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Chapter 454 It's understandable that he was defeated by Gu Shaoan.

The sword energy, as fine as a gentle drizzle, instantly filled everyone's vision.

However, just as the sword energy was about to strike, Ba Shiba seemed to sense something and said in a deep voice, "Be careful, the aura of this sword energy is different from the one before."

Almost at the same time that Ba Shiba spoke, Si Hanfei, Xuan Mie, Du Shan, and Wang Yizhao also noticed the change in the aura within these sword energies.

If the sword energy that Gu Shaoan had previously gathered was like autumn rain spreading in the air, although disordered, it was still possible to distinguish between density and sparseness, allowing people to grasp some gaps.

Now, these sword energies are no longer just floating in the air, but rather carrying a heavy, heart-pounding downward pressure.

Like the setting sun, its light fading away.

Amidst the rain of swords, a force resembling a "falling sun" suddenly appeared.

It is precisely the momentum of "Sword Four - Falling Sun" in the "Emei Sword Manual".

With just one more sword stance, the power of the sword energy suddenly increased several times over.

"buzzing"

The air was compressed, emitting a faint, mournful sound. The power of heaven and earth within the sword domain seemed to be suddenly intensified, and even the wind became low and heavy.

The sheer sharpness of the sword energy alone was enough to send chills down the spines of Leng Yan and the other dozen or so Qi Condensation Realm warriors, who dared not even attempt to meet it head-on.

As the sword energy approached with the force of a falling sun, Leng Yan and more than a dozen other martial artists from the Great Yuan Kingdom who had condensed their Yuan Qi into Gang Qi all hurriedly dodged.

Within Gu Shaoan's sword domain, almost everyone's reaction was exactly as Gu Shaoan had anticipated.

How could Shurangama and others possibly evade them?

As soon as Lengyan and the others set off, they suddenly felt a chill in their hearts, as if their entire being was being locked in by a sense of unease.

The next second, two sword energies pressed down from Leng Yan's left side, one slashing at his ankle close to the ground, and the other falling from mid-air to slash at his shoulder.

He tried to dodge to the right, but three more sword energies blocked his way in a triangular formation.

At the same time, dozens of sword energies approached him from several different locations above his head, in front of him, and behind him.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of sword energies completely sealed off Leng Yan's body, leaving him with no way to avoid them and forcing him to take the blows head-on.

Having realized his predicament, Lengyan roared, his aura suddenly rising.

The next instant, the sand beneath his feet was whipped up by the gale, and a thick wall of energy solidified in front of him, like a dark, imposing city wall.

Immediately afterwards, Lengyan brought his palms together and then separated them.

The vital energy surged like a tidal wave, rising from the dantian and flowing along the meridians of the arms into the palms.

At the same time, his brow twitched, and his spiritual energy was forcibly activated, transforming into a faint, dark flame that clung to his skin and meridians.

The flames were not like fire, but rather like demonic flames.

Silent and still, yet carrying a sinister, devouring aura, it enveloped his two hands as if they were not flesh and blood, but rather two pieces of black iron refined by a secret technique.

Just then, the first sword energy arrived.

It came from the left side of the Shurangama Sutra, close to the ground, with its sword posture low, like a strand of gold thread pressed to the ground.

But when it got really close, the force of the falling sun was fully revealed. It was just a thin sword aura, but it seemed to carry the weight of an entire sky.

In an instant, all that remained in Leng Yan's vision was that cold, golden light.

He thrust out with both palms, one in front of the other, the palm force overlapping in the air, his physical energy and spiritual energy pressing down simultaneously, attempting to disperse and deflect the sword energy.

The next moment, palm and sword touched.

There was no roar, nor was there a stalemate.

In Lengyan's perception and vision, the sword energy before him seemed to slip in through the gap in his palm, or like a thin blade precisely striking his softest spot. The outer layer of Lengyan's palm energy was sliced ​​open first, the cut almost coldly clean.

Immediately afterwards, the layer of dark spiritual energy flames was also dissected.

It wasn't scattered, but rather torn directly into two pieces, like the helpless separation of thin paper when sliced ​​by a knife.

Subsequently, Leng Yan's superimposed palm force was severed at the same time.

The feeling wasn't of being crushed, but rather of being cut off in the middle. One moment it was pushing forward, and the next it lost its support, the force of the palm strike collapsing empty and lifeless.

Even as the palm strike collapsed, the sword energy continued forward.

It pressed against Lengyan's palm almost without any pause.

A soft hissing sound exploded in Leng Yan's ears, yet it was as fine as a needle piercing leather.

A deep, bone-revealing sword wound stretched across the edge of his palm, the flesh torn and the blood appearing dull under the golden light.

The white bone flashed by, then was quickly stained red by the gushing blood.

