The Villain's White Lotus Halo

45

Chapter 45 – Wind and Rain (II)

The edge of the sword glowed bright and cold, like an entire galaxy scattered onto an autumn river.

The evening winds rose; the chilly waters formed; the bright moon shrouded in haze. The dark and rapid river tide surged towards Zhong Shan.

In the instant that Yin Biyue drew his sword, Zhong Shan slashed out and simultaneously flew back in a swift retreat, all the way to the edge of the platform! Nevertheless, the river tide carried on, and a thin line of blood formed on the right side of his chest.

Red-hot blood gushed out. Before it had the chance to soak through, it had already solidified into frost on his robes of ink-splashed mountains and lakes.

The Frigid Water Sword's sword intent was already flowing through his bone marrows.

Yet, just as Yin Biyue had avoided the greatest damage from Zhong Shan's sword energy at the last second previously, Zhong Shan also avoided sixty percent of this attack's power. He held his sword horizontally in front of his body like a huge dam, blocking the surging frigid river.

The variables changed too fast within a breath's moment.

Yin Biyue's white robe was dyed red. The burning, frantic sword energy of his opponent remained within his bones, mutually clashing with the Frigid Water Sword's cold intent. White smoke faintly drifted out from the wound on his left shoulder; it was a ghastly sight.

Zhong Shan's face was pale. Although his wounds were covered with frost, the sword energy rampaged up through his meridians, spreading the sharp pain all the way to his heart. However, they had no time to care at this moment. They must compete for the initiative, to slash with their swords first!

The middle-aged woman from Lian Jian Zong frowned,

" Is the array on the stage in good condition?"

A Cang Ya elder said in a deep voice, "We can't let two cultivating geniuses of the younger generation be damaged just for a round of Flower Picking Festival."

The QingLu Sword Sect's elder who held the array's pivot, cautiously nodded his head. The instant a dangerous, irreversible situation arose, the platform's array would immediately activate, allowing the array to bear the sword energy.

Cang Ya and QingLu Sword Sect disciples didn't have the calm composure of the powerful figures. Their faces were deathly white, and their core energy covered their eyes. They stared intensely at the arena, nervous.

Cheng Tianyu's eyes were already red with worry.

Song Tang's eyes revealed concern. Yin Biyue was stronger than they had previously thought; not only his cultivation, but the tacit harmony between him and his sword was extremely high, as if created with the assistance of the heavens.

Luo Mingchuan's expression didn't change. Yet under the wide sleeves, his two hands were tightly clenched into fists. His palms dripped blood.

The two figures almost simultaneously leapt up; the two swords clashed in midair!

"Clang ——"

The boundless core energies formed an invisible dome-shaped barrier, colliding with each other where the sword edges clashed!

There was no rain, yet there was the sound of falling rain.

There was no lake, yet there were bursts of coldness.

The disciples who were somewhat closer to the stage, unable to bear the pain, retreated backwards. It was as if the sounds of wind and rain washed over their mental sea and also drifted within the deep, freezing waters at night.