Blade of Remembrance, Divine Wind Dharma Sword

Chu Tianshu raised his face, and a crimson light illuminated his entire body.

Before the eight hands even landed, the intense life force he had just absorbed into his body, which was only exposed to the blood-red light, showed signs of retreating and dissipating from his body.

He could never fully integrate the primordial energy extracted from the Nanhua True Interpretation into himself; he could only use it as a temporary consumable.

Whether it's frantically absorbing the jade-like woman's vital energy or extracting life force from Lin Chucheng's blood.

It's like adding fuel to his tank.

The blood-red light from those eight palms, which reversed the flow of life force, seemed to be a perfect counter to his current limited fuel supply.

"Disperse!"

Chu Tianshu uttered a single word calmly.

The four figures, like fireworks exploding, shot out in different directions.

Apart from himself, the other three launched their attacks as his figure shot out.

Purple fist and palm prints, and crimson Li Fire Blade Qi, all crashed into the eight-handed blood-red halo.

The light wheel hummed and spun, instantly dissipating the purple blood fist imprint and the Li Fire Blade Qi.

With a flick of its light, it was about to pursue Chu Tianshu.

But from another direction, Tang Nu's attack also arrived.

After Chu Tianshu absorbed all their vital energy, all the jade figures collapsed to the ground, turning into heavy, gray-white stone statues.

Tang Nu crouched low, clutching one in each hand, and tried to roar, but instead let out a sharp, clear eagle cry.

The two gray-white stone statues were thrown out with a bang and crashed into the Eight-Hand Halo.

The eight hands, sometimes separating and sometimes joining together, had already bypassed the stone statue and were in pursuit again.

At this moment, Chu Tianshu was already more than forty meters away, his figure flying swiftly close to the ground, silent and graceful, without a speck of dust.

In reality, his entire body was enveloped in subtle, colorless sword energy, allowing him to make ghostly turns as if he had no momentum.

In an instant, they bypassed a stone pillar.

Joe was hiding behind this stone pillar.

The moment their eyes met, Qiao was so startled that every single one of his eyebrows stood up straight, making them appear more than twice as thick.

When facing a powerful warlock's flying artifact, bypassing the artifact and directly attacking its target is the most efficient approach.

Joe never expected that the other side could find them so accurately and arrive so unexpectedly.

Chu Tianshu's sword was already drawn.

At Joe's feet, however, lay a briefcase, which, like a monster protecting its master, darted forward and bit down.

The sword energy released by Chu Tianshu was actually swallowed up by the briefcase that was blocking the two of them.

Moreover, the trajectory of his sword strikes was slanted, and the sword energy resembled a slanted gray crescent moon.

But as soon as it made contact with the briefcase, the sharp ends of the blade energy that extended beyond the briefcase were suddenly swallowed up.

The corner of the suitcase nearly caught the blade.

This briefcase looks ordinary, but its speed in close-up movements and its biting motion surpasses that of those eight hands.

Although its attack power is much weaker than those eight palms, it can withstand attacks from any angle, making it truly a top-grade defensive magic weapon.

But the suitcase had just swallowed a knife and was about to open its mouth again when Chu Tianshu's blade slashed down vertically.

A flash of silver light, and the blade scraped down the edge of the monster's bloody maw.

In the blink of an eye, the blade slashed upwards again, the edge of the blade grazing the edge of the bloody wound once more!

Repeated three times, for a total of six cuts.

When a person realizes that a thought of recollection has just flashed through their mind, the brief moment spent reflecting on it has already slipped away and can never be retrieved.

Chu Tianshu's knife is like an instinctive recollection in a person's heart.

When Qiao realized that Chu Tianshu had already made a vertical slash, what she saw was a second upward slash.

By the time he realized this was the second strike, Chu Tianshu had already used all six strikes.

This is the Blade of Remembrance from the "Heavenly Heart Sorrowful Demon Slash".

In the vastness of life, before one can even recall the specific painful events, the pursuit itself becomes unattainable, and the act of thinking always lags behind the reality, leading to the feeling of bitterness.

For Chu Tianshu, unleashing the Blade of Remembrance in battle was also a tremendous challenge.

At that moment, he was so focused that his pupils shrank to the size of pinholes, his expression tense and strained.

The moment those six strikes were successfully executed, a feeling of genuine exhilaration washed over me.

The box monster also happily split in two.

A dark aura flashed along the crack in the box monster and touched Joe.

Chu Tianshu flicked his wrist, and the white light of his Weapon Soul burst forth.

Xu Ziqian's figure suddenly appeared from Qiao's side, a bronze light emanating from his hand, blocking the way in front of the Weapon Soul.

With a single swipe, the white light of the Weapon Soul was actually reflected back.

Chant!!

After the yellow light struck, the sound that followed was not the clash of weapons, but rather a sound like a harmonica being played.

The harmonica is called a piano in your pocket, but its structure is very simple.

Generally speaking, the entire body of the instrument consists of two cover plates, two reeds, and a central flute.

However, Xu Ziqian's harmonica playing was clearly not like that.

His cover plate and spring are both made up of more complex sheet metal parts.

Each part is shaped like a distorted musical note or a spell.

Only the middle fretboard can be considered a complete unit.