Leng Yan's pupils contracted sharply in that instant.

It was only at this moment that he clearly realized how naive his previous judgment had been.

He thought that by stacking his palm strikes, internal energy, and spiritual energy, he could withstand the falling sun sword energy.

But real contact told him that all his defenses were nothing but a joke in the face of these sword energies.

"Is such strength really something a martial artist who has reached the Qi Condensation stage can possess?"

At the same moment he felt a sharp pain in his palm, the sword energy followed closely behind.

But just like before, even though Leng Yan tried his best to gather all his own internal energy and spiritual energy into protective qi, he was still unable to do so.

However, when these sword energies approached him, they still smoothly sliced ​​through his protective aura and then passed through Leng Yan's body with unstoppable force.

A chill also emerged from Lengyan's body at this moment.

Immediately following was a series of uncontrollable stinging pains.

Previously, Lengyan had never been able to understand this.

How could his master Pang Ban, who was as powerful as a demon god in his heart, be defeated one day by a rising star in the Great Wei Kingdom?

But now, just before his consciousness was about to dissipate, Lengyan suddenly felt a sense of relief.

It's reasonable to think that Pang Ban was defeated by Gu Shaoan.

As Pang Ban's disciple, Leng Yan, even though he had just entered the level of Condensing Yuan Qi into Gang Qi, was still far more powerful than ordinary people.

Even Leng Yan had almost no strength left to fight back against Gu Shaoan's sword energy, let alone other martial artists in the Great Yuan Kingdom who had condensed their Yuan Qi into Gang Qi.

The sword energies seemed to move through an empty space, ruthlessly tearing apart the martial arts techniques and personal qi that these Yuan Dynasty warriors were so proud of before landing on them.

In an instant, the sounds of sharp blades slicing through flesh, accompanied by screams, echoed all around.

Hearing these screams, Ba Shiba and Si Hanfei both urged their three flowers to help. But just as the two of them were urging their three flowers to provide support, sword energies suddenly condensed, forcing Ba Shiba, Si Hanfei, and the other six Celestial Realm warriors to become completely immobilized. They could only watch as the terrifying sword energies condensed by Gu Shaoan pierced through Leng Yan and the others.

In just three breaths, none of the dozen or so Qi Condensation Realm warriors in the Great Yuan Kingdom were able to stand.

Some died on the spot, while others were still convulsing and struggling, but were soon pinned to the ground by the falling sword energy.

After taking in the surrounding situation, Ba Shiba was the first among them to calm down.

He formed hand seals, releasing his spiritual energy and physical energy simultaneously, transforming them into layers of unique energy walls.

However, when the Falling Sun Sword Qi fell, the protective layer was pressed down and made a slight cracking sound, forcing Eighth Master Ba to use both hands to strike out, creating a sky full of palm shadows, in order to barely block all the sword qi that came rushing up from all around.

Even so, after blocking all these sword energies, Ba Shiba couldn't help but take a half step back.

Si Hanfei roared, his spear shooting straight into the sky as if to prop up the collapsing heavens.

The spearhead collided head-on with the falling sun sword energy, producing a series of ear-piercing metallic sounds.

He could shatter the sword energy with his spear, but every time the sword energy was destroyed by the spear, Si Hanfei would be so shocked by the force within the condensed sword energy that his tiger's mouth would go numb and his arm bones would ache faintly.

Wang Yizhao continued to clear the way with his knife.

His sword strikes were wide and powerful, as fierce as a mountain, and could indeed cleave through the direct pressure of the falling sun's sword energy. However, while he could cleave through the "front," he could not cleave through the "aftershocks"—as the force of the falling sun descended, the pressure of the surrounding space also increased, and each swing of his sword felt like swinging a mountain in a quagmire, with his strength being consumed extremely quickly.

A wisp of sword energy grazed the back of his blade, the residual force causing his arm to sink and the blade to deviate by half an inch.

Half an inch.

The next sword energy cut through the half-inch gap, slicing a bloody gash on his shoulder, instantly staining his clothes red with blood.

Wang Yizhao gritted his teeth, his face turning ashen.

Xuanmie and Dushan remain the most stable, but they are also starting to struggle.

The two men, their Buddhist spirits aligned, resembled two mountain gates supporting the falling sun and the collapsing sky.

However, under the impact of Gu Shaoan's sword energy, the Buddhist aura that the two had condensed, though stable, began to tremble slightly under the continuous pressure.

Each tremor means that the internal energy needs to circulate more to repair itself.

Du Shan's breathing became noticeably heavier, and Xuan Mie's forehead was also covered in a thin layer of sweat.

They can still hold on, but they have gone from "holding firm" to "holding on desperately".

