At the sight of that slender Water Arrow, Lian Youming's tiger-like eyes abruptly narrowed, filled with shock.
Before the Water Arrow even reached him, an indescribable stabbing pain arose between his brows, as though an arrow had truly pierced him there.
Thought materialization. Void Enemy Locking.
And this, too, seemed to be a form of the Daoist Sect Elixir Sword.
But unlike the Geng Metal Sword Qi, this sword belonged to water among the Five Elements. Its sword intent was supremely yielding, yet its killing aura was no weaker-in fact, it was even more overbearing. It struck beneath the moon like a sword, yet also resembled a dragon or serpent darting forward.
I can't dodge it.
Lian Youming glanced from the corner of his eye at the Old-Era Martial Artists closing in to kill him. His shifting, crossing feet suddenly planted themselves firmly, and he turned, thrusting out a palm to meet that Water Arrow head-on.
The instant they touched, his entire left sleeve disintegrated inch by inch into a skyful of scraps. His left arm shuddered and swelled to more than twice its original girth, its tendons and blood vessels rising like earthworms.
The sword intent was supremely yielding, but the force within it struck like a raging flood and towering waves, unstoppable.
Yet even if he could not stop it, he had to.
Lian Youming leaned back at the waist and tipped his palm upward, drawing the Water Arrow into his hand with a wave-pushing motion.
In that split second, the instant the Water Arrow touched his bare palm, it crawled up his arm like a festering sore clinging to bone and flowed into his sleeve.
Lian Youming twisted sharply at the waist, turned both arms, and traced a circle with his feet. Drawing it in with his