Chapter 1251 — One Dance Topples a City
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 3
At the same moment a divine light followed close behind the sword from that vertical eye. Yu Wufei stood high above, her white-dragon whip—hundreds of li long, no telling how many—coiled around her, appearing and vanishing unpredictably.
Suddenly the whip became one spiral after another, not meeting Shen Mu's Kalpa-Opening sword-light head-on, but letting it pass into the spirals.
When the Kalpa-Opening Sword entered the white dragon's spirals, countless runes surfaced on the dragon's scales, reflecting one after another upon the swiftly passing sword-light. In the space of a breath, the Kalpa-Opening sword-light pierced through spiral after spiral of white dragon and reached Yu Wufei's brow at the end of them.
Yu Wufei raised her other hand, caught the Kalpa-Opening Sword lightly between index and middle finger, and sneered, "The Kalpa-Opening Sword that no one can break—and I break it with ease.
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" No sooner had she spoken than her pretty face changed utterly. The light following behind the Kalpa-Opening Sword roused the broken sword's power; the sword-light surged again and stabbed into her brow. Yu Wufei cried out and flung her head aside.
The sword-light scored from her brow to her right temple, all but lifting off her skull. Shocked and furious, she sent the white-dragon whip coiling at Shen Mu.
Through the spirals of white dragon she could see his every movement clearly.
In the instant the whip coiled toward him, she saw Shen Mu bow to her. Yu Wufei's blood ran cold; she knew at once that something was wrong.
This was Yin Tianzi's art. Yin Tianzi hid a blade in his smile: when he bowed to a man, he often bowed his soul to death.
Let the man be the least bit careless and he was struck—one bow, and the soul shattered into four, and he died.
And Shen Mu plainly had this power too. Shen Mu bowed, and Yu Wufei's mind went blank; her primordial spirit rang and boomed, and a dreadfully rending force seized the three souls and seven spirits within her, all but tearing her soul apart.
She could withstand it, but the goddess-generals in her heavenly palace might not.
At Shen Mu's single bow, five women of the Yujing Realm had their three souls split and their seven spirits shattered.
The others, of the Lingxiao Realm, held their primordial spirits together, but the bow had gravely wounded them all the same.
Yu Wufei laughed in her fury. Across the spirals of white dragon she bowed in return, and a great sound came from within Shen Mu, a column of blue smoke rising straight from the crown of his head.
Yu Wufei was startled: she had used Yin Tianzi's art, and yet had not bowed Shen Mu to death—he had blocked the blow with a primordial spirit of monstrous strength.
But the next moment, the spirals the white-dragon whip had become locked Shen Mu in, binding him fast, so that he could not struggle free. Yu Wufei laughed coldly.
With Shen Mu bound, she bowed at him again and again, more than ten times. "I refuse to believe you can block it every time!
" Boom, boom, boom—ten great reports in succession; under her bows, the blue smoke from Shen Mu's crown shot straight up beyond the clouds.
Even so, Yu Wufei could not bow him to death.
Shen Mu tore free of the white-dragon whip. Yu Wufei flew at him, killing; the whip lashed, struck, swung, snapped, even opened its dragon maw and rent with dragon claws, so that Shen Mu could not rise into the air and could only retreat step by step with his feet on the earth, sword-light crisscrossing as he fought the whip with his sword.
One in the air, one on the ground; the white-dragon whip spanned a hundred li, coming and going like lightning, while Shen Mu's sword-light sliced the void, leaving trail after trail of snowy brightness, and at the center of each trail a black line.
That was the mark of his sword cutting the void open, so fast it was.
From Yu Wufei's heavenly palace more attacks came crashing down.