Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path-Chapter 80 - 79 Attack like Thunder Defend like an Iron Wall Please Favorite Please Follow

80: Chapter 79 Attack like Thunder, Defend like an Iron Wall (Please Favorite, Please Follow)

80: Chapter 79 Attack like Thunder, Defend like an Iron Wall (Please Favorite, Please Follow)

The two were like swallows in a drizzle, crisscrossing mid-air, leaving behind lingering shadows.

One blade retracted.

Another blade unleashed.

As the boundless net of sword energy vanished, a brilliant blade glow suddenly appeared before Deng Yuanhua’s eyes.

He hadn’t even had time to feel a trace of joy.

His wrist flicked lightly, conjuring thirteen sword shadows while his figure swiftly retreated backward, pulling forth multiple afterimages.

No sooner had he leapt into the air than his longsword lightly trembled, shattering into countless pieces flying back at him.

Faster than those fragments was the brilliant blade light that had already swept across his waist, cleaving through the air with a booming, thunderous roar.

“You…”

Deng Yuanhua’s tender face, childlike in appearance, twisted and gradually turned to despair.

In his eyes was sheer disbelief.

He looked down.

The lower half of his body rapidly plunging downward, along with blood and organs spilling like rain, told him the cruel truth.

One misstep in the game, and the whole board collapses.

All ambitions and unyielding obsessions ultimately fade into a bubble burst.

“Given another chance, I…”

…

That’s why tacit understanding is actually very important.

From the moment Deng Yuanhua appeared, Zhou Ping’an and Lin Huaiyu had set a trap.

Everyone could flee, except Deng Yuanhua couldn’t escape.

He had to die.

Therefore, Lin Huaiyu even abandoned her own fierce and aggressive style of attack, focusing solely on using her Five Viscera Realm’s state and incredibly solid foundation to wield her blade like fine silk, turning it into layers of sword nets, tightly trapping Deng Yuanhua and wearing down his strength.

It was from that moment on.

Deng Yuanhua no longer had the slightest chance of survival.

It wasn’t about cleverness, strength, movement technique, or variation.

It was about injuring with sheer foundation alone.

What could he possibly use to contend with Lin Huaiyu?

Lin Huaiyu, who at fourteen had already gained fame far and wide, was not only extraordinarily talented but also incredibly patient, polishing her Qi-blood foundation day after day for years.

Now that her cultivation had advanced further, breaking through to the Five Organs Returning to the Origin Realm.

She truly did not seek a quick victory, only to trap the enemy.

No matter how many plans Deng Yuanhua had, his only option was to die quickly.

As Gao Jin appeared and launched his fierce assault.

Lin Huaiyu’s sword technique didn’t show the slightest fluctuation.

It was unaffected.

She trusted Zhou Ping’an…

…more than anyone, she knew just how exceptional this youth, who had practiced martial arts for less than ten days, truly was.

She also knew that Zhou Ping’an’s ingenuity and well-honed sword technique exceeded everyone’s imagination.

What’s more, he had gained one of the Red Lotus Sect’s three sect-protecting divine techniques, the “Purifying Lotus Body,” and had mastered the Supreme Yang and Rigidity of the Ninth Level Wave Stacking.

In such a situation, let alone Gao Jin.

Even if she were to step in personally, the thought of defeating him with ease was out of the question.

When Zhou Ping’an let out a long howl.

She knew it was the signal for the all-out attack.

First, they would unite to take down one person, then they would move to slay the other.

Although the two hadn’t spoken or even made eye contact.

Strangely, they had already settled on a strategy deep within their hearts.

As Zhou Ping’an shot back like a bolt of lightning, Lin Huaiyu had already withdrawn her silky net of blades, skimming upwards.

And at that moment, Deng Yuanhua, caught in a torturous struggle between life and death, suddenly faced Zhou Ping’an’s sixfold strength burst, further augmented by the Wave-Breaking Slash of the Ninth Level Vigor Path.

What was broken wasn’t just the waves, but also the sword…

And even Deng Yuanhua’s body.

As he was thrown into the air, that streak of blade light had already swept across him, slashing through with a single stroke.

Zhou Ping’an didn’t even spare him an additional glance.

His figure stumbled upon landing, but he quickly flipped back up, leapt into the air, turned, and raised his blade overhead, bringing it down in a fierce chop.

Gao Jin’s hammer came crashing down, only to suddenly realize that his mountainous, oceanic force was frantically dissipating into the void, as if he faced a vast azure sea.

