Chapter 154 — Breaking the Will
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The words "night battle" in Night Slash of a Thousand Cities' Wind and Rain already showed that this move needed no eyes to watch the four quarters.
Simuluo's swords were exceedingly strange; let your gaze fall on them and you were struck.
So this move was the most correct choice. "The Shaman Venerable's Louluo Sutra is truly extraordinary — very monstrous and wicked.
" Shen Mu's saber met his opponent's sword, and at once he felt that the strength in the other's sword was less than his own.
The strength of the combat-technique school lay in holding a weapon in hand, able to burst out with all of one's power.
Simuluo's golden swords, driven back by Night Slash of a Thousand Cities' Wind and Rain, returned behind him and with a swish assembled into two golden wings; the twin wings flapped and turned, and with a clash of ringing steel they blocked the sharp swords shooting from Shen Mu's sword-pack. Suddenly Shen Mu let both sabers leave his hands and struck out a punch, like a sun in the sky, shining upon the yang-soul.
Simuluo, shone upon by his fist-intent, had his soul slightly shaken, yet his moves were not disordered in the least; only the eyes on his swords were shone shut, one after another, and the eyes shrieked and turned to wisps of green smoke.
Shen Mu struck backhanded with the Sovereign-Heaven Seal; Simuluo did not stir a hair.
The Shaman Venerable's Louluo Sutra used the souls of others as the stuff of cultivation, refining one's own soul to utter steadfastness. His body too was incomparably hard, so hard that even the Eight Thunderclap Formulas could not shake it.
Shen Mu frowned slightly, then suddenly pointed a finger: the thirty-six flying swords that flew from his sword-pack came together with a clatter, turned into the Drill-Sword Form, and stabbed down at Simuluo in a single sword!