When Xu Ziqian decided to cast the incantation, the parts on the harmonica rushed forward like flowing water, instantly forming a long, narrow sword.

The qin ge remained in his palm, held tightly by his five fingers, becoming the hilt of a sword.

The blade of this sword has a slightly dull brass color.

The blade was two and a half feet long, the spine was slightly thick, and the width of the blade was only about the width of a large, venomous mosquito's wing.

"Snort!"

The Weapon Soul returned, Chu Tianshu snorted coldly.

With that cold snort, thirty-seven strikes had already been delivered.

Although it can't compare to the Blade of Remembrance I just used.

But these thirty-seven cuts also carried a sense of chaotic sorrow, a chilling wind and rain, and a sinister sharpness that seemed to arise from nowhere.

However, Xu Ziqian, with his sword in hand, blocked all thirty-seven blows without sustaining a scratch.

This sword, though assembled from character-like parts, possesses a mysterious and profound power, like incantations linked together.

Like ordinary, scattered musical notes, they connect to form a bizarre and astonishing symphony.

The entire sword structure has no loose or weak points; on the contrary, it is dozens or even hundreds of times stronger and tougher than the original parts.

The sword seemed to carry a sharp, unbroken flow.

This sword doesn't need any external wind to vibrate.

Within Xu Ziqian's body, it was as if an endless wind was blowing through his palm onto the sword.

A strange wind blew from the sword's tail to its tip, both outside and inside, just as this cursed sword was born to be one with the wind.

Moreover, the internal wind speed is definitely faster and the wind force is more stable than that of the outside.

Xu Ziqian was proficient in no fewer than 113 kinds of unorthodox and heretical spells.

However, those methods either require advance preparation or are not very effective against skilled opponents, so they are basically useless in today's battle.

What he could truly rely on was his foundational Dharma, the Five Chakra Divine Wind Dharma Body.

Using the five breathing techniques of "xi-xu," "ha-hu," and "si," visualize five divine winds blowing into the crown chakra, face chakra, chest chakra, navel chakra, and root chakra, respectively.

Breathing exercises and body chakra exercises each have their own orthodox Buddhist and Daoist practices, which focus on the interaction between the mind and life energy. However, they are both time-consuming and require a calm and tranquil mind.

Xu Ziqian mixed in evil arts, and the Five Chakra Divine Wind he cultivated could borrow the blood and fetal blood of others who devoutly believed in him to harmonize his own desires and greatly improve his health.

After Chu Tianshu finished using the thirty-seven strikes, he suddenly let out a mocking laugh.

"Take another blow!"

He lifted his body two meters off the ground, and in a flash, leaned forward and stabbed down with his knife.

This strike, compared to his previous swift strikes, actually appeared quite clumsy.

But as he struck down from mid-air, his robes billowed with a powerful aura.

The silver-white sword, which originally appeared quite light and agile, now looked extremely dark.

Xu Ziqian felt the other person's figure looming over him, as if he were seeing a precipice collapsing towards him.

And that sword was a poisonous thorn hidden in the precipitous cliff.

When people are deeply saddened, the shadows cast upon them are as thick as a collapsing mountain.

"Oh no! What kind of monster is this person? He saw through the weakness of my technique so quickly?!"

Xu Ziqian swayed his sword to the side, his internal energy spontaneously activating, and he flashed away.

The strength of the Five Chakra Divine Wind is its astonishing endurance, and its extremely pure mind during battle.

Regardless of whether the influence is benevolent or malicious, once caught up in the momentum of the divine wind, after five cycles, it will no longer interfere with one's judgment in battle.

But this method... lacks a killer move.

Most deadly moves in the world are likely to harm both the attacker and the attacker.

Xu Ziqian was the founder of an evil cult, whose followers included many cruel, violent, ignorant, and self-destructive individuals. Yet, he himself was a person who valued health and wellness.

He always clearly distinguished between deceiving and misleading others in order to genuinely benefit himself.

Therefore, by his very nature, he cannot create or master a particularly powerful killing move.

Between opponents of similar skill level, without a decisive move, if he were to clash with the enemy's ultimate technique, he could only dodge.

But deep down he also felt that at this point, hiding was no longer a problem.

The blood wheel roared in the air, and Joe's eight hands flew back.

Chu Tianshu's precipitous slash pierced the center of the Blood Wheel, and he felt an indescribable, violent, and bestial force surge back towards him.

It sounded as if he were hearing the roars of lions, tigers, buffaloes, and elephants all at once, but none of them were quite the same.

There was also a force trying to suppress his mind and body.

Golden palms seal the body, silver hands seal the soul.

Joe's Golden and Silver Hands were originally best known for their sealing and suppression techniques. However, with the addition of the elixir of immortality's bestiality, the sealing and suppression abilities have been weakened, while the offensive power has become more prominent.

Chu Tianshu and Guanglun clashed, and Chu Tianshu was sent flying backwards, crashing into a stone pillar.

The Eight-Hand Halo also flew back to its master's side.

Xu Ziqian was overjoyed and shouted, "Combined attack!"

Before the words had even faded, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

Joe's face turned deathly pale as he watched the eight hands fly back to his side, but his own hands clutched his chest and abdomen.

(End of this chapter)