Flying Dust Chapter 75.1:
Jun Wushuang’s handsome face gradually distorted, his thoughts seemed to be completely focused on Wen Qianliu’s body, with only bloodthirsty desires but no recollection of why he hated Wen Qianliu so much.
Mo Feichen’s arm tightened even more, “Wushuang! Stop!”
Jun Wushuang’s body was trembling, and one of his hands was raised to press down on the veins in his quivering head.
Wen Qianliu, however, revealed a slight smile, “So you’re about to go into qi deviation mode!” After saying this, he lightly came up behind Zhao Qing Yi and pushed her towards Jun Wushuang with a palm strike.
[You can read futhermore about qi deviation here: https://www.tumblr.com/songfeng-shuiyue/661309470956240896/a-short-explanation-of-%E8%B5%B0%E7%81%AB%E5%85%A5%E9%AD%94]
Shu Xin Sword stabbed out, Zhao Qing Yi’s Zheng Yue Sword was like the bright moon in the air, and with the help of the Shu Xin Sword’s Qi energy, she left the range of the sword wind, and was caught by Qu Shaofeng after more than a dozen steps backward.
Jun Wushuang’s attention was diverted and he violently launched his sword at both of them.
Zheng Yue Sword and Zhai Feng Sword had to come out in the same time and were forced by the sword qi to let go of their hands, while Qing Yi Hou and Jin Ziyu rushed to rescue them with their swords, in this way, all four of them had angered Jun Wushuang.
“Jun Wushuang!” Mo Feichen went up to stop him, but Jun Wushuang violently raised his hand and pressed Mo Feichen to the ground, his fingers pinched into his neck, Mo Feichen could only stretch out both of his hands to break his fingers apart.
So sad…. can’t breathe!
“Feichen!” Lu Qingmo was trembling with fear and rushed over with his Dang Xiao Sword!
Jun Wushuang sidestepped and sneered as he charged with his sword, and the moment he smashed through Dang Xiao sword, Mo Feichen pulled apart his fingers and rolled over to get away from him.
“All sentient beings have no repetition of the appearance of self, human, sentient being, or lifer; no appearance of dharma, and no appearance of non-dharma.
There is no Dharma aspect, nor is there any non-Dharma aspect. All sentient beings, if their minds take on the appearance, are attached to the life of me, human beings, and sentient beings.
If they take the Dharma phase, they are attached to the life of us. What is the reason for this? If you take the non-dharma phase, you are the one who is attached to the life of my people, therefore, you should not take the dharma, and you should not take the non-dharma phase…” The voice of Master Wu Liang came in through the sword qi, and kept crowding into Jun Wushuang’s mind. He closed his eyes tightly, and pressed his hands on his head, as if he wanted to squeeze out of the Buddhist scriptures that Master Wu Liang was reciting…
“Don’t recite it! Stop! Stop!” Jun Wushuang violently loosened his head, and his sword energy flew about in a chaotic manner.
Mo Feichen and Lu Qingmo’s sword energies surrounded the area, deflecting the several threads of Shu Xin Swords.
Lu Qingmo wanted to pull out Mo Feichen, but he once again used his light energy to circle around to Jun Wushuang’s body, hugged the man who was about to fall into hysteria, used all his inner strength to restrain his movement, and whispered in his ear, “Husband, I’m right here, wife what kind of tantrum is this?”
Jun Wushuang’s pupils twitched, his scattered thoughts finally returned, and the deep purple color in the bottom of his eyes dispersed like an ebbing tide. His breath gradually stabilized, and he leaned back in Mo Feichen’s arms, while Mo Feichen softly chanted the scriptures of Wu Liang Master, in his ear.
At this moment, Lu Qingmo realized that Wen Qianliu had taken advantage of the chaos and escaped, Qu Shaofeng also realized this and chased after him with all his strength, “Wen Qianliu—— where is my daughter!?”
Lu Qingmo glanced at Mo Feichen and hurried with Qu Shaofeng.
Qing Yi Hou and Jin Ziyu looked at each other, “What the hell is going on here?”
Zhao Qing Yi swept her messy hair and snorted coldly, “Can’t you tell? I guess Leader Manor Wen, who has always been admired by the martial arts community, is not the kind of gentleman you usually see.” She still remembers her fear when she was pushed towards Jun Wushuang by Wen Qianliu, if it wasn’t for Qu Shaofeng’s sword, maybe she would have died for no reason at all.
Wen Qianliu realized that Qu Shaofeng was following him, and when the party’s Zhai Feng sword brushed past him, he suddenly turned around and retaliated with the galloping Waterfall Sword. The fight just now had caused him to use up a lot of his internal energy, and if he tried to use the Thousand Cloud Sword again, it would not be as powerful as the Flying Waterfall Sword.
Lu Qingmo and Qu Shaofeng both attacked at the same time, and as Feipu Sword’s sword energy fell, Wen Qianliu secretly brewed up his internal energy, intending to attack and separate them away.
Suddenly, Wen Qianliu stopped.
In front of him was a dense forest
The moonlight poured down, creating undulating shadows on the ground.
A slender figure stood upright, like a statue.
“Who is it?” Wen Qianliu sensed the unusual aura of the other party, and danger struck his heart.
Lu Qingmo and Qu Shaofeng also followed suit and stopped, frowning as they sized up the silhouette against the light.
“Wen Qianliu—— I want you to return the Thousand Cloud Sword’s Sword Seed.” That voice was originally as clear as spring water, but it was permeated with a bone-chilling coldness.
“He … He Yunfeng …” Wen Qianliu tilted his chin up, somewhat unable to believe that it was really He Yunfeng standing in front of him.
The movement of the other party’s outstretched finger was seen as extremely slow, elegant and cold in his eyes, and the sword’s energy pierced through Wen Qianliu’s shoulder bone, so that he didn’t even have the strength to raise his hand to cover the wound before he collapsed.
“I didn’t expect you to be a member of the Blood Worshiping Cult.” He Yunfeng walked slowly to Wen Qianliu’s side, his gaze still had no waves in it, his palm clasped on his injured shoulder, “Lianyun’s Sword Seed, I will not hand it over to someone like you.”