Chapter 2315: Mahoraga's Rambling Wind

Cao Yuxian's understanding of the Heavenly Way was truly not shallow.

Cao Yuxian was definitely not a simple martial dao true person!

Jiang Wang was already the only heavenly person in the current world known and seen by people. Besides this second venerable heavenly person, he had to go into the Calamity Water to search.

With his understanding of the Heavenly Way, and having grasped the "Jie Wu Kong" realm, such strength could fake heaven and act with almost no flaws – it even seemed like the Heavenly Way had approved it! It gave him the power of the Heavenly Way, allowing him to wrongly fulfill the duties of a heavenly person.

But such a state was seen through by Cao Yuxian at a glance, and cut off with a single knife.

If he didn't have extremely profound cognition of the Heavenly Way, how could he be so decisive?

However, the Heavenly Way was only Jiang Wang's tool from the beginning. He was unwilling to return his body to it, and certainly never completely relied on it.

Cao Yuxian's unrestrained knife was not met with Jiang Wang's loss of composure after being chopped out of his "fake heaven" state.

Jiang Wang's eyes were like sealed windows, with all previous emotions not visible. After a sheet of emotionless window paper was torn off, there were lamp fires and vast waves of sentient beings.

What met Cao Yuxian was a fist.

A withered thin fist, from a frame that was even slightly hunched with age.

From Jiang Wang's eyes, there walked out such a sorrowful-looking old monk, sad for the common people. There seemed to be a sigh in his ear, and his face was blurred and unclear. That withered thin fist, however, became increasingly close, increasingly clear, and also increasingly gigantic.

Was it really withered and thin?

The last few steps were like meteors falling from the sky!

Such a fist smashed onto Cao Yuxian's counter-pull and thrusting dagger-like arrow.

The fist peak touched the arrowhead, actually making a sound like striking a pot.

"What a fine sentient beings dharma image!" Cao Yuxian resisted the fist with his arrow, keenly capturing the danger, and continuously withdrew his steps to gain more space to respond. Yet, he greatly praised: "A true person's dharma image can actually be so condensed in Falling Soul Ridge. Shouldering the power of Falling Soul, yet still having the appearance of ten thousand jun. In the current world, how many such true persons are there?"

His praise was of course sincere, but it could not slow down the fist's speed in the slightest.

Although the sentient beings dharma image was in the shape of an old monk, it held the meaning of a dragon and a tiger. The first fist was the fist of the Heavenly Way, unleashed at the moment Cao Yuxian chopped apart the Heavenly Way, considered a face-to-face encounter with a martial dao grandmaster.

The second fist, however, was a dragon fist. Only seeing him arch his back like a rising dragon, his pair of thin hands bulged with floating dragon scales. His fingertips were already like swords, and those compassionate eyes were also full of dragon might!

A flip of the fist was a dragon swinging its tail. An advance of the fist was a divine dragon chanting.

Cao Yuxian calmly confronted those dragon eyes, but his body shifted backward in the process, withdrawing the arrow and combining it with the bow. He re-placed the feather arrow as an arrow, nocked it on his bowstring, like nocking the sun on the horizon. For a moment, the back of the bow was like distant mountains, with the sun rising from among the mountains.

At this moment, all the heavenly light was between his three fingers, thumb, index finger, and middle finger, as if pinching a sun. Yet, he did not shoot the arrow, but used this momentum to resist heaven, specifically to resist that old monk's bulging-scaled dragon fist.

That dragon form suddenly scattered.

The sentient beings dharma image actively changed its move, directly pouncing with its body connected, dialing the arrow, pressing the bow, and probing with claws. The movements were completed in one breath, like a hungry tiger seeking food, in an instant glaring eyes and baring teeth, a fierce god and evil spirit – the Yaksha style!

What a fine sight, like dark clouds covering the sun.

Cao Yuxian's sunrise arrow was thus completely covered.

He also only calmly shifted his step, directly grasped the pole in his hand, and actively unloaded his momentum. He again used the feather arrow as a dagger, turned the arrowhead, and counter-attacked the Yaksha.

The silver-bright arrowhead flowed with cold moonlight. After colliding with the Yaksha's sharp claws several times, it suddenly folded open. What a fine move, like treading snow to seek plums, stabbing through the fierce god's qi, glimpsing a gap, and piercing towards the heart of the fist.

