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Chapter 434 Transforming the Sword Domain into a Sword Prison

Having witnessed Zhang Sanfeng's methods, Gu Shaoan was not surprised at all. With a flick of his finger, nearly a hundred sword energies appeared out of thin air less than a foot away from Zhang Sanfeng and rushed towards him.

Seemingly surprised that Gu Shaoan's sword energy could condense so closely around him, Zhang Sanfeng let out a soft "Eh" in his heart.

Then, with his left hand still behind his back, he waved his right sleeve, instantly deflecting all the sword energy rushing towards him.

Just then, three wisps of sword energy, formed entirely from water vapor in the air, suddenly shot out from in front of Zhang Sanfeng, reaching his face, chest, and abdomen.

The timing of these three sword energies was too perfect; they arrived just as Zhang Sanfeng was still waving his sleeves and hadn't yet retracted them.

In response, Zhang Sanfeng took a step back and slightly turned his body.

However, just as Zhang Sanfeng moved backward, a blade of grass less than ten feet away from him suddenly snapped. Then, this blade of grass, carrying a sword aura as warm as the setting sun, quietly shot out from the ground and rushed diagonally toward Zhang Sanfeng's back.

Zhang Sanfeng paused, his body trembled, and he dispersed the wisp of sword energy when it was still three feet away from him.

But at that moment, two more sword energies seemed to have been buried there all along, just waiting for him to shake and stop before they took their place.

Two bamboo leaves that had drifted out of the bamboo grove beside him instantly straightened and then shot out from his left and right rear sides, tracing two paths in the air.

One of the bamboo leaves came with a fierce momentum, surrounded by swirling winds, like a sudden gust of wind in the dead of winter, cold and biting, slicing along the ground with a chilling force.

Another bamboo leaf, carrying the setting sun, cuts diagonally in from the shoulder side.

Zhang Sanfeng flicked his sleeve, making a gentle circle, his energy flowing smoothly, deflecting both sword energies. Then, he shifted his body, seemingly trying to escape through the empty space to his right.

But he had only taken one step when three sword energies formed in front of him on the right and shot towards him.

The location was perfect, right on Zhang Sanfeng's path.

If Zhang Sanfeng were to move from the right front, he would inevitably have to face these three sword energies head-on.

Zhang Sanfeng raised his eyebrows again.

"That's interesting."

Zhang Sanfeng seemed to have been intrigued by Gu Shaoan's successive sword strikes. Instead of forcibly shattering the three sword strikes, he slid out through the gap between them, his feet as light as falling leaves, and he actually "gave way" half a step.

But as soon as he moved aside, a thin, almost imperceptible wisp of sword intent followed him like a fishing line.

Zhang Sanfeng, still with his back to his shoulder, flicked his right sleeve again, shattering the wisp of sword intent, and at the same time, his entire body shifted position like a leaf swirling in the wind.

The moment they switched positions, sword energy rose from the left, right, front, and back directions.

Some are like the drooping willow branches, soft yet unbroken; some are like sudden summer raindrops, dense and rapid; and some are simply a thin line of the power of heaven and earth, its sharpness unseen, yet directly targeting vital meridians.

Their appearance was too "coincidental," so coincidental that it didn't seem like a spontaneous move, but rather as if they had been placed there long ago, waiting for him to move to this square before automatically raising their heads.

Each step, seemingly casual, actually felt like being forced to squeeze through a gap.

As soon as he showed any intention to go in another direction, new sword energy would immediately appear, forcing Zhang Sanfeng to retreat again.

This made Zhang Sanfeng seem somewhat like a puppet, being led around by Gu Shaoan's sword energy.

From the perspective of Huang Xuemei and Abbess Miejue, every time sword energy was first formed around them, Zhang Sanfeng would deliberately crash into it instead of avoiding it.

He was like a brute with no fighting strategy whatsoever.

Even now, Gu Shaoan still stands motionless in the same spot, the Heaven-Slaying Sword still held in his left hand, but his right hand's five fingers sometimes open and sometimes close, his fingertips gently flicking and pressing.

With each slight movement of Gu Shaoan's knuckles, sword energy arose and vanished around Zhang Sanfeng, like chess pieces falling onto a board at his command.

Just then, Zhang Sanfeng caught a glimpse of a "line" out of the corner of his eye.

It was described as a line, but in reality it was a thin line woven from a dozen strands of sword energy, lying three feet in front of him.

In Zhang Sanfeng's perception, these dozen or so wisps of sword energy were clearly formed from the power of heaven and earth.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Sanfeng quickly scanned his surroundings and discovered that there were nearly a hundred of these special "lines" within a two-zhang radius around him.