However, at this moment on the battlefield, the person under the greatest pressure was none other than Zhu Houzhao.

Having already tried, Zhu Houzhao knew that not only could his "Absorption Technique" not neutralize Gu Shaoan's sword energy, but he himself had also been injured by absorbing Gu Shaoan's sword energy.

Therefore, Zhu Houzhao dared not use the "Absorption Technique" to deal with the approaching sword energy, but instead dodged with his body movements and blocked with his internal energy.

However, the landing points of these sword energies were extremely tricky, as if they had already calculated his most reasonable evasion route. Every time his afterimage flashed, a sword energy pressed down on the place where he was going to land next, forcing him to change direction.

After several changes in direction, Zhu Houzhao's qi finally became slightly disordered.

He felt a tightness in his chest, and a metallic taste rose in his throat, which he quickly suppressed.

At this moment, Zhu Houzhao's own weakness became apparent.

Compared to other Celestial Realm cultivators, Zhu Houzhao's strength almost entirely relies on the "Absorption Technique" rather than his own arduous cultivation.

Because of his status, Zhu Houzhao's combat experience was far inferior to that of other martial artists at the Celestial Realm.

This meant that Zhu Houzhao, despite possessing formidable skills and various martial arts techniques, was actually weaker than Wang Yizhao.

At this moment, Gu Shaoan stood in the center of the sword domain, like a true master of placing a piece on the center.

The Heaven-Slaying Sword remained firmly in Gu Shaoan's hand.

The power of heaven and earth, the momentum of heaven and earth, and the sword energy that can be condensed at any time and place are like chess pieces in Gu Shaoan's hand.

Within the confines of the camp, everyone clearly felt as if they were imprisoned in a constantly tightening jail.

However, the prison walls were not thick wooden bars, nor were they neatly stacked, rigid walls, but rather these omnipresent yet all-pervasive chilling sword auras.

Gu Shaoan remained standing at a distance, his Yitian Sword slightly lowered, without taking a single step.

It resembles an ancient, unmoving rock formation, or a towering mountain that is both awe-inspiring and unattainable.

However, as time went by, the suffocating feeling that Zhu Houzhao and the others initially felt when they were in the sword domain was gradually smoothed out by their constant resistance and endurance, and they began to adapt to the sword energy.

This was especially evident in Zhu Houzhao's case.

Although Zhu Houzhao had several wounds on his shoulder and right arm, his movements were noticeably more composed as he dodged and defended against the sword energy.

Inside the arena, Si Hanfei's spear trembled, the tip of which trailed a cold glint before he swung it forward with a sudden motion.

Like Wang Yizhao, Si Hanfei's martial arts movements are fierce and domineering, with wide and sweeping movements, full of the feeling of military ranks.

The crimson energy surged like demonic flames, exploding along the spear shaft like a scarlet wave rolling out close to the ground.

The next instant, more than a dozen approaching sword energies were directly hit by the wave.

The golden, cold light exploded into fragments within the scarlet aura, and a series of delicate sword cries rang out.

The sword energy was shattered, deflected, and a brief gap was forcibly cleared.

Si Hanfei stomped his foot, sending dust and sand flying.

Taking advantage of this brief moment of respite, he took a half-step forward, his shoulders and back taut like an iron bow, his eyes blazing with killing intent as he stared directly at the white-clad figure in the center of the sword domain.

That glance was no longer just a sign of defensive disarray, but rather as if they had finally seen a way to break through.

Wang Yizhao followed closely behind. He used a slashing motion to deflect the descending sword energy, then used another horizontal slash to force back the incoming sword beams from the flanks. He also took a small half-step forward.

As Xuanmie and Dushan cooperated, they also became more composed and less somber and flustered.

The rain of swords continued, but Zhu Houzhao and the others no longer moved haphazardly. Instead, they became more like a slowly turning but increasingly stable siege engine as they endured the attack.

The situation and circumstances seemed to be beginning to tilt in favor of Zhu Houzhao and his associates.

Despite the changes in everyone's demeanor, Gu Shaoan remained oblivious, standing far away with his Yitian Sword slightly lowered, its tip pointing to the ground, his robes fluttering gently in the wind of the sword domain.

The situation seems to be really starting to tilt in their favor.

In an instant, Zhu Houzhao and Ba Shiba and others all quickened their pace.

Ba Shiba, Si Hanfei, and the others also began to try to resist the surrounding sword energy again, while moving closer to Gu Shaoan in the distance.

While using his sword sense to perceive the situation of Zhu Houzhao and the others in the arena, Gu Shaoan subtly glanced at the canyon peak of Yixiantian out of the corner of his eye.

"It's already come to this, can you still hold back?"

　I kept dozing off while writing, I was so sleepy! Sorry it's late!
　
(End of this chapter)