Chapter 89: The Initial Formation of Sword Intent

  "Abandoning his sword? Has this kid given up resisting?"

  The thought flashed through his mind, but was immediately denied by Chi Bi himself. The ants had tasted the sweetness of survival and would not wait with closed eyes for death.

  "With a sword in hand, there's no way out; abandoning it is even harder. Is there still a miracle? Die, young one!"

  He sneered inwardly, a bloodthirsty glint flashing in his eyes, as if he had already seen the scene of his opponent's flesh and blood flying everywhere.

  Zhang Shan put down his sword and raised both hands to meet the swift figure of Chi Bi.

  "Heavenly Net Snatches Stars!"

  Akira suddenly felt his body freeze in mid-air, as if grasped by an invisible giant hand.

  His body tensed up as a massive force squeezed towards him.

  Chi mustered a great shock, his true yuan bursting outward in an attempt to break free from these restraints.

  At this moment, Zhang Shan pulled and shook his hands on the ground, and Chi Bi Ji suddenly felt that the direction of his attack was violently shifted, and he was dragged by a great force to crash to the ground.

  A loud crash, dust flying everywhere, and a body fell to the ground, creating a pit about one zhang wide.

  Zhang Shan gasped and pulled Qinghong out again, grasping it in his hand. He shook his feet and pulled them out of the sand that had reached his knees.

  He neutralized his opponent's aerial strike, and earlier he had used his full strength to unleash the Heavenly Net Plucking Stars technique, which also consumed a considerable amount of his true energy.

  A loud shout burst forth from the sand pit, and a figure leapt out, dashing towards Zhang Shan.

  "Try my sixth style, stormy weather in all directions!"

  At this time, Chi Bi Ji's hair stood on end, his face turned an abnormal crimson red, and his true yuan was operating at an extraordinary speed under the impact of the secret method, causing his meridians to ache faintly.

  The consecutive strikes of the Wind Slicing Sword Technique are extremely powerful, but they also cause immense harm to the user. If used until the final move, all the meridians in the body will be torn apart, and one will lose fighting strength within a short period of time.

  He circled Zhang Shan at high speed, transforming into eight figures, with the knife in his hand either chopping straight down, sweeping horizontally, or slashing diagonally, sealing off all angles of Zhang Shan's body.

  Zhang Shan's mind flashed back to his opponent's previous move, the Dragon Whirlwind. Suddenly, he was enlightened and his entire body began to rotate from slow to fast, transforming into a swirling sword shadow.

  The sound of eight clashing swords almost rang out simultaneously, and Akatsuki's figure disappeared, repelled and sent flying.

  "How did you know my tornado?" he exclaimed in astonishment.

  "This is tornado, but it's not just your tornado."

  Zhang Shan laughed loudly towards the sky, and subconsciously performed that move. After doing so, a realization dawned on him.

  Yin and yang are chaotic, borrowing strength to strike back, moving flowers and wood is just a representation, using his way to return to his body, this is the sword intent of this move.

  "I was looking forward to seeing your next sword move, but now I'm eager to have you try out the linked strike I just figured out."

  Zhang Shan's eyes gleamed brightly, and he clearly understood the chaotic sword intent of yin and yang, causing his aura to rise continuously.

  "Chaotic yin and yang, welcoming the wind's momentum!"

  He let out a loud roar, took one step forward and struck down with his sword.

  With a loud crash, Akbe was knocked back a step in shock.

  "Chaotic Yin and Yang's Fierce Wind!"

  "Chaotic yin and yang ice wind dance!"

  Zhang Shan wielded his sword with a swift and fierce consecutive strike, and under the blessing of his sword intent, its power was even greater than that of his knife.

  Six consecutive losses, the red team's continuous retreat is suffocating and unbearable.

  Zhang Shan sheathed his sword and stood up, laughing loudly. He felt an indescribable sense of relief in his heart. With one enlightenment came a hundred enlightenments. His sword intent was now complete, and the birth and destruction of yin and yang were no longer far from achieving great success with his sword.

