His answer was a flying sword.
To Tang Yan's surprise, the Sword Cultivator did not use his method of merging body and sword, but continued with the normal Flying Sword Art. Was there some deeper meaning to this?
He still countered with the Mustard-Seed Hidden-Gold Body, wanting to try a different way of dealing with the flying sword: pure Force Technique.
Under the flying sword's cleaving strikes and collisions, the Mustard Seed Golden Body swayed like duckweed in the wind. Though it remained resilient and tightly consolidated within, such passivity offered little chance to turn the tables.
He was plotting to shackle the flying sword with Force Technique. With every cleaving strike and collision, ten thousand jin of force would attach itself to the sword from the Mustard Seed Golden Body. The more strikes he took, the greater the force attached to it would become, until the flying sword seemed to be carrying a mountain on its back.
The method was somewhat clumsy, but he could not think of a better way to deal with this novel Man and Sword as One technique on such short notice.
Not everyone could use this method, because first they had to withstand the flying sword's relentless cleaving strikes. In this respect alone, his attainments in both Dharma Body and Force Body were terrifying. A hundred or so strikes, at least, would pose no problem.
Under his Force Body and Force Technique, the flying sword visibly grew heavy and sluggish after a dozen or so strikes. But the Sword Cultivator's reaction was not slow in the slightest. After a thrust, he suddenly appeared, switching to an attack with sword in hand.
Tang Yan's response also surpassed that of ordinary people. The instant the Sword Cultivator appeared, the White Kite in the sky cried out