Chapter 39

In the fierce wind, the two points of sword light in the air suddenly split into four. Before the ice rain talismans exploded, they pierced into the talismans.

Following the flow of spiritual energy, a slight rotation made all four talismans ineffective. They turned into wisps of cold air, dispersing in all directions, freezing the surrounding raindrops.

The man in the white robe, who had been full of confidence, was suddenly startled when the ice talismans were all broken.

"Are you a先天武师? No, that's not right!"

He had heard of such methods to break talismans, but such a situation should only occur at the level of a先天武师, or this person's mastery of talismans must be several times greater than his own!

If it were the former, he could easily be killed with a single gesture, without any effort. If it were the latter, it would be even more absurd! How many talisman techniques could a martial artist, who definitely hasn't reached the Secret Martial Master realm, possibly master? Even if this person practiced both spiritual and martial arts, it would be impossible!

In the next moment, a slender figure emerged from the white ice mist.

The effects of the Wind Stealth and Shadow Step talismans, affected by the backlash of the ice talismans, had now completely dissipated, revealing Zong Shou's true form.

When the clear and handsome face appeared before the eyes of the middle-aged man in white, his already astonished expression turned even more bewildered.

"This person seems to be Zong Shou? Is this a body double or a disguise?"

Without time to think further, the middle-aged man in white suddenly formed a seal with his left hand, and the peach wood sword in his right hand slashed diagonally, cutting off both white wax candles.

"Regardless of your origin, I, Qi Xiao, will definitely kill you here today! Ying Yi, She San, come out! Protect me!"

Two large clouds of mist appeared with his voice, suddenly rushing out from both sides, mixing with the smoke from the soul-stabilizing incense, and transforming into physical forms, taking on the shapes of beasts.

A hawk with a body two zhang in size soared into the sky, spreading its giant wings and diving down from above.

On the opposite side, a giant cobra, hissing, blocked the way before the altar, with several wind armor pieces condensed around it.

Zong Shou's eyes narrowed slightly, but his body did not stop for a moment.

With a flick of his right hand, a pitch-black wooden jar was thrown into the air. Just as the hawk began its dive, the unremarkable black jar exploded.

A silver light flashed inside, and countless silver-white tentacles, like strong iron ropes, burst out. They then wrapped around the hawk like an octopus, tightly binding it.

On the ground, Zong Shou exhaled a heavy breath, adjusting his thoughts to absolute calm and rationality, and then accelerated again!

Although his dual-meridian body had extremely poor physical strength, there was one point that no one else could match. Once the two meridians were temporarily synchronized, the explosive power of this body was unmatched in the world!

The Shadow Step sword in his hand was suddenly thrown forward, creating a sharp, piercing whistle in the air.

Then, with his left hand, he swiftly inscribed a blood talisman on the remaining Wind Stealth sword.

"Break Armor!"

A faint cold light immediately flowed at the tip of the Wind Stealth sword. Zong Shou felt a severe pain in his head, and almost all of his remaining soul power was drained, almost causing him to faint on the spot.

He bit his tongue hard, forcing himself to stay focused. The killing intent in his eyes reached its peak.

The cobra hesitated for a moment, then quickly dodged to the side, avoiding the Shadow Step sword that was flying through the air.

However, in the next instant, a burst of energy from Zong Shou's feet propelled him forward, increasing his speed by half in an instant! Behind him, a series of afterimages appeared.

The tip of the Wind Stealth sword flashed, piercing through the wind armor and breaking the cobra's vital point, nailing it with a single strike!

The man in the white robe sneered at the sight.

An ordinary spirit beast would die immediately from such a strike. However, this cobra, before its death, was a fourth-rank wind snake, which was reduced to a second-rank soul beast when it was created. Since then, it no longer had a physical form and inherited some abilities of a fourth-rank spirit beast.

Unless one reached the Secret Martial realm and could injure its spirit soul, ordinary martial techniques and swords could not harm it!

This strike was indeed a masterpiece, even a spiritual master like him couldn't help but applaud.

Unfortunately, this guy chose the wrong opponent. Perhaps in the next moment, he would be killed by this wind snake soul beast.

Shaking his head slightly, the middle-aged man in white looked with interest at the silver-white, jelly-like creature in the distance, intrigued by the thing that could bind his soul beast.

However, just a moment later, his calm expression turned to fear, and his face became pale, devoid of any color.

He saw the slender figure before him, who, with a slight vibration of the sword, caused the powerful wind snake soul beast to begin to disintegrate, showing signs of dissipation!

Then the entire snake body turned into a vortex of mist, being sucked into the tip of the Wind Stealth sword.

"Swallow Essence!"

A large amount of spiritual energy, a thread of essence, and the vast soul power of a fourth-rank beast soul, rushed into Zong Shou's body, refilling his soul power sea and making his dry meridians surge with true qi again.

Under Zong Shou's control, all the soul power and inner qi exploded again, transforming into pure strength, permeating his limbs and bones.

The sword shadow flashed again, making a strange turn, and a lightning-fast sword light, unpredictable and swift, stabbed towards the center of the altar.

Although the man in the white robe was somewhat panicked, his movements were not disordered, and a hint of madness appeared in his eyes.

"You can't kill me!"

He suddenly grabbed a green ring on his left hand and squeezed it hard, immediately forming a layer of air wall in front of him.

With a wave of his sleeves, hundreds of talismans flew out from his sleeves.

Just as he was about to detonate them, he heard a young, cold, and ruthless laugh from his ear.

"Break Armor, Die!"

A white light suddenly shone on the Wind Stealth sword, and in a blink, it swung several extremely small arcs, forcibly breaking through several talismans in mid-air. Then this white light, carrying the explosive flames, cold air, and spiritual energy, pierced through the air wall directly!

The most direct and safest way to kill a spiritual master is to break their soul sea!

The sword light flashed again, and the man in the white robe felt a slight pain in his forehead, like ants biting. Immediately, a bone-chilling coldness swept over him.

It was the cold sensation of a cold sword deeply piercing into his brain. The man in the white robe's eyes gradually lost focus.

In the end, a mouthful of blood mist spewed out, splattering on Zong Shou's face, adding a touch of ferocity to his handsome and refined features.

The lifeless eyes of the middle-aged man in white now held more disbelief and confusion.

"No disguise, no illusion. You are Zong Shou, the heir of Qian Tian Mountain! No, the real Zong Shou should be a useless person, neither literate nor martial. How could you possibly be him? And you have only achieved the second meridian in fetal breathing, with soul power only at the upper stage of Stabilize Spirit. Heh heh! I, Qi Xiao, actually lost to a child today, how ridiculous, how ridiculous! This world actually has such an anomaly—"

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