fifth form

Chapter 3144 Refining the Blade's Edge

In the sea of ​​consciousness, a streak of blood-red light ripped through the sky, creating a crack that did not disappear but instead wandered aimlessly like a headless fly.

At first, Zhang Xuezhou didn't think much of it; he figured that a little blood after being stabbed would be the end of it.

This wasn't the first or second time he had suffered a mental injury. Whether it was X432, gene therapy, or the Heavenly God's Elixir, Zhang Xuezhou always recovered and even became stronger.

But Zhang Xuezhou didn't expect that the blood-red light would come back and forth, and that the first strike wasn't the end, but rather an endless series of attacks.

"We need to refine the essence of the Dao Lord's flying knife!"

Zhang Xuezhou had specified in his pre-designed Kunpeng Fighting Technique that this mental fighting technique needed to be powerful, ideally capable of defeating the strong with a single, fatal blow.

More than ten years have passed, and Zhang Xuezhou's wish has not yet been fulfilled.

But in Daojun's flying knife spells, Zhang Xuezhou saw the ultimate goal he had once pursued.

This is indeed an ultimate spell-casting knife, possessing both extreme physical striking power and the speed to sever the soul and consciousness.

The person who was stabbed reacted even less quickly; Zhang Xuezhou didn't react for the first few seconds.

Only when his soul was torn apart did he realize what he had encountered.

If there's anything he can be thankful for, Zhang Xuezhou can only be thankful that his brain is no longer as soft as it used to be. With Cheng Bushi taking the hit, his supernatural physical techniques saved his body from being pierced from head to toe by the flying knife.

As he put a top-grade, all-around tonic pill into his mouth, the gentle medicinal effects continued to rise, and Zhang Xuezhou felt a soft, mellow strength in his mind.

The Ten-Ingredient Tonic Pill did not heal his injuries, but it greatly restrained the blood-red light, significantly reducing its speed.

"Too sharp!"

The essence of the Dao Lord's flying knife was simply a collision of his own spiritual power, which then caused the two forces to cancel each other out.

When Zhang Xuezhou was refining it, he felt like he was throwing an egg against a rock. The spiritual power he was constantly gathering was like a small water pipe trying to extinguish a large fire, and the effect of the outburst was very limited.

But no matter how big the gap is between his spiritual power and the essence of the flying knife, the Dao Lord's flying knife essence is rootless and difficult to generate continuously, while Zhang Xuezhou can constantly adjust and recover. He can even stay in the crown of the ancient tree for a period of time to repair himself, so there are not many future problems.

Taking the pills will make him feel better in the near future, but he won't die without them.

"Shut up!"

Zhang Xuezhou only opened his eyes when Cheng Bushi forcefully pulled his mount to a stop.

He was somewhat listless due to the clash of their mental energies, but compared to the others, Zhang Xuezhou was in relatively good condition.

"Mother...Mother!"

Amidst the urgent calls, the new emperor's face had lost its previous excitement, replaced by anxiety and unease.

Zhang Xuezhou had made several joking remarks while refining elixirs, and the new emperor never expected that such things would come true, or even happen to him.

Even Cheng Bushi, who was most skilled at shield defense, couldn't block the flying knife. The knife, which was aimed at the Empress Dowager, pierced through her forehead and went all the way to the back of her head, creating a hole in her skull.

Even if all the imperial physicians were brought to Wuzhou Pass, none of them dared to claim they could save the Empress Dowager's life.

At this point, he can only hope for the life-saving tonic pills.

Four people caught the flying knives, and four "perfect tonic pills" were stuffed into their mouths.

"Dongfang Shuo, how are you feeling?"

Cheng Bushi lost a finger but narrowly avoided the flying knife, suffering only an external injury from it.

Zhang Xuezhou, standing behind Cheng Bushi, took the blow head-on. Unlike the Empress Dowager, Tian Fen, and the new emperor, who carried Huang Lao Dao talismans, and unlike Cheng Bushi, who possessed a large shield, Zhang Xuezhou endured the flying knife attack and even launched an attack from both the front and the rear of the new emperor.

The new emperor couldn't discern what technique Zhang Xuezhou had used, but he knew very well that his swordsmanship was insufficient to defeat Daojun.

