Chapter 88: The Fierce and Fiery Red-Haired Bandit

  Seeing Fang Yiru had already taken control of the situation, Zhang Shan estimated that victory was only a matter of time. With his mind at ease, he wholeheartedly devoted himself to the battle against Chi Biji.

  An inch longer, an inch stronger. Chi Bi grasped the large broadsword in his hand, one move followed another, and the offensive was like a tide.

  Each knife move was as powerful as a thousand jun and swift like the wind, no wonder it's called the "Feng Piao Feng" knife technique.

  Zhang Shan took more than a dozen knives in a row and retreated more than a dozen steps.

  "This person's swordsmanship is sharp and their skills are rigorous, the pressure they put on themselves is even greater than what Xing Yuebo puts on herself. It's absolutely impossible for someone from a small school or sect to have such abilities."

  Zhang Shan thought to himself, and then he remembered what the sect had said, that the demon thief had the backing of the Xuanming Palace. He began to suspect that this Chi Bi Ji was from the Xuanming Palace, and might even be a formal disciple of the Xuanming Palace.

  At this time, he felt that his opponent's knife momentum was getting stronger and stronger, and he had to release the real strength suppressed by the Intake Breath Technique.

  The aura of the Seventh Layer of Lingwu Realm surged into the sky, and the sword light of Qinghong Sword also violently rose. Zhang Shan stopped his retreating momentum, and his sword shadow fluttered, no longer with the same decline as before.

  "Alright, alright, so you've been hiding your cultivation. However, being at the 7th level of the Spiritual Martial Realm is still not enough to impress me. I'll chop you up into pieces one knife strike at a time and make you regret coming out of your mother's womb."

  Zhang Shan's display of strength left Chi Bi Ji slightly surprised, but feeling that his opponent was still two realms below him, he sneered with a relaxed smile.

  Those two women have been going all out to quickly defeat Tú Shì Yì so they can go help Zhang Shan.

  But Túshí's body-changing technique was unpredictable and he excelled at swimming and fighting. In the blink of an eye, although the two women had a slight upper hand, they couldn't do anything to him.

  At this time, Zhang Shan suddenly burst out with the strength of Ling Wu Qi, and everyone's heart was slightly relieved.

  "Turns out Zhang Shidi has already advanced to the Seventh Realm, and he actually kept it from us. We'll settle the score with him later."

  Ling Yuwei said discontentedly, but her demeanor also relaxed a bit.

  "So to say, he broke through two levels in just one month, this kid always surprises people."

  Fang Yiru was also greatly shocked in her heart and felt more and more that she couldn't see through this junior brother of hers.

  But anyway, this is indeed good news. With his current cultivation base of five layers in the Lingwu realm, he can already resist nine layers. Now that his cultivation base has been upgraded by two more layers, perhaps one person will be enough to take down that Red Thief.

  Thinking of this, Fang Yiru's mouth corner revealed a smile: "Xiao Wei, let's put in some effort and get rid of this 'Tui Si Ni' (a game), don't let our junior brother look down on us."

  With a relaxed mood, Fang Yiru also rarely joked around.

  "Sister Shifu is right, this color embryo is the most hateful, I must chop it into pieces... Qinglian Fa Domain!"

  Ling Yuwei burst out laughing loudly, then unfolded the Qinglian Fa Domain. The two women's true yuan recovery speed suddenly accelerated, and their offensive became even more fierce.

  Zhang Shan stabilized the situation at this time and fought with Chi Bi Tie, making it difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat.

  Under Akuto's fierce and rapid attacks like a raging storm, he countered steadily and occasionally launched a sharp counterattack.

  Bei Ling occasionally uttered a guiding sentence in his sea of consciousness, and Zhang Shan's understanding of the Yin Yang Life and Death Sword became more and more profound. A hint of enlightenment emerged in his heart, as if a layer of window paper was about to be pierced.

  But in Akabane's heart, he was increasingly astonished that with his strength, which surpassed his opponent by two realms, he had not yet caused any harm to his opponent even after fighting for so long, and instead felt that the more they fought, the stronger his opponent became, and his sword techniques became more and more profound.

