Soul Land—Chapter 74: Tang San's Defense Breaks
"Take the sword!"
Tang San cut off the connection between the blue silver grass and himself, relying solely on his fighting skills and hidden weapons to deal with Ling Qianyao's sudden, fierce attack.
"Damn it, why is my blue-silver grass so vulnerable to flames? It can still hold for a while with Ma Hongjun!"
Tang San's Purple Demon Eyes were open, and he stepped on the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, dodging left and right, cleverly avoiding Ling Qianyao's several deadly strikes.
At the same time, a dark light flashed in his hand, and several sharp hidden weapons were quietly grasped in his palm. His eyes sharpened as he searched for Ling Qianyao's flaws.
He threw them violently, and the hidden weapons shot out like lightning, directly targeting Ling Qianyao's vital points.
"Ding ding ding—"
Ling Qianyao responded quickly. With a wave of the Star Breaking Sword in his hand, he knocked away the hidden weapons one by one.
He shook his head. "Relying on external objects is ultimately inferior. Ah San, don't go astray."
"Humph." Tang San snorted coldly. How could Ling Qianyao understand the power of his Tang Sect's hidden weapons? The way of hidden weapons is profound and extensive. How could it be judged so easily?
With the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record and the Hundred Solutions of Hidden Weapons from his previous life, plus using soul power to perform hidden weapon techniques, Tang San was confident that no one could beat him.
"Ling Qianyao, your so-called 'borrowing external objects' is just ignorance and prejudice against the way of hidden weapons.
Let me show you the true power of my hidden weapons!"
After saying that, his hands turned jade-colored in a few breaths.
Chichichichichi—
Ten cold lights flew out from between Tang San's fingers. With the sound of breaking through the air, they directly hit Ling Qianyao's ten vital points—head, throat, life gate, and heart.
His body turned, and ten more cold lights appeared.
Bone-penetrating nails, and other hidden weapons intertwined in the air into an airtight net, covering Ling Qianyao.
Tang San's eyes flashed. "Ling Qianyao, you have the Thousand-Star Rain, and I also have my Hidden Weapons Rain Array!"
Looking at Ling Qianyao surrounded by dense hidden weapons, Tang San smiled. "Even Soul Saint Zhao Wuji would be blocked by my hidden weapons. How can you resist my carefully arranged rain array of hidden weapons when you can't use the third and fourth soul skills?"
Ling Qianyao did feel the power of these hidden weapons.
He admitted that after being blessed by Tang San's soul power, these weapons had good penetration, and with their large number, they could disrupt his movements.
He swung the Star-Breaking Sword, but the hidden weapons seemed endless. Just as he cut through one wave, another followed.
But that was all.
"First soul skill—Big Dipper Star Attraction Formation!"
Ling Qianyao shouted and took a step forward. The shadow of the Big Dipper suddenly appeared in the sky.
Seven rays of light flew out from the seven stars and sank into Ling Qianyao's body.
Strength, speed, mental power, and other attributes all received a 10% increase.
This superimposed blessing caused Ling Qianyao's single strength to soar instantly.
With a flash, he rushed out of Tang San's hidden weapon rain formation.
"What?"
Tang San's pupils shrank suddenly. The Purple Demon Eye kept searching for Ling Qianyao's traces, but his speed was so fast that he found it difficult to keep up.
His face changed.
"First soul skill—Blue Silver Entanglement (Bind)!"
The blue-silver grass wildly entangled toward him, wrapping Tang San tightly.
"Boom! Boom!—"
"Ah—"
Ling Qianyao had already circled behind Tang San, swinging his Star-Breaking Sword. Seven sword energies condensed on the blade, carrying blazing flames and sharp sword intent, fiercely slashing toward Tang San, who was tightly wrapped by the blue-silver grass.
The seven sword energies burst out with deafening sounds as they slashed at the "Tang San" wrapped in the blue silver grass.
Tang San's blue-silver grass seemed vulnerable to these sword energies and was broken apart. After the rupture, he was hit in the back by several sword energies.
He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body was thrown out, falling heavily to the ground.
Tang San only felt a sharp pain in his back, as if several blades were tearing his body apart. Enduring the pain, he barely propped himself up, gritted his teeth, and looked at Ling Qianyao.
'How could he suddenly become so strong? His strength seems to have increased at least twice just now!
Is there some auxiliary soul master secretly helping him?
But I challenged him alone, and there were only the two of us on the field.
Why—why does this guy's soul skill also have flames? And my blue silver grass is so vulnerable in front of his flames.'
Puff—
He spat out another mouthful of blood. 'Zhao Wuji was very slow under my hidden weapon rain before, and I kept him occupied. How could Ling Qianyao without using his third and fourth soul skills crush me completely?!'
Ling Qianyao walked over, patting his shoulder gently, and shook his head. "Ah San, I've told you before, only when you are truly strong yourself can you be truly strong.
Your blue silver grass is a plant-type martial soul. Plant-type martial souls are naturally weak against fire. Fire is the nemesis of plants, you should know this common sense.
In the future, if you encounter a fire-type martial soul or an ice-type martial soul, your blue silver grass will struggle even to resist, let alone control."
Tang San's heart skipped a beat.
"Brother San!"
A hurried voice suddenly interrupted Ling Qianyao's words. Tang San turned his head and saw Xiao Wu rushing toward him quickly.
"Brother San, how are you so badly injured?" Xiao Wu's voice was full of concern, her eyes red as she ran to Tang San. She squatted down immediately to carefully check his injuries.
While Tang San frowned, he forced a few Oscar recovery sausages into his mouth.
"Ling Qianyao! It's just a sparring match. Why did you use such heavy hands?"
Xiao Wu stood up, her eyes wide with anger.
Ling Qianyao pointed to the hidden weapons piled up like a mountain beside him. "Miss, do you want to take a look at what's here before you speak? It's normal to get injured in sparring. It's just a flesh wound, not incurable."
"You—" Xiao Wu looked at the mountain of hidden weapons on the field, biting her lip and unsure of what to say, but her anger was still evident.
Tang San sat up at this moment. "Okay, Xiao Wu, stop causing trouble."
"Humph."
Ling Qianyao narrowed his eyes, glancing at Xiao Wu, and thought to himself, This girl is hopeless. Enjoy it now, but get ready to face death.
He squatted down and looked at Tang San, who seemed a little absent-minded.
"Ah San—"
"Don't call me Ah San. Call me Tang San, or Xiao San," Tang San frowned. "I always feel like the name Ah San carries deep malice and sounds stupid."
"Okay, Xiao San."
Tang San: …
Ling Qianyao coughed twice. "Look, although the Blue Silver Grass martial soul has control advantages, it's still limited by its plant nature.
Fire and ice—these elements are natural nemeses for it. You can imagine how difficult it is to rely on it."
Tang San frowned. "So?"
"Of course, you should aim to enhance the elemental resistance of Blue Silver Grass. In the future, you can try to absorb elemental soul rings."
Tang San seemed to be thinking.
Ling Qianyao was pleased to see him pondering sincerely. 'Before Yu Xiaogang comes, give him some psychological hints. Let him play himself to death. Seems not bad?'
(End of this chapter)