Zhang Xuezhou has a very low profile when he's not working, but when he is, no one can replace him.

This is also why the new emperor favored Zhang Xuezhou over Tian Fen.

Seeing that Zhang Xuezhou was the first to regain his senses, he quickly began to question him. "I feel like there's a knife cutting back and forth in my head. I can't take it anymore. I need to take good care of myself in the near future," Zhang Xuezhou said, pointing to his head.

"Does your injury only require recuperation?" the new emperor asked.

"I still need to take my medicine," Zhang Xuezhou said, then emphasized, "It has to be good medicine!"

Zhang Xuezhou thought about his work injury and felt that he couldn't just let it go so easily.

He had just taught Zhu Fuyan, and then he felt that he could also use it.

"There will be plenty of medicine. Whatever medicine you need, we'll give it to you. We won't treat you badly," the new emperor nodded. "My son said you have a remarkable skill in healing injuries. Come and see your mother!"

"You'll have to consult General Li Guang for this injury. I learned the Taiqingzhen Technique from General Li, but my skill level was never as good as his to begin with, and it's even lower now that I'm injured. I can't be of much use!"

Zhang Xuezhou glanced at the Empress Dowager and felt that the back of her head was a mess, and her brains seemed to be overflowing.

His Taiqing True Technique, once transformed into a supernatural power, can heal the internal organs, but it hasn't reached the level of healing the brain.

If he could cure the Empress Dowager, Zhang Xuezhou could have cured himself years ago.

It's a miracle if this kind of injury heals; it's normal if it doesn't.

Zhang Xuezhou's magic was already inferior, and his refining of the Dao Lord's flying knife essence had greatly depleted his spiritual power. At this moment, how could he possibly have the ability to save people?

Where is Li Guang?

"He commanded the army of Wuzhou Fortress to advance, pursuing the Xiong Kingdom's cavalry along the way!"

Are there any experts here who can use healing magic?

"Li Jiao must have truly inherited General Li Guang's skills!"

"Quickly call Li Jiao over here!"

The new emperor and Gongsun He exchanged a few words, after which Gongsun He quickly rode off to summon someone.

"Uncle, how are your injuries?"

"That damned Dongfang Shuo, he sent me down to my death! I... am the sun..."

The new emperor also paid attention to Tian Fen's injuries, but Tian Fen, who was lying on the ground, kept cursing and was somewhat out of his mind, occasionally uttering a few curses.

The problem of being able to shout and curse is not a big deal; this is a simple judgment made by battlefield wounded. The most serious problem is that someone like the Empress Dowager remains silent.

A hundred meters away, Li Jiao flew over, frowning and remaining silent as he looked at the Empress Dowager's injuries.

"Li Jiao, use your skills only to the best of your ability. If you cure him, reward him; if you can't, I won't blame you. The battlefield is not the imperial palace, and I won't hold grudges," the new emperor said in a low voice.

"Your Majesty, the force of Daojun's flying dagger seems to still be trapped in the wound. My healing only addresses the external symptoms, not the internal ones, and..."

Li Jiao looked at the Empress Dowager, and he felt that she seemed to be dead.

He had treated many living people, but Li Jiao had never treated a dead person before, so he hesitated for a moment.

Only after the new emperor urged him twice more did he concentrate and begin to cast the spell.

Drops of blood-red magical light fell as Li Jiao pressed his palm against the Empress Dowager's head.

The power of magic continued to emerge, bringing with it the power of the Taiqing True Technique to forcibly heal wounds.

Daojun's throwing knife was very thin and small. The wound on the Empress Dowager's head was not large, just like a cut made by a blade.

If the Empress Dowager's life or death were not a concern, Li Jiao felt that healing this kind of wound would not be a problem for her.

He successfully sealed the wound on the Empress Dowager's forehead and then turned to the wound at the back of her head.

But in the brief moment when the power of the finger technique eroded him, Li Jiao only felt a red afterimage flash before his eyes.

His power to erode and heal wounds clashed with the remaining power of Daojun's cursed flying knife. A tearing pain immediately surfaced in his mind, causing Li Jiao to scream in agony and squat down, clutching his head.