I cultivate the Chaos Technique

Chapter 128 Fierce Battle Erupts and Power Suppression

Just then, Ao Qianshu flashed like lightning, launching a fierce attack on Zhang Yifan! He roared, his voice like a thunderclap from the heavens, or the thunderous sound of ten thousand horses galloping. The sound was so powerful that it echoed across the Qianshui River, causing the once calm waters to ripple in layers, like silk swaying in the wind.

At the same time, Ao Qianshu's hands moved with lightning speed, forming hand seals. His ten fingers were like ten incredibly agile dancers, leaping, spinning, and dancing rapidly in the air, forming one mysterious and intricate hand seal after another in the blink of an eye.

In an instant, the once clear and cloudless sky suddenly changed color, becoming gloomy and oppressive.

Immediately afterwards, countless dragons formed from powerful and boundless spiritual energy appeared out of thin air! Each of these dragons was full of life and vitality, and their bodies were covered with a layer of fine scales that shimmered with a deep blue light under the bright sunlight. They were like precious gems that had been carefully carved and polished by skilled craftsmen, and they were so beautiful that they were breathtaking.

Moreover, each dragon exuded an extremely powerful and terrifying aura, which swept towards Zhang Yifan like a surging tide.

They opened their gaping maws, revealing sharp fangs, and brandished their thick, powerful claws, lunging menacingly at Zhang Yifan.

At the same time, they continuously spewed out streaks of blazing blue flames. The flames were so hot that even the surging waters of the Thousand Water River were instantly evaporated, turning into wisps of pure white vapor that rose into the air.

The entire space was slightly distorted by the astonishing heat, looking like a piece of transparent glass being scorched by fire, with fine cracks gradually appearing on it.

Zhang Yifan knew the situation was urgent and dared not slacken his pace. He closed his eyes slightly, held his breath, and instantly mobilized the power of the two Nascent Souls hidden deep within his body. In an instant, a vast and surging spiritual energy, like a violent torrent, rushed out from his dantian, flowing rapidly along his meridians and quickly converging in his palms.

At this moment, Zhang Yifan felt as if he were in a turbulent ocean of spiritual energy, with waves crashing against the shore. The spiritual energy flowing into his hands was like roaring, angry dragons, rampaging and surging wildly within his meridians. This incomparably powerful force was like a wild horse, galloping unchecked, seemingly about to break free from his body's restraints and burst forth at any moment.

However, facing such a surging surge of spiritual energy, Zhang Yifan showed no sign of panic. He took a deep breath, steadied his mind, and chanted incantations as he unleashed the Xuanqing Sword Technique, a technique renowned throughout the world. As he cast the spell, the longsword he gripped suddenly emitted a dazzling light, like a brilliant star in the night sky, mesmerizing all who beheld it. Then, the light intensified, gradually condensing into a massive and thick silver light screen.

This silver light curtain, like a flawless, bright moon hanging high in the sky, emitted a cool yet gentle glow. It hovered silently in the air, seemingly calm as still water, yet the power it contained was earth-shattering. Just then, Zhang Yifan suddenly swung his longsword, and the silver light curtain, like an arrow released from a bow, hurtled towards the group of menacing dragons charging forward with overwhelming force.

The sword clashed with the dragon, producing a deafening roar. The sound was like the collapse of heaven and earth, causing the surrounding mountains to tremble slightly, and boulders to tumble down and crash into the river, splashing up huge sprays. Although Zhang Yifan had blocked Ao Qianshu's first attack, he could clearly feel Ao Qianshu's immense power. Each of Ao Qianshu's attacks contained tremendous force, like a surging tide, wave after wave, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. His hands were slightly numb from the impact, and a sharp pain shot through his tiger's mouth, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered, his eyes revealing a firm determination.

Ao Qianshu was slightly taken aback when he saw Zhang Yifan block his attack, then a more disdainful smile appeared on his face: "Hmph, you've got some skills, but that's all." He flashed forward like a golden lightning bolt, rushing towards Zhang Yifan. His speed was extremely fast, leaving a golden afterimage in the air, like a shooting star streaking across the sky. In the instant he approached Zhang Yifan, he extended his right hand, a layer of golden light emanating from his palm, as dazzling as the sun, and struck towards Zhang Yifan's chest. This seemingly simple palm strike contained the powerful spiritual energy of his late-stage Nascent Soul realm and the unique power of his Divine Dragon bloodline; its speed was so great that no one had time to dodge.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Yifan swiftly shifted his body to the side, dodging Ao Qianshu's incredibly sharp palm strike with lightning speed. Just as Ao Qianshu's hand grazed past his clothes, an extremely powerful current of air suddenly erupted. This current, like an indestructible blade, instantly tore a long gash in Zhang Yifan's clothes. The fabric around the gash was also torn to shreds by the current, leaving it teetering on the verge of collapse like a candle in the wind.

However, Zhang Yifan did not panic. On the contrary, taking advantage of Ao Qianshu's weakened state and lack of new strength, he decisively launched a counterattack. He gripped the sword hilt tightly with his right hand, swung his arm forcefully, and the sword in his hand instantly transformed into a streak of cold light, thrusting straight at Ao Qianshu with lightning speed. Immediately afterward, with a flick of his wrist, he unleashed several more sword strikes, each imbued with the powerful spiritual energy gathered from the two nascent souls within his body.

In an instant, sword light flashed, dazzling like the brilliant stars in the night sky. These sword shadows intertwined and danced in the air, weaving a dense sword net that swept over Ao Qianshu like a tidal wave. Within that sword net, sword energy surged, and the whistling sound was incessant, as if it would tear the entire space apart.

However, Ao Qianshu easily dodged Zhang Yifan's attacks. He moved freely through Zhang Yifan's sword shadows, as if those swords were merely gentle breezes before him. His body moved like a nimble fish, swimming freely in the net of swords. As he dodged, he mocked Zhang Yifan, "Your attacks are like children playing house, utterly powerless." His voice was filled with arrogance and contempt, and his laughter seemed to be piercing Zhang Yifan's pride.

Zhang Yifan was anxious. He knew that with the power of two Nascent Souls circulating in his current state, it would be difficult to contend with Ao Qianshu. He had to find a way to improve his strength, otherwise, defeat was inevitable. He quickly considered countermeasures, a resolute look appearing in his eyes.