Seeing this scene, how could Zhang Sanfeng not see that every move he made before was like advancing a move on a chessboard, and every line he blocked was like squeezing the situation a little.

In the end, as the sword energy continued to fill the area around Zhang Sanfeng, even with his superb agility and speed, he had no room to move and was forced to stand still like a target.

Zhang Sanfeng murmured to himself, as if talking to himself, or perhaps praising, "To actually use the Sword Domain as a chessboard, and the sword energy formed from the power and momentum of heaven and earth as pieces, to advance step by step, and to transform the Sword Domain into a Sword Prison, what a brilliant idea."

Upon hearing Zhang Sanfeng's words, Gu Shaoan replied with a smile, "Thank you for your praise, Master Zhang."

Ever since Gu Shaoan reached the master level in chess, he has been researching how to integrate the way of chess into his own martial arts.

Gu Shaoan originally intended to use his mind to transform the domain, then enter the game himself, making himself and the enemy pawns, so as to advance step by step and anticipate the enemy's moves.

However, after Gu Shaoan obtained the [Heavenly Sword] entry and entered the Heavenly Sword Realm in his sword dao realm, he could use sword intent as a guide, and the energy of heaven and earth, as well as the power of heaven and earth, could all be transformed into a sword. Gu Shaoan's thinking immediately changed from entering the game with his own body to forming a sword domain with sword intent and using the sword domain as a chessboard.

At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng suddenly raised his right hand slowly, his five fingers naturally extended, his palm slightly concave, as if holding an invisible mass of water.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Sanfeng's shoulders and back snapped back like a bowstring, and his right hand drew a circle with a very small amplitude.

The surrounding power of heaven and earth instantly fell and mixed with Zhang Sanfeng's own vital energy to form a Tai Chi pattern.

As Zhang Sanfeng pressed down with his right palm, the Tai Chi symbol rippled outwards from Zhang Sanfeng's center, like a circle of waves.

In an instant, the sword energy that had been gathered around Zhang Sanfeng, formed from the power and momentum of heaven and earth, dispersed like smoke.

Watching Zhang Sanfeng's movements, Gu Shaoan couldn't help but think of the time he went to Wudang to learn from Zhang Sanfeng a few years ago.

Back then, Zhang Sanfeng, facing Gu Shaoan's attacks, was just as capable as he is now. He could easily deflect Gu Shaoan's all-out attack with a casual wave of his hand or a flick of his sleeve. However, Gu Shaoan's strength and martial arts level were too low a few years ago.

It's impossible to discern any hidden meaning in Zhang Sanfeng's seemingly ordinary actions.

Today, with the blessing of sword intent, Gu Shaoan clearly sensed that Zhang Sanfeng's seemingly casual wave of his hand actually contained two intertwined yin and yang energies that instantly enveloped a three-zhang radius around him. Within those two intertwined yin and yang energies, the sharpness within Gu Shaoan's sword energy was completely worn away by these yin and yang energies.

It must be said that Zhang Sanfeng's mastery of the Tai Chi Classics is truly astonishing.

Even if Gu Shaoan had mastered similar Yin and Yang energies through the "Great Shift of the Universe," he could never achieve the level of Zhang Sanfeng, who could neutralize attacks with ease.

After deflecting the surrounding sword energy, Zhang Sanfeng said, "Alright, we've had enough fun. It's time to get serious."

Upon hearing this, Gu Shaoan nodded slightly without saying anything more.

The Heaven-Slaying Sword burst forth from its sheath in an instant. The moment the hilt touched his hand, Gu Shaoan took a deep breath, and his internal energy circulated throughout his body along a special route.

The next instant, as Gu Shaoan took a step forward, his figure seemed to be gently lifted by the evening breeze itself, or like drifting willow catkins being swept up by another invisible air current, drawing a graceful arc.

He soared into the air, his robes fluttering, giving the impression of riding the wind and drifting away from the mortal world.

When he reached the highest point, the Heaven-Slaying Sword spun in his hand. The sword no longer showed any bloodthirsty ferocity. Instead, it seemed to have washed away and refined the last rays of the setting sun, transforming them into a clear and almost unreal cold radiance.

The surrounding wind, the power of heaven and earth, and even the sound seemed to be gathered on the blade in Gu Shaoan's hand at this moment.

In contrast, the Heaven-Slaying Sword had an extra layer of light as thin as a cicada's wing.

The halo was not intense, yet it was dazzling.

Like moonlight falling on a sword, like stardust clinging to a blade.

