Chapter 587: Soil and Wood Plus Flying Sword: Is It Worth It? | Không Có Tiền Tu Cái Gì Tiên

Không Có Tiền Tu Cái Gì Tiên - Updated on September 2, 2025

Watching Zhang Yu manipulate flying swords with the mountain-shifting divine power of Tian Kunlun, striking out to kill, Bei Wufeng calmly flicked his fingertips, changing his sword incantations.

“Junior, this isn’t how you play with flying swords. It’s not about whose strength is greater.”

“What do you think of this ‘Wan Jian Jue’, junior?”

Bei Wufeng chuckled softly, and his twelve flying swords split into two, then two into four, instantly transforming into a sky full of sword shadows.

However, this change wasn’t that Bei Wufeng’s Taihao Sheng Lü flying swords actually multiplied on a material level, but rather that in Zhang Yu’s perception, they became dense and difficult to distinguish between real and illusionary.

Zhang Yu felt as if he had activated radar but couldn’t find the true body of the opponent’s flying swords, only seeing a dense cluster of red dots, all of which were false targets.

Zhang Yu knew that during a sword duel, flying swords darted back and forth across the vast sky, not only moving fast but also covering great distances. At such times, it was impossible to lock onto them with mere visual perception.

Even in this ten-li battlefield, trying to visually search for the opponent’s twelve flying swords simply couldn’t keep up with the changes in their offensive.

The method by which Taihao Sheng Lü flying swords detected and locked onto targets relied on the Taihao Sword Realm and the Taihao Daode Sword Intent.

In terms of sword intent, both sides had been clashing continuously since the start of the battle, and neither Zhang Yu nor Bei Wufeng could surpass the other in sword intent.

However, in the struggle of the sword realm, Bei Wufeng held a clear lead.

Now, with the activation of Wan Jian Jue, Zhang Yu’s perception of flying swords was completely disrupted. As streaks of light collided, his twelve Taihao Sheng Lü flying swords seemed to be blind, being beaten back step by step.

Bei Wufeng chuckled and asked, “Junior, if we continue, the repair costs for your flying swords might be substantial. Do you still want to continue?”

Zhang Yu calmly replied, “Senior, this has just begun. Why rush to end it?”

As he spoke, Zhang Yu had already formed a dao incantation, activating the Tiandi Huai Jie Wuxing Xin Bing.

“Feng Jie!”

As Zhang Yu pointed a finger from a distance, a mighty wind from the spirit realm swept towards the twelve Taihao Sheng Lü flying swords.

Immediately, the spirit realm flow of the twelve flying swords surged, and their sword realm expanded fiercely, instantly scattering a large number of the phantom images created by Wan Jian Jue and gradually detecting the positions of the real flying swords.

“Huo Jie!”

With a soft bang!

The magical power on the twelve flying swords surged, forming flames of power that forcefully pushed the flying swords into an overloaded mode.

At once, the twelve flying swords became like twelve streaks of lightning, propelled by earth-fiend gravity and Huo Jie, forcing Bei Wufeng into a flurry of activity.

“Good junior, I didn’t expect you to push Tiandi Huai Jie Wuxing Xin Bing to Level 10 in just two months?”

“Excellent, then let us compare our sword techniques again.”

“Twelve Sword Attendants! Come out!”

In an instant, a spirit realm gate appeared in the air; it was the entrance to Bei Wufeng’s cave dwelling deep within the spirit realm.

As the gate opened, twelve ethereal sword spirits leaped out.

These twelve sword spirits were all spirit artifacts meticulously crafted by Bei Wufeng. Although they didn’t possess high intelligence, each had undergone extensive sword technique training, absorbing sword technique data day and night in Bei Wufeng’s spirit realm cave dwelling, constantly mastering different sword techniques, and engaging in sword duel training with each other.

Coupled with the spirit realm acceleration function, each of them was like a sword master who had cultivated for hundreds of years, with nothing but sword techniques in their minds.

