Chapter Sixty-Seventh: Sword Breaks the Four Symbols

ears.This will depend on the content within the tags. Please provide me with the text between the "" and "" tags so I can translate it for you. For example:If the content is "Hello world!", then the...The prison dragon chain was evaded, and Hai Zongming felt a sense of unease in his heart.

Jiang Wang shouldn't know the effect of the Dragon Binding Rope, was he prepared in advance, or is his combat talent truly so outstanding that he instinctively made the best choice

But for a strong cultivator of his level, a little bit of emotion couldn't shake his resolve.

He initially went all out, with the blessing of the Four Great Sacred Buildings.

As the Primordial Dragon Binding Rope fell, it immediately invoked the power of the stars. With a single palm strike, it pressed down directly. It didn't matter what preparations Jiang Wang had made; it simply crushed his strategy with brute force and overwhelming pressure!

The celestial power wielded by the experts outside the Lou was similar yet different to the star power that Jiang Wang had imbued in his swordsmanship. They were both forms of stellar energy, but while Jiang Wang utilized pure star force, accumulated in the Star Moon Origin, the experts from the outer realms tapped into the power of their celestial towers that stood tall in the distant starry sky.

The latter is more self-directed, more flexible, and of course, more powerful!

As the palm strike landed, a gigantic hand of starlight crashed down, sealing off all of Jiang Wang's escape routes.

But it was unclear whether his hand had moved first, or if the sword's cry had sounded before.

Perhaps they were happening at the same time, destined to collide.

Either the sword was too fast, or... This sword belongs only to me, anything is possible!

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There was a sword, coming from the east.

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Slicing through the night sky, severing the stars, it cleaved through the Azure Dragon Holy Hall and struck the Sea Sect's Ming Hou straight in the back of the head.

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It is said that in spring, the Azure Dragon is slain.

A sword came from the west.

A killing intent, fierce and relentless, shattered the brilliance of the White Tiger Sacred Hall and plunged straight into Hai Zongming's heart.

It is said that gold kills the white tiger.

A sword came from the south.

Arrogance blazed, shattering the projection of Zhuque Holy Tower, intending to cleave Hai Zongming from the left, splitting him in two with a single sword.

This is to say, fire slaughters the Vermillion Bird.

A sword came from the north.

With immense power, it directly suppressed the Xuanwu Sacred Hall, a heavy sword falling from the right side, aiming to crush it into flesh paste.

This is what it's called, the destruction of Xuanwu!

How strong was swordsmanship that once stood at the pinnacle of time

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At the outset, outside Qingyang Town, I was unaware of my opponent's identity. I simply set up a sword formation based on the potential danger within Jiacheng City's domain, with my sword pointed at the inner palace.

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This time, he knew clearly that his opponent was a peak master from the Outer Courtyard.

He had enough time to prepare, and could showcase his strongest killing moves he could deploy at this realm.

> Spring cuts the Azure Dragon, gold slays the White Tiger, fire slaughters the Vermilion Bird, and earth crushes the Black Turtle. This is my swordsmanship, the Four Evils Slaying Sword, which breaks through the four celestial beings.

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Due to his cultivation level, he was unable to move forward at all.

It was merely a temporary evolution utilizing the power of the sword formation and flying swords.

But as the sword's cry resounded, Hai Zongming's countenance had already shifted!

The explosive force unleashed at that moment was enough to amaze him, especially the way it so forcefully severed his connection with the Four Saints Tower.

He knew that Jiang Wang's swordsmanship was extraordinary, but he didn't know he had such a powerful sword array, vaguely resembling ancient flying sword secret arts. Although it couldn't defeat him, it was already terrifyingly strong.

It's no wonder he was once hailed as the prodigy of heaven.

Haizongming felt a pang of emotion in his heart. In his youth, he was far inferior to this. But just like that, it wasn't enough to erase the accumulation of so many years.

Talent is important, but diligence and time are equally indispensable!

Hai Zongming stood in the air, his entire body taut and rigid, like a fishing rod erected between heaven and earth.

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This rod has no "line," but space and time are its "lines." This rod has no hook, but all things in the universe must be caught by it.

It is precisely the first technique of the Coastal Island School, passed down from the Diaohai Building, the Dragon Tying Technique!

Although Haizongming's cultivation level, he was unable to complete this skill and lacked the imposing manner of fishing for a true dragon.

But once this move was executed, the four menacingly incoming flying swords instantly lost their balance and abruptly turned mid-air, their tips pointing upward.

That scene was like a four-tailed fish being reeled in, helpless and unable to struggle.

Hailing the power of his prowess, Hai Zongming with a flick of his wrist

brought it down like a fisherman reeling in his catch.

Four flying swords shot swiftly into the sky, but they scattered soon after leaving their point of origin. They were merely illusions created by sword shadows; once shattered, they truly ceased to exist.

Hai Zongming didn't bother with it. The connection to the Four Saints Building had been restored. He held the advantage, but remained cautious, winding his celestial power around himself for protection before diving downwards again.

The field of vision, a silhouette!

Where is there still a shadow of Jiang Wang

Despite numerous secret methods employed, no trace of him could be found. It was as if Jiang Wang had completely disappeared, or perhaps never existed in the first place!

At this time, Jiang Wang was hiding inside the Hongzhuang mirror, and the Hongzhuang mirror was hidden in Xiangqian's arms. Xiangqian himself was always wearing an anonymous robe.

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The Anonymity itself was seamless, having been personally blessed by Yin Guan. Even the divine realm couldn't see through it, let alone Hai Zongming.

In fact, this concealing garment was also one of Jiang Wang's escape routes. If he fought hard and lost, he planned to directly use the concealing garment to escape.

"Jiang Wang! Can we talk"

Hai Zongming suddenly shouted in a loud voice.

He was enveloped by the power of the Four Sacred Palaces, his defenses were solid while he drew out his qi compass to pinpoint that Jiang Wang was still nearby.

“How long can you sustain this state Do you know about the Qi compass”

He shook the treasure in his hand: "Even if I can't find you, I can always follow you. You can't escape."

“I don’t want to kill you, really. I just want to get back what is mine.”

He put away his compass: “Do you know who I am”

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As he spoke, he observed every detail of Xitu Peak inch by inch: "My name is Hai Zongming. Hu Shaomeng, who died in your hands, was my direct disciple."

“Don't misunderstand, I'm not here for revenge. What you did to him, I can let go. Just give me back what belongs to me.”

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"That was a mirror, wasn't it Do you remember"

“It’s not very useful for you, is it You’ve had it for a while now, and its effect is limited, right”

He deduced that with Jiang Wang's cultivation, it would be impossible to explore the Crimson Makeup Mirror too deeply.

“But to me, it means a great deal. It's my late wife's only remaining possession! It allows me to reminisce about her throughout the rest of my life.”

Hai Zongming's voice was filled with grief: "That rogue Hu Shaomeng, he actually stole this mirror while I wasn't looking. It was only recently that I discovered it was him, which is why I came to you. This thing is too important to me, so I acted a little hastily. But we can talk things over!"

"Let's talk this over, shall we I'm willing to exchange something of greater value. Secret techniques, magical artifacts, anything you desire. Jiang Wang! What is it that you want I believe you lack for nothing, but can you understand an old man consumed by grief for his deceased wife My remaining years will be long, yet we'll never be reunited. This is my only wish!"

Hai Zongming spoke so sincerely. If it weren't for Jiang Wang learning from Chong Xuan that he had been devoted to his cultivation and remained unmarried his whole life, she almost believed him.

The red makeup mirror was certainly not what he called his deceased wife's relic.

The site itself was the earliest discovered sea-tower ruin by Hu Shaomeng, but when he accidentally noticed it, he forcibly “helped” under the guise of a master and disciple. As a result, he took all the benefits for himself, only giving Hu Shaomeng some scraps. He thought it was very reasonable, as with Hu Shaomeng's own strength, he couldn't even break the restrictions.

He just didn't expect Hu Shaomeng to be anything but a pushover. While he appeared obedient and compliant on the surface, secretly he was plotting behind the scenes and took away the best harvest for himself.

If he hadn't found the crucial clue later, he might have remained in the dark to this day, thinking he was in control and the biggest winner.

Fabricating a story about his deceased wife's belongings wasn't meant to deceive Jiang Wang. It was designed to provoke an emotional response from him, disrupting his concealment and revealing his whereabouts.

Of course, it would be better if Jiang Wang could believe.

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Unfortunately, the only response he received was silence.

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