Two Masters Join Forces to Break the Formation

Song Qingshu hit the ground and rolled aside, feeling two long objects sweep past his face, no more than half a foot away. They flew with astonishing speed, yet stirred not the slightest gust of wind. With his current level of cultivation, even in that flash of lightning, he recognized them as two black cords.

Could this be the Vajra Subduing Demon Formation that beat Zhang Wuji like a dog at the Lion-Slaying Tournament? The thought had barely crossed Song Qingshu's mind when another black cord struck toward his chest. The cord straightened into a weapon, like a spear or staff, stabbing fiercely toward him, while the other two cords wound in from behind.

Song Qingshu flipped his left hand over and caught the black cord striking at his chest between two fingers. With a chuckle, he said, "Let me show you what Kato Eagle's Telepathic Finger is!" Just as he was about to exert his strength and snap the cord, it suddenly trembled, and a mountain-toppling surge of internal force crashed toward his chest. His expression changed slightly. If that force struck him solidly, even with divine arts protecting his body, his ribs would shatter and his internal organs would be injured.

In that lightning-fast instant, he swept his right hand backward, knocking aside the two black cords attacking from behind. Borrowing their force, he pressed his left hand against the cord and shot skyward with the lightness of a swallow.

"Hm?" Three lowered voices came from the darkness. It was impossible to tell whether they were marveling at his martial arts or praising his peerless lightness skill.

Yet the three men did not hesitate. The three black cords swiftly rose like three snarling ink-black dragons, lunging at him from three sides. In the night, the cords were dark