Ten Directions Sword Master

The whisk may look ordinary, but each hair is made of the toughest silver silkworm silk, which cannot be cut by a knife or split by a sword. Even if the three-foot silkworm silk is stretched to several feet, it will not break.

Most importantly, the silver silkworm silk can conduct internal energy, and it hardly diminishes.

It may look unremarkable, but its cost far exceeds that of many famous divine weapons.

Lu Li's eyes were filled with only a silver light, which blotted out the sky and the sun. Before the silkworm silk even arrived, it stung his skin and made his hair stand on end.

As expected of the renowned Copper Coin Immortal, who has been famous for decades, his first move was a killing blow. If you actually believed him and thought it was just a friendly spar, being pierced by silkworm silk into a major acupoint would not be much better than being pierced by swords.

"Slow, too slow!"

The Sun-Covering Sword trembled, dew condensed into a blade, and a chill spread out. Lu Li even had time to speak sarcastically.

"I've heard that the Daoist master created his own martial arts techniques. No wonder, apart from his impressive internal strength, there's nothing particularly remarkable about them!"

To defeat the silver silkworms one by one with swordsmanship is a complete fantasy, and even if it were possible, it wouldn't be worth it.

The copper coin immortal only used a small amount of his internal energy; a sword technique that could truly intercept all of them would probably exhaust the entire internal energy of a late-stage Qi Refining martial artist.

But as soon as Bai Lu appeared, the sword energy was cold, and a thin layer of ice formed on each silver silkworm thread, which was difficult to see with the naked eye.

With the added weight, the greatest characteristic of silver silk cannot be brought out, like a frail old man.

The sword light formed a circle, easily deflecting the attack.

The sword, still piercing the sun, moved without pause, its tip aimed directly at the throat.

Jia Buying stepped back in a circle, lightly tapping his whisk, making several clanging sounds to create enough distance between them.

Before they could catch their breath, the sword light pierced their eyes again, but a silver silkworm coiled around the sword and deflected its direction.

Fast, so fast!

In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged dozens of blows, startling Jia Buying into a cold sweat.

Even if one learned swordsmanship in the womb, one shouldn't have such skillful swordsmanship at this age, almost approaching the level of the one in one's memory.

Whether it's drawing the sword or turning around, the key is speed; there's no need for any pauses or hesitation.

Purely free-spirited and imaginative!

The swordplay is so varied and the moves so complex, it's as if dozens or even hundreds of swordsmen reside within the body, taking turns to fight.

Jia Buying was certain that at least most of the sword techniques were ones he had never seen before.

Where did Bai Wuming learn his skills? It couldn't have been that he read widely from various classics and then innovated and created his own.

"Young Master Bai, having witnessed your swordsmanship, this old Daoist is utterly impressed. Why not stop here?"

Jia Buying endured the throbbing pain in her meridians, held her internal energy, and spoke.

He was over seventy years old, and all the other martial saints of the same level were of similar age, the younger ones being past their prime.

Such an anomaly in his early twenties has not appeared in the martial arts world for a hundred years, causing him to overlook the irrefutable truth that youth has the upper hand in boxing.

Even if the two are of similar strength, the scales of victory will still tip in Bai Wuming's favor after three hundred moves.

The increased vitality and faster recovery of internal energy brought by a young body become greater as time goes on.

At the same time, Jia Buying had to admit that he was at a disadvantage in terms of martial arts skills.

The relentless onslaught seemed to be squeezing out the last bit of internal energy from his body, which is why he felt strained so quickly.

The Misty Rain Pavilion has recruited more than ten innate martial saints, both openly and secretly, and the copper coin immortal Jia Buying is certainly among the top.

Given the current situation, he could only think of one person who was certain of victory.

Even the others, including the sect leader with the ultimate innate cultivation, might not be able to leave alive in a death match.

"Stop? So the Taoist priest's three moves are over? Then let me make three moves. If you can withstand them, then I'll stop!"

Lu Li scoffed, "There's no such thing as a free lunch."

You started this fight, but only I can decide when it ends.

The dew was heavy and the stars were dim; each sword strike was more ferocious than the last, advancing layer by layer, leaving Jia Buying no chance to recover.