No matter how much he redoubled his efforts, the strikes felt insubstantial.

He lost control of his footing, lurching forward.

Having lunged halfway, he hurriedly steadied himself, trying to regain control of the massive hammer.

The sky above was filled with lightning and thunder.

A brilliant sword light struck down with a rumbling roar.

One defense, one attack.

Exquisite in precision.

Impenetrable defense.

The attack was like lightning from the ninth heaven…

Creating a sensation of nowhere to hide, nowhere to escape.

“Despicable, shameless.”

Gao Jin cursed furiously.

He could only release the hammer’s handle, cross his hands over, and let out a muffled groan, uttering a “moo” like a raging bull.

On the surface of his body, including the skin and veins of his forearms, numerous faint golden patterns suddenly appeared.

[With blood as Jin, the Golden Body is unbreakable.]

Gao Jin had no choice but to utilize the King of Light’s Golden Body Technique that he had not yet mastered to its great achievement.

At this moment, he didn’t even think about attacking; he just wanted to withstand a few blows and then turn tail and run.

“Clang…”

It was like the clash of gold and iron.

Zhou Ping’an’s sword carried the Ninth Level Layered Waves, striking the opponent’s crossed arms.

The bright sword light and pale golden patterns were extinguished together.

Gao Jin felt a surge of joy in his heart.

Had blocked it.

He spread his legs and lunged forward with the intent to dash toward the valley’s entrance.

But as he stepped forward, he found nothing but air.

His body uncontrollably returned to where it had been.

It turned out that at the spot where the hammer had fallen, the blade, soft as gentle waves, had wrapped around him, dissipating his forward momentum and converting it into a force that pushed him back.

The stronger he charged, the faster he was repelled.

Above his head, Zhou Ping’an, rebounding into midair, was holding his sword aloft, tumbling over…

The sword light gathered into a blazing sun again, and with a thunderous rumble, it slashed down once more.

“No…”

This time, Gao Jin, who had just scattered his protective energy, only managed to gather a faint layer of golden light for his King of Light’s Golden Body, but due to a misjudgment, his energy gathered too slowly, and he was completely unable to defend against the strike. frёeωebɳovel.com

The sword light split his arms, cleaved his head… and went straight down to his crotch.

The two halves of the corpse collapsed with a thunderous crash.

Blood rained down like a waterfall.

…

After unleashing three powerful strikes in a row, Zhou Ping’an was rebounded, his face momentarily paled, and he landed panting heavily.

He turned back and said with a smile, “Third Miss, actually, at the moment he wanted to flee, you too could have struck and wounded him.”

“I don’t like bloodshed.

Seeing you kill so smoothly, I simply let you handle it.”

Lin Huaiyu slightly pursed her lips and smiled.

Even though she had disguised herself with “black skin,” her beauty was still stunning as her eyes sparkled.

Of course, that was not her true thought.

She knew that Zhou Ping’an was rapidly advancing, and at this time, cultivating his confidence was extremely important.

Leading the battle and ensuring victory in every move was critical in building an unbeatable momentum.

That had been the path taken by countless heroes of all dynasties throughout history.

It involved more than just strength and vigor; it was about life and fate.

After Zhou Ping’an successively defeated two powerful enemies, the momentum building around him would solidify from intangible to tangible, leading to a transformation of the spirit, and vitality and life in his Qi-Blood.

These words, however, were unnecessary to explain in detail to Zhou Ping’an.

Lin Huaiyu silently glanced at him, sighing inwardly.

In a sense, her own purpose of coming to Qingyang City, to establish a foundation for Alchemy in search of an opportunity, had long been shattered.

Without Zhou Ping’an, she might not have been able to save her life, let alone make any moves within Qingyang City’s territory.

Not to mention mastering the Elixir to exchange for an opportunity.

On one hand, it was because she was a neglected child born out of wedlock from the Lin Family.

On the other hand, it was certainly because she was a woman.

Though women in Jianghu were not inferior to men, possessing strong abilities allowed them to control their own destinies and be above others.

However, in the mundane view of the world,

There are still many prejudices regarding loyalty to a woman.

But such was not the case with Zhou Ping’an.

Victorious in numerous battles, he would surely win the hearts of many.

There would be no reluctance whatsoever.

Therefore, it made sense to give her all in assisting him…

Helping others as well as oneself, mutually fulfilling one another.