Mythical Cultivation

Suddenly, a flying sword flashed with cold light and sped towards Wu Ming at lightning speed. Wherever the sword passed, even the surrounding air seemed to be cut apart, leaving behind a series of shallow traces!

Faced with such a fierce attack, Wu Ming remained remarkably calm. Without hesitation, he summoned his flying sword, and instantly, the golden sword in his hand fiercely slashed at the speeding flying sword! Instantly, bursts of crisp and pleasant collisions echoed in the air, endlessly.

At this moment, Senior Brother Zhang on the side was thinking to himself: "This kid really has some skills. Although his cultivation is slightly inferior to mine, it may not be easy to defeat him easily. After all, he was born in a famous sect like Qingyun Sect, and his foundation and strength are naturally not to be underestimated." Thinking of this, Senior Brother Zhang couldn't help but become more wary of the opponent in front of him.

So he thought about it, and saw the flying swords instantly transformed into four, rushing away like meteors. This was the legendary technique of sword light splitting.

You have to remember, this was a unique skill he had only recently mastered! Throughout the entire sect, there were only a handful of outer disciples capable of mastering such advanced techniques. With this skill at his disposal, he secretly thought: Even against those senior brothers at the ninth level of Qi Refining, he wouldn't necessarily be at a disadvantage. After all, only after a real fight could the true strength of the two sides be determined.

"Junior Sister Linglong, wait and see how I perform this sword light splitting technique. When I make a move, the opponent will definitely not be able to fight back and will have no choice but to admit defeat." Senior Brother Zhang said as he distracted himself by showing his courtesy to the female cultivator beside him.

The woman known as Junior Sister Linglong blushed and shyly replied, "Senior Brother Zhang, I've always believed in your exceptional strength. You'll definitely win this time! Come on!"

At this moment, Wu Ming, who was originally fighting fiercely with a male cultivator, suddenly caught a glimpse of the two people from the Hehuan Sect showing their affection as if no one was around.

Initially, his focus was on Senior Brother Zhang, but in a split second, the situation seemed to shift subtly—Sister Linglong, the female cultivator, became the center of attention. Perhaps it was the powerful allure of her Dream Dance, her specialty. Fortunately, this allure had no effect on him, otherwise he would have been drawn in.

However, at this moment, seeing that Senior Brother Zhang dared to distract and interrupt him when they were fighting fiercely, and did not take him seriously at all, Wu Ming could not help but feel a surge of anger in his heart.

He would not easily tolerate such contempt. Since the other party wanted to show off his sword light splitting technique in front of his junior sister, he would defeat him in the field that the other party was most proud of and make him lose face completely!

As the two men conversed, Wu Ming's face darkened as he rapidly formed hand seals with his hands, silently chanting a spell. Instantly, the golden sword in the air erupted with dazzling light, then instantly split into dozens of sharp sword energies, streaking out like meteors—this was Wu Ming's sword light splitting technique!

These dozens of sword lights slashed at the four opposing sword lights at astonishing speed. In just a moment, they crushed the opponent's sword lights like withering dry wood and rotten wood, turning them into ashes and dissipating without a trace. And then, these remaining sword lights did not pause for a moment, continuing to roar towards Senior Brother Zhang with great momentum!

Senior Brother Zhang had just used the sword light transformation technique, but before he could react, he saw his sword light collapse, and then dozens of sword lights came towards him. Frightened, he quickly threw out several talismans to resist, but unfortunately these talismans could not withstand dozens of sword lights.

Fortunately, these talismans delayed the sword's blast for a moment, allowing him to summon his own defensive artifact—the mid-grade Canglong Pearl. Dozens of sword beams slashed at the Canglong Pearl's protective shield, with dozens of loud cracks. Finally, the sword beams were blocked, but a tiny crack appeared on the Canglong Pearl, making it unusable. This distressed him deeply.

Seeing that dozens of sword lights could not defeat it, Wu Ming pinched his fingers and dozens of sword lights appeared in the air, and then slashed at the opponent again. At the same time, he strengthened the defense of the Xuanwu Shield to prevent the female monk from making a sneak attack.

Senior Brother Zhang watched as the dozens of sword beams swarmed toward him like locusts, and a sense of panic welled up in his heart. Just now, these few dozen sword beams had easily shattered the magical weapon he relied on for protection. If it happened again, how would he resist?

He gripped the flying sword tightly, holding it in mid-air, attempting to block Wu Ming's fierce attack. However, the moment the flying sword clashed with the sword light, only a crisp shattering sound was heard, and the flying sword fell to the ground with a mournful cry.

Seeing the remaining sword beams continue to strike him unhindered, Senior Brother Zhang was extremely anxious. Without hesitation, he reached into the storage bag at his waist and threw out all the remaining dozen or so talismans, hoping to stop Wu Ming's attack.

These talismans exploded in mid-air, but disappointingly, most of them were offensive! Suddenly, fireballs, ice arrows, wind blades, earth spikes, and other spells bombarded the dozens of sword beams. Although they successfully offset a small portion of the sword beams, it was ultimately a drop in the bucket.

The defensive talismans he'd used up had already been used up, and now only a few remained. Senior Brother Zhang gritted his teeth, quickly pulled out the few remaining talismans, chanted an incantation, and activated them. Suddenly, ice walls, earth shields, and light shields materialized from thin air, surrounding him.

Could these makeshift defenses withstand Wu Ming's remaining sword blasts? Senior Brother Zhang stared nervously ahead, not daring to relax even a moment. Suddenly, he remembered that Junior Sister Linglong hadn't made a move yet. Without caring about his appearance, he quickly asked the female cultivator nearby for help.

"Junior Sister Linglong, this enemy is so ferocious that I really can't resist it. I hope you can come to my aid quickly!" Senior Brother Zhang shouted in horror.

"Senior Brother Zhang, you swore before that the other party was no match for you. I was really looking forward to seeing you show off your prowess and defeat that opponent." The female cultivator said tenderly, her beautiful eyes full of admiration and adoration.

Hearing this, the male cultivator was immediately anxious: "Oh, Junior Sister Linglong, the situation is critical right now, how can we still have time to joke? Hurry up and help, Senior Brother, I really can't hold on any longer. If you don't help me, I'm afraid I will die here today!"

However, in the face of the male cultivator's desperate pleas, the female cultivator remained indifferent. She just stood quietly by and watched as dozens of sharp sword lights fell like raindrops, instantly chopping Senior Brother Zhang into a pool of bloody flesh.