Chapter 65 The Dao Fire Realm Body Zuo Qiu had only run two steps when he felt immense pressure coming upon him. First, the Hibernating Dragon Technique could no longer be maintained, and his figure appeared from the shadows of the trees. Then, all his true energy was pressed back into the Tao fetus by the huge pressure. What kind of formation is this? It's so domineering! Zuo Qiu was both shocked and angry, and hurriedly activated his mental method and stimulated the Dao fetus. If someone really sealed his cultivation within the Dao fetus, wouldn't his life and death be at the mercy of others? He now used all the methods that he had not even used in his fight with Li Shian. The Dao fire started from the Dao fetus and burned fiercely, but it was extinguished in an instant. The Dao fetus was as silent as death and did not listen to his control at all. However, compared with other people who died at the hands of Gu Yuanqing before, Zuo Qiu responded much faster. Even in such a critical situation, he still made the most correct response without any delay due to the sudden changes. He kept running down step by step relying on his physical strength, because he knew that only by leaving Beiquan Mountain would he have a chance of survival. While running, he felt movement behind him. Looking back, he saw a sword and a knife coming towards him from mid-air. Zuo Qiu's pupils shrank rapidly, and at this moment, fear finally rose in his heart. "This is the art of controlling the sword. It requires a great cultivator who can concentrate his mind and build a divine platform to perform it. How could there be such a cultivator in this lowest level of trial ground?" Zuo Qiu cursed angrily. Since there was such a great monk here, why did he have to wait for him to enter the mountain? Wasn't this just playing a joke on him? But he immediately discovered something was wrong. This sword-controlling technique was completely different from the one performed by the great monks in the Divine Platform Realm that he had seen before. It did not have that kind of momentum at all.
Sensing a glimmer of hope, he drew out a dagger in his hand, but his steps did not slow down at all. In the blink of an eye, the knife and the sword came whizzing towards them. Zuo Qiu looked calm, using the dagger in his hand to either pierce or block, or to leverage the force. Even though he had lost the support of his mind, he still relied on his eyesight and physical strength to block the first, most violent attack! "It seems that the suppression of Daohuo Realm is far from reaching the level of Grandmaster Realm." Gu Yuanqing murmured to himself. He was confident that a casual sword strike now would be at the peak of the ninth level of Zhenwu. His first strike was even at the grandmaster level, but was still taken by Zuoqiu. That dagger was also an extraordinary item. It had no true energy added to it, but it fought against the Blood Tiger Demon Sword for several times without being damaged at all. Gu Yuanqing controlled the objects with his mind, and the knife and sword used their sword and knife techniques to attack Zuo Qiu, with dozens of fine needles flashing blue light mixed in. Zuo Qiu fought and retreated, using the short knife in his hand with superb skill and coordinating his steps with avoidance. Each strike was aimed at the weak spot of the flying sword. He also intended to fight with his bare hands and take back the Blood Tiger Demon Sword. Gu Yuanqing smiled lightly and said, “If I let you succeed under this circumstance, then I would be a loser.” During the battle, Zuoqiu relied entirely on his eyesight and physical reactions, while Gu Yuanqing used his mind to observe the mountains and control objects. It was obvious who was faster and who was slower. "If I were to fight him face to face at this moment, I still might not be his opponent! Besides, the strength of this body is a bit exaggerated!" With the coordination of multiple items, it was completely beyond the scope of ordinary attacks. The suppressed Zuo Qiu would eventually make mistakes. But no matter whether the Kunwu sword or those fine needles fell on Zuo Qiu's body, they only saw his skin membrane slightly dented, leaving faint blood marks on his body, and could not hurt him at all. Even if the fine needles fell on the eyelids and other weak parts of ordinary people, it had no effect. The only thing Zuo Qiu didn't dare to take on was the Blood Tiger Demon Sword, so he put all his defenses on his own sword! If it weren't for this knife, Gu Yuanqing even doubted whether Zuo Qiu could withstand his attack and rush down the mountain! "Does this count as him shooting himself in the foot?" Gu Yuanqing chuckled. Gu Yuanqing's method of controlling objects has become more and more flexible. In the past, he could kill people with just one sword. He practiced all the methods of controlling objects by himself, but today he has a rare opportunity to practice with a master. I had many ideas during practice, and I kept experimenting and making progress in the battle with Zuoqiu. Zuoqiu was the one who felt the progress most directly. Zuo Qiu was in a very bad mood. He found it increasingly difficult to block the attacks, and the attack angles of the Snow Tiger Demon Sword were becoming increasingly difficult to predict. Before, he was fleeing and resisting at the same time, and was less than a hundred meters away from walking out of Beiquan Mountain. In the past, he could cross it in one or two steps, but now it seemed as if there was a chasm in the middle of the hundred meters, and the main part of this chasm was the Blood Tiger Demon Sword! Scars began to appear on his body one after another. Although these scars were not fatal, blood gradually dyed his body red.
Zuo Qiu never thought that one day the magic sword that would hurt him the most would be the one he had been nurturing for so long. Although the spirituality and power of the Blood Tiger Demon Sword were suppressed by Gu Yuanqing, the sword itself was mixed with strange objects. The characteristics of the sword itself would not lose their effect due to the suppression of spirituality. So with every wound inflicted by the sword, Zuoqiu felt that his blood and strength were being devoured by it, and the muscles around the wound would also begin to atrophy under its influence. Even if his body was tempered by the Taoist fire, it would be useless! "No, I will definitely die if I continue like this!" Zuo Qiu's heart kept sinking, his Dao fetus was suppressed, his true essence and divine consciousness all lost their functions, no secret techniques could be used, even some secret weapons and magic treasures could not be activated and used. He could hardly think of any way to resolve the current predicament. "Perhaps only that one thing can save me, but I am unwilling to use up my life-saving trump card in such a mere trial ground!" Zuo Qiu roared angrily and swung his dagger, trying his best to block the Snow Tiger Demon Sword with the knife, and ignored all other attacks. He wanted to withstand the attack and rush out. As long as he could get out of Beiquan Mountain and restore his true essence and Tao fetus, these injuries could be healed. Gu Yuanqing looked calm, concentrating all his strength on the Blood Tiger Demon Sword. As his mental strength was concentrated, the power contained in the Blood Tiger Demon Sword suddenly increased by three points, transforming into rays of light that continuously slashed in front of him. Zuo Qiu kept resisting with his dagger. His bones, muscles and tendons bulged and all his physical strength burst out. The many wounds on his body were originally blocked by his own strength and began to recover at a speed faster than ordinary people. But at this moment, all these wounds burst again and Zuo Qiu turned into a bloody man! Ten feet, twenty feet, thirty feet... Zuo Qiu kept rushing out, and seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the target, he suddenly heard a ding sound, and the dagger in his hand could no longer hold on and broke in half! The Blood Tiger Demon Sword, which had cut off the dagger, fell heavily on Zuoqiu's chest, causing direct injuries to his internal organs. When Zuoqiu wanted to take the opportunity to take back the Blood Tiger Demon Sword, it drew an arc to dodge, and then turned into a sword light to attack again. Zuo Qiu blocked several more times, and even the handle of the dagger was completely broken. Seeing that there was no other way, he roared: "Gu Yuanqing, I, Zuo Qiu, swear that if I don't kill you, I will not be a human being!" The knife light penetrated into the body, but a ball of blood exploded at the scene. Gu Yuanqing frowned slightly. He didn't know what happened at that moment. He only knew that according to his perception, Zuo Qiu's body suddenly disappeared in Beiquan Mountain, and the Qi that he had locked onto turned into a puppet. The sword light slashed through the puppet, and a blood-red light burst out, as if to destroy everything around it, but it was immediately suppressed and dissipated into nothingness. (End of this chapter)