Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 287 Sword Breaks Through the Profound Aura
It might be because the wind picked up on the mountain.

Even with Huang Bing's cultivation level, he couldn't hear what the two people on the martial arts stage were saying, even if he turned his ear to it.

He rubbed his hands together and turned to look at his junior sister: "How is Pei Xia's cultivation level?"

Huang Bing knew that Pei Xia was a descendant of Dugu Nong and had a deep background. He probably looked down on the techniques of their Changjing Sect, so he had not inquired about Pei Xia's cultivation for a long time.

I was surprised when I heard that Chai Yun died at his hands some time ago. According to Yang Xuzhong, the magic weapon was undamaged, which may be because Chai Yun was too incompetent.

Pei Xia's strength is even more unpredictable.

Ji Shaofu wasn't sure either.

She was also in the stands when Chai Yun was killed that day, but she was too far away to see through the trick.

After thinking it over carefully, he could only reply, "When I was at Su Baozhai, I saw him draw his sword against Meng Xiao. It was so fast that Meng Xiao didn't even have time to react."

“Su Baozhai…”

Huang Bing first shook his head, then nodded.

Most of the people in Su Baozhai's group were not very skilled, so their knowledge was not very valuable. However, Meng Xiao was at the Open Mansion Realm after all, and the fact that he didn't even react showed that Pei Xia did have some unique skills.

Finally, the third gong sounded, and the martial arts arena was about to erupt.

Pei Xia moved first, his clothes fluttering to reveal the wooden sword in his hand. Although it was blunt, a sharp whistling sound still rang out as it cut through the air.

Really fast!
Not only Huang Bing, but even Mei Changqing standing to the side looked somewhat surprised.

What was originally a faint wisp of spiritual energy, dragged along by the rapidly slashing sword blade, became a slender sword light.

Ji Shaofu clenched her fists, her mind racing with the thought, "Could there be a chance?"
If he and Pei Xia can each win one of the three matches against Xuanyi Mountain, that would be excellent, and he would be able to make a name for himself in the sect in the future.

However, when the sword light reached three inches in front of Zhao Chengshen, it suddenly emitted a dull metallic sound.

The powerful aura, as solid as a physical object, blocked Pei Xia's sword.

At the same time, Zhao Chengshen raised his arms and clasped his hands together. Two thick spiritual energy palms, as thick as walls, appeared in front of him and pressed down on Pei Xia!

Pei Xia raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

Fortunately, the patrol sword could change size, so he simply let go of the sword and the wooden sword suddenly shrank to the size of a long needle, easily withdrawing from the grip.

"Oh, so this is what they call the Colorful Clothes Kung Fu..."

Pei Xia finally understood.

Generally speaking, without the means to control one's aura in mid-air, a cultivator's protective aura can only be separated from the body by an inch at most, for use against enemies.

But just now, Zhao Chengshen's internal energy blocked Pei Xia's sword from three inches away.

Those heavy palms were clearly formed from internal energy.

The Xuan Yi Mountain's Colorful Robe Technique actually involves using one's higher cultivation level to hone one's inner energy.

No wonder they all put so much effort into physical training.

Pei Xia looked at Zhao Chengshen's hands, which were no different from those of an ordinary person: "Your palms have such thick and wide spiritual energy that it's impossible for it to be hidden in your muscles and bones. You must have some magical artifact to assist your cultivation, right?"

Zhao Chengshen was older and more skilled. He forced Pei Xia back as soon as they exchanged blows and initially looked down on her.

Hearing how clearly he had explained things in just a few words, his expression had to become serious again: "Enough with the rambling nonsense. If you don't come, I'll take the initiative!"

Zhao Chengshen clenched his fists, leaped forward, and his spiritual energy reappeared, slamming heavily onto the ground of the martial arts stage, propelling him forward like a wild beast pouncing on Pei Xia.

This time, Pei Xia saw it clearly: he did indeed have a pair of magical artifacts on his wrists, which were controlling the release of his inner energy.

This is indeed a clever contraption to compensate for shortcomings. However, now that we know it's qi, it actually saves us trouble.

Pei Xia flipped his hand, and the small sword returned to his sleeve. He stared intently at Zhao Chengshen, who was charging straight at him, without any intention of dodging. Instead, he spread his legs apart, put his hands forward, and spread his five fingers wide.

