My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 921 - 541:

Chen Yi pursued closely, while the Fox Immortal was also anxious and distracted. However, her steps remained orderly amidst the chaos. Seeing her stepping on the rope and floating over the sleeping city, she leaped onto a tall building. Chen Yi followed closely, just as she suddenly turned around and struck with a bolt of lightning.

Wrong, Chen Yi grimaced in pain.

It wasn't just a single bolt,

but a cluster!

After the lightning left her hand, it exploded like fireworks, a dense forest of lightning crashing toward his face. Chen Yi raised his sword to slash, the lightning clashing against the sword with sizzling fierce sounds, the flying sparks stinging painfully.

Although not seriously harmed, his steps were impeded. Seeing the Fox Immortal about to run far, Chen Yi's expression darkened. He grasped the sword's hilt, spun to gather Qi, and launched it. The sword edge sliced through the remaining lightning trees, flying through!

The Fox Immortal hurriedly twisted to dodge, her body like moving lightning, yet the attacking sword qi broke open her arm, blood splattering into the air.

She groaned as she fell into the courtyard below, where a bamboo grove shaded a temple. She blended into the shadows, seemingly about to vanish again. Chen Yi pursued closely, drawing his blade. His every move was like a hunting falcon, making one's scalp tingle. Clusters of bamboo leaves brushed past him. Suddenly, he saw the Fox Immortal leap high, vanishing into a group of monastic quarters, with a high wall blocking ahead.

With one sword strike.

Chen Yi cut through the wall, revealing his figure, debris flying everywhere. He leap-frogged between the monastic quarters, catching sight out of the corner of his eye of a fluttering sleeve.

Reinforcements?

A blue daoist robe fluttered in the wind, a three-foot Daoist sword in hand. That Daoist glanced at Chen Yi just once.

A murderous aura instantly bore down straight at Chen Yi's face.

Amidst the dimness, a sword light suddenly appeared, a single sword cutting through the flying debris, slashing over!

Chen Yi's expression darkened, his mind clear as he slashed across.

Clang!

The tremendous sound of metal clashing shook the bamboo leaves, making them quiver. The Daoist's figure flew backward, but Chen Yi, gaining the upper hand, pressed the attack, his blade raised high, wrist plunging down fiercely, intending to cleave man and sword alike!

The Daoist's face turned pale, yet he wasn't panicked. His steps spun in a circle, fingers forming a mudra, his figure slipping like a breeze through a gap, urgently fleeing. Yet he ultimately couldn't avoid the flash of blade light, a burst of blood blooming on his arm. He swallowed a pained moan, intending to retreat further, when behind, a cold wind whistled. In an instant, a lightning bolt from afar came killing.

Chen Yi frowned slightly, taking a step forward to grab the Daoist by the collar, tossing him to the ground. The lightning brushed past, scorching the ground black. The flying sparks ignited fallen leaves.

He glanced up in the direction from which the lightning came; he had already lost track.

The Daoist, dazed from the fall, was about to get up but his head dropped down again after propping for a moment.

Chen Yi glanced down at the Daoist a few times. Their clash hadn't allowed time for discernment. Now, seeing the sword's shape and the Daoist hat on his head, he seemed to be from Dragon and Tiger Mountain.

"Who are you? Why did you block me?"

No response.

Chen Yi looked down and realized he had fainted.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.

A string of footsteps came treading through the bamboo forest. Chen Yi turned his eyes—a group of Martial Artist Taoists hurried over. Upon seeing, they were all from the guest house.

Each carried a weapon, rushing over quickly. At a glance seeing Chen Yi standing and the Daoist lying, they were immediately shocked and astonished. Instantly, someone shouted:

"Bold demon, how dare you kidnap Brother Fang Ying!"

Chen Yi glanced down at the Daoist, laughing aloud. After all this time, they were all chasing after that Fox Immortal.

He pursued the Fox Immortal partly because she killed someone at his lodging, partly because she seemed to have some connection with Dragon and Tiger Mountain, which, if linked to his affairs with clues, absolutely couldn't be ignored. Unexpectedly, like a flood rushing into a Dragon King Temple, it seemed they had been killed by their own people.

The group of Martial Artist Taoists came fiercely, filled with righteous indignation. Weapons gleamed with a chilling light in the night. The man shifted his blade a few inches, showing no hostility, only a welcoming smile.

"Returning him to you."

He raised his hand, grabbed the Daoist Fang Ying, and tossed him over. The Daoists hurried to catch him, retreating several steps. The leading Daoist, seeing the deep striations of blood and flesh on Fang Ying's hand, was greatly alarmed.

In the silent temple, a tension briefly hung, neither side in a hurry to break it. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

However, the crowd's hostility didn't diminish, instead, it rose further, nearly united in shared outrage.

"Disciples of Dragon and Tiger Mountain, form the array!"

The leading Daoist sternly commanded.

In the blink of an eye, twelve from Dragon and Tiger Mountain instantly formed a sword array, Primordial Qi rolling, sword momentum surging, the chilling radiance dimming even the remnant moonlight.

Dragon and Tiger Mountain's "Cloud Brocade Twelve Swords," with twelve surrounding one form the array. The sword momentum rolls like a river, endless and perpetual, requiring no profound power from the array-forming Daoists, only needing to follow it step-by-step, to turn leverage into overwhelming strength.

For this sword array, although Dragon and Tiger Mountain isn't a Taoist and Martial Dual Cultivation sect, it still holds a place above the mundane Jianghu unlike the reclusive Taihua Mountain.

The martial artists saw the sword array completed, each suppressing their eager hearts, retreating several steps, simply to witness Dragon and Tiger Mountain's renowned formation. The filial robe man before them, with both sword and blade, clearly was not an easy target, promising a fierce Dragon and Tiger battle.

Yet upon closer inspection, that man stood firm, not only without a hint of anger but rather with keen interest in observing the Cloud Brocade Twelve Swords.

"Cloud Brocade Twelve Swords... " The filial robe man held a three-foot green edge in his left hand, "Let me see."

Twelve pine-patterned swords simultaneously emitted a clear Dragon Roar, the face of a young Daoist at the southwest corner suddenly changed, the sword in his hand trembling without wind.

It was as if heaven and earth pressed down upon him.

The lead crane-haired elder's pupils contracted, the twelve sword gangs abruptly extending three inches, encircling the man impenetrably. The Jianghu spectators felt only thunderous noise in their ears. Focused again, they saw, at the sword formation's center, purple lightning and green frost soaring skyward.