Driving the Blood River Chariot Forward

Several pear blossoms were on that branch, their whiteness so intense it was hard to see clearly.

When Chu Tianshu unleashed his sword strike, it struck precisely at the tip of the branch, right in the stamen of the pear blossom.

Clang!!

The pear tree branch trembled violently, and the stamen at the top of the flower was broken, with petals shattered.

Thin, white light, like water or flame, poured out from the crack.

It's as if that small pear blossom collapsed and was replaced by a huge pear blossom in full bloom.

Chu Tianshu's sword was deflected by this fleeting, ephemeral sight.

But in an instant, a silent blade came down from below, piercing through the base of the large pear blossom flame.

The sword blade scraped along the pear tree branch, leaving a glaring white mark.

Cao Ying's white pupils seemed to have enlarged and contracted in a single instant.

He held the pear branch in his left hand and made an extremely delicate outward turn.

A single pear tree branch, with a gentle touch, seems to transform into a golden ruyi (a symbol of good fortune) used to lift the beaded curtain, or to lift the veil of a wedding gown carried by eight bearers.

Marriage is a major life event.

If there are a thousand love stories in the three thousand plays of the Peking Opera world, then among those a thousand love stories, there are five hundred marriages.

Unfortunately, of these five hundred marriages, more were unsatisfactory.

With a flick of his wrist, Cao Ying not only transformed the pear tree branch into a golden ruyi (a traditional Chinese scepter symbolizing good fortune), but also the sleeve of his military uniform on his left hand seemed to turn into a bright red wedding costume.

Beneath the lush and vibrant surface lies an extremely heavy and complex force.

The silver-white longsword was actually suppressed by the golden Ruyi, unable to advance.

Bass!!

The longsword was suddenly drawn.

A sharp silver ripple was left in the air, and the illusion shattered instantly.

The golden ruyi is gone, leaving only pear tree branches.

The silver marks hadn't faded, and the smooth, mirror-like blade struck again, aiming straight for Cao Ying's face.

Cao Ying's toe struck a wave, and her figure retreated swiftly.

Chu Tianshu took a step forward, treading lightly in mid-air.

Although his feet did not touch the water, his powerful internal force caused the water surface to sag into a hemispherical shape.

Internal force acted as a medium, allowing the reaction force from the water surface to be transmitted back to him.

Mingjing's sword followed a straight path forward, pursuing Cao Ying.

Cao Ying could only retreat by waving her pear branch to fight back.

In his hand, that pear branch sometimes resembled a short, dagger, fiercely and decisively striking, directly clashing with the blade.

Sometimes it's like sweet dew on a willow branch, with many fleeting shadows, magical and graceful.

But Chu Tianshu continued his pursuit, and no matter what moves the opponent made, his longsword could always stop him with just a slight movement.

The Mirror Sword will suddenly transform and reappear, inevitably breaking the move the opponent just used.

That's too fast.

Not only is the speed of the sword strike fast, but the speed at which it recovers after being knocked back is also ridiculously fast.

During Chu Tianshu's pursuit, his eyes had already transformed into liquid jade, shimmering with light.

A powerful and pure force controls this longsword.

Unlike before, it no longer requires consuming some internal energy to reinforce the sword.

The sword itself is already strong enough to support Chu Tianshu's highest combat intensity.

The Weapon Soul is no longer something that only manifests when necessary, but rather it possesses a profound foundation, capable of responding to Chu Tianshu's intentions at all times.

When his entire mind and body only need to be used to control the sword.

To wield this sword is like being in a magical, empty, windless, and waterless place.

The blade moved as if it were in space, and for a moment no air resistance was felt.

Only when you hit the target will you encounter the slightest obstacle in that incredibly smooth and natural feeling.

The form is obstructed, but the meaning is not; it flows smoothly and unrestrainedly, becoming unstoppable.

The resistance felt in such extreme fluidity will obviously only become the drumbeats of the rhythm.

The two chased and retreated.

In the blink of an eye, they had fought their way from near the center of the small lake, which was about a hundred paces long, to the shore.

