Cui Guang stared at Tu Shanjun, his shock laced with profound doubt.

The Three Rainbow Sword Art didn't have significant flaws; that was merely a natural concession in the flow of spiritual power.

When practicing the Primordial Spirit Art, spiritual power would naturally circulate through the meridians according to the internal cultivation method, then envelop the magic sword in hand. Thus, in the execution of sword moves, there would inevitably be moments of power and moments of slight weakness.

The fiendish ghost before him, whether by coincidence or something else, had just so fortunately seized the moment when his cultivation technique was renewing its strength.

And this wasn't the first time.

If it were merely due to the fiendish ghost's rich combat experience, it wouldn't be possible to seize every opportunity with such precision. This ability to seize opportunities was something even a Grand Cultivator at Qi Refining eleventh layer could not achieve.

To be able to do such a thing, one must have tempered their cultivation method countless times.

It was as if the fiendish ghost before him was intimately familiar with the Primordial Spirit Art and the Three Rainbow Sword Art.

Unfortunately, he couldn't ask anything.

He could only try to minimize his proximity to this ghost when his sword momentum was at its weakest.

He swallowed two more elixirs.

Cui Guang's body's meridians suddenly swelled and as his spiritual power surged, a talisman was flung out and caught by the tip of his sword.

Immediately, the talisman transformed into light, covering the crimson longsword.

Taking flight with his sword, the crimson longsword transformed into three streaks of red sword light, swirling around Tu Shanjun.

Tu Shanjun's two ghostly eyes rotated slightly. He knew that the Three Rainbow Sword Art was a sword technique of shifting reality and illusion, and only one of the three rainbow lights could truly inflict damage upon him.

After slaying Zhu Lin, he had diligently studied and researched the Primordial Spirit Art and the Three Rainbow Sword Art.

Coupled with Zhu Lin's skill seed understanding, his comprehension of the cultivation method and sword moves was equally profound.

"Thump."

A phantom image flickered past. Tu Shanjun swiftly pursued Cui Guang, his fists seemingly pounding like a pile driver, swinging wildly.

"Fast, but I'm faster than you."

Cui Guang slapped another talisman onto his body, and under the talisman's augmentation, his movements elevated to a higher level.

Cui Guang abandoned close-quarters combat with Tu Shanjun, instead widening the distance between them and directly controlling the Three Rainbow Sword Art to strike at Tu Shanjun.

Even though Tu Shanjun's understanding of the sword art was not shallow, he still couldn't withstand the swiftness of the flying sword. As his wounds increased, his body began to feel heavy.

Tu Shanjun no longer continued his long chase, instead charging towards the unconscious Tang Wen.

Cui Guang wanted to open the distance and engage with his flying sword, but Tu Shanjun could not afford to let the distance open. He needed to trade injuries, as a direct head-on clash would be more to his advantage.

Indeed, teacher's situation was dire.

But now Wen Yue's situation was equally perilous.

With the shifting of spiritual power, the power of the surrounding ghostly guards significantly weakened.

The compass cultivator was only a few zhang away from him. Perhaps in the next moment, a flying sword would strike, and his head would part ways with his neck.

Wen Yue decided not to sit idly and await death; he, too, had to join the battle.

Keeping his distance from the compass cultivator indeed made him safer, but once the evil spirits were exhausted, that person would undoubtedly rush to his front.

If these two couldn't be dealt with, even teacher's side would be in danger.

With this thought, Wen Yue immediately strode quickly towards the battlefield.

The compass cultivator wielded his magic sword in his left hand and talismans in his right, not only forcing Wen Lichun's ghost to retreat repeatedly, but also making it difficult for other fiendish ghosts to approach.

The Primordial Spirit Body Protection formed a protective light around him. Unranked ghost soldiers couldn't withstand a single blow, and Qi Refining third-layer fiendish ghosts couldn't inflict much damage on the compass cultivator.

If it weren't for the fact that both previous banner masters were quite capable, the compass cultivator would have already broken through the blockade by now.

Under the influence of spiritual power, the banner face wrapped around the main pole, forming a long staff that struck towards the compass cultivator.

"Bang."

The longsword and Soul Banner collided, and instead, Wen Yue was shaken back two zhang.

For Wen Yue, a staff could also be used as a golden saber. The Primordial Spirit Sect cultivator's crimson longsword was merely a low-grade magical tool, making it difficult to damage the Soul Banner, which was a superior-grade magical tool.

Wen Yue, relying on his martial arts, fought alongside Old Xiang, Li Qingfeng, and Zhou Liang.

In any case, Wen Yue had at least entered the mid-stage of Qi Refining, so the power gap between the two sides wasn't that large.

Even if the opponent was two layers higher than him, and their sword techniques and spiritual power were both more profound, he could still contend with them by relying on same-rank ghosts and many third-layer ghosts.

The compass cultivator couldn't help but feel annoyed. He was already having a frustrating battle, as these fiendish ghosts fought without any sluggishness, agile as if they were alive. Now, with Wen Yue's inclusion, his magic robe inevitably suffered several more attacks.

Both of his senior brothers were now entangled, leaving only him free to act.

Hence, he inevitably grew agitated.

His offensive became increasingly fierce.

Now that he thought about it, if he continued to delay, the outcome was uncertain, so it was better to directly use his trump card.

"One Yuan Sword Talisman."

"Swift."

A crimson-gold talisman appeared in the compass cultivator's hand, activated by spiritual power.

The crimson-gold talisman suddenly transformed into a long sword. With a mere flicker,

One became two, two became four.

Four sword shadows formed a sword array, erupting and charging towards Wen Yue.

Wen Yue raised his hand and flung out two fire ball talismans. The talismans burned, transforming into two huge fireballs that spun and flew away.

Then, he slapped a Swift Movement Talisman onto his body, trying his best to dodge.

The two fire ball talismans were instantly pulverized by the sword shadows.

However, one of the four sword shadows was also neutralized.

Zhou Liang, the Qi Refining fifth-layer evil spirit, blocked in front of the sword array, further reducing one.

The evil spirit Zhou Liang's body was sent flying by the sword light, crashing against the nearby rock wall.

When it reached Wen Yue, Wen Yue held the Soul Banner to block one, but he was still pierced through the shoulder by the last one. The magic robe he had obtained from Zhu Lin tore open, and blood streamed down his arm.

His arm trembled, unable to exert any force.

It was probably broken.

Not just his arm; this sword shadow directly numbed the left half of his body.

The compass cultivator was about to pursue his advantage when a scholar-like evil spirit flashed past him, striking fiercely when his spiritual power was waning.

The compass cultivator blocked with his sword, but unexpectedly, the one-armed ghost clawed at his waist.

Due to the previous activation of spiritual power, the magical robe on his body no longer had spiritual power covering it. This claw tore open the magical robe and simultaneously ripped off a large chunk of flesh from his waist, instantly staining the robe with blood.

The intense pain caused him to cry out.

"Ah!"

He swept his sword horizontally, and Wen Lichun, the fourth-layer ghost, immediately filled the gap.

The compass cultivator no longer held back. His eyes bloodshot, he bit the tip of his tongue and a mouthful of pure Yang blood essence, infused with spiritual power sprayed onto the face of the ghost transformed from Wen Lichun, sizzling like sulfuric acid.

Immediately after, a sword was thrust into the ghost's neck.

Pierced through the neck, the fiendish ghost immediately dispersed into black mist and returned to the Soul Banner.

Without the obstruction of the ghosts, the compass cultivator appeared before Wen Yue, holding his flying sword.

Wen Yue desperately wanted to move his body, but the lower half of his body was numb, his left arm was broken, and the bleeding was barely stopped by sealing the acupoints with spiritual power. How could he possibly move his body at such a time?

"Die!"

The compass cultivator's eyes were wide with fury, his magic sword heading straight for Wen Yue's head.

"Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts."

The final desperate strike of the unranked ghosts.

The ghostly phantom passed through, but the compass cultivator dodged it, directly swinging his sword at Wen Yue.

Wen Yue could already feel the numbness in his body receding. Perhaps in the next moment, he would be able to move, but the magic sword was already upon him.

"Bang."

A figure slammed into him.

The broken-armed ghost's body squarely took the sword's blow.

Most of the ghost's body dissipated, its dull eyes seemingly looking at Wen Yue.

"Baihu Xiang."

Wen Yue's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared as he charged forward: "I'll fight you to the death!"

With this opening, Wen Yue's body had recovered.

The staff-shaped Soul Banner was violently swung.

Bang.

A muffled thud.

The Soul Banner smashed into the compass cultivator's body. His ribs were broken, and his body was sent flying horizontally.

He spat out two mouthfuls of blood in mid-air, falling to the ground and rolling several times before finally steadying himself.

Unfortunately, Wen Yue was too weak to pursue, propping himself up with the Soul Banner.

That last strike had caused his wounds to burst open, blood gushing like a spring.

He looked down to see his thighs trembling, and a small puddle of blood collecting at his feet.

(Chapter End)

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