Chapter 22

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Shen Lian stood by the side, his eyes fixed on the battle between the two martial arts experts of the world, and he truly benefited greatly.

His spiritual strength was even greater than that of the two, allowing him to leave his body and wander at night.

By purely meeting with the spirit, without using his eyes, he could directly feel the strength and weakness of their confrontation.

A sudden wind does not last all day, and a sudden rain does not last all morning; this is a natural principle.

However, Ling Chongxiao's skills were so refined that every movement he made had the strength of tigers and leopards, just like the waterfall from a high mountain, powerful and showing no signs of weakening.

If the man in the green robe continued to defend, he would inevitably lose. If he did not quickly counterattack, he would fall into Ling Chongxiao's rhythm, like a butterfly trapped in a spider's web, unable to escape.

Shen Lian's gaze remained on the man in the green robe. His spiritual senses were heightened to the extreme, allowing him to clearly feel the man's spirit rising continuously during the confrontation.

This was due to the man's cultivation of a master's aura in the desert and sandstorms, allowing him to burst forth in adversity.

Especially after the trials of life and death, the man in the green robe had shed all pretense.

A small air sac, the size of a rat, began to grow on the man's back, and his internal organs emitted a thunderous rumbling sound.

Shen Lian could feel the man's internal energy flowing continuously.

The two large iron hooks that had been embedded in the man's collarbone suddenly burst open, like two new moons, both aiming to kill Ling Chongxiao.

The two iron hooks spun rapidly.

Shen Lian focused his mind, and a white light appeared at his third eye, as if he had gained an extra eye.

It seemed as if his spirit had left his body, yet it also seemed as if it had not.

His spirit extended outward, turning the world into a silvery white. The two iron hooks, under his perception, slowed down, and he could clearly see the bloodstains on them, though dyed silver, the depth of the color was still different.

Zhao Ke's sash is tangled, the Wu hook is bright as frost and snow;

In ten steps, he kills a man, in a thousand miles, he leaves no trace.

The man in the green robe entered a state he had never reached before, his spirit rising continuously, as if touching the lonely moon in the sky.

That moon was also lonely and desolate.

When sober, he often sat before the flowers; when drunk, he slept under the moon.

The man in the green robe seemed like a drunken butterfly, staggering and swaying, like a wave.

This technique, which he had perfected after infiltrating the desert, was a killing move that, even for a martial arts master, would be difficult to avoid, ultimately leading to death at his hands.

It was also called 'Butterfly in the Storm.'

In a battle between experts, the outcome is often decided by the slightest margin, and it is unrealistic for a fight to last for days.

However, these two were different. Ling Chongxiao had broken through the 'Mystical Gate' and reached the Daoist stage of subduing the white tiger. Whether in physical strength or internal energy, he could be said to have an inexhaustible depth, with profound and indescribable subtleties.

The man in the green robe had also unblocked the Ren and Du meridians, forming a self-circulating system within his body, which could sustain him for a long time with his evasive tactics.

However, the man in the green robe knew that if he continued this way, his spirit would eventually reveal a flaw, and he might not even have the chance to use the 'God-Extinguishing Sword.'

Because he clearly saw the strength gap between himself and Ling Chongxiao, he did not blindly remain optimistic.

When his internal energy flowed through the Ren and Du meridians, he shook off the iron hooks embedded in his collarbone, and his mind finally entered an unfathomable realm.

His body danced like a butterfly, with all his essence and energy concentrated at one point.

With a mysterious gait, he staggered, as if about to be shattered by Ling Chongxiao's overwhelming force.

The two iron hooks reached Ling Chongxiao, and he let out a spring thunder, a white aura colliding with the hooks, breaking them into two pieces.

Shen Lian was deeply moved, never expecting human strength to reach such a level.

These two were not even immortals, and he thought of his own spirit leaving his body, able to condense moonlight into a phantom body. If he could transform the phantom into reality, wouldn't that mean he could gather and disperse at will, truly possessing the divine powers of an immortal?

Even the most skilled martial artists could not harm a spirit that had substance but no form.

At the same time, he had only been practicing the *Shangqing Lingbao Natural Lock Heart and Stabilize Spirit True Explanation* for a little over two years, including his predecessor, yet he already had a spirit more powerful than Ling Chongxiao and the man in the green robe. This cultivation method must have a significant origin.

Because he knew that if Ling Chongxiao truly had the ability to leave his body, with his age and experience, he would have already achieved divine powers and would not need to engage in physical combat with the man in the green robe.

Thinking about this, the shock from their battle was no longer as intense.

However, the situation in the field would not change due to Shen Lian's thoughts.

Ling Chongxiao's palm technique was not any kind of profound mental martial art but the most common 'Three Stacks of the Yangtze River' in the martial arts world.

However, with his high level of martial arts, the 'Three Stacks of the Yangtze River' in his hands transformed the mundane into the magical. The first wave had not yet ended when the second wave surged forward, each wave higher than the last, with no end in sight.

Although the distance between the two was always less than five steps, the man in the green robe had to take more than ten steps to reach Ling Chongxiao.

No matter how far the western sky, there is always a time to reach the sound of thunder.

Let alone this short distance.

The closer the man in the green robe got, the greater the pressure he felt.

When he was one step away, his shoulders trembled, like a butterfly flapping its wings, struggling against the storm, using his last bit of strength.

He extended his right hand, forming a sword finger, sharp and fierce.

With his martial arts, a single sword finger was no less powerful than a real steel sword.

This sword had no trace, like a hanging antelope horn, making it difficult to avoid.

Ling Chongxiao's palm, which was about to strike, was about to be hit by the man in the green robe's sword finger at the center of his palm.

If this happened, the man's fierce sword energy would follow and enter, at least disabling his arm's meridians, leaving him paralyzed on one side.

However, Ling Chongxiao's palm, halfway through, suddenly softened, like a snake twisting, lightly swaying, and avoiding the sword finger, wrapping around the man's wrist.

The man in the green robe, using the 'Butterfly in the Storm' technique to get close to Ling Chongxiao, was making a desperate move and would not retreat.

His eyes suddenly burst with a green light, like a green lamp suddenly lit.

Blood flowed from his eyes, but the green light shone on Ling Chongxiao.

It was as if a cold wind blew out, and Ling Chongxiao's originally lively eyebrows suddenly stiffened.

Shen Lian could see that the man in the green robe was willing to suffer a severe spiritual injury to gain a momentary pause for Ling Chongxiao.

The opportunity for victory had appeared, and the man in the green robe would not miss it.

His left hand struck with a palm, as if he had been preparing for it all along.

This palm was called 'Plucking Chestnuts from the Fire.'

As if the target was in the fire, he had to use a lightning-fast palm technique to quickly strike the opponent's vital points.

To master this palm technique, one had to imagine that their hand was on fire, with no hesitation, only advancing.

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