Stepping on the Demoness to become the strongest-Chapter 777 - 34 Li Minghu Takes Medicine

After exploring the narrow cave for a day and a night, the Wall-Penetration Technique, Cloud Ascension Technique, and Sword Flight were all restricted, meaning that if one wasn’t careful and fell into a deep pit, there was a chance of being trapped forever, unable to escape.

To say that Li Minghu experienced no mental pressure was complete nonsense. Even Valkyries weren’t born fearless.

But when alone, fear was useless, and one could only forcibly suppress emotions with rationality, not letting fear take control.

Now that Yan Yu had finally arrived, she felt all the weaknesses she had been suppressing in her heart surge forth.

Li Minghu grabbed Yan Yu’s sleeve, slowly calming the pent-up anxiety in her heart, and suddenly said,

"There’s an ambush nearby."

"I see it," Yan Yu replied.

Scores of broken swords were inserted on both sides of the path, creating perfect hiding spots for sword puppets. These creatures, born from broken swords, blended in among them like water merges into a lake, making them virtually undetectable even by Divine Sense when motionless. Hence, the two could only barely sense something moving in the distance but couldn’t pinpoint their location with Divine Sense.

In the classic strategies of mortal warriors, there is a clear plan for this situation: Let the enemy make the first move and then strike them.

Yan Yu’s fingertips slightly bent, readying Huang Tingjian around him for defense, while the Liangyi Sword was charged and ready to launch.

Li Minghu took Yan Yu’s sleeve in her left hand and formed a sword technique with her right hand as the Sky Flash Sword hovered in the air behind Yan Yu, protecting his back while she whispered,

"Be wary of sneak attacks."

"Mhm," Yan Yu scanned the surroundings, thinking that these sword puppets were indeed patient, as they hadn’t yet made their move.

Could they be intimidated by my aura as a strong warrior and thus suppress their urge to ambush?

The more Yan Yu thought about it, the more it made sense, so he communicated with Li Minghu,

"This isn’t going to work. With our flying swords revealed, these sword puppets aren’t foolish; they will surely wait for a more assured moment to launch an attack."

As for the specific timing, whether they waited for them to enter a darker corner or for more sword puppets to gather, it was clearly very disadvantageous for the two of them—it was like a sword sheathed, primed but not striking, making them tense their spirits to guard against everything around, falling into a passive stance.

"You mean," Li Minghu immediately understood, "feign weakness to lure the enemy out."

"Exactly," Yan Yu said, "You can pretend to be distracted by me."

"Understood." Li Minghu pondered for a moment, then leisurely retracted the Sky Flash Sword, and instead of pulling on the sleeve, she interlocked her arm with Yan Yu’s right arm.

It was as intimate as it had been within the Three Islands Treasure Ship Secret Realm.

Yan Yu immediately understood her intention and likewise withdrew Huang Tingjian and the Liangyi Sword, leaning closely against Li Minghu.

The shadows around them seemed to stir, Yan Yu’s Divine Sense confirmed they had approached within ten steps, but then they circled without advancing... After all, the two stood there, motionless, seemingly cautious once more.

Li Minghu quickly picked up on this and suddenly threw herself into Yan Yu’s embrace.

Yan Yu immediately held her, pretending the two were being intimate while he swiftly scanned the surroundings with his Divine Sense.

As expected! As they embraced each other and exposed their backs to the surroundings, those big and soft... no, the rustling shadows could no longer hold back!

The assassination came silently from the darkness, bringing with it barely perceptible wind and air currents. If the two had not been prepared, with their Divine Sense constantly scanning—relying solely on sight and hearing—they would not have sensed their presence.

Yan Yu’s right hand was around Li Minghu’s waist, his left arm circled her shoulders, and he suddenly began to rapidly form a sword technique.

Li Minghu, sensing his movement, also quickly formed a sword technique, and the Sky Flash Sword shot out.

Without any verbal communication, both instinctively directed their flying swords toward the attacking sword puppets behind them! ƒгeewebnovёl.com

The clash of gold and iron erupted. The Liangyi Sword struck first, the Cang Song Ying Ke technique intercepted the sword puppets, cutting their decayed sword bodies in two. Huang Tingjian, however, missed its mark; the opponent had used a move reminiscent of White Crane Spreads Wings, an angled downward slash at the last moment that deftly evaded Huang Tingjian.

Yan Yu was briefly taken aback: This aggressive and defensive style of swordsmanship... Shushan Swordsmanship? Chang Mei the elder?

No, Chang Mei’s swordsmanship was much more sophisticated. These sword puppets seemed like a poor, soulless imitation, just resembling the shape without capturing the essence.

"There are quite a few of them," Li Minghu communicated. The Sky Flash Sword executed an Eagle Strikes the Sky technique, swiftly and accurately continuously slashing in all directions, instantly shattering the sword puppets engaged in combat.

As shards fell, another ambush unfolded, with three or four sword puppets pouncing simultaneously, still invisible with their sword light and soundlessly attacking. However, Li Minghu caught them dead on and operated the Sky Flash Sword to unleash Night Battle in All Directions—a powerful 180-degree sweeping strike that managed to temporarily fend off the few sword puppets.

Seeing that she was outnumbered, Yan Yu, without a second’s hesitation, shook out a Silver Pellet from his sleeve, which transformed into a slender-legged beauty with black hair. Her hands brandished sharp blades and she dashed past the broken swords to relieve Li Minghu of some pressure.

However, when Puppet Azhen charged, it was as if stones had been thrown into a flock of crows, startling a large swarm of sword puppets!

Surrounding them, countless flying swords suddenly burst forth, black, gray, rusted, broken... hundreds upon hundreds of densely-packed sword puppets, like a swarm of bees, converged on Azhen. Yan Yu and Li Minghu both inhaled sharply, their minds filled with shock: