168: C168 Strike

C168 Strike

Article 168.

There were only twenty or so Wind Attribute Martial Skill left by the Flying Spirit Sect, and the rest were all Star Rank and Dawn Level. Only this Wings of Wind was at the Early Yellow Rank. As for the Wind Attribute Martial Skill, it was already very rare, and the Wind Attribute flying Martial Skill was even rarer. An expert who wasn't at the Martial Marshal could stand in the air like a Martial Marshal Expert, which would give them a lot of advantages in a fight.

He dripped a drop of blood onto the Jade Slip, and a bright light immediately appeared on it. A ray of light entered the center of his brows and turned into a huge amount of information in his mind.

A moment later, the Jade Slip's glow dimmed and disappeared. Lu Shaoyou knew the cultivation method of the Wings of Wind. This was the Spirit that had flowed through some complicated meridians in his body. Finally... With the combination of the wind attribute in his body, it stirred up the wind attribute between heaven and earth, and formed a pair of wings on his back as he flew.

Even after reaching the Martial Marshal Level, amongst those with the same cultivation base, those who possessed a Wind Attribute flying Martial Skill would be able to fly much faster under the amplification of the flying Martial Skill.

"There's also the Shackles of Wood." Lu Shaoyou smiled and took out another green Jade Slip. A dense wood element Qi filled the air. This was the Wood martial skill Shackles of Wood Jade Slip that Lu Shaoyou had always wanted to cultivate.

This was also the Wood martial skill left behind by the Flying Spirit Sect. The Wood martial skill was much harder to find compared to the Wind Attribute Martial Skill. The Wood martial skill was tricky and strange, and it was extremely difficult to deal with. Amongst all the different types of Martial Artist, the wind-attributed and wood-attributed Martial Artist were publicly acknowledged to be the rarest.

This Shackles of Wood was the Yellow Level Low Rank Martial Technique. Of course, there were still plenty of Wood martial skill in the Flying Spirit Sect.

Lu Shaoyou thought for a long time before he decided to choose this low level Yellow Rank Shackles of Wood. Firstly, Lu Shaoyou, who had a low level Martial Skill, did not have any interest in it. As for those who were too high level, Lu Shaoyou knew very well that he could not use his full strength.

It was just like how he had barely managed to cultivate the Profound Level Low Rank blade soul skill. Right now, he had only cultivated to the first level of the Blade Soul Slash.

Although his Water martial skill was only at the early yellow level, logically speaking... It was incomparable to the Spirit Skill Blade Soul Slash of a Profound Level Low Rank. However, Lu Shaoyou knew that the power of his Howling Ocean wouldn't be much weaker than the blade soul skill. It was because he couldn't unleash the full power of the blade soul skill with his current strength.

Of course, once he had the strength to fully unleash the power of the blade soul skill, its power would naturally be much stronger than the Water martial skill.

He dripped a drop of blood onto the Jade Slip and sent his thoughts into it. A wood-attribute energy spread out, and a rich blue light entered Lu Shaoyou's forehead. It turned into a huge amount of information in his mind.

Five days later, a figure appeared in the Back Mountain of Flying Spirit Sect. This person was seventeen or eighteen years old, and he looked skinny. However, his body was strong and strong, and it was full of explosive strength. His dark yellow skin was like wax, glowing. Upon closer inspection, it could be seen that the youth's entire body was covered in sweat, reflecting light.

"Wings of Wind." The young man shouted as he formed a series of complicated hand seals. Within his body, he could vaguely see the Spirit flowing through his meridians. A wind attribute aura was gathering in the air.

At this moment, a loud sound came from the young man's back. A huge wave of Spirit leaked out, and it expanded into two invisible air curtains on his back. It was like the wings of a bird, but it was somewhat different.

The two air curtains flapped, and the young man's body slowly rose into the air. He was actually about three meters tall in the air.

At this moment, this strange wing instantly disappeared. The youth's body fell heavily, his four limbs facing the sky.

Beside him, a small yellow snake stuck out its tongue. Its small eyes rolled around for a while, then it closed them tightly. When it heard the sound of the ground, it opened its small eyes, as if it could not bear to look.

"Brother, do you feel pain? Why don't you take a rest?" Lu Xintong ran to the youth's side. That young man was naturally Lu Shaoyou. He hadn't succeeded in cultivating the Wings of Wind in the past few days. Instead, it had caused him to be covered in injuries.

"Damn it, I don't believe it!" Lu Shaoyou spat out his saliva and gritted his teeth. He then said to Lu Xintong, "Xintong, move aside a little. Be careful that I will fall down and hit you later."

