Two of the knives directly forced Jiang Dali to retreat from his pursuit, while another struck the incoming Saber Qi, cutting it magically into two halves, narrowly missing his retreating figure and falling into empty space, with only a trace of Saber Qi grazing his body.
Li Xunhuan grunted, a flush of red appeared on his face, and fresh blood trickled from the corner of his mouth as he suddenly swept Lin Shiyin up into the trees. His figure soared through the air like an autumn wild goose reclaiming the sky, tapping on each dry branch before sweeping up again.
Atop the scattering leaves, incredibly, he was still able to perform the supreme Qinggong technique of Dragonfly Three Water Dipping, swiftly taking Lin Shiyin and vanishing into the dust.
Jiang Dali squeezed his palm fiercely, muscles bulging. The immense power emitting from his golden palm instantly crushed the Flying Knife into an iron disc, causing the eyelids of the surrounding Martial World people to twitch uncontrollably.
"Little Li’s Flying Knife was actually caught? Was the legend broken by the Black Wind Village Chief? Li Xunhuan has been driven away."
"It’s not exactly caught, though. It’s still ’no verbal attack goes unfounded.’ Look at the body of the Black Wind Village Chief, and his blood bar!"
Players watching the figures of Li Xunhuan and Lin Shiyin dashing away were all astounded, then quickly turned their attention to Jiang Dali, whose entire body was enveloped in radiant Golden Light and had entered the Vajra Invulnerability Divine Skill State.
But his long blood bar had lost one-fifth of its value. Even the grotesquely exaggerated Bull Horn Helmet had several fragmented blades lodged in it.
What kind of immense impact force was needed for ordinary Flying Knife fragments to penetrate a helmet made of Refined Gold Mysterious Iron?
Players turned pale, inhaling sharply and chattering among themselves.
"Yeesh— Did that strike really take out so much of Brother Dali’s blood? It doesn’t seem like he has suffered any serious injury."
"Little Li’s Flying Knife, wounding the soul; in fact, it must have already severely threatened the Black Wind Village Chief, given that his Qi-Blood dropped significantly in an instant.
But at the crucial moment, the Black Wind Village Chief displayed his unknown and overpowering Cross Training Divine Skill. I’ve recorded the video; in slow motion, you can see that his Qi-Blood stabilized instantly after he entered the Cross Training Divine Skill State.
So, I guess that when the Black Wind Village Chief is in this Cross Training Divine Skill State, even the heart and mind damage caused by Sword Intent is greatly reduced."
"Too fierce! Even the Little Li’s Flying Knife’s partial damage can be withstood—what kind of formidable Cross Training Divine Skill does the Black Wind Village Chief have?"
"The Black Wind Village Chief is really outstanding. Alas, no matter how formidable a man is, he can’t win over an exceptional woman like me."
Amidst the surrounding looks of shock, horror, and awe,
Jiang Dali frowned, extending two fingers to gently pinch out a knife tip fragment the size of a fingernail shell from where he felt a stabbing pain on his brow, revealing a wound that gleamed with Golden Light and from which not a drop of blood flowed.
The wound was deep enough to see the bone, causing a continuous sting at the Mud Pill Palace spot, and the distress of the Yin God within made him feel somewhat mentally fatigued.
The weak wound the body, the strong sever the soul.
Little Li’s Flying Knife was indeed extraordinary.
If he hadn’t entered the Vajra Invulnerability Divine Skill State in time, even with the successful capture of the Flying Knife and the shattering of the blade using Spirit Rhinoceros’ Finger, his Yin God would have been grievously injured by that strike.
The slight injuries on the flesh were, by contrast, insignificant.
"With the imposing presence of Little Li’s Flying Knife at the Heavenly Human Realm... I wonder how powerful that rumored Moon God Flying Blade is? The existence of such an opponent truly is a deterrent."
Drawing back his gaze, Jiang Dali pondered deeply. He shook his head to signal that he was unharmed to Xiao Feng, who approached with a concerned expression, then shifted his attention as he sensed the sound of fluttering robes approaching from the path behind.
"Too late, too late, got caught up chasing that old monk, and missed out on the main event. Hey, I haven’t even arrived, how could you all finish the fight so quickly?"
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