Chapter 226 — One Sword Slashes Forth a Surging Sea of Blood
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" The other eight hurried to look, and said with trembling voices, "Senior Green Mountain, what have you found? " "Look at his eyes. " The eight pressed their heads close, and saw that in the left and right pupils of this Heaven-Man realm expert there lay a gleam of sword light apiece; the sword seemed to have thrust straight at him, and in the very next instant the expert's life was ended. Daoist Green Mountain held up the head, turned it toward the main hall where Shen Mu and the others slept, and said, "The sword came from there.
What on earth is in that place?
" He slowly shifted his body, by degrees seeking the angle, and then he saw the flickering light of the candle, and then a corner of the painting, and said, "It is a painting.
I can see the hem of the garment of the man within it.
. .
" "Senior Green Mountain, why go to such trouble?
Why not simply destroy this house and everyone in it?
" A Heaven-Man realm expert suddenly struck.
His sword pellet rose into the air, and from within the sword pellet a pillar of sword light, howling, stabbed toward the house where Shen Mu and the others were.
That sword pillar was immeasurably thick, and wherever it passed, all was ground to shreds by the whirling sword light. The Sword-Circling Technique created by the Imperial Preceptor Jingping! The Imperial Preceptor Jingping had not been a man to hoard his secrets; many of the sword techniques he created had long since spread abroad, and many in the sword sects of the jianghu practiced the swordsmanship of the Imperial Preceptor Jingping, and the man who had struck was a master among them.
His attainments in the Sword-Circling Technique stood above those of many others. That one sword was grand and mighty; had it swept the main hall, it would surely have ground all within to fine powder, leaving nothing behind.
Whether Shen Mu inside, or the Dutian Demon God, or the dragon qilin, all would have been smashed to bits. "Do not bear killing intent toward that painting!
" Daoist Green Mountain's face changed greatly; he would have struck out to stop it, but it was already too late.
The sword pillar seemed suddenly to meet an invisible rampart and came to a halt in midair; then the pillar crumbled inch by inch, and with a crack the sword pellet burst apart. Between the brows of the expert who had just struck there appeared a red mark; a single drop of fresh blood flowed from the mark, and then he swayed and toppled to the ground with a thud.
"On your guard!
" Daoist Green Mountain said sternly.
His aura burst forth; six booms sounded from within his body. The six great divine treasuries of Spirit Fetus, Five Luminaries, Six Harmonies, Seven Stars, Heaven-Man, and Life-Death were all opened at once. Around him, one Heaven-Man realm expert after another could not keep their footing, and were forced to retreat again and again by his towering aura.
Whoosh.
Behind Daoist Green Mountain a phantom of a god-devil emerged, dragon-headed and human-bodied, as though a deity had descended, half its body in the void, half stepping into reality. Daoist Green Mountain clutched a bright mirror in his hand, staring in utter panic at the main hall where Shen Mu and the others slept, and said in a hoarse voice, "Will you not make ready at once? Are you courting death?
" Just then, Shen Mu, dozing in the main hall, narrowed his eyes and saw a figure drift down from the wall behind him; he could see only the back of a middle-aged man, drawn out very long by the candlelight.
This middle-aged man who had walked down from the painting was tall and slender of frame, bearing a precious sword upon his back, utterly still and quiet, like a spirit without a body of flesh, drifting toward the courtyard.