of this villain has mastered this martial art, not to mention the villain himself! Sisters, we can't die here! Someone must go back and tell our master this news so we can break out separately!"

After saying that, he flew away, throwing three small bottles into the air, which were aimed at Situ Xuan, Zuo Zimu, and Xin Shuangqing respectively: "This is the antidote for this year. If you can stop this person, you will have done a great service!"

Jiang Mingzhe laughed and said, "Did I say you could leave? Take this!"

Fu Minyi immediately twisted and dodged, landing with a stagger. She felt difficulty breathing, as if a piece of burning coal was stuck in her trachea. She was dizzy, nauseous, and her heart was pounding. She was terrified, wondering if she had failed to dodge his sword energy or if the aftershocks of his sword energy had already injured her.

Her thoughts raced, but she dared not stop running. She used all her strength to flee for her life. Fortunately, Jiang Mingzhe did not shoot any more sword energy. She did not know if it was blocked by Situ Xuan and the others.

In the blink of an eye, the women of Lingjiu Palace scattered like birds and beasts, fleeing in different directions, and not one of them dared to look back.

Jiang Mingzhe chuckled and looked at Situ Xuan and the others: "Why aren't you running away? Do you want to experience my Void-Piercing Sword Qi?"

Situ Xuan's expression was strange, and he said in a low voice, "It is the Heavenly Demon God's Bone-Corroding Formless Sword Qi."

Jiang Mingzhe slapped his forehead, thinking that it was all Fu Minyi's fault. She kept talking about invisible sword energy, and she had led me astray.

He stubbornly retorted, "What do you know? The Formless Sword Qi exists between existence and non-existence. It cuts through the flesh and severs the soul. If it were used, you would all be annihilated. Out of consideration for Heaven's benevolence, I am using the lower-level Innate Body-Breaking Formless Sword to let your souls enter the underworld for reincarnation."

Just now, Jiang Mingzhe displayed his great power. Duan Yu was afraid that if he spoke, he would be distracted and misdirect his energy, so he remained silent for a long time. At this moment, he couldn't help but speak up: "Brother is really kind-hearted. No wonder he can master such earth-shattering martial arts. It is even ten times more powerful than my father's One-Finger Divine Skill."

He had previously dared not mention that he came from the Duan family of Tiannan, but now he let it slip.

In her excitement, however, she didn't realize that she was only thinking about how good Jiang Mingzhe was: No wonder my brother looked down on the Xiaoyao Sect's kung fu. That Beiming Divine Art absorbs other people's power and uses it for its own purposes, just like a thief or robber stealing someone's money. How can it compare to my brother's innate formless sword qi? What's more, he also knows the Dutian Divine Demon Bone-Eating Formless Sword Qi, which sounds even more powerful. Huh, formless?

He was a great lover of the I Ching and Buddhism, and the word "formlessness" struck a chord with him. He subconsciously said, "The so-called formlessness, as the Mahayana Treatise says: Truth is inherently formless, Nirvana transcends the ten forms! The ten forms are form, sound, smell, taste, touch, birth, abiding, and decay, male, female, no-self, and no-dharma. My elder brother's formless divine sword, though it is said to annihilate your souls, is actually to guide you to the emptiness of all things..."

He rambled on and on, but no one could understand him. Jiang Mingzhe felt like he was carrying a huge, buzzing fly on his back, but since he was his sworn brother, he could only nod firmly and say, "My brother is right!"

Situ Xuan frowned deeply: "It really is the 'nothingness' of 'nothingness'? I originally thought it was this 'nothingness,' but now that the sword energy is penetrating my body, it feels like I've been poisoned by a scorpion. I thought it was the five elements of sword energy: snake, spider, scorpion, toad, and centipede..."

No wonder they're professionals!

Jiang Mingzhe secretly admired him, thinking that the old man was quite capable to be able to detect the centipede's venom. But why didn't he say anything earlier and let the women of Lingjiu Palace be scared away by him?
Just as I was about to ask more questions, I suddenly heard a scream: "Let me go right now, or my father will beat you to death if he finds out you bullied me!"

Although the voice conveyed a mixture of anger and fear, it was still sweet and melodious. Jiang Mingzhe felt that it sounded very familiar. After a moment of recollection, his eyes suddenly widened: It was Zhong Ling's voice!

　I recommend a Chinese entertainment novel, "How Did a Prodigal Son Get Transformed by a Celestial Beauty?" The author is a lawyer by profession, and the writing is excellent!
　　
　
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