Wu Chang Jie

215+216

Chapter 215
Xie Bi An retreated from the center of the courtyard. Two yellow talismans flew towards the Liu couple. When the demon subduction talismans were close to their bodies, the evil spirits in their bodies immediately fled in disarray, and the couple fainted.

A stream of Yin energy kept flowing into the courtyard. In Fengdu, there is no shortage of ghosts. Although Fan Wu She's homemade soul token is far less powerful than the Heavenly Secret Talisman, when there are a large number of ghosts nearby, it is almost like scattering beans into soldiers. That group of snow demons in Chidi City back then, who died a thousand years ago, were still summoned by Fan Wu She for his own use.

The Junlan Sword in Xie Bi An's hand is flashing with harsh, silver light. The spiritual pressure was released with the sword, sweeping away the incoming Yin energy. His sword whirls like the wind, and his power is majestic. His white clothes were soughing, so white and clean that people dare not speak blaspheme. The lonely and wild ghosts manipulated by Fan Wu She couldn't even come close for a while.

Fan Wu She's eyes couldn't stop pursuing that white wisp. The more he looked at it, the more he was steaming with desire. He concealed his strength to bid his time. He concealed and endured silently for all these years only to seize this person back in a fair and square manner.

"Fan Wu She! If you have the guts, fight me with your sword. Don't play these dirty tricks!" Xie Bi An shouted.

"Whether I use my sword or not, you will still lose." Fan Wu She played with the black jade soul token in his hand. He sneered, "I gave you the opportunity to fight me with your sword that year, and you lost. You didn't forget, did you?"

The surrounding Yin energy became even more concentrated. The July heat actually made people feel so cold that their hairs were standing up.

"That year is that year." Xie Bi An drew a talisman in the air with one hand. His jade white fingers skirted in front of his eyes. One talisman became many, and they dispersed into all directions with his body as the center. The spiritual energy and the swarming Yin energy fiercely collided. Xie Bi An "heard" the ghost's cry.

"Hehe, you naturally will not forget. When you were defeated under my sword, I dragged you to the throne, and fulfilled my long-cherished wish for many years." Fan Wu She "tsk" twice, "That one time, even after a hundred years, is still memorable."

Xie Bi An's expression changed. He wielded a ruthless sword strike straight at Fan Wu She. Before the sword arrived, the spiritual pressure had turned into an invisible blade licking at Fan Wu She's throat.

This sword's starting style is the Qingfeng sword technique. It's natural, graceful, and not rushing to the vitals. There is some casualness of not rushing to kill the enemy, but when he got closer, the sword path changed dramatically in a flash, turning into the aggressive Zongxuan sword technique. It's ruthless like a poisonous snake, biting towards Fan Wu She's vitals. Two very different styles of swordplay originally cannot be interchangeable. Such a transformation within a move is the ultimate test of the swordsman's motion, cultivation, agility, perception, experience, and courage, which is also the path that leads to the state of unity of the human and sword.

Fan Wu She was slightly surprised. Could it be that Xie Bi An had already cultivated to the eighth Chongtian of the Zongxuan Sword? Compared to his previous life, he reached this state at least five or six years earlier, but how did he not reach the same level of cultivation of his previous life at a faster pace? In these three years, they were waiting for dawn with their heads resting on their spears*.

Fan Wu She was forced to raise his sword. Ting Mo was halfway out of the sheath, and the two swords suddenly collided, emitting a crispy 'ding' sound. That sound was clear and transparent. They were two good swords just by hearing the sound, yet the webs between the thumbs and forefingers of their hands were cracked from the jolt.