  "Could it be that this kid is actually using his own insight to wield the sword?"

  An idea involuntarily rose from the bottom of his heart, making Chi Bi Di feel deeply humiliated and furious beyond control.

  "Understand the sword? I'll let you understand."

  He sneered inwardly, his Thirteen Swords of the Wind and Clouds style, if executed with the secret technique of linked moves, would have an additive effect, each move stronger than the last, and it was rare for an opponent of the same level to be able to withstand these thirteen swords in a row.

  The only drawback is that it consumes a huge amount of true yuan, and once used, it cannot be stopped. After the thirteen moves are exhausted, his true yuan will also be depleted. If the opponent does not die, he will definitely die.

  This was his last resort, he wouldn't use it unless absolutely necessary. However, seeing Zhang Shan's situation made him feel a sense of crisis, and if things continued like this, he might not even have the chance to make a move.

  With a determined look on his face, Chi let out a low growl and stood up with his sword in hand, the aura around him surging once again as a crazed glint flashed in his eyes.

  "The opponent is likely to make a big move next, and the upcoming attack won't be simple. Be careful, Master." Bi Ling reminded in the sea of consciousness.

  Zhang Shan nodded silently, and his true yuan reached its peak, accumulating momentum in wait.

  "You can be proud of yourself when you die if you can force me to use my strongest move, the Gale Force Combo."

  He spoke in a low and stern voice, slowly raised his knife, leveled it with his eyebrows, then let out a loud shout.

  "Wildly brandishing the Thirteen Linked Rings in the Wind- Welcoming Style!"

  As soon as he finished speaking, Chi Bi stepped forward and instantly appeared in front of Zhang Shan, striking down with a single slash.

  The surrounding night wind suddenly stopped, and the air seemed to have been sucked dry by this knife.

  Zhang Shan's pupils contracted, and his eyes were drawn to the downward slashing knife light, unable to see anything else.

  A simple sword thrusts out, with a mountain-like weight on its tip.

  A loud crash shook the air, Zhang Shan retreated three steps back, and secretly praised in his heart: What a great Wind-Resisting Style.

  "Thirteen Linked Rings: Crazy Wind Style!"

  The saber flashed into a sky full of knife lights, and the second knife was like a mad wind sweeping towards Zhang Shan.

  Zhang Shan let out a loud roar, his sword flashing violently as it clashed with the knife in a flurry of ringing blows.

  "Thirteen Linked Rings of Ice Wind Dance!"

  The red blade flashed out, and countless blades broke through the air towards Zhang Shan, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

  Zhang Shan stepped on the starry path, his figure constantly flashing, the sword in his hand waving layers of sword shadows, knocking those knife auras or striking them flying, or leading them to rebound back to Chi Bi's direction.

  "Fourth Style, Dragon's Whirl!"

  Chi Bi's shrill voice pierced the air as he spun around like a top, his saber flashing in a whirlwind of light that shot straight at Zhang Shan.

  "Coming but not going is impolite, annihilate and behead!"

  Zhang Shan let out a breath and opened his voice, a sword light flashed in the night color, like a meteor outside the sky, cutting on the rotating knife shadow without flowers or cleverness.

  The sound of swords clashing echoed through the night sky, and Zhang Shan's calf sank directly into the sandy soil, submerged up to his knee.

  The fierce offensive of Chi Yue was stopped for the first time, and as the sword light dissipated, his figure was also shaken back a zhang away.

  He let out a loud roar, his two feet stomping the ground, and his entire body flew up into the air, rising to a height of five zhang before folding in on himself, merging with his sword as one, and striking down at Zhang Shan with a swift and fierce blow: "Fifth Form, Eagle Strike!"

  Zhang Shan's two feet were stuck in the sand, and he couldn't pull them out to dodge. If he tried to withstand this eagle strike, his entire body would probably be blown into the sand, making it impossible for him to advance or retreat, which would be troublesome.

  Akakiri's eyes had already revealed a cruel glint, and with this blow, his opponent would surely fall to the ground. Perhaps the sixth style could settle the fight.

  In this critical situation, Zhang Shan suddenly did something unexpected. He inserted his sword into the ground beside him and let go of his hand.

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