Chapter 47

"Brother Yu, be careful!" Xi Zhilan, seeing Jiang An's ferocity, was greatly worried and hurriedly reminded him.

Tian Yu was taken aback. In her concern, Xi Zhilan had inadvertently called him by the name she had in her heart, which made him tremble.

It sounds so good!

Xi Zhilan's face turned bright red, and she silently blamed herself. How could she call him "Brother" so casually? But it was already said, and there was no way to take it back...

"Xiao Lan, watch how your big brother makes him eat dirt!" Tian Yu laughed heartily, full of confidence. His left hand was in a yin position, his right hand in a yang position, and he suddenly shook his long staff, causing a large staff flower to burst forth.

Seeing this staff flower, Xi Zhilan thought to herself, "The power of this strike is more than ten times greater than that night. It seems... there are also five or six shadow spear tips? Brother Yu's martial arts have improved so quickly!"

Although she knew that Tian Yu had officially advanced to the Dark Realm level, she had originally thought that it was due to Shi Huang's secret golden needle technique, and that there might be some weakness after a forced advancement. But from this one strike, Xi Zhilan could see that Tian Yu's realm had not only improved, but his strength and spear techniques had also rapidly increased, showing no signs of instability.

"He is truly a genius in martial arts!"

She could see it, and Jiang An, an old Dark Realm expert, could not be unaware. Shocked, he stopped abruptly, and with a loud shout, he blocked with both his ghost flails.

A loud thud echoed, and Jiang An, unable to maintain his stance, retreated three or four steps.

His strength was no less than Tian Yu's, but because he had underestimated his opponent and been careless, he had not used his full power.

Tian Yu, taking advantage of the situation, shook off his fatigue and launched a series of attacks, combining his spear and staff techniques.

Jiang An did not expect that a single mistake would increase the pressure several times over, making it difficult for him to turn the tide.

He fought hard, his copper flails moving up and down, using techniques such as thrusting, smashing, sweeping, and pressing, as well as stabbing, chopping, slicing, and dragging. Tian Yu used his staff as a spear, while Jiang An alternated between flail and sword techniques, his movements swift and agile, living up to his reputation as the Ghost Flail.

Seeing his composure and flawless defense, Tian Yu was also greatly troubled.

After more than twenty strong attacks, he had already used all his proficient spear techniques. It seemed that the Ghost Flail was about to figure out his style. If he did not quickly use a new technique, there might be unforeseen consequences.

Jiang An suddenly sneered, "Boy, out of moves, huh? Give me your life!"

Tian Yu sneered in return, "I'm afraid you won't have the life to take it!" In that instant, his mind raced, and a change occurred in his consciousness.

In addition to mastering the basic spear techniques of the Hundred Flowers Sect, he had also learned two new spear techniques.

The Lotus Root Silk Spear had revealed many secrets during his battle with Jin Wei, but it was primarily defensive, and when used offensively, it was cumbersome and could not achieve the dual effects of spear pressure and momentum.

As for the Ten Absolute Lifeless Spear, it was too energy-consuming to use. With his current strength, he could only perform the first four or five moves before his internal energy was depleted and his blood boiled, causing him to collapse.

In the rapid thinking during this real battle, a few large characters suddenly appeared in his mind: Eight Streets Nine Alleys Spear Technique.

In an instant, a spear technique had formed in his mind, and a small figure was performing a powerful and swift spear technique with a small staff.

It seemed to be deeply ingrained in Tian Yu's memory. Once he remembered it, it became extremely familiar, flowing continuously in his consciousness.

The staff suddenly changed its rhythm, and eight or nine staff flowers bloomed in the sky.

"Eight Streets Nine Alleys!" Tian Yu unconsciously said the name, as if he had always known the origin of this move. Upon careful consideration, he was indeed proficient in all its variations.

A standard hard-style spear technique!

Jiang An shouted, "Ah!"

Xi Zhilan couldn't help but cheer, "Good!" She thought, "The martial arts manual says: hardness cannot last, softness cannot defend. Brother Tian Yu, at the point where a strong attack is difficult to sustain and about to reveal a weakness, suddenly changes to a stronger spear technique to control the situation. This is truly an extremely clever tactic."

Jiang An had not expected such an unexpected change. His flails continuously blocked, but one area was not protected in time, and the ninth black flower unexpectedly grazed him, causing immediate pain in his lower back.

This was a spear technique, and a graze was as good as a strike. Although there was no spear tip, the spirit of the spear was present.

Of course, it was also because Tian Yu's black staff had no spear tip that Jiang An, although aware that he was using a spear technique, did not really think that being hit by a spear would be a big problem.

However, the essence of the Hundred Flowers Spear Secret Manual was that once it touched, it could not be washed off. As Tian Yu noticed the change in the staff's momentum, his mind had not yet caught up, but his follow-up move had already automatically followed.

"Eight Winds!"

A typical wind-attracting, wind-following, wind-listening, and wind-riding spear technique, the wind force penetrated to the bone.

Jiang An immediately felt the pain.

Being hit by a steel staff in the same spot eight or nine times in a row, even a thick rock would turn into a tender daisy.

The most serious part was that all nine "spears" hit his left lower back, and the last staff strike had almost penetrated his flesh.

The skin was not broken, but two of his ribs had already fractured.

Jiang An shouted, and his flails struck the black staff with a mad force, using the momentum to retreat rapidly. Then, he shrugged his shoulders, leaped up, and pointed his flails to the sky, rising two or three zhang high.

Tian Yu looked up, his posture straight and his form graceful. He was somewhat surprised by this person's unique lightness skills, which were truly distinctive and ethereal.

He chuckled and reached into his left pocket.

Suddenly, Xi Zhilan's lips moved, emitting a low, indiscernible frequency.

A long cry echoed in the air, and a streamlined black shadow, growing larger, dove down like a gust of wind, heading straight for the rising Jiang An.

Tian Yu, with his sharp eyes, recognized it as the large black eagle that Xi Zhilan raised. He couldn't help but cover his eyes, unable to bear the sight.

When a person seeks death, there is no way to stop them.

"Ah!" Jiang An screamed.

His eyes had been fixed on Tian Yu's black staff, and he was completely unprepared for the aerial attack. The black eagle's sharp beak hit the back of his head, causing his brain to go into chaos.

Then, his body tilted, and he fell straight down from the sky.

Splash!

The sound of a heavy object hitting the ground.

Snow splashed, and red waves surged.

Then came a loud, painful groan.

"Falling from a building and still not dead!" Tian Yu muttered. A rough estimate showed that this fall was equivalent to falling from a three-story building. For an average person, there was a 59% chance of immediate death, a 39% chance of broken bones and severe disability, and the luckiest 2% would still have torn skin and swollen wrists and ankles.

Jiang An, with his extraordinary skills and deep reserves, looked like one of those 2% lucky ones!

He staggered, got up, and pulled out his flails from the snow, waving them wildly, his face covered in blood as he glared at Tian Yu.

"Heaven has a path, but you don't take it!" Tian Yu sneered, "Fall, fall, fall!"

His left hand moved, and there was a clear, strange sound.

Behind him, Xi Zhilan's ears suddenly buzzed, and her eyes blurred. She quickly adjusted her internal energy to protect her ears and eyes, thinking, "What kind of skill is this from Brother Yu? So strange!"

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