Daoist Competition-Chapter 970 - 225: Binding Heaven and Earth, Setting a Prison Cage

As the golden light of the Qiankun Leaf dissipated, there was nothing to stop the flying daggers that had been lurking outside from seizing the opportunity to rush in and strike towards Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan saw the flying daggers approaching his head, but he neither flinched nor dodged. He shouted and pointed at the sword ball, and suddenly, sixteen beams of sword light flew up, completely shaking off the twenty-seven Yang Blades entangled with them, and instead counterattacking towards Shen Lintu.

Shen Lintu was secretly astonished; he hadn’t expected Zhang Yan to dare to abandon defending at this moment and instead go on the offensive against him.

In his view, this clearly played into the strategy of attacking where the enemy must respond, forcing him to withdraw his killing move to ease his own critical situation.

While admiring this boldness and decisiveness, he inwardly sneered and thought, "If it were someone else, they might be caught off guard, giving you a chance to turn the tide, but doing this in front of an old Daoist like me is courting death."

He shook his body, summoning his Protective Treasure Light, which appeared like a dazzling mist of smoke, and simultaneously, with a wave of his technique, the Jade Blade in his hand flew up, multiplied into fifty-four, forming a dense web of blades that deflected the sword light.

Meanwhile, on Zhang Yan’s side, as the sword Qi approached, before it could touch his body, the "Jingluo Escape Treasure Protective Clothing" he wore had already responded, immediately supporting a layer of luminous light extending three feet out, repelling the approaching white blades outside.

The sword light was extremely sharp, repeatedly slicing down, but it only managed to shave off some of the brilliance, never breaking through.

Seeing this, Shen Lintu couldn’t help but exclaim, "Huh?"

He had profound Daoist cultivation, and this flying dagger technique was beyond what the disciples of the temple could compare to; ordinary Dharma treasures couldn’t withstand it. The fact that he hadn’t achieved a victory showed that the Daoist robe Zhang Yan wore was probably a Supreme Treasure.

He furrowed his brows; if it were just a Mystical Artifact, it wouldn’t be difficult to deal with, but if two Mystical Artifacts were protecting him, it would be somewhat tricky unless there was a one-hit kill; it would be very hard to capture him.

In fact, with his Nascent Soul Third Realm cultivation and the Dharma treasure in his hand, if he could build up momentum and attack with all his might, he might be able to break through.

But this was just theoretical; one must know cultivators are not dead objects and would not stand there to let themselves be attacked. Upon sensing something amiss, they would dodge and evade.

Especially someone like Zhang Yan, skilled in Flying Swords, who could fly swiftly and dodge freely, making it impossible to give him such an opportunity.

Thus, if a good strategy wasn’t devised, continuing to fight like this, even until mana was completely exhausted, might not yield a victor.

Shen Lintu couldn’t help but ponder, thinking, "Although I consider myself not slow in tunneling speed, this person’s specialty is flying and gliding through the air. If I chase after him, I would fall into a lower position. I need to find a way to trap him."

While he was strategizing how to defeat the enemy, having blocked the flying daggers, Zhang Yan had freed his hands. He pointed upward, set the Qiankun Leaf above him, releasing a wisp of Cloud Light that, surprisingly, encircled him and the flying daggers together within.

Zhang Yan shouted, swiftly operating the Mysterious Skill, continuously launching several Purple Cloud Divine Thunders, dropping them among the flying daggers. A thunderous roar was heard, causing them to explode into threads of Water Essence Qi.

He knew that the Yin-Yang Flying Daggers could separate and unite, dissipate and coalesce. If allowed to, even without being driven, these flying daggers would reassemble in no time. Hence, he took out the Mountain and River Map, spread it open, and with a flip towards the Water Essence Qi, it seemed to be sucked by an invisible force, all falling into the scroll unseen.

As Shen Lintu was pondering, he suddenly felt the Sword Qi lose contact with his Heart and Spirit, momentarily stunned, realizing Zhang Yan broke it with some unknown method. He marveled, "What a skillful young one!"

If a disciple of Chongyue True Temple had their Sword Qi taken by Zhang Yan, they would need to use Water Essence Qi to cast and condense again. But given his cultivation, he had long broken free from such constraints and could condense the Li Yuan Flying Knife with pure mana.

He extended his hand, operated his skill, and a White Qi rose from his palm, which, moments later, suddenly split, materializing into many flying daggers. However, this time there were more than before, totaling four hundred and eighty-six, with blade light cold as snow, dancing in the air. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

He made a hand seal to drive them, dividing the flying daggers into three groups, each consisting of one hundred and sixty-two. With a wave of his sleeve, one group charged directly at Zhang Yan’s front.

While the other two groups of flying daggers didn’t seek him directly but, coming from left and right, seemed intent on cutting off his retreat.