The Fourth Battle Intent

Hidden Eleven was about to advise Li Weiyi to leave quickly and not to be reckless, fearing that both of them might die here today.

But then, Li Weiyi had already launched an attack.

Yang Qingxi and Yang ZhiYong were naturally happy to see each other display a desperate spirit; conversely, if the two of them were determined to escape, it would be a troublesome matter.

"Good timing."

Yang Zhiyong no longer held any contempt for him.

Hold the halberd with both hands, with the front hand as close to the halberd's tip as possible, to cope with narrow environments and the disadvantages of long weapons.

A vast surge of magical energy erupted from his Qi Sea, condensing into a four-zhang-tall Battle Intent figure, resembling a giant of light and shadow, accompanying him.

"Swish!"

From the Insect Pouch, Seven Phoenix Wing Moth Emperors their wings and flew out.

They were even faster than Li Weiyi, leaving seven bright streaks in their wake, and in an instant, they flew to Yang ZhiYong's sight.

Yang ZhiYong alert, his pupils constricting.

The Seven Mysterious Insects released by the opponent gave him an extremely dangerous feeling, so he quickly retreated and hid inside the Battle Intent's mental image.

"Bang! Bang!"

The Seven Phoenix Wing Moth Emperors crashed into the four-zhang-tall Battle Intent, creating ripples of energy at various points on its surface.

The Seven Little Ones are already nearly five inches long. With their speed and defense advantages, their overall combat strength is enough to challenge even the weakest martial artist in the Fifth Realm of the Five Seas.

This is already quite terrifying, because of their sheer number.

Yang ZhiYong had already realized the power of the Seven Phoenix Wing Moth Emperors. Under their frenzied impact, he felt that he could not withstand it. He took a step back and released his magic energy with all his might to dissipate the impact.

However, he has not yet realized the seriousness of the situation.

In his view, although these strange insects were powerful, they were far inferior to him and had very low intelligence; he could kill each of them instantly.

"Whoosh!"

The halberd was swung out, generating a large amount of energy that accurately struck the two Phoenix Wing Moth Emperors.

The two insects were knocked away and crashed to the ground, creating two deep craters.

Seizing the opportunity, Li Weiyi, who was poised to strike, leaped up like lightning, carrying three divine figures of Battle Intent on his back, and slashed down with his sword.

The sword's cry sounded like Dragon Roar.

The yellow light made the falling snowflakes appear like golden goose feathers.

The Sword Qi of the "Taiyi Opens the Sea" move was several feet long, easily tearing through Yang ZhiYong's magical energy. However, it was not aimed at Yang ZhiYong, but rather at his Battle Intent.

At this moment, Yang ZhiYong just knocked away the two Phoenix Wing Moth Emperors and had no time to defend himself with his halberd. He had no choice but to abandon his Battle Intent and instead thrust his halberd upwards towards Li Weiyi's abdomen.

The Battle Intent have been shattered; it's no big deal.

As long as this strike injures the opponent, it's a sure win.

Yang Qingxi saw things much more clearly than Yang ZhiYong and realized the seriousness of the problem. Li Weiyi killing move was not this sword strike at all, but rather that once Yang ZhiYong's Battle Intent was shattered, he would be completely exposed to the claw and wing attacks of those extremely fast strange insects.

At that time, everything that seems impossible may become possible.

It was too late to warn them.

"Splash!"

The sound of flowing water resembles the rushing of a great river.

With a graceful movement, Yang Qingxi burst forth from the three-story rooftop, a blue stream flowing beneath her feet, its Azure Glow scattering and displaying boundless wonder as it rapidly spread toward the battlefield in the alleyway.

When she was born, there was the sound of a stream flowing inside the house.

Therefore, the Long River Intent is an innate concept.

"Miss Yang, let's play for a bit!"

Seeing that the strange insect raised by Li Weiyi was so powerful, Hidden Eleven regained his confidence and released a five-zhang-high Battle Intent, which collided with the Qingxi River in mid-air.

Take two steps back.

The Fire Scale Dragon Claw Gloves he wore on both hands, activated by his magical energy, transformed into two crimson fiery clouds.

The "Wrathful Dragon Capturing Dragon Claw Technique," one of the nine Fundamental Martial Art of the Jiu Li Tribe, was then unleashed. This is a legendary martial art that, when cultivated to its peak, can overcome adversity and achieve victory.

On the other side, after Li Weiyi shattered Yang ZhiYong's four-zhang-tall Battle Intent with a single sword strike, he tried his best to dodge, but was still struck in the left armpit by the opponent's battle halberd.

Cultivating the Pure Immortal Body of the Sixth Sea, his combat power is terrifying. Even a mere touch from his weapon would cause blood to flow from his armpit. Fortunately, he had cultivated the Lesser Completion of Golden Bones, otherwise two of his ribs would have been broken.

Li Weiyi landed back on the ground, her left side feeling numb from the pain. But she dared not linger, much less retreat to heal. Instead, she gritted her teeth and launched another swift attack.

Stopping or retreating are both dead ends.

He could advance and have a great chance to kill Yang ZhiYong within a few rounds.

Yang ZhiYong never expected Li Weiyi to be so fierce. Even more unexpectedly, the two moths and strange insects that should have been dead after he slammed them into the ground with his halberd were actually alive and kicking, their bodies as if cast from divine iron, indestructible.

A strange insect that can be killed in one hit is completely different from one that cannot be killed in one hit!

While dealing with Li Weiyi's overwhelming sword attacks, Yang ZhiYong his right neck as a piece of flesh was torn off by the claw of a Phoenix Wing Moth Emperor.

The next instant, the back of his right hand, which was gripping the halberd tightly, was grazed by the membranous wing of a Phoenix Wing Moth Emperor, leaving a deep bloody mark.