The moment the Twelve Sword Attendants were activated, Zhang Yu felt as if twelve Foundation Establishment cultivators, wielding flying swords, were assassinating him.

Even with Zhang Yu’s speed of thought and rich martial arts experience, he was momentarily unable to completely withstand the encirclement of these Twelve Sword Attendants.

Amidst a series of thunderous explosions, Bei Wufeng’s flying swords, enhanced by the Twelve Sword Attendants, swept in like a fierce wind, seemingly about to break within a thousand meters of Zhang Yu in an instant.

Facing this combined assault of sword spirits, Zhang Yu’s gaze slightly narrowed. Unconsciously, he had switched his Qinglian Jian Tai to Sanshen Shentong and his Lian Fa Tu suit to Wudao Sheng Ti.

Allowing the opponent’s flying swords within a thousand meters was also deliberately done by Zhang Yu.

Within a thousand meters of flying sword combat, he could barely see clearly with his own eyes.

Especially with the enhancement of Sanshen Shentong and Wudao Sheng Ti, the chaotic and difficult-to-discern twelve-path sword formation, which was a mess in his eyes, instantly became clear. Every move and every form was so simple and straightforward, so… learnable.

With a crash, two flying swords collided with identical postures and sword moves.

To Bei Wufeng’s surprise, the closer the flying swords moved towards Zhang Yu, the fiercer his resistance became, even starting to learn from his Twelve Sword Attendants.

“This is…” Bei Wufeng’s heart stirred. “Is he hiding sword spirits in his flying swords? Is he secretly learning my sword spirit data while dueling with me?”

In less than a minute, the third eye in Zhang Yu’s head trembled violently, frantically mimicking the sword moves of the Twelve Sword Attendants.

At the same time, with the intense operation of the Wuliang Xin Nei Fashan, accompanied by a roar from the Four-Headed White Ox in his mind, three additional thoughts simultaneously commanded the flying swords.

At this moment, Zhang Yu seemed to split into four, becoming four powerful individuals with Sanshen Shentong, each wielding three flying swords to form a sword array, constantly fending off Bei Wufeng’s assault.

Coupled with the enhancements of Tian Kunlun Yi Shan Shen Li and Tiandi Huai Jie Wuxing Xin Bing, he gradually gained the upper hand.

In the sky, An Zhen Zhenjun, observing this scene, nodded slightly: “Bei Wufeng’s chosen military-grade artifact refining technique is Tai Xu Shen Qi Ce. He uses this military-grade technique as a foundation, paired with the Taihao Sheng Lü Sword Array, to enhance the sword array with numerous additional functions.”

“Once a sword duel begins, it’s a spectacle of complexity, overcoming simplicity with abundance. The sheer number of methods is enough to handle any situation.”

“As for Zhang Yu, who transferred from the Earth and Wood department, he cultivates Tian Kunlun Yi Shan Shen Li, and the artifact refining technique he later chose is Tiandi Huai Jie Wuxing Xin Bing.”

“These two techniques aren’t of much help for artifact refining; they are more suitable for enhancing the power of magical artifacts.”

“Now, in this sword duel, Zhang Yu clearly intends to overcome skill with clumsiness, and overpower multiple techniques with sheer force…”

An Zhen Zhenjun thought to himself, “But against such a fighting style, with all the preparations Bei Wufeng has made, how could he not have a contingency plan?”

In the blink of an eye, Bei Wufeng’s sword realm continued to expand, compressing Zhang Yu’s sword realm to an extreme. Under this compression, Zhang Yu’s flying swords seemed to react a beat slower, as if there was network lag.

At the same time, Bei Wufeng lightly flicked his sword finger, and all twelve flying swords vibrated in unison.

He let out a long cry, proudly saying, “Junior, if you expect to defeat me with these clumsy earth and wood techniques, you underestimate the Way of Flying Swords far too much.”

“Tian Kunlun Yi Shan Shen Li is good for digging.”

“For controlling flying swords?”

“A complete mess.”