Cao Ying's expression remained unchanged, but the anger emanating from her body was palpable.

The heat was so intense that cicadas within a hundred-meter radius of the forest died suddenly, falling from the trees, and fish in the water died, floating up on their backs.

Those insects in the shallow soil, whose names are hard to identify, all crawled out to the surface in fear.

As Cao Ying stepped back onto the shore, the whites of her eyes swelled and contracted once more.

I've been waiting for this moment, this moment when my anger has built up, this moment when this possessed being finally puts its feet on the ground.

The pear tree branch in his hand suddenly shattered into pieces.

The pear blossoms seemed to shrink back into buds, and finally retreated back into the branches.

Only a bare branch remained, yet it grew longer and heavier.

"Hey!!"

In the blink of an eye, Cao Ying swung the tree branch and sent it flying!

It seemed that at the moment it was thrown, the branch became longer and heavier.

That heavy afterimage, already six or seven feet long, pierced through the air and crashed towards Chu Tianshu.

Chu Tianshu, who was in pursuit, only felt that the area within a dozen meters, or even twenty or thirty meters, was limited.

Invisible blades have appeared in every inch of air.

All of this sharp, ferocious power came from Cao Ying's attack.

It wasn't the main force of that attack, but rather the unusual phenomena that arose in the surrounding environment when it was unleashed.

The energy of Geng metal is fierce and sharp.

But when that afterimage crashed down, it wasn't using swordsmanship or Saber Intent.

Many of the plays in Peking Opera are derived from history.

However, many of them are supernatural tales that did not exist in history, which are metaphors for the annals of history.

It is a more exaggerated interpretation of a certain artistic conception in history.

Guan Yunchang, who passed five passes and slew six generals, with his red face paint, loyalty and bravery that will last forever, and his Green Dragon Crescent Blade that was invincible, is undoubtedly among the top warriors.

But even with a single strike, he couldn't cleave through a thousand troops.

However, there is one scene in the play that, since its inception, has depicted a solitary figure facing off against a vast army.

For example, a few years ago, when President Yuan celebrated his 57th birthday, this play was rehearsed.

At that time, the play was called "Xin'an Tianhui," and its main theme was, of course, the suppression of rebels and the consolidation of the empire.

Unfortunately, this was already the case hundreds of years ago during the Ming and Qing dynasties.

Ordinary people have a more common name for this excerpt from the opera.

Havoc in Heaven!!

With a Ruyi Golden Cudgel in hand, he defeated 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals.

It was a rebellious spirit that was hard to explain or articulate; it was a violent outburst after suppression.

Even knowing that the monkey would ultimately lose, and even though in some versions the monkey was a complete and utter demon.

But whenever this scene reached its most intense moment, there were always countless cheers and applause.

The power of Patriarch Jiaoli's strike came from the intense emotions he had previously contained.

Therefore, this is definitely not a knife, because a knife is not wild enough.

It must be a stick.

Use those primitive weapons to smash the palace to pieces, smash it to pieces, smash it until it explodes.

Only then can people vent their unspeakable anger and repression.

Faced with such a blow, Chu Tianshu suddenly felt the pressure of life and death.

The mirror-like blade suddenly became blurry.

That was the longsword vibrating, with an imperceptible amplitude, for an indiscernible number of times.

Faced with such a sword, the already barely perceptible environmental resistance becomes even less noticeable.

Throughout his journey, Chu Tianshu used his full internal energy to compress the water's surface and leverage its force to move forward.

At this moment, Cao Ying had already stepped ashore, but he had not yet reached the shore.

But instead of using his heavy footwork to stomp on the water, he started with his sword, and his whole body blurred for a moment.

A furious, violent blow came down, and all the invisible blades in the surrounding environment simultaneously shattered.

Chu Tianshu, however, became a blurry shadow, like a fish-dragon.

It actually broke through all the blockade of Geng metal energy, bypassed the trajectory of that staff, and soared into the sky.

Wandering aimlessly in the void, dancing with sword in the vast emptiness.

A fish swimming in the sky, wings in the vast void.