The halberd nearly slipped from his grasp.

"Oh no..."

Yang ZhiYong's expression changed drastically as he realized the seriousness of the situation. He quickly leaped towards the white wall on the right side of the alley to catch his breath and release his Battle Intent again.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two Phoenix Wing Moth Emperor crashed into his back, one on the left and one on the right, as if he had been punched twice.

Despite being protected by Magic Tool Battle Robe, Yang ZhiYong still fell back into the alley.

After several more moves, Yang ZhiYong eight wounds on his body, all located on his head, neck, and hands, which were not protected by his Magic Tool Battle Robe. His face was covered in blood, and his left eye was also slashed. He was dizzy and disoriented, wanting to escape but unable to, feeling danger lurking everywhere.

"Clang!"

A piercing sword cry rang out.

Li Weiyi decided to end the fight, and with a horizontal slash, aimed straight for his neck.

When Yang ZhiYong his right eye, it was too late to dodge or defend. He was instantly filled with despair, utterly defeated and completely convinced of his fate. He felt no hatred or resentment, only one thought: this young man will surely rise like a comet, unstoppable.

"Whoosh--"

Suddenly, a slender, tall black figure flashed out from behind Yang ZhiYong.

The shadowy figure was completely enveloped, with only its eyes visible, shining like cold stars.

She pushed Yang ZhiYong away with one hand, and a strange longsword, as thin as a needle, emerged from the night. The sword moved so fast that the surrounding snow seemed to freeze, and it aimed straight for Li Weiyi's brow.

In Li Weiyi's pupils, the sword tip drew closer and brighter.

Before the sword even arrived, a pain had already begun to throb between his brows.

The same sense of powerlessness that Yang ZhiYong when he was on the verge of death was now playing out in him.

Unlike others, at this critical moment, Li Weiyi did not lose all hope. Instead, a strong fighting spirit to fight against fate rose in her heart, and her mind entered an unprecedented state of tranquility.

In this state, he could even see himself reflected in the woman's eyes, and feel a sense of familiarity from those cold eyes.

"Whoosh!"

Behind Li Weiyi, there were originally only three Battle Intent.

The fourth Battle Intent quietly condensed, like a painting, gradually becoming complete and full with each stroke. What was originally a horizontal slash was forcibly changed course, turning offense into defense.

The shadows of hands and swords overlapped in layers.

This was his instinctive reaction in the face of danger, and also the result of years of practicing the "Ruyi Qiankun Sword" of the Chan Sect Twelve Loose Hand Techniques, a move that had already reached the edge of breakthrough.

Once the breakthrough is achieved, the will itself will take shape.

The universe is ever-changing and unpredictable.

As he condensed the fourth Battle Intent, the power in his sword move increased by another ten percent.

If one cultivates a Battle Intent, it can be considered a normal achievement for a martial arts practitioner. Going all out, one can unleash their full combat power.

With the addition of the Four Thoughts, Li Weiyi's combat power has increased to 130%.

"Bite!"

The sword that was meant to pierce Li Weiyi's brow struck the Yellow Dragon Sword, which was blocking the attack, and produced a loud bang.

Ripples burst forth in the air.

Li Weiyi flew straight out like a cannonball, crashing into the wall at the bend in the alley. The pain was so intense that his vision went black, and he felt as if he was about to faint on the spot.

The woman in black standing beside the still-shaken Yang ZhiYong looked utterly astonished, clearly not expecting that her opponent could have blocked her deadly sword strike under those circumstances.

Even with her cultivation level, she couldn't see how Li Weiyi changed her move to block.

If it were someone of the Inheritor-level, in that certain death situation where the sword was at their brow, their head should have been turned into an open gourd.

The woman in black's murderous intent surged to an unprecedented level, and she was about to strike again.

"Whoosh!"

A folding fan came through the alley, spinning and flying, stirring up thousands of snowflakes.

"Zuoqiu Ting here, retreat!"

The one who spoke these words was Yang Qingxi, who was wearing a veil.

The woman in black stared intently at Li Weiyi, filled with resentment. She Yang ZhiYong and flee into the dark alley.

Zuoqiu Ting dodged and grabbed the folding fan that hadn't yet hit the ground. "You guys go first."

Leaving behind those four words, he vanished from Li Weiyi and Hidden Eleven's sight, chasing after the three members of the Sui Sect.

Li Weiyi finally caught her breath, but her left armpit and right arm were in excruciating pain. Hidden Eleven grabbed her shoulders and helped her sit up against the wall.

"Wow, your combat power is insane! What level are you at?" Hidden Eleven was excited and extremely curious.

While circulating his magic to heal his injuries, Li Weiyi recalled and pondered, then suddenly asked, "How many times have you dealt with Yang Qingxi?"

"Including this time, we've fought twice. What's wrong?" Hidden Eleven asked.

Li Weiyi said, "I feel... Yang Qingxi might be two different people!"

"What did you say?"

Hidden Eleven's voice suddenly rose considerably.

Li Weiyi recalled his several meetings with Yang Qingxi and felt that the woman in black's eyes just now matched those of the first time he met her. But at that time, he had just arrived in this world and only met her briefly, so he couldn't be sure.

"Maybe I'm misunderstanding!"

Li Weiyi's physical recovery speed was extremely fast. After moving his arms, he stood up and looked for the Yellow Dragon Sword that had slipped from his grasp and flown away.

The two Phoenix Wing Moth Emperors have already carried the Yellow Dragon Sword back.

Another one, as if seeking praise, held up a dead bee in its claws and flew back and forth in front of him.

Seeing the bee killed by them, Li Weiyi's bad mood instantly cleared up. "Great! I'll get you Thousand-Year Elixir when we get back, and I'll make sure you break through your cultivation levels in the next couple of days."