At this point, Yan Chihuo could only give it a try. With a boom, the eight sword threads scattered in all directions, and the sword formation split apart—but the Flying Dagger was bounced back as well. The Eight Trigrams Sword Formation had ultimately blocked the strike. This meant Yan Chihuo's Eight Trigrams Sword Formation had already begun to take shape.
The thirteenth slash came down. Mo Di'an was astonished beyond measure. This blade technique was one he had only just mastered after emerging from seclusion. It was called the Asura Thirteen Slashes.
Each of the thirteen slashes was more powerful than the last, doubling in power every three slashes. By the thirteenth slash, its power was four times that of the first. Unless one's strength vastly surpassed the opponent's, no one could take it head-on.
If their strengths were roughly equal, then the only way to win was to seize the initiative before the opponent could build up momentum, preventing them from unleashing the Asura Thirteen Slashes.
Yan Chihuo's strength at first had seemed inferior to Mo Di'an's, yet he had now taken twelve slashes. Mo Di'an knew he was bound to lose this battle. Yan Chihuo had yet to use Three Heads and Six Arms, and he also possessed an Undying Body.
Even if the thirteenth slash cleaved Yan Chihuo in two, it still could not kill him. And Mo Di'an likely would not have another chance to use the Asura Thirteen Slashes.
That previous strike gave Yan Chihuo some fresh insight into the Eight Trigrams Sword Formation. Drawing a deep breath, he urged his mana. The Seven Absolutes Cold Mist Sword let out a long, dragonlike cry as it formed the Eight Trigrams Sword Formation once more and met the attack.
Though this slash was immensely powerful, the