Chapter - 496 A Gentleman is Gullible Because of His Righteous Conduct (5) (1/2)

Zhou Zhiruo turned her body sideways to evade; Yin Liting followed with 'da kui xing' [the Great Bear Constellation] and 'yan zi chao shui' [swallow hunts over the water]. His sword drew a big circle in the air, his right hand pierced straight forward, surprisingly, it also carried light 'swish, swish, swish' noise.

Zhou Zhiruo swung her slender waist like a pendulum, dodging the attacks one by one. ”Yin Liu Xia,” she said, ”I gave you three stances to repay your kindness on Mount Wudang in the old days.” As the last word came out of her mouth, the flexible whip in her hand shook like a cobra and struck directly into Yin Liting's chest.

Yin Liting quickly evaded to the left; but the whip changed its course midway and curved toward him. Yin Liting countered with 'feng bai he ye' [the wind sweeps lotus leaves]. His sword pared down. The whip and the sword collided, creating a light scratching noise. Yin Liting felt a burning sensation on the palm of his hand; the sword nearly fell off.

He was greatly shocked. ”I thought her stances were strange but her internal energy was in par with mine,” he mused, ”Who would have thought that her internal energy is also strange beyond measures.” Refocusing his attention, he launched the Taiji Sword by creating random circles, generating an extremely tight defense around his body.

The flexible whip in Zhou Zhiruo's hand was like a string of soft silk thread, like a weightless object. Her body flashed to the east and to the west, dashed forward and backward, yet the whip was always fluttering around Yin Liting.

Zhang Wuji's amazement grew as he watched the battle. ”The way she moves the whip is entirely different from Du E, Du Nan and Du Jie, three eminent monks.” At first, he thought that Emei Pai still had some heretical martial art that he was unaware of, but as he watched she move with demon-like agility, which differed greatly from Mie Jue Shitai's movements, against his will, a vague feeling of fear crept into his heart.

Suddenly Fan Yao exclaimed, ”She is a ghost, she is not a human!”

His words echoed what was in Zhang Wuji's mind that he shivered involuntarily. If he were not in the field where the sun was still shining brightly and people were standing all around him he would have thought that Zhou Zhiruo had died and her ghost picked up a whip and fought with Yin Liting.

In all his life, he had seen countless of strange martial arts, but Zhou Zhiruo's footwork and whip technique, which was like the wind blowing willow branch, or the water floating duckweed, was truly beyond anybody's imagination. In that moment, he felt as if he was awakened from a nightmare and was shivering from fear, ”Could it be that she practices some kind of demonic skill? Or she is being possessed by some monster?”

Zhou Zhiruo's movements were strange, but Taiji Sword was developed from Zhang Sanfeng's Taijiquan [Taiji fist], which he created in his later years. It was the pinnacle of the sword technique, which came from the culmination of his life-long comprehension of martial art theory. Yin Liting unleashed his entire strength and skill into his continuous sword movements. Although he was unable to injure the opponent, his defense was flawless, enough to hold his ground.

Suddenly, someone called out with a strange voice and strange intonation, ”Aiyo! Song Qingshu is about to breathe his last. Zhou Da Zhangmen [great sect leader], if you don't pay your last respect to your husband, you will considered a dishonorable widow!”

Everybody turned their eyes toward the voice. It was Zhou Dian. He knew that in their entire lives, Wudang disciples put great emphasis to the internal energy cultivation to control their breathing. In facing the enemy, they were like 'the Mount Tai collapsed in front of their eyes, their countenances would not change; an elk hit their left ears, their eyes did not blink.' So he intended to help Yin Liting by disrupting Zhou Zhiruo's attention.