67: Killing the enemy and trapping the enemy

'I cannot only focus on defense.'

Lin Feng formed a hand seal with his right hand, and the flowing cloud immortal binding silk shot out, transforming into a streak of extremely fast multicolored light, wrapping around the guard of the Blazing Serpent Longsword.

"Trying to bind my Flying Sword?" The Chiyan Sect Cultivator was slightly surprised but remained calm in the face of danger. With a shake of his wrist, fierce flames surged on the Blazing Serpent Longsword, attempting to incinerate the multicolored light.

However, the flowing cloud immortal binding silk was extremely nimble. The light separated upon contact, avoiding the core of the flames. It then wrapped tightly around the sword guard, emitting brilliant multicolored radiance, and actually began to cut and suppress the Spiritual Power connection between the sword body and its master.

'This silk sash actually has the effect of interfering with Spiritual Power?' The Chiyan Sect Cultivator felt his longsword slightly hesitate in his hand; his Spiritual Power circulation was sluggish, and the momentum of his sword strike involuntarily slowed down.

Just then, Lin Feng's left hand was already holding up the xuanming heavy water bead, its body displaying a dark glow.

"Duo!"

A drop of Xuanming Heavy Water, black as ink, shot out silently, crashing straight into one of the Blazing Shields that was rotating to protect its master.

This Cultivator was indeed rich in combat experience. Though startled, he remained composed. With a thought, the two Blazing Shields instantly merged into one. The fierce flames on the shield surface burned brightly, attempting to withstand this strange drop of heavy water head-on.

"Boom!"

The heavy water collided with the fire shield, emitting a giant, muffled, thunderous sound. More than half of the flames on the Blazing Shield were instantly extinguished. The entire shield trembled violently, Spiritual Light flashed wildly, and even fine cracks appeared on its surface.

That Cultivator's body shook violently, his Qi and Blood churning. He had to retreat two steps before dissolving the impact force. 'What a strange Magic Treasure. It is so heavy and cold.'

However, Lin Feng had already injected a large amount of Spiritual Power into the azure flood dragon banner.

Accompanied by a low dragon roar, a Phantom Azure Flood Dragon rushed out from the banner face, passing through the slight gap between the two Blazing Shields—which had been momentarily thrown off balance—and slammed into the Chiyan Sect Cultivator's wide-open chest.

The Cultivator watched helplessly as the azure flood dragon attacked, but due to his wrist being restrained and his Spiritual Power being in disarray, he couldn't mobilize his shields in time for defense. He could only force his Protective Spiritual Light to withstand the blow.

But how could a hastily formed Protective Spiritual Light block the full-force strike of the azure flood dragon banner, which had been preparing for some time?

The Protective Spiritual Light shattered instantly.

The Cultivator's eyes bulged, his chest collapsed, and fresh blood spurted wildly. His body flew backward, smashing heavily against a distant rock wall before sliding down, unconscious.

The Blazing Serpent Longsword and the two Blazing Shields also let out a mournful sound and fell to the ground.

Lin Feng panted slightly. He glanced at the completely scrapped Green Wood Shield, waved his hand to recall the flowing cloud immortal binding silk, the xuanming heavy water bead, and the azure flood dragon banner, and quickly collected the valuable Magic Treasures and Storage Pouch from his opponent.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the turbulent Spiritual Power within him, and scanned the main battlefield. Before he could catch his breath, a sharp Killing Intent locked onto him from the rear side.

"Brat! Die!" A fierce shout rang out.

He saw two Chiyan Sect Cultivators rushing toward him from the left and right, brimming with Killing Intent.

Lin Feng's heart tightened. He instantly assessed the situation. Fighting two opponents head-on was definitely not the best strategy, and with the situation on the main battlefield unclear, getting entangled here was unwise. He retreated backward without hesitation.

"Trying to run?" The two Chiyan Sect Cultivators roared angrily and pursued him closely.

Lin Feng had no desire to fight. Relying on the Shadow Evasion Technique, he turned and sped toward a narrow valley with complex terrain.

