Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path-Chapter 78 - 77 The Mantis Stalks the Cicada Unaware of the Oriole Behind Please Favorite Please Follow

78: Chapter 77: The Mantis Stalks the Cicada, Unaware of the Oriole Behind (Please Favorite, Please Follow)

78: Chapter 77: The Mantis Stalks the Cicada, Unaware of the Oriole Behind (Please Favorite, Please Follow)

“Good Sword Technique, this is the Ninth Level Layered Waves, Supreme Yang and Rigidity, right?”

Tang Lin’er blinked hard, watching as the residual power of the blade dissipated, her heart filled with shock.

Every time she felt she was about to catch up,

She never expected the other party to have gone even further.

She had just received the Tidal Breathing Technique from the Third Miss, which greatly pushed her cultivation in the Marrow Cleansing Realm forward.

She had finally cultivated her Wave Stacking Jin to the Third Level Realm, and she was even close to grasping the essence of the second level of “Purifying Lotus Body”.

She thought that it wouldn’t take long before she would be almost as good as Zhou Ping’an, if not quite there.

But what happened?

Seeing the might of this blade, she was so shocked that she almost bit her own tongue.

She had swung her sword with all her might more than ten times, barely scraping the monster’s skin, with the blade even notching.

And the other party?

The blade passed and heads were severed, all done with a casual ease; this was clearly not on the same level.

Not only was Tang Lin’er struck,

But there was no need to mention Fang Tielin…

The black-bearded man became somewhat silent for some reason.

In his eyes as he looked at Zhou Ping’an, one could clearly see a trace of respect.

Above Ghost Cry Cliff, a resounding cheer shook the heavens.

That was the Guardian House Servants of the Lin Family, whose confidence surged upon seeing the waterfall-like gleam of the sword.

“Good Sword Technique.”

Across the cliff, a sharp cheer echoed as well.

This time, however, it was not out of praise, but tinted with a hint of bitterness.

A figure stepped on the stone wall and withered trees, pouncing down like a spirited sparrow.

Their movement technique was so agile and their actions so swift that compared to Zhou Ping’an’s earlier descent with the aid of a rope, it was not only ten times more relaxed but also ten times more elegant.

After landing, they exploded into seven ghostly shadows, darting back and forth.

Clang clang clang.

A series of urgent sounds.

Tang Lin’er and Fang Tielin, two Strength-Training Martial Masters who had just pulled back, roared as they flew backward.

In an instant, Tang Lin’er was struck by three swords…

One sword injured her right arm, cutting tendons and breaking bones, causing the long sword to fall.

One stabbed into her abdomen, and another slashed her thigh.

Fortunately, she retreated quickly and defended vital parts in time, so there was no danger to her life.

Only after sticking close to the cliff did she come to a stop, still unsettled.

Fang Tielin’s situation was even more tragic; he managed to protect his face by swinging his bronze mace but was hit by seven or eight swords throughout his body.

Blood spurted all over, and his mouth crazily gushed blood as well.

If it weren’t for his practice of the Hengshan Iron Cloth Technique, he might have been a goner by now.

“Deng Yuanhua…”

Zhou Ping’an gritted his teeth slightly.

He couldn’t keep up with Deng Yuanhua’s speed; just as he was about to attempt a rescue, the other had already finished the attack.

The damn “Ghostly Shadows Step”.

Zhou Ping’an was becoming increasingly aware of just how much an superior lightness skill could enhance one’s strength.

No matter how great your skills or how many clever tricks you have, if you can’t hit your opponent, all you can do is rage at the air, which is totally useless.

He took a closer look at Deng Yuanhua.

The last encounter had been at night, with poor lighting, and the opponent had struck swiftly, coming and going like lightning.

He hadn’t seen him very clearly.

But now he could see.

The robed figure standing about ten yards away from him had a childlike face, as smooth as a child’s, and a short stature that reached only to an adult’s hips; his hands and feet were delicate, resembling those of a child.

Although he looked like a child from head to toe, there was not a trace of childishness about him; instead, the villainous aura between his brows was extremely pronounced, making him unpleasant to behold.

“It is indeed your grandpa, me; didn’t see that coming, did you?

I have been waiting for you for a long time.”

Deng Yuanhua, perhaps recalling a past grievance and feeling bitter, spoke in a voice so shrill it sounded like a eunuch’s, as he laughed loudly with his head thrown back.

“Zhou Ping’an, if you continued to hide under Lin Huaiyu’s skirts, naturally I couldn’t do anything to you.

You should never have tried to create the Yin Yang Harmony Pill.

