Immediately, the black net expanded to about three zhang and shot straight towards Ding Xin. Seeing it approach, Ding Xin waved his right hand, and a purple jade slip flew out, then transformed into a purple vortex that rose from the void, circling the black net, preventing it from descending. As if losing its connection with Meng Hao, it swayed erratically and flew towards the horizon.
"You dare to bring out such a worthless treasure to disgrace yourself." Ding Xin sneered. The black net had looked unusual, which was why he had taken out the jade slip, but he hadn't expected it to be unable to withstand a single strike.
Meng Hao's eyes flashed. He bit his tongue, spitting out fresh blood. Meng Hao's face grew even paler, as if suffering a backlash after his magic treasure was destroyed. At this moment, Meng Hao had just stepped into the sky above the North Sea. The tranquil surface of the North Sea immediately churned with layers of ripples, as if a raging storm was howling through, shattering the stillness.
In an instant, he arrived in the sky above the North Sea. The treasure fan beneath his feet suddenly strengthened a little. Since he had been pursued by Ding Xin, this was the first time he had completely paused. Meng Hao turned around, raising his right hand. Immediately, a scroll painting appeared in his hand. Starlight flickered in his eyes, enveloped by killing intent.
He no longer intended to flee. He wanted to fight Ding Xin, a cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Condensation, right here!
Even if Meng Hao was at a disadvantage in this battle, he absolutely had to fight, he absolutely had to fight. If he didn't fight, Meng Hao knew that he couldn't hold on much longer this time. If he didn't fight, he would die. He could only... fight!
"He's actually not running away." Ding Xin's figure arrived in an instant. Seeing the killing intent in Meng Hao's eyes, a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He raised his right hand and pointed it at Meng Hao. Immediately, a finger wind shot out in an instant. In a flash, the sky turned purple, but then transformed into a purple flying bird, flapping its wings and rushing straight towards Meng Hao.
Meng Hao's eyes flashed with sharp light. Almost the instant the purple flying bird approached, the scroll painting in his hand trembled violently, and the demonic beasts within it immediately roared. This time, Meng Hao disregarded everything and unleashed his cultivation power. Also, because the spiritual power in his body was mixed with a considerable amount of demonic power, the scroll painting let out an astonishing roar, and four plumes of mist actually emerged, condensing into four demonic beasts, flying straight towards the purple flying bird.
At the same time, Meng Hao took powerful steps forward. In an instant, the treasure fan beneath his feet scattered, transforming into feathers that swirled around his body, like countless flying swords, shooting straight towards Ding Xin.
Meng Hao did not retreat further. A flying sword rose beneath his feet, moving forward to actively launch itself at Ding Xin.
"He doesn't know his own strength." Ding Xin sneered, the mockery in his eyes growing deeper. The moment Meng Hao approached, he pointed his right hand at his glabella and chanted a spell. Immediately, a vortex appeared at his glabella, and a low roar that shook the surroundings emanated from it.
"Purple Cloud Heaven."
Dense purple qi emerged from the vortex with the roar. In the blink of an eye, it formed a purple circle right before Ding Xin's eyes, expanding outwards and pushing forcefully towards Meng Hao.
With a thunderous roar, Meng Hao's surrounding feather-fan instantly collapsed, a loud bang echoing. He, on the other hand, spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, yet a stubborn resolve remained in his eyes. Almost simultaneously with the blood gushing out, he raised his right hand and slapped his storage bag. Immediately, nearly a hundred flying swords shrieked forth in an instant, heading straight for Ding Xin.
The sword rain shrieked, arriving in a torrent, sword light sweeping across. The moment they neared Ding Xin, his eyes flashed, and the mockery in them deepened.
"You don't know your place." As he spoke, he slapped his storage bag, and a streak of crimson light immediately flew out, which he caught in his hand. It was a red horsetail whisk. At this moment, he swung his hand forward, and immediately, the wind howled. Meng Hao's nearly hundred flying swords shattered instantly, and many that came close directly disintegrated.
The crimson wind, moreover, struck towards Meng Hao, causing him to spit out fresh blood. But at this moment, suddenly, among the nearly hundred flying swords, two wooden swords, also flying out from the fragments of other flying swords, pierced through the crimson wind and instantly approached Ding Xin.
Ding Xin's eyes constricted. He raised his right hand to form a hand seal, intending to retreat backward to evade.
Just then, Meng Hao raised his right hand and pointed at the sky, a hint of killing intent flashing in his eyes.
Almost at the same time Meng Hao pointed at the sky, the black net in front, which had been swept away, transformed into a size of about ten zhang, descending at an unimaginable speed.
These events, though slow in description, in reality happened in an instant, in a flash of lightning. Ding Xin's expression changed. Before he could even flash away, the large net directly enveloped him. At the same time, the two wooden swords advanced directly, in an instant about to pierce Ding Xin's glabella and chest.
This was the simple strategy Meng Hao had devised. Although not perfect, it was effective quickly. He even didn't hesitate to use his feather-fan and many flying swords to disrupt the opponent's senses, and even used himself to attract the opponent's attention, all to ensure success.
All of this was to create an opportunity for these two wooden swords!
In an instant, Ding Xin's eyes suddenly constricted. The moment between life and death flashed in his mind. This was the first time this feeling had appeared within him, here in this remote Zhao State. Before, even in the Southern Domain, because he never provoked Foundation Establishment cultivators, even if there was danger, it was only from those of the same realm.
In this moment of panic, he unhesitatingly raised his right hand forcefully, and at the critical moment, pointed at his glabella.
The instant his right hand touched his glabella, a surging, vast power boomed out from his body, spreading until a large amount of purple qi appeared on his body. This purple qi rapidly condensed, forming a figure.
It was the back of a person wearing purple robes. This figure did not turn around, yet an unimaginable pressure erupted in an instant. In a short while, the purple qi spread, actually causing the enveloping large net to halt.
Ding Xin's face turned pale. Taking advantage of the large net's momentary pause, he immediately retreated. However, the two wooden swords showed no sign of stopping, seemingly unaffected. In an instant, they pierced through the purple mist, and in a flash, stabbed straight towards Ding Xin.
"This is impossible!" Ding Xin's scalp tingled involuntarily, his expression shaken. He couldn't believe that the two wooden swords flying out from Meng Hao's direction were completely unaffected by his life-preserving divine ability.
This was a life-preserving spell granted by his sect to cultivators at the ninth level of Qi Condensation, powerful enough to withstand a full-force attack from an early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator. Moreover, each disciple only had one chance to cast it. For years, he had never used it. Today, at this moment of life and death, he had only deployed half of it, yet he was still unable to stop those two wooden swords from approaching.