咄！

With a fierce determination, Jia Buying flicked his wrist at the bottom of the whisk, and thousands of silver silkworm threads broke free from their restraints and shot out.

Who would have thought that this unusual weapon was also a top-tier concealed weapon?

The ejection speed was three points faster than when I controlled it at full power, filled with a sharp, piercing whooshing sound as it cut through the air.

He didn't place all his hopes on the whisk-shaped hidden weapon. He gathered a heat wave in his right palm, and a faint copper coin mark appeared on his palm. He then struck out with great secrecy.

Bai Wuming is right. Jia Wuying suffered because she didn't lay a solid foundation in her youth and became a monk halfway through her life.

It's too late to pick up your skills again after you've truly entered the martial arts world; your moves and techniques lack the natural smoothness of those of a martial arts master of the same rank.

However, he played to his strengths and avoided his weaknesses. His self-created palm technique was concise and refined, consisting of only a few moves, all of which were extremely fast and deadly, maximizing his advantage in internal energy.

In Jia Buying's sight, the sword light suddenly bloomed, vast and boundless, occupying every corner and sweeping away the silver silkworm threads.

His right palm pierced through the sword light and rushed in front of him, forcing Bai Wuming to hastily raise his left hand to block.

Become!

With a clash of his palms, the pure internal energy honed throughout his life surged forth, aiming to crush his opponent.

In swordsmanship, you have extraordinary talent; one year of training is more effective than ten years for others.

Through mental cultivation, your innate talent and many encounters will allow you to reach the late stage of the Innate Realm in your early twenties.

However, cultivating internal strength is a gradual process, and Jia Buying did not believe that his internal strength, honed over forty years, would be defeated by a mere youth.

The two palms sizzled and white smoke rose from where they met. The expected deep penetration did not materialize. Bai Wuming's internal strength was strong and resilient, unlike the superficial strength gained from eating exotic fruits or elixirs.

Moreover, his palm was icy cold, and a chill rushed back, causing the crimson copper coin to dim.

Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, a white tiger phantom roared and charged towards him. He was momentarily stunned when a line of cold light pierced through his chest.

Fresh blood seeped out quickly, staining the white Taoist robe red, spreading from a single plum petal to layer upon layer, piling up into a cluster.

"Such a fast sword..."

Jia Buying clutched her chest as the sword tip pierced her heart, her life force rapidly ebbing away.

The power of the Innate Martial Saint allowed him to live a few more breaths and clearly witness the arrival of death.

"Now, can you tell me why you're willing to risk your life for the Misty Rain Pavilion?"

Lu Li raised his left palm, and his palm looked like it had been branded with a copper coin, burning his skin.

When they clashed palms, the Copper Coin Immortal's internal energy was as condensed as a needle. If one's cultivation level was lower, they might actually be pierced and utterly defeated.

"Heh, you don't understand. The prince received the teachings from the immortals, has grand ambitions, and possesses the spirit of Emperor Taizu... Heh, he also has the opportunity to share in the immortals' destiny. Each and every one of them can shatter the void."

Jia Buying coughed up blood, her eyes filled with longing for the future.

"Boy, you've defeated me. The Sword Saint will be overjoyed when he finds out and will come looking for you... cough, as for your immortal destiny, you have no hope... This old Taoist is going to ascend to heaven first!"

"The Sword Saint is still alive?"

Lu Li was startled and quickly pressed for an answer.

The copper coin swindler, Jia Buying, did not reply; his white hair was disheveled, and he had stopped breathing.

"You're just another pitiful person who got promised a big deal... You said you'd stop after three moves, why didn't you hold out for one more?"

Lu Li sighed. Starting from when he said those words, it was exactly three moves, ending with the Autumn Equinox.

"What kind of immortal destiny is this? It's probably because they were bewitched by the Nine Nether Rakshasa. It's easy for a Foundation Establishment level human demon to use some tricks to deceive a Primordial Martial Saint. No wonder so many powerful people have joined the Misty Rain Pavilion. The allure of breaking through the void is indeed irresistible to any martial artist."

"But shouldn't a demon lose its mind like that zombie and only kill based on instinct...? Could it be that once you reach a higher level, you become no different from an ordinary person?"

If this is the case, the danger posed by humans and demons is greater than anticipated, and the resulting destruction, the so-called demonic calamity, will arrive sooner.