Kun! Transform into Peng!!

Along the shore, the water surface, with a radius of more than twenty meters, was shattered into countless white waves.

The moment the stick struck the water and caused a white wave to surge up, a large amount of water had already turned into gas invisible to the naked eye.

The airflow, like a colorless waterfall, rushed into the sky.

The person in the air broke through the air currents and descended, a sword falling to the ground.

The shadow of the staff in Cao Ying's hand suddenly disappeared, and a pear tree branch sprouted from the top of her head.

On the branches, pear blossoms are in full bloom.

Especially the pear blossom at the very top, which is as big as a bowl.

It's as if just this one flower blooming can release all anger, make one forget troubles, and leave one carefree and unharmed.

But that sword, seemingly blue and white, possessed a force so heavy it was as if ocean waves were crashing down from the sky.

A sword pierced straight down, splitting pear blossoms, cleaving branches, and penetrating the crown of the head.

The sword plunged straight to the hilt, Cao Ying's body exploded into several pieces, which flew out.

Only a pear tree stump remained in place, pinned down by this sword strike.

New branches kept sprouting around the tree stump, and pear blossoms grew, but the petals fell off as soon as they opened.

The destructive power of this sword strike is inexhaustible.

Tree stumps are rootless, but in this struggle, roots spread out from the soil.

The soil within a radius of several meters was constantly being pushed and thrashed by thick roots, causing the land on the shore to tremble as if it were being shaken.

The Pear God's wrath was seemingly endless, arising and ceasing at the same time.

It had been swallowed up and suppressed by the Five Rampancies for so many years, and now it had been killed by a mortal who possessed the manifested saint.

This sword, they even want to nail its entire body here.

Angry! Angry! Angry!!

Chu Tianshu, who was upside down in mid-air, relaxed and flipped into the air, landing next to the tree stump.

"With your stance, you dare to stage a ruckus in Heaven?!"

Chu Tianshu pointed a finger at the blade of the Sanqi Divine Sword, and thick, bright red blood was forced out, flowing out in the shape of a talisman.

"Think about how many people's true feelings and intentions you stole for that one attack, and you still have the nerve to be angry here?!"

He raised his face, and with his left index finger, he suddenly swept across the center of his brow, leaving a cut.

"We humans are the ones who should be angry!"

He took a drop of blood essence, which faintly glowed with a clear light, from between his eyebrows and flicked it onto the sword.

The "Lesser Yang Blood River Chariot" uses the principles of Yin and Yang to extract profound spiritual energy to Weapon Soul.

In other worlds, unlike the Spirit Realm of the Great Tang Dynasty, they are not friendly to the Weapon Soul.

But now, the Sanqi Divine Sword is directly embedded in the body of a spiritual Ghost God.

The flowers that grew on the tree stump suddenly withered in large numbers, leaving only one or two, still dying and Shengmie.

The tree roots trembled again, enraged that the sword dared to absorb its power.

The sword's blade was like a mirror, and pear blossoms appeared in its reflection.

That's because the Pear God wanted to corrupt the sword.

Pear blossoms piled up, covering the sword's blade and reaching the hilt of the divine sword.

The hilt of this sword was originally quite ordinary, somewhat resembling the shape of a gold ingot.

Now, the texture on the handguard is ancient, intricate, and solemn, like a mask with a wide forehead and mouth.

Two eyes are hidden within her brows, and Fangxiangshi with four eyes, resembling the Four-Eyed Immortal.

Chu Tianshu's lips curled up, and he moved his finger, pointing it at the hand guard.

The blood of the Martial Stove God was used as a sacrifice.

The power of the Five Chang Gods was lured over.

The powers of the two Ghost God clashed once again.

"Five Rampancies!!"

The tree stump let out a long howl.

Chu Tianshu suddenly drew his sword, and the entire tree stump was sucked into the sword like flowing water and suppressed.

Pear God's roar startled the entire battlefield.

They've only just started fighting.

When I turned around, not only was Cao Ying dead, but the Pear God had also been suppressed.

(End of this chapter)