  "It's also time for it to end, let me see you off!"

  Zhang Shan stopped laughing and calmed down, his eyes devoid of sorrow or joy, the overwhelming aura on his body suddenly turned into a sense of dead silence.

  Within a radius of ten zhangs, it suddenly became as if death had been sealed off, devoid of any vitality.

  "What is this technique?"

  A sudden and inexplicable wave of palpitations flashed through, with an urge to flee without thinking.

  "Great Silence Slash!"

  Zhang Shan's voice was like it came from the nine layers of hell.

  A sword light suddenly appeared out of nowhere, carrying a destructive sword intent that slashed down towards Akabane Kurodo's head.

  Chi Yue let out a loud roar and swung his saber with all his might.

  With a loud crash, the Zhanma knife was cut in two, and the sword light swept across Akbezi's body with an unstoppable momentum.

  Blood splashed into the sky.

  Akira suddenly felt that this world had split into two halves, and he even saw his other eye, the other half of his face, and the other half of his body.

  Then consciousness thoroughly sank into boundless and endless darkness.

  With a loud crash, the two bodies of Chi Bi Ji fell heavily to the ground.

  Zhang Shan slowly sheathed his sword and stood up, letting out a long sigh.

  On the other side of the battlefield, a sudden cry of surprise rose up, two voices were filled with excitement and one was filled with fear.

  Zhang Shan sat down cross-legged, operating the Xuan Luo Wanxiang Jue, frantically absorbing the surrounding heavenly and earthly yuanqi. His two hands still grasped a piece of spiritual stone each, extracting the spiritual energy within to accelerate his recovery.

  That last blow drained his entire body of true yuan, and now except for the fact that his body can still move, not a single bit of true yuan remains. At this moment, any martial artist could finish him off.

  "Little brother, are you okay?" Ling Yuwei shouted loudly.

  "It's nothing, but I've used up all the true yuan. You guys mustn't release that 'Till-You-Puke' over here, or else I'll have to heroically sacrifice myself."

  Zhang Shan was recovering while weakly cracking jokes.

  Butcher suddenly turned around and ran away.

  "Want to escape? It's not that easy!"

  Fang Yiru suddenly lashed out with a long whip-like weapon that had appeared in her hand, striking towards Tú Shíyì's head.

  Butcher time is easy to be caught off guard, almost got rolled up, shocked and turned over again.

  Ling Yuwei had already sensed something was amiss and stood behind him, swinging her curved blade in a flurry of heavy blows that struck at his vitals.

  Fang Yiru withdrew the long whip in her hand, and the peach wood sword's offensive surged, surrounding them at the same time.

  At the time of the massacre, Yi Zuo was surrounded and couldn't escape.

  The two women's attack power was weaker than Zhang Shan's, and it might take some effort to kill Tui Shi Yi, but trapping him would be no problem.

  A moment later, two pieces of Ling Stone turned into powder, and Zhang Shan jumped up and joined the battle group that was besieging Shi Yi.

  At this time, Tú Shí Yì was already covered in wounds and couldn't hold on for much longer. After Zhang Shan joined the fight, it took less than thirty moves for him to be severely injured and fall to the ground, where he was immobilized by Zhang Shan's "Plucking Stars" technique, unable to move.

  Zhang Shan's true yuan burst out, severing all the meridians in his body, before he calmly withdrew his hand.

  "Hey, do you want to die or live?"

  Having caught a live one, he naturally intended to ask about the internal situation of the demon thief.

  "Laozi won't say anything." Tu Shi Yi said with a cold smile.

  "I don't think you're the kind of person who would rather die than talk, stop pretending to be tough. I know some ways that can make people beg for life and death, do you want to try?"

  Zhang Shan sneered and leisurely intimidated him.

  Tú Shí's face revealed a resentful and venomous expression: "Don't be too happy, the leader will avenge us."

  After he finished speaking, a layer of black air surged up on his face. In an instant, the whole person began to shatter and disintegrate, finally turning into a pile of ashes.

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