The twelve flying swords simultaneously shot out streaks of sword qi, which then surged back and forth between the flying swords, circulating at high speed within the sword array.

With the full enhancement of the sword realm, the power transmission within the sword array reached an extreme.

In Zhang Yu’s perception, the opponent’s twelve flying swords at this moment seemed to be completely integrated, each thrust of the sword combining the power of all twelve flying swords.

In contrast, his own twelve flying swords were suppressed by the opponent’s sword realm, reacting a beat slower, and even their power couldn’t match up at this moment.

Amidst explosive popping sounds, Zhang Yu felt his Taihao Sheng Lü flying swords being struck one by one, sent flying as if repeatedly bombarded by invisible lightning in mid-air.

He couldn’t even clearly see the trajectory of the opponent’s twelve flying swords before his own were consecutively repelled.

One of Zhang Yu’s flying swords even flew backward, grazing his own body.

At the same time, in front of Zhang Yu, twelve streaks of light had already shot over, seemingly about to invade his personal space in the next instant.

“Victory is decided.”

Just as this thought flashed through Bei Wufeng’s mind, a black light suddenly flickered in his eye socket. At this moment, he actually lost contact with his twelve Taihao Sheng Lü flying swords.

“What?”

Simultaneously, rumbling sounds came from deep within the earth.

Nine high platforms, built at an unknown time, broke out of the ground, forming a large array that temporarily blocked the spirit realm signals of the flying swords.

Bei Wufeng immediately understood: “This guy… while dueling with me, he was actually constructing something underground and setting up formations?”

Bei Wufeng immediately formed a dao incantation, intending to forcefully open up the spirit realm channel and break through the array’s屏蔽.

With Zhang Yu’s crudely made temporary array, Bei Wufeng believed he could re-establish contact with his flying swords in just a moment at most.

But in the next instant, Zhang Yu spread his five fingers, grabbing at the twelve Taihao Sheng Lü flying swords a hundred meters away.

“Senior, you are right. Compared to controlling swords, my Tian Kunlun Yi Shan is more adept at setting up formations.”

The distance of over a hundred meters made these twelve flying swords so clear in his eyes.

The loss of spirit realm signals also prevented Bei Wufeng’s sword intent from continuing to infuse the sword bodies, making it easier for Zhang Yu to lock onto these twelve flying swords.

With a thrust of his palm, Zhang Yu’s sword匣 shot towards the flying swords.

Under the surging earth-fiend gravity, the twelve temporarily uncontrolled flying swords, like twelve swimming fish, were easily collected by Zhang Yu into his sword匣.

Just a moment before the sword匣 closed, the spirit realm channel forcefully opened, and earth-shattering sword intent erupted from the flying swords once again. The phantoms of the Twelve Sword Attendants also descended again.

“Break for me!”

Amidst a roar, the twelve flying swords struggled violently.

But in the next moment, as Zhang Yu heavily stomped, the earth seemed to transform into a giant beast, opening its massive mouth and swallowing the struggling twelve flying swords along with the sword匣.

Then, the giant beast turned into a giant mountain, the giant mountain into a towering peak, and the towering peak transformed into countless copper walls and iron barriers, firmly pinning the flying swords inside.

At the same time, Zhang Yu’s twelve flying swords had already shot out, like streaks of black lightning, striking towards Bei Wufeng’s location.

If it weren’t a sword duel, Bei Wufeng could naturally casually conjure other magical artifacts to block the flying swords, while continuing to control his flying swords to break through the suppression.

But at this moment, it was merely a sword duel. Bei Wufeng, looking at Zhang Yu, who was shooting towards him like lightning, knew that this sword duel was already his defeat.

Meanwhile, An Zhen Zhenjun, observing the changes on the battlefield, thought to himself: “If this array continues to be built, it seems it could also enhance the sword realm, boost the spirit realm signal of flying swords, and increase the power of the sword array.”

“Earth and wood combined with flying sword communication, eh?”

“Seems promising.”

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