Lu Xintong helplessly retreated to Loong's side. The Heaven Winged Snow Lion beside her also helplessly looked at Lu Shaoyou.

"Damn it, continue."

"Continue."

Just like that, the sky turned dark. When Lu Shaoyou returned to his residence, he was already covered in injuries. After tidying up, he took Loong and the Heaven Winged Snow Lion and left the Flying Spirit Sect in the dark.

It only took less than six hours for the Heaven Winged Snow Lion to travel from the Flying Spirit Sect to the border of the Misty Mountains. Lu Shaoyou had broken through to the Martial Master a few days ago. He was ready to devour the Spirit and break through once again.

Although he had a lot of pills with him, the speed at which he absorbed the Spirit was much faster than the effect of consuming the pills. Moreover, devouring the Spirit only required him to use up his energy, and not money. In any case, in the Ancient Realm, Lu Shaoyou had decisively chosen to devour Martial Artist. In that case, this was also the best choice in the Misty Mountains. He wouldn't attract the attention of others there.

It was almost midnight, at the border of Misty Mountains. Under the moonlight, the branches of the forest were like countless Ghost Claw tearing the sky apart. Along with the howling night wind and occasional beast cries, it added a strange feeling to the entire mountain range.

In front of a bright bonfire, six figures were sitting cross-legged on the ground with their eyes closed. Three of them were Martial Master Level warriors, and the other three were Martial Disciple warriors. They were probably a small team that had entered the Misty Mountains from the Ancient Realm.

Right at this moment, a loud roar was heard all of a sudden. The six of them instantly opened their eyes. A yellow stream of light flashed and arrived. One of the First Layer Martial Master warriors felt a cold sensation on his neck. After that, he felt a sharp pain, and an enormous energy attacked the depths of his soul. Then, he lost consciousness.

"There's a demon beast ambushing us! Everyone, run!" Someone among the remaining five shouted. They instantly ran backwards.1

Three blazing finger prints tore through the darkness of the night. A streak of light flashed past, violent power wreaking havoc. Three Martial Disciple warriors instantly had three bloody holes appear on their bodies, and their bodies fell to the ground with a loud bang.

A figure in a green robe appeared in front of the remaining two Martial Master warriors.

"Who are you?" One of them was a First Layer Martial Master warrior, and the other was a second level warrior. When the Second Layer Martial Master warrior saw a figure appear, he asked in shock.

"I don't need to tell you." The green-robed man said in a low voice. The Spirit around his body suddenly shook, and an earthen yellow palm print shot out like a bolt of lightning.

"You're only a First Layer Martial Master. You're courting death!" After the green-robed man attacked, the Second Layer Martial Master quickly saw through his cultivation base. After saying that, the Martial Master coldly harrumphed and attacked him with his palm.

At the same time, the remaining First Layer Martial Master was planning to attack the azure robed man. However, his expression suddenly changed drastically as he saw a small yellow snake blocking his path. And behind him, a huge White Demon Beast was staring at him closely.

At this moment, the two palm prints collided with each other. A violent force swept out, and the dispersed force swept up the surrounding dust and dirt.

A huge force poured down from the sky, causing Second Layer Martial Master to stagger a few steps back. He stared at the figure in the green robe in disbelief. This azure robe only had the strength of a First Layer Martial Master, but it could actually suppress him.

"Go to hell!" The Layer 2 Martial Master coldly harrumphed. He steadied his body and unleashed a palm seal. After that, he quickly spread out both of his palms and clenched them tightly. An earth-attribute Spirit shot out and wrapped itself around his fist. His feet stomped heavily on the ground. Like a stream of light, he rushed toward Lu Shaoyou.

Lu Shaoyou glanced at the Martial Master indifferently. He knew his own strength very well. Although he was only a First Grade Martial Master, his strength was not below the Layer 2 Martial Master. This was the advantage of having wide meridians and a large Dantian Sea of Qi in his body. With his current cultivation base of First Grade Martial Master, even if it was just the Spirit, he was afraid that he would be able to defend himself against an upper three Martial Master.

Lu Shaoyou smiled coldly, and a strange smile appeared on his face. He slowly stretched out his palm, and after a moment, he suddenly opened it. He shouted, "Devour."

As Lu Shaoyou's voice fell, a strange power suddenly burst out from her palm. This power was very strange. After it erupted from Lu Shaoyou's palm, it did not surge out violently. Instead, it spun like a deep hole in Lu Shaoyou's palm. Then, it struck the palm of the Second Grade Martial Master heavily.

A muffled sound was heard, and the expression of the Layer 2 Martial Warrior froze. His body suddenly stood there like a wooden stake. It was as if he was restrained by an invisible force, and he couldn't move at all.

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