Seeing the Yaksha about to be nailed in its vital point and fall into a dead end, that pair of fists instantly flipped open, like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers, forming a compassionate seal method. Turning death into life, gaining blessings and longevity. Then there was the sound of Brahma descending into the world, all blessings coming upon the body.

The sentient beings dharma image pressed down with this seal on its head, and in an instant, bombarded Cao Yuxian into an illusory changing world. But one saw heavenly flowers scattering, the ground surging with golden lotuses, treasure light shining upon the world, and Brahma chants echoing eternally.

This was the Bliss World.

This was the Gandharva Seal!

"Drink!" How could Cao Yuxian be willing to tie his hands? He directly let out a clear drink.

This single sound was like a high mountain collapsing, like the ringing of knives and spears. Extremely grand, it was simply the sound of sunrise heard within the world, broadcasting a pure sound that shone a thousand li along the path.

His qi and blood were as majestic as they were, and with the warrior's pure sound, he instantly drank away the Brahma chant, freeing himself from Bliss. He then pulled his body forward, grasped the bow and counter-pounced, in an instant executing a hundred chops, a string-knife cutting the heavenly maiden!

The surrounding space was filled with cracks everywhere, all wounds from the crisscrossing knife light.

But the fist peak that met the string-knife became fierce again.

The sentient beings dharma image's changes were completely no slower than Cao Yuxian's. It was the same mountain, first a blessed land, then a grave field. In an instant, fortune and disaster reversed. The sentient beings dharma image leaped high into the air, its two hands grasping together – it was the Asura Hammer!

If you were unwilling to go to the Bliss World, then go down to Avici Hell.

The two vast realms of birth and death were nothing more than within the flip of a pair of fists, covering clouds and rain.

This hammer bombarding down carried boundless killing qi.

As a mansion military lord, a world-famous general, how could Cao Yuxian be afraid of killing qi? He of course did not retreat, his pair of eyes like a quiet sea, suddenly leaped out with red light, twisting like a dragon.

This was the Red Killing Dragon, one of the ten fierce types of military killing. It could only be condensed by a world-famous general.

Among the world's killing qi, none were fiercer or more dangerous than military killing.

Heavenly killing, earthly killing, thunder killing, miasma killing... all these so-called killing qi nurtured by nature and the earth could not catch up to this acquired killing born from war.

Since ancient times, in any era, any place, the greatest killing caused to intelligent beings has always been war. Human disaster is worse than natural disaster, and military killing can suppress ten thousand killings.

As soon as the Red Killing Dragon appeared, it instantly swallowed killing qi. The boundless killing qi condensed by the Asura Hammer was instantly diverted. The sentient beings dharma image, grasping this hammer, then appeared bare in mid-air, its momentum greatly dropping.

Cao Yuxian walked in the void, leisurely lifting his string-knife to slaughter.

The sentient beings dharma image followed the momentum, dividing the hammer into palms. The two hands that were originally combined were divided into two palm-knives. The two knives separated space, and in this instant turned into an abyss –

Then this hold of the abyss chopped down, and behind it even opened a pair of golden wings that covered the sky and hid the moon, which was the Garuda Chop!

Zheng zheng zheng!

Cao Yuxian reversed his string-knife, using the arrowhead to pluck the bowstring, sending out urgent and intense musical sounds, like a thousand armies and ten thousand horses lining up to march. Behind him were heavy illusions, banners shaking the sky. The illusion of ten thousand armies charging filled the knife abyss.

For a moment, one person was like ten thousand armies, and he faced this Garuda Chop –

Yet, what met him was emptiness.

The sentient beings dharma image at that place had only illusions remaining, like an old monk peeling off fake skin, or like the first time Cao Yuxian used his string-knife to cut off the fake heaven state, a sheet of window paper that could be broken with a poke.

"Like a dream, like an illusion, like a bubble, like a shadow, like dew, also like lightning." An old monk chanted softly.

Cao Yuxian suddenly lowered his head, and then saw a withered thin figure piercing through all the illusions of a thousand armies and ten thousand horses, pressing close to his body. It crashed into him with its combined body...

Like a mountain crashing down.