He could always sense the opponents' flanking intentions one step ahead, changing direction at the last possible moment, skillfully maneuvering using rock crevices and corners, always maintaining a distance from the pursuers, making it difficult for them to form an encirclement.

The two Cultivators were furious from the chase, realizing they couldn't immediately deal with this slippery brat. The opponent's Movement Technique was strange, making it hard for them to fully utilize their cultivation advantage.

"Chase! He can't escape!" The two gritted their teeth, accelerating their pursuit into the rocky valley.

Lin Feng led the two through the valley for a moment. Seeing that he had guided them into a "dead end" surrounded by steep rock walls on three sides, a sharp light flashed in his eyes. He shot the several Formation Flags he had been holding into the crevices of the surrounding rock walls.

"Taiyi Six Yang Formation, rise."

Following his low shout, six thick pillars of light—blazing white with a hint of faint blue water light—shot up from the ground in an instant, quickly converging to envelop the two pursuing Cultivators and the entire area.

This was precisely the "Taiyi Six Yang Formation" he had improved and set up, combining Martial Uncle Zhao Ming's Formation Legacy with his own understanding.

The two Chiyan Sect Cultivators felt their vision blur. The space around them seemed to instantly solidify, and a powerful pressure assaulted them from all directions. Not only did their movements become sluggish, but even the circulation of Spiritual Power within their bodies was greatly suppressed.

"What? This is... a Formation?" One Cultivator cried out in alarm. He desperately activated his Twin Hooks, striking the light barrier fiercely. The Faint Green Poisonous Fire hit the barrier, only stirring up ripples. The barrier remained completely still, and instead, a backlash force struck him, causing his Qi and Blood to churn.

The other Cultivator's expression changed drastically. His Divine Sense penetration was like a clay ox entering the sea, yet he found that the opponent's Formation structure was exquisite and stable, with an independent energy cycle, making it impossible to find any flaws.

"What a powerful Trapping Formation. This brat... this brat is actually proficient in such an advanced Formation?" Both their hearts were simultaneously swept by stormy waves.

They had originally thought the opponent was just an ordinary Early Foundation Establishment Stage Disciple with good luck and many Magic Treasures. They never expected to hit a steel plate; the opponent's attainment in the Dao of Formations far exceeded their imagination.

"Quick! Let's break the Formation together. Although this Formation is strong, he set it up hastily, so it shouldn't last long." One Cultivator shouted urgently, attacking the light barrier fiercely with his companion.

The light barrier trembled violently, but indeed, as Lin Feng expected, it could not be broken in a short time.

He didn't hesitate. His figure was like lightning, and he sped back toward the main battlefield at full speed. He felt a vague sense of unease in his heart; the commotion over there seemed to be getting quieter, yet more urgent.

When he rushed back to the edge of the main battlefield, the sight before him made his pupils contract and his heart sink.

The battlefield was a mess—scorched earth, potholes, and bloodstains everywhere.

The unfamiliar Senior Brother had already fallen in a pool of blood, completely lifeless. Song Meng lay beside him, with a scorched hole in his chest, his eyes wide open, having already perished. Sun Yiyi lay a little further away, with a large patch of blood beneath her. Her originally beautiful face was pale as paper, and she still tightly gripped the Willow Leaf Sword in her hand, but she was silent.

Besides Captain Qian Ming, the other three had all been killed in battle.

Qian Ming himself was at the end of his rope, covered in blood. He was being frantically besieged by the Chiyan Sect Leader holding the Blazing Feather Fan and another Cultivator, facing extreme peril and about to collapse.

On the other side, three corpses of Chiyan Sect Cultivators also lay, clearly a heavy price paid by the Tianxuan Sect side for this exchange.

"Senior Brother Qian." Lin Feng roared in anger. The Natal Sword Essence that had been nurtured for a long time within his Dantian trembled violently, letting out a clear, ringing sword cry.

He raised his right hand, and a streak of radiance instantly emerged from his palm, transforming into a Spiritual Sword which he gripped.