Today you’re bound to lose your life here, and not even the Heavenly King can save you.”

Zhou Ping’an’s mouth curled into a smile; he didn’t take Deng Yuanhua’s insults to heart.

On the contrary, he lamented, “Heaven has a path you did not take, Hell has no gate yet you insisted on breaking in, what a pity, what a pity.”

Originally, if the Hall Master of the Baicao Hall were a person of upright and straightforward character, engaging in an open fight or martial contest, whoever won or lost, it would simply be because their own strength was not strong enough or their cultivation not profound enough.

There would be nothing to complain about.

However, this person, for some unknown reason, preferred to deal underhanded blows as a leader of such a significant faction, harboring a sinister and relentless heart, resorting to assassinations.

Had this not been the case, Zhou Ping’an would not have racked his brains and risked everything to take this person down first. freewёbnoνel.com

Indeed, an enemy who was so shameless and ruthlessly cunning was far too dangerous.

If this person was not eliminated, he wouldn’t be able to eat or sleep in peace.

Just as Zhou Ping’an finished speaking,

Deng Yuanhua immediately sensed trouble.

His vigilance was always high, except when facing opponents much weaker than himself, he would normally strike like the wind and retreat after one blow.

The “Thirteen Ghostly Gates Sword” technique was known for its agility.

Combined with the “Ghostly Shadows Step” and the “Yanwang Needle,” among the many masters in the Organ Refinement Realm, he was considered one of the best.

His attacks were deceptive and treacherous, rarely meeting a match.

He had always thought very highly of himself.

Especially being situated in the small Qingyang City, where even the County Magistrate and the County Magistrate had to speak to him with courtesy, so much so that he believed there was no one worth fearing.

But then, Lin Huaiyu struck with a single slash, the blade wave like the sea, with nine rotations of soft strength, nearly costing him his life in the Baicao Hall.

Only then did he realize that his dominance was not because he was so powerful, but because he had not yet met a truly formidable master nor someone who truly countered him.

The Wave Subduing Blade Technique was simply his nemesis.

Several times he secretly approached the Lin Family Mansion, wanting to attack Zhou Ping’an and relieve the hatred in his heart.

But after much deliberation, fearing that he might alarm Lin Huaiyu, he eventually did not make a move.

Hearing the implication in Zhou Ping’an’s words now was like a startled bird.

With a small physique, he sprung up like a bird, with both feet off the ground, soaring into the air…

The next moment was naturally a dash towards the edge of the cliff, retreating as a form of respect.

“Too late.”

A clear, soft and cute voice.

Rang beside his ear.

Deng Yuanhua had not noticed the three herbalist in cone hats who had followed Zhou Ping’an down into the valley remained behind, not advancing, and stayed not far from him.

Among them, one with a slender figure suddenly erupted with brilliant light around him.

A burst of hazy blade rain from the sky, like a heaven-sent net, slashed over.

This strike did not possess any earth-shattering momentum.

On the contrary, it was soft like rain in March.

The flickering blade lights reflected the daylight and turned into extremely soft and fine countless blade threads, sealing the area five feet around Deng Yuanhua tightly as if he were enclosed in a blade ball.

The whistling blade roar immediately followed, sounding like muffled thunder.

The air in all directions rippled and compressed, vaguely transforming into a piece of shimmering azure waves.

Deng Yuanhua panicked inside, feeling his breathing become urgent, as he couldn’t take in even a bit of air.

At this moment, his hair stood on end, his figure flickered, and he dashed left and right.

Sword lights flashed continuously…

In the blink of an eye, after only parrying two moves, he felt his limbs trembling and his organs numbing.

In the corner of his eye, he also saw the young man who had been standing still from a distance of over ten yards, his body leaning forward, charging with his hand on his sword.

Even though the blade had not yet been wielded, layers of blade waves had already gathered in front of him…

He had been tricked.

Deng Yuanhua, in a moment of sheer terror, couldn’t help but open his mouth and shout, “Chieftain Gao, aren’t you going to take action now?”

“What’s the hurry?

Rest assured, not one will get away.”

A mighty laugh echoed from the top of the cliff.

A huge shadow thunderously plummeted down.

Before the person arrived, Zhou Ping’an saw a gigantic Octagonal Purple Hammer, the size of a grain basket, falling from the sky, accompanied by roaring wind.

The person was tall and robust, measuring two meters with broad shoulders and a round waist.

At the moment, he descended head first, feet up, from the heavens.

When the hammer slammed down, it bore the force of a collapsing mountain.

‘Gao Jin!’

A trap had been laid after all.

Indeed treacherous.