Cao Yuxian's martial body was therewith sent flying high.

Tight Naraka Stick Mountain Crash!

Hong long long long!

The sentient beings dharma image pushed Cao Yuxian along. The bodies of the two human forms actually emitted thunderous sounds during this pushing process. It was like the earth shaking and mountains roaring!

But although this scene was fierce, both sides of the fight were clear: Cao Yuxian did not suffer any essential harm.

His martial body's muscles undulated evenly. It seemed as if every single muscle, every single meridian, even every single drop of fresh blood, all had spirituality, all were living things, all knew how to breathe – and they were truly breathing, each gulp and spit of yuan power!

This was precisely the flesh and blood living spirit that was once considered the highest level of the martial body.

Of course, if a martial man's will was not enough to command the martial body, then the flesh and blood of these living spirits would truly transform and escape to different places... and the person would be gone too.

In the process of martial artists exploring the path of cultivation, countless martial artists have disappeared within the realm of flesh and blood living spirit. Those names that were dazzling for a time became deeply engraved warnings for later generations.

Cao Yuxian, of course, had a free martial body, his intent penetrated the entire heaven, grasping everything, and there was no possibility of a blood spirit escaping.

The sentient beings dharma image leaped out after the "fake heaven," catching Cao Yuxian off guard, and stacking seven styles into this single Tight Naraka Stick Mountain Crash, just managing to push Cao Yuxian.

But such majestic power, in the process of Cao Yuxian continuously withdrawing, was also continuously being dissolved and eliminated.

There was no need for Cao Yuxian to exert force. His already living spirit flesh and blood naturally dissolved all external forces.

Cao Yuxian only appeared more refined and handsome. He again took a soft bow, but in fact, sending heavy arrows was something a strong man could not do. Archers from ancient times to the present have all been the strongest people in the army. They could lift a bow and shoot an arrow a hundred paces to pierce a willow, and put down the bow and arrow to break something in two with a single knife.

Some military family grandmasters even said, "To be a good general, you must be good at shooting," believing that to be able to shoot well, one must possess the most essential qualities of a general.

Facing a divine archer, if anyone wanted to close in and engage in close combat, forcing pressure on a weak man, they would probably understand what was called shock.

Just like the sentient beings dharma image continuously bombarded and smashed, flowing like clouds and water in one set, the last close-body crash was like a mountain coming, yet it crashed into Cao Yuxian without even damaging a hair –

Of course, how could True Person Jiang make such a mistake of underestimating the enemy?

So the sentient beings dharma image, while pushing Cao Yuxian's martial body, had already gathered its body into a group and suddenly become a strong wind.

That withered thin figure rotated around Cao Yuxian, fingers, palms, fists, claws, knee strikes, elbow hits. Every part of this human form dharma image became a weapon, striking the wind like a hurricane, a mad storm around this body. In an instant, ten thousand chops, burying Cao Yuxian in the eye of the storm.

It was the Mahoraga Disordered Storm!

This was precisely the last killing momentum of this set of "Eight Divisions Heavenly Dragon Forbidden Law Fist." The previous seven styles all existed for this one style, this one time.

With Jiang Wang's current position, he fundamentally did not lack techniques. This set of Eight Divisions Heavenly Dragon Law Fist was something he deduced on the Performance Dao Platform, specifically for the sentient beings dharma image. Now, it was revealed in front of people for the first time, just to contend with a martial dao grandmaster like Cao Yuxian.

It was indeed eye-catching.

For a time, fist intent filled the air, hitting the hollow of Falling Soul Ridge without any gaps.

Then suddenly, there was the sound of gold hitting jade.

Within the hurricane stirred up by the sentient beings dharma image, jade light flickered. At first, it was still very weak, but in the blink of an eye, the light shone brilliantly, successively counter-invading the fist intent, and between heaven and earth, the color was a piece of jade.

Thirty-six ways Broken Jade Fist!

This was also the martial dao highest fist canon that Cao Yuxian relied on to become famous. After fighting eight rounds with the bow as a knife, the arrow as a dagger, and the sentient beings dharma image, he finally brought out this fist.

One fist made the eight wastes all the color of jade, one fist bombarded heaven and earth open.

But it was also at this time.

The hurricane of the mad storm suddenly became empty. Before being swept clean by the Broken Jade Fist, it was first step wiped empty. The fierce killing sentient beings dharma image of the mad storm turned into a path of spirit light and directly threw itself backward –

It threw itself into a figure in blue shirt.

Jiang Wang seemed to have rushed from afar, enduring wind and snow, just to see the face of an old friend, and then delivered this one sword!

Countless people's shadows!

A mountain of people, a sea of people, a tide of people surging.

Sorrow, joy, separation, union, all within.

Once, Jiang Wang's "Ren" character sword swept all sides. Now, sacrificing the "Sentient Beings Sword," he gave Cao Yuxian a head-on blow.

The sentient beings dharma image performed a complete set of "Eight Divisions Heavenly Dragon Forbidden Law Fist," precisely to accumulate force for True Person Jiang after being stripped of his "fake heaven."

This set was too complete. It was clearly an unrelated sword, yet it could be regarded as the ninth fist of the Eight Divisions Heavenly Dragon Forbidden Law Fist, its fist intent even beyond the fist canon.

The old monk used his body as a fist.

The sentient beings dharma image became the sword light at this moment!

Jade light, was split open –

After the endless brilliant light exploded open, only the mountain hollow appeared particularly empty. Cao Yuxian stood there quietly, just lifting his bow with his left hand and bombarding out his jade-like fist with his right hand.

The head of the fist was right in the middle, in the seam between his index finger and middle finger, where Longxiangsi's sword blade was embedded.

Fresh blood flowed on the sword blade, then quietly and silently slid down.

To be precise, the process of the fresh blood dripping down was quiet and silent, but after landing on the ground, it made a terrifying boom sound like a mountain peak tilting! Every drop of Cao Yuxian's martial man's true blood weighed more than ten thousand jun.

A single drop of his blood could crush people to death!

But in this battle, there was clearly a winner and a loser.

The thirty-six ways Broken Jade Fist that once bombarded through the northern border, today only displayed a single starting style before already ending.

The battle could, of course, continue, but both sides felt that there was no longer any need to continue.

Jiang Wang slowly drew his sword. In the process of Longxiangsi being pulled out of the fist seam, it was like being ground by several mountain peaks, with bones grating like whetstone rocks.

He hung the sword by his side, quietly waiting for the fresh blood on the sword blade to drip dry, listening to the true blood landing and the ground trembling with each sound.

This sound of the ground was like a drum, as if congratulating Cao Yuxian's leap in advance.

When the martial dao true blood on the sword blade was completely gone, Jiang Wang returned his sword to its sheath, and bowed to Cao Yuxian: "This battle has made Jiang gain a lot. Also, I congratulate True Monarch!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately turned his body and walked alone towards the outside of Falling Soul Ridge.

He knew that Cao Yuxian could definitely hear his voice, but he also knew that Cao Yuxian, who was currently closing his eyes and standing quietly, was doing his final sorting out, his final preparation, and was even already in the process of leaping to the absolute peak.

This battle was by no means ostentatious, with almost no grand scenes, and not too many collisions of dao paths. It should be classified as a low-intensity fight... The fierceness within, perhaps only the two fighters knew.

What they bore in this battle was the terrifying pressure of Falling Soul Ridge that had never been completely unleashed since its formation. It was carrying unprecedented soul-heavy pressure to conduct such a confrontation.

At least at the present stage, it was impossible to do any better.

As he walked out of Falling Soul Ridge and passed by the blood-colored giant stone in front of the ridge, Jiang Wang suddenly thought of several questions – Who set down the seal on Falling Soul Ridge? And why was it never completely unsealed?

Could the formation of Falling Soul Ridge truly be natural?

But these slight curiosities were also pressed down by the sky-reaching aura that suddenly rose up behind him.

Cao Yuxian had proven his dao today!

After North Cao and East Cao, who was more victorious, would probably be another good topic of debate.

Jiang Wang shook his head and only smiled faintly. None of this was important.

Cao Yuxian bore the heavy burden and climbed the mountain, and had already reached the mountain peak.

He too bore a heavy journey, but it was only just beginning!

To achieve an industry that has never existed throughout the ages, one must inevitably endure winds and rains that have never been undergone throughout the ages.

Let's move on!