“He…he…he…” Huang Bing pointed at Pei Xia on the martial arts stage, then turned to look at Ji Shaofu, “What is he trying to do?!”

Ji Shaofu didn't know either. She just watched Zhao Chengshen get closer and closer to Pei Xia, but Pei Xia didn't avoid him at all, making her feel like her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

This is a highly renowned master of the Colorful Robe Kung Fu among the four sects, and there is already a gap in your cultivation levels. If Zhao Cheng were to strike you squarely, it wouldn't be a minor injury.

Pei Xia did not dodge in the end. When Zhao Chengshen approached her, he raised his fist, and the spiritual energy wrapped around it was as big as a bucket. He smashed it down on Pei Xia!
Before Zhao Chengshen's eyes, all he saw was Pei Xia raising her left hand to meet his powerful spiritual punch.

Ha, kid really doesn't know his own limitations.

The Colorful Robe Technique is not simply about tempering one's spiritual energy; rather, it involves manifesting profound spiritual power and even using the source of one's spiritual energy to assist in spiritual energy cultivation. It is precisely because each manifestation is different that the brilliance of the protective spiritual energy is also different, hence the name "Colorful Robe."

Unable to control the energy in mid-air, he naturally appears clumsy, but it is precisely because of his clumsiness that his power is so exaggerated that even fellow cultivators who have opened their own mansions must avoid my Zhao Chengshen's fist energy!

In the decisive strike, a loud "boom" resounded as fist and palm collided!

...This caused Zhao Chengshen to look completely astonished.

Pei Xia caught it.

With his left hand alone, he caught Zhao Chengshen's iron-clad fist.

In the stands, Huang Bing's mouth was agape, and he couldn't close it for a moment.

Mei Changqing, sitting next to her, was also stunned. The old lady's eyes widened, flashing with a clarity she hadn't seen in many years: "Holy... shit?"

A subtle sound, like metal sheets rubbing against each other, rang out softly beneath the force of the fist.

Zhao Chengshen was not young, and he quickly realized that what Pei Xia held in her palm was also qi!
This is still unreasonable. How could the ordinary internal energy of the Profound Realm be compared with the Colorful Robe Skill of the Opening Mansion Realm?

Moreover, even if his internal energy is truly powerful, how could his physique withstand such a punch?
He didn't understand, but Pei Xia had already started to move.

With her other hand tucked into her arm, Pei Xia twisted her waist and turned around. In a moment, Zhao Chengshen felt a tremendous force coming from Pei Xia, and his body was lifted off the ground uncontrollably.

Despite his seemingly frail appearance, Pei Xia slammed Zhao Cheng, whose body was covered in qi, heavily to the ground.

The force was so great that the bluestone of the training ground shattered!

The sound of the energy being vibrated was like the continuous humming of a bronze bell.

Zhao Cheng looked up and saw that in Pei Xia's raised hand, streams of light converged into a golden light sword amidst the delicate "ding" sounds.

"Qi, physique...didn't you just bump into me?"

That's...罡气 (罡气 is a type of internal energy in Chinese martial arts)?
Zhao Cheng was still on the stage, but his mind was somewhat dazed.

Because the sect's unique skill is to refine the Qi, he knows very well that the amount of Qi a cultivator can condense is limited. The highest level of the Colorful Robe Technique is to be able to cover the whole body with seventy-two Qi. If you want to be like him and use spiritual Qi beyond the body's capacity, you must have a magic weapon to assist you.

But looking at the spiritual energy swirling in Pei Xia's hand, so exquisite, fine, and pure... how much of that energy would be needed to cover the whole body?
One hundred? Or two hundred?
Pei Xia noticed the doubt in his eyes and replied with a smile, "It's seven hundred and twenty."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword in his hand slammed into Zhao Chengshen's protective spiritual energy.

Just three inches from Zhao Chengshen's eyes, sparks of spiritual energy flew out like spraying blood, and the narrow blade pierced through his Caiyi Kung Fu, which he had painstakingly cultivated for many years.

With a dull, shattering sound...

The sword pierced through, and Pei Xia's sword-wielding hand grazed Zhao Chengshen's face before crashing into the training ground floor!

(End of this chapter)