Then, Gu Shaoan casually and gently pushed his wrist forward as if he were plucking a string on a musical instrument.

The movements were so gentle, like an immortal extending a finger, as if to stroke the head of mortal beings.

"Sword Eleven: Flying Immortal, please enlighten me, Master Zhang."

The moment he finished speaking, Gu seemed to "disappear" for a moment in the eyes of Abbess Miejue and Huang Xuemei.

It wasn't that Gu Shaoan's figure disappeared so fast that it was invisible, but rather that his figure seemed to be drawn by the sword light and briefly merged into the light.

Even Gu Shaoan's aura seemed to have vanished.

Just as Huang Xuemei and Abbess Miejue were stunned by Gu Shaoan's sudden disappearance, in the next instant, a dazzling sword light suddenly appeared five feet in front of Zhang Sanfeng, heading towards Zhang Sanfeng's shoulder like a comet falling to earth.

Faced with Gu Shaoan's sword strike, Zhang Sanfeng's eyes also showed a hint of seriousness.

In Zhang Sanfeng's perception, he no longer felt like he was facing Gu Shaoan, but rather the entire world within the Emei Sect's territory.

At this moment, Gu Shaoan had gathered all the power and influence of heaven and earth into this one sword strike.

In response, Zhang Sanfeng drew a circle with his right hand in a seemingly slow but actually fast motion, and then slapped his palm forward.

Suddenly, Gu Shaoan felt as if there were layers of lead in front of Zhang Sanfeng's palm, causing Gu Shaoan's originally lightning-fast sword strike to slow down abruptly.

That strange yet familiar viscous force seemed to envelop him from all directions, making the sword in Gu Shaoan's hand feel like it was stuck in a quagmire.

But as the cold star lit up on the tip of the Yitian Sword in Gu Shaoan's hand, the sword in Gu Shaoan's hand suddenly accelerated.

As the sword thrust forward, a series of "hissing" sounds, like silk being torn apart, emanated from Zhang Sanfeng's palm.

The next instant, the tip of the Heaven-Slaying Sword had already touched Zhang Sanfeng's palm.

Just as the sword tip pierced Zhang Sanfeng's palm, Zhang Sanfeng suddenly twisted his waist slightly, and then used his waist to propel his body forward, abruptly releasing his hand.

As Zhang Sanfeng thrust his palm forward, his right hand was not directly pierced by the Heaven-Slaying Sword in Gu Shaoan's hand. Instead, a more powerful and fierce force surged out from Zhang Sanfeng's palm, directly sending Gu Shaoan and his sword flying.

After spinning several times in the air, Gu Shaoan focused his energy in his dantian and landed three zhang away from Zhang Sanfeng.

After glancing at Gu Shaoan opposite him, Zhang Sanfeng looked down at his right palm.

In Zhang Sanfeng's view, there was a wound about half an inch long on the palm of his right hand, with a few drops of dark red blood gathering at the edge of the wound.

Faced with this scene, Zhang Sanfeng looked up at Gu Shaoan opposite him and couldn't help but shake his head and say, "I didn't expect this. What a Heavenly Sword Realm! The sword arises with a thought, and all things in heaven and earth can become swords. Moreover, it can make the martial artist transform into heaven and earth. The Heavenly Sword Realm is indeed worthy of its name."

Based on their previous encounter, Zhang Sanfeng sensed that the flowers, trees, and even the sand, gravel, soil, and the barely visible moisture in the air in the back mountain could all be transformed into special sword energy carrying sword techniques under Gu Shaoan's control in an instant.

Zhang Sanfeng could also manage to do this, albeit with some difficulty.

However, Zhang Sanfeng relied on his martial arts skills and powerful cultivation, and it was impossible for him to be able to transform all things in the world into sword energy to defend against enemies as naturally as Gu Shaoan.

Not to mention the final sword strike, "Sword Eleven: Flying Immortal".

It seemed simple, but it gave Zhang Sanfeng the illusion of facing the world.

If Gu Shaoan were not currently only at the Condensing Yuan Qi realm, but had the same cultivation level as him, Zhang Sanfeng knew he wouldn't dare to forcefully withstand Gu Shaoan's final sword strike.

This demonstrates its formidable power.

As his thoughts raced, Zhang Sanfeng looked at the tall, vigorous figure opposite him and couldn't help but sigh softly.

"In such a short time, his swordsmanship has already surpassed that of the old Taoist."

"You little rascal, you always manage to surprise this old man."

　The battle with Zhang Sanfeng was described a bit slowly! Sorry for the lateness!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)