Chapter 741: Building Fences And Forging Iron (2/2)
His eyes had been wounded by Ning Que at the side door of the Academy, but he did not hate the Academy; it had been a fair fight. He only wanted to defeat the Academy, no matter who it was, even if it was only once.
However, his howling suddenly stopped.
A myriad of emotions crossed his face.
He had sensed that his Natal Sword had touched several threads that were like instrument strings.
However, they were not instrument strings.
There were too many of them.
There were so many threads, it seemed like a web.
It was a web, waiting for him to plunge into it.
Beigong Weiyang had been focused on his instrument strings, not caring about what was happening on the battlefield. The Second Brother was standing there like a mountain, so he a.s.sumed he was safe.
That's why he was shocked when Liu Yiqing's mystical shadow of sword flew down from the sky and appeared inside the metal tent before him, almost plunging right into his chest.
Just like the Great Divine Priest of Revelation had said, he and Ximen Buhuo cultivated through tonality; they would not know how to fight even if they reached the Knowing Destiny State. As such, he had no way to deal with the flying sword.
Beigong Weiyang thought that he was going to die.
Then, he recalled that there were many people around, so he knew that he would not.
He did not die indeed.
The Seventh Sister, Mu You lifted her wrist slightly. She held an embroidery needle in her fingers and pierced it through the cloth.
The red thread on the embroidery needle had been hanging down on the ground, tied around everyone's ankles and metal rods. With her move, the seemingly messy red lines began to move.
The moment the red thread moved, an aura, made up of countless subtle threads the hardness of gold, emerged.
The mystical sword shadow, bound by countless streams of auras, suddenly appeared as an insect thrown into a spider web or a beast mired in mud. No matter how hard it struggled, it could not move an inch forward.
Sitting cross-legged in the field in the distance, Liu Yiqing did not hesitate to try and recall his Natal Sword. Due to the relations.h.i.+p between his Natal Sword, he was more aware of the situation than anyone else right now.
Then the mystical sword shadow, because of its sudden stillness, finally showed its true self. It was dark and delicate as it prepared to retreat silently.
The Fourth Brother was drawing something on the Sandbox.
Sensing the intent of the flying sword, he raised his head and flicked his finger. A light yellow talisman paper flew up, and landed on the sword, wrapping around it.
Liu Yiqing's mystic sword was extremely sharp. Under the control of his Psyche Power, the sword was made to retreat. There was a tearing sound, and cuts appeared on the slightly yellow talisman paper. However, the Talisman Intent did not fully dissipate.
As the two struggled against each other, there came a period of temporary calmness.
Then, an iron clamp reached out from the air nearby.
The iron clamp opened and closed. It clamped at the flying sword and placed it on the burning stove.
The deep blue flame that burned hot instantly incinerated the talisman paper.
A heavy hammer swung high and then slammed down heavily.
There was a clear cracking sound.
The dark and delicate mystic sword, which was extremely hard, jumped up when it was smashed as if it was in pain.
The Sixth Brother was forging iron.
He was forging a sword.
It was an action he had repeated many times over his lifetime.
Even the most hardworking Sword Master did not possess movements as skillful and natural as him.
That was why the mystic sword did not have an opportunity to object.
Before it was smashed into sc.r.a.p metal.
There was a puff.
Liu Yiqing paled. His front was soaked with blood that he had just coughed out.
He swayed and almost fell.
He realized now why he had managed to hide his mystic sword from the Second Brother.
It was because the disciples of the Academy didn't care.
”This mystic sword of yours is rather good. You are rather good too, having entered the Knowing Destiny State in such a short time. But the giant sword from earlier is still the best.”
The Second Brother said, ”Liu Bai's idea was very good. Teacher's sword only needed a little sword style to sweep through the world. It's a pity that you guys have such weak cultivations. It would have been more difficult for me if there were six Sword Masters in the Knowing Destiny State.”
With the help of those from his sect, Liu Yiqing stood up with difficulty and wiped the blood off his lips. He listened to where the voice came from and bowed in the direction sincerely. ”Thank you for your pointers, Mr. Second.”
”Return and tell Liu Bai that since he has to show his hand anyway, he might as well do it now. Why would he send you all to your deaths? We should battle while I am still at my peak state.”
The Second Brother said expressionlessly as he looked toward the south.
In the West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army Camp in the south.
The silent horse carriage was still very quiet.
Moments later, a rather forlorn voice sounded.
”He gets stronger with every fight. That's how Jun Mo is. Since we have to fight, I have to wait for you to really get into it. Otherwise, it would be a pity for us to fight just like that.”
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