Chapter 22: Sword Formation

Several sharp sword energies struck rapidly. Junior Brother Bai Ming flipped and rotated, barely dodging through the gap between two swords. At this moment, a spiritual palm strike descended from above.

The timing was caught too well. Junior Brother Bai Ming could not dodge. For a moment, he hadn't even managed to mobilize his spiritual power, so he could only protect his chest with both hands and was slapped toward the ground.

The immense force slapped him directly onto the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. The next instant, another large spiritual palm flew toward him.

Junior Brother Bai Ming lay on the ground. Before he could adjust his posture, he had to forcibly mobilize his spiritual power to escape, and the massive shockwave sent him flying.

Several spell techniques followed closely behind.

Junior Brother Bai Ming clutched his injured left arm, his legs emitting flames as he dodged the continuous bombardment from the sky.

Spiritual palm strikes kept slapping down. Junior Brother Bai Ming gritted his teeth, not daring to pause for even a moment. The massive impact from his back further aggravated the pain of his wounds.

Three white sword energies rushed over rapidly, taking advantage of the opening while Junior Brother Bai Ming dodged the palm strikes to stab at his thighs.

Junior Brother Bai Ming endured the pain and forcibly dodged to the side. The three sword energies grazed his thighs, tearing out three horrific wounds.

The excruciating pain from his legs made it nearly impossible for him to walk, but he could not stop, nor did he dare to stop. He could only channel spiritual power into his thighs to slightly alleviate the pain of the torn muscles.

Relying on his willpower, Junior Brother Bai Ming temporarily suppressed the pain in his body and sprinted toward the outskirts of the Yuqing Sect.

Magic power bombarded wildly, blasting the path forward and backward into a devastated state. Junior Brother Bai Ming relied on his movement techniques to advance with difficulty, while also having to watch out for attacks from behind.

Boom—

Three thirty-meter-tall giant trees were blasted down, crashing crosswise toward Junior Brother Bai Ming and simultaneously blocking his path forward.

Junior Brother Bai Ming fired a fireball, barely managing to scramble out through the gap.

Just as he poked his head out from the narrow gap, two spiritual swords tore through the smoke and dust to slash at him. Junior Brother Bai Ming covered his hands with flame armor and caught them narrowly.

The sword edges of the spiritual swords cut into Junior Brother Bai Ming's palms. Under the influence of the two people's spiritual power, the wounds were deepening bit by bit.

Junior Brother Bai Ming caught the two swords with his bare hands, circulating his spiritual flame to struggle against the sharpness of the two spiritual swords.

Junior Brother Bai Ming's face was ferocious. "Why must you block me?"

Senior Brother Xiao held his sword and remained silent. The conviction of the youth before him moved him somewhat, but matters had reached this point, and there was no room for turning back.

A nimble flame was exhaled from Junior Brother Bai Ming's mouth. Senior Brother Xiao was startled and his body showed a tendency to dodge. Junior Brother Bai Ming let go and punched out. At the same time, the two spiritual swords slashed toward Junior Brother Bai Ming's chest, carving a bloody cross mark.

The pincer attack of the two appeared to have a brief opening because Senior Brother Xiao dodged. Junior Brother Bai Ming, carrying the sword wounds, decisively flew away.

The Junior Brother of Yuqing Sect gripped his spiritual sword, sighing with some emotion, "This person is truly throwing his life away."

The action just now seemed extremely insane to him. A full-force slash from two spiritual swords at close range was no joking matter; an ordinary cultivator who took this hit would either be dead or crippled.

Senior Brother Xiao recalled that scene just now, feeling somewhat inexplicably. If he hadn't retreated, Junior Brother Bai Ming would absolutely not have had a chance to escape, and having suffered such a heavy blow, he would have no ability to resist further.

Yet, in the end, he had still retreated. That strange ball of flame and the tenacious fighting spirit in Junior Brother Bai Ming's eyes made him feel a moment of trepidation, and his movements also revealed a flaw.

That move just now completely disregarded life and death; it was an out-and-out desperate move.

Senior Brother Xiao murmured, "It really is… crazy."

Different spiritual spell techniques emitted light in the night sky, chasing the fiery figure on the ground.

There was a thick taste of rust in Junior Brother Bai Ming's mouth, and his throat was parched. Since the beginning of his flight, his body had long been covered in wounds, and blood had stained large swathes of his magnificent clothing.

Yet his consciousness was strangely clear, whether brought on by the wounds covering his entire body, or because the exit was right before his eyes.

Exhilaration.

This was the first time he had been so excited since arriving in this world.

The outer wall of Canglan City appeared in his spiritual sense; as long as he had another half hour, he would be able to leave.

A few bodily injuries meant nothing to him. As long as he could leave, what did a few more wounds matter?

Swish—

A sword edge pierced the air, and a spiritual sword struck directly toward the back of his head.

Junior Brother Bai Ming turned his head to dodge and grabbed the sword body. The spiritual sword hummed, vibrating incessantly, cutting his web between thumb and index finger as it tried to escape.

"It really is annoying."

The spiritual sword in his hand kept shaking wildly. Junior Brother Bai Ming's injured left hand couldn't hold it well, and he couldn't destroy it in a short time, so he could only throw it toward the ground.

The spiritual sword was thrown to the ground, and just as it was about to touch the ground, it flipped and flew back into its owner's hand.

The cold night wind howled, and the white-robed youth's Daoist robe fluttered in the wind. He caught the sword with one hand, looking down condescendingly at the somewhat disheveled man on the ground.

Junior Brother Bai Ming's expression was grave; he had been surrounded by three white-robed swordsmen.

Three Qi Refining Peak cultivators in good condition.

Senior Brother Xiao sighed deeply, "It's a pity, but this is the end. To be able to force us to use this move can be considered rare."

A layer of gauze-like white light covered the bodies of the three Yuqing Sect disciples, and three spiritual swords slowly flew out, rotating around the center.

A cyan-white sword formation appeared beneath Junior Brother Bai Ming's feet. A massive pressure struck, and Junior Brother Bai Ming was careless for a moment, his body crushed down.

Senior Brother Xiao shouted, "Moon Eve Sword Formation, rise!"

The three spiritual swords emitted dazzling light, and hundreds of sword lights appeared out of thin air, hovering in the sky, seemingly ready to fall at any moment.

The several white lights above his head were exceptionally dazzling, and Junior Brother Bai Ming, deep below, only felt it was as bright as day.

And he was like prey illuminated by a searchlight in the pitch black, waiting for the hunter's execution.

"Fellow Daoist, are you willing to stop?"

Junior Brother Bai Ming raised his head with difficulty and laughed a few times, "Stop? I have never thought of opposing you all, nor do I have any grievances with you. Why can't you just let me leave?"

Senior Brother Xiao pinched a sword incantation, "Sorry, your identity is unknown, and this is my duty."

Junior Brother Bai Ming endured the pressure and forcibly stood up, "What a great duty." He sighed deeply, "Fine, I surrender."

The Junior Brother of Yuqing Sect breathed a sigh of relief. This sword formation was a combined ultimate technique with immense power, created specifically for monsters with formidable physical bodies.

Once trapped inside, one could only be worn down by endless sword light and could never escape. If he could, he really didn't want to use this move to deal with a youth covered in wounds.

Although his fellow sect Junior Brother had been severely injured by him, there was no threat to his life, and combined with the fact that he had mainly focused on dodging during the previous battle, it showed that this youth was not a heinous person.

The Junior Brother of Yuqing Sect secretly rubbed his forehead, not knowing what exactly had happened to the Song family.

Junior Brother Bai Ming lowered his head, appearing as if he were ready to be captured. Senior Brother Xiao stared intently, not daring to relax.

A small, imperceptible flame was exhaled from Junior Brother Bai Ming's mouth and nose.

Junior Brother Bai Ming raised his hand and fired a fireball, "I surrender your head."

Senior Brother Xiao sighed. Hundreds of sword lights poured out. It wasn't that he hadn't anticipated this situation, he just wanted to give the tenacious youth before him one last chance.

The fireball was shattered by the sword light before it even approached the three, causing an explosion in the air, and a wisp of flame seized the opportunity to dart out.

As the embers dissipated, a ring of fire appeared around Junior Brother Bai Ming.

Hundreds of sword lights bombarded the ground continuously, and the fire ring erupted with intense rotational speed, struggling to resist.

Junior Brother Bai Ming's eyebrows were matted together in a mess, and his weed-like hair swayed randomly under the impact brought by the sword light.