Chapter Seven: The Heavenly Escape Secret Seal Sword Art and the Celestial Golden Elixir Mental Method
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Xie Peiling stared at the statue paralyzed by the electric shock, while another small sword formation made from a talisman barely left faint sword marks on the statue’s bronze-like body. At this moment, he himself could not strike the statue with his fists.
“Your fists alone cannot break the body of the Martial Sacrificial God statue. Catch the sword!”
Nearby, a young girl faintly suppressed the literary god statue’s assault. In Xie Peiling’s eyes, her swordsmanship was extraordinarily refined—at least none he had seen could surpass her.
After her words, the flying sword transformed into a grand radiance, the sound of breaking air rushing toward him. Xie Peiling grasped it with one hand.
In one fluid motion, though this was not his first time holding a sword, it was the first time he used it to kill an enemy.
Beside him, the woman with dark hair covering her face and dressed in plain clothes exuded a fierce killing intent. Though she looked down on this clearly novice cultivator, the fact that he successfully quelled the god statue—even if aided by talismans—was nonetheless a testament to his strength. She was unwilling to underestimate him and decided to entertain him for a while.
Just as Xie Peiling’s sword was about to pierce the Martial God Spirit’s body, suddenly, numerous dense silk threads wove into a pale white wall.
At the same time, the woman’s silk threads at her waist began to merge, finally forming a long sword without a sheath. The blade was wholly pale, as if forged from human flesh.
When her skeletal hand gripped the sword, a crackling sound erupted from its tip, and a crimson glow appeared, as if countless eyes were opening within.
The woman simply swung the sword in a straightforward slash toward Xie Peiling.
Had he continued to attack the Martial God Spirit, this sword strike would likely have cut him in half.
Xie Peiling decisively abandoned his offensive. He understood that unless he dealt with the woman first, he could not restrain the Martial God Spirit. He had no choice but to forsake the currently powerless god statue.
“What a pity.”
The nearby girl sighed upon seeing this scene. She maintained her own techniques; no matter what moves the literary god spirit displayed, she could always counter them. The two remained locked in a stalemate, unable to defeat each other.
After dodging the sword slash, Xie Peiling moved with the lightness of a swallow, thrusting toward the plain-clothed woman.
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As before, the woman lightly flicked her wrist, sending another wave of sword energy crashing toward Xie Peiling, attempting to force him back.
She seemed indifferent to the passage of time, simply wanting to play here, completely disregarding both of them.
Xie Peiling remained calm. This time, he did not retreat; his sword’s tip precisely pierced through the sword energy. He quickly discarded the sword and sidestepped the attack, forming his hand into a fist and striking toward the woman’s forehead.
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