After the Great Dao died

Chapter 93 Killing you with talismans wouldn't be a waste.

Lu Baizhong stood on a low ridge at the end of the riverbank, with one hand on his sword and the other behind his back.

His moon-white long robe remained motionless in the wind, as if even the wind dared not disturb the three feet of space around him.

The silver-white longsword at his waist was still sheathed, but faint arcs of electricity were already dancing on the scabbard, the crackling sound mixed with the wind, almost indistinguishable unless one listened carefully.

Then, his indifferent gaze remained unchanged, but the long sword at his waist was already drawn!

The speed at which the sword was drawn was unbelievable.

Even with Chen Lingxi's sharp eyesight, he couldn't even see the gesture of the man drawing his sword; he only felt a sudden flash of light before his eyes.

A pale golden sword light streaked across the sky, slashing toward his throat.

The sword light wasn't particularly thick; it was as thin as a stretched golden thread. Yet, wherever it passed, the air was scorched and burned, and the void crackled with pale golden lightning, hissing and sizzling, like countless tiny lightning snakes dancing wildly in the void.

This is an extremely exquisite Qi-circulating sword manual!

This sword strike came too fast, too suddenly.

Chen Lingxi didn't even have time to draw his sword. He could only push his Golden Soup Qi and Blood to the limit, protect himself with a Golden Body Shield, and stomp his right foot on the river rock, retreating violently backward.

The river rock could not withstand the force of the stomp, and a deep crack appeared in the middle, sending fragments of rock flying everywhere.

The pale golden sword light grazed past Chen Lingxi's chest. Before the blade even reached him, the lightning emanating from the sword had already scorched a black mark on his robe.

The golden protective shield was as thin as paper in front of this lightning, and a hole was silently torn open, and a burning pain spread from his chest!

Chen Lingxi groaned, and before he could regain his footing, the second sword had already arrived.

Lu Baizhong remained in the same posture, with one hand behind his back, but he slightly turned his right wrist.

Dozens of thin, pale golden sword lights, as fine as hair, burst forth from the unsheathed longsword, each one incredibly fast, shooting towards Chen Lingxi from all directions.

The sword light intertwined into an impenetrable net of lightning, completely sealing off all his escape routes in all directions.

At that moment, Xi Mu suddenly raised his right hand and clenched his fist in mid-air.

The mist within a radius of several hundred feet surged and instantly condensed into an ice wall three feet thick and ten feet high in front of Xi Mu's palm.

Dozens of pale golden sword lights crashed into the ice wall, exploding into a series of dazzling golden-white light.

Ice shards flew like rain, but the sword light was blocked by this ice wall!

The curiosity in Lu Baizhong's eyes finally intensified.

He tilted his head and looked at the ice wall that had condensed from the mist, then looked at Xi Mu standing behind the ice wall with an expressionless face, and suddenly laughed.

"The Tai Mo Ning Wu Jing of Chi Yun Yi?" he muttered to himself, a hint of surprise in his voice, before shaking his head. "No, it should be the Mist Swallowing Technique from the Xi Family's Whale Swallowing Method."

As he spoke, he held the long sword horizontally in front of his chest.

The pale golden lightning on the sword suddenly intensified at that moment.

"In that case," Lu Baizhong raised his head, a serious look flashing in his eyes for the first time, "then we'll cut them all down."

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved with lightning speed, his long sword slashing down with incredible force.

This sword strike was completely different from the previous two.

When the sword was unleashed, the light on the entire riverbank dimmed for a moment.

A beam of pale golden lightning, as thick as a bucket, shot out from the sword, carrying terrifying, world-destroying power, and crashed into the ice wall that Xi Mu had created.

Wherever the lightning passed, the sand and gravel on the riverbank melted under the high temperature, the reeds turned to ashes before the lightning even reached them, and even the air itself was torn open by a visible vacuum rift!

Chen Lingxi sensed such powerful energy; even though it was an enemy, he still felt that Lu Baizhong, who wielded the Thunder Sword Scripture, was incredibly powerful!

He retreated, and Xi Mu, like a ghost, protected him in front of him, his hands moving simultaneously, his ten fingers flicking rapidly.

A thick fog blanketed the path of the thunder, layer upon layer, blocking its way.

Each spell embodies the full cultivation of a cultivator from the sixth floor, and each one is enough to shatter a martial artist at the peak of the Golden Body realm into dust.

But in the face of that lightning bolt, these spells were as fragile as paper.

The lightning shattered through layers of ice barriers, its momentum undiminished, and hurtled straight towards Xi Mu.

Xi Mu's empty face was expressionless. He simply raised his right hand and made a cursory gesture with his five fingers in front of him. A thin, almost transparent ice membrane silently spread out about a foot in front of him.

The ice membrane appeared fragile, but in reality, it contained most of the remaining spiritual energy in Xi Mu's Qi Sea. Every inch of it had been compressed and condensed hundreds of times, making it far more resilient than the ice walls and ice shields from before.

The thunderclap struck the ice membrane and finally paused slightly.

Where the lightning collided with the ice membrane, a dazzling golden-white light erupted. The ice membrane melted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the remaining lightning, having penetrated the ice membrane, became much thinner. It struck Xi Mu in the chest, blasting him backward and sending him flying. He crashed heavily into a cliff dozens of feet away, sending rocks tumbling down.

At that moment, Chen Ling started washing.

He had kept his knife pressed down, not out of fear of battle, but because he was waiting.

Wait until Lu Baizhong's attention is drawn to Xi Mu, wait until his thunderous attack has lost some of its edge, and wait for an opportunity to get within three zhang of Lu Baizhong!

He drew his sword at the very instant the lightning exploded.

The moment the Golden Slaughtering Saber was drawn, the pale gold patterns on the blade suddenly blazed brightly, and fine, hair-like lightning bolts meandered and coiled along the edge.

At the same time, the azure light of the Azure Edge Technique clung to the blade, and the Purple True Treasure Qi burst forth from his mouth, causing the Golden Soup Qi and Blood to surge like a tide.

Thunder, cyan light, purple light, and golden blood intertwined, condensing on the blade into a nearly tangible four-colored blade!

He pushed the power circulation method of the Collapsing Mountain Force to its limit, alternately activating the Qi and blood circulation methods of the Sea-Stabilizing Stance and Jade-Severing Stance.

The golden broth of qi and blood erupted from deep within the bones of the body and gathered entirely in the right arm.

He was like a cannonball, shattering the river rocks beneath his feet, and hurtling straight toward Lu Baizhong.

The Sixth Form of the Slaying Evil Blade Technique – Fatal Strike!

A flash of light swept across, the four-colored blade tracing a beautiful yet terrifying arc in the air, aimed straight for Lu Baizhong's neck.

Lu Baizhong's brows finally twitched slightly.

He neither retreated nor dodged.

With a gentle turn of his longsword, the pale golden lightning on the blade receded like a tide, replaced by an extremely deep and thick dark aura.

Swords clashed.

Boom!

A dull, suppressed thud!

Chen Lingxi felt a terrifying force of recoil coming from the blade, as if he had struck a mountain.

The force of the Mountain-Crushing Force was completely rebounded, flowing down the blade and into his right arm, causing his tiger's mouth to split open and blood to flow down the hilt.

The golden protective shield flickered violently before this counterforce, almost shattering.

He was pushed backward by the force and slid more than ten feet, his feet carving two deep furrows in the riverbed before he finally regained his balance.

Lu Baizhong simply lowered his wrist slightly, thus dissipating all the force of the knife strike.

His youthful face, with its rosy lips and white teeth, showed not a trace of strain.

"The difference between the two floors meant that if it weren't for Xi Mu, I wouldn't even have had a chance to draw my sword."

The difference between the sixth and fourth floors was now fully apparent.

Moreover, Lu Baizhong was not an ordinary person who went up to the sixth floor.

His spiritual energy, infused with lightning, was far more powerful than Xi Mu's!

Lu Baizhong looked down at the long sword in his hand, then looked up at Chen Lingxi, and suddenly shook his head.

There was no contempt or mockery in that head-shaking gesture, only a pure and undisguised disappointment.

"Is that all?" he asked, his voice still clear and melodious like the striking of jade chimes, but his tone was as indifferent as if he were talking about something unrelated to himself: "That person sent me to kill you, and I thought he was some interesting character."

He casually twirled his longsword, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground.

The dark aura had faded from the sword, and pale golden lightning shone brightly again, even more intensely than before.

The lightning spread from his right hand holding the sword to his entire right arm, and then from his right arm to half of his body. From a distance, he looked like a strange statue, half golden lightning and half moon white, standing on the ridge at the end of the riverbank, his robes fluttering and lightning blazing, his power unmatched.

"That's enough," Lu Baizhong said. "The sooner we kill them, the sooner we can go back."

Before he finished speaking, he disappeared.

too fast!

So fast that Chen Lingxi's eyesight could only catch a faint golden afterimage streaking through the air, so fast that even Xi Mu's sixth-floor perception could barely detect its trajectory.

Lu Baizhong transformed into a human-shaped bolt of lightning, covering a distance of dozens of feet, and in an instant, he had closed to within three feet of Chen Lingxi.

He held his longsword high above his head, and the pale golden lightning on the blade shone brightest at that moment.

Before the sword even struck, Chen Lingxi already felt the terrifying, world-destroying pressure.

The riverbank beneath his feet trembled, and the fine sand, drawn by the sword's force, floated up from the ground, hovering in mid-air and trembling slightly.

The air was distorted and deformed by the lightning emanating from the sword, and everything in sight was shaking, trembling, and groaning.

Chen Lingxi took a deep breath and instead of retreating, advanced.

He knew he couldn't back down or avoid it.

The force of this sword strike had already locked him firmly in place.

The only chance of survival is to confront Xi Mu head-on.

He held the Golden Slaughtering Saber horizontally in front of him, his left hand pressing on the back of the blade, and the stream of spiritual liquid in his dantian surged wildly at that moment.

He pushed the Six Qi True Method to its limit, and the spiritual energy roared, surged, and burned.

The azure light of the Azure Edge Technique emanated from the blade, becoming three times stronger than before.

The purple aura burst forth from his mouth, condensing into a purple beam of light as thick as an arm, which coiled and flowed around the blade.

The golden qi and blood erupted from deep within his bones, condensing into a golden protective shield several inches thick on his body.

At this moment, all the methods of qi and blood circulation in the Seven Forms of Ceasefire—Collapse Mountain Force, Stabilize Sea Force, Sever Jade Force, and Harmonize Qi Force—were activated simultaneously. The golden qi and blood within his body, like a volcano that had been suppressed for a long time, finally erupted with a roar.

At the same time, Xi Mu had already crossed the fog and arrived, his body also surging with spiritual energy!

【Refined Mist Ice Palace】.

Using his spirit as a guide, he completely drained the water vapor and mist within a radius of several hundred feet, condensing them into an indestructible ice crystal barrier that adhered to Chen Lingxi's body like an invisible suit of armor.

He covered every inch of his skin and every vital part with an extremely thin and tough layer of ice crystals.

Just as the Refined Mist Ice Palace took shape, Lei Zang's sword light struck down.

Lu Baizhong raised his long sword high and slashed down suddenly.

The golden-white sword shadow, about ten feet long, fell like a bolt of lightning from the heavens, slashing down at Chen Lingxi.

Where the sword flashed, a visible crack was torn in the sky, its edges gleaming with a blinding golden-white light. The air was thick with a scorching aura, as if the heavens and earth themselves had been burned with an unhealable wound by this sword.

The sword shadow slashed at the Refined Mist Ice Palace.

In that instant, the world fell silent.

All sound disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying shockwave exploded from the point where the sword and ice met, sweeping out in all directions.

The sand and gravel on the riverbank were stirred up by the air currents, and the surface of the Yuanjiang River not far away was pressed down by the air currents, sinking several feet, and the river water flowed back, stirring up towering white waves.

The Refined Mist Ice Palace trembled violently before the sharp edge of the sword light.

But it didn't break in the end.

The Refining Mist Ice Palace, a protective technique formed by Xi Muyi's entire cultivation from the sixth floor, withstood the sharpest moment of Lei Zang's sword light!

Most of the lightning sword shadows were swallowed, melted, and dissolved by this ice barrier. Only less than 20% of the remaining power penetrated the ice layer and struck Chen Lingxi.

Even this less than 30% residual power was enough to strike Chen Lingxi as if she had been struck by lightning.

He felt a burning force pouring into his chest.

The golden protective shield shattered in less than half a breath before being struck by this power, scattering golden light in all directions.

The scorching power pierced through the protective barrier, through the skin, through the ribs, and poured straight into his internal organs.

His body was blasted backward by the force, like a kite with a broken string, tumbling countless times in the air before crashing heavily into a pile of rocks at the end of the riverbank.

Chen Lingxi struggled to lift her head and looked towards Lu Baizhong on the other side of the riverbank.

Lu Baizhong remained standing on that ridge, motionless.

The longsword in his hand had returned to its original silvery-white color, and the layer of pale golden lightning on the blade had completely dissipated, leaving only a few extremely fine and faint arcs of electricity jumping at the tip of the sword.

For the first time, a faint look of surprise appeared on his youthful face with its red lips and white teeth.

"It actually managed to block one of my swords." He tilted his head, his gaze first falling on Chen Lingxi, then shifting to Xi Mu, who had broken free from the cliff not far away, his body charred black but still gathering magic. A playful smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

"What a pity." He shook his head gently, his tone carrying a genuine sense of regret: "You couldn't play with me a little longer."

Chen Lingxi struggled to his feet from the pile of rocks, his right hand still gripping the hilt of the Slaughtering Gold Saber tightly.

But his eyes were calm, showing no fear or hesitation.

His gaze traveled over a distance of several dozen feet, landing on Lu Baizhong's nonchalant young face, and then on Lu Baizhong's right hand clasped behind his back.

The fingers of that hand were casually tapping the back of its hand, one tap after another, as if counting some extremely boring rhythm.

Chen Lingxi suddenly understood.

From beginning to end, Lu Baizhong never used his full strength. Those sword lights, that thunderclap, and even that Thunder Hidden Sword were all just casual moves he made.

It's like an adult playing with a child; they seem to be fighting back and forth, but in reality, the adult isn't even using 30% of their strength.

He was just playing around.

Chen Lingxi took a deep breath.

He originally thought that with Xi Mu, who was also a member of the Sixth Floor of the Hall of the same rank as Lu Baizhong, plus his many resources, even if he couldn't defeat Xi Mu, he could still escape from his hands.

But now it seems that even within the same realm, there are strong and weak, and the gap between them is enormous.

"Fine, killing you with a talisman won't be a waste!"

Chen Lingxi's spiritual energy surged, and she raised her head to meet Lu Baizhong's gaze.

The spirit fell into the talisman he wore close to his body!

The Qi began to spread.

Lu Baizhong's pupils contracted slightly.

Before the talisman was fully activated, in just a moment, the world changed; in that instant, the sky and earth changed color.

The Yuanjiang River suddenly reversed course, creating a tornado in the void, and the spiritual energy fluctuated wildly!

Lu Baizhong's expression finally changed.

"They actually have something to rely on?"

Lu Baizhong gritted his teeth, and lightning rose from his body in the blink of an eye, revealing a small mark between his eyebrows.

Faced with this jade talisman, Lu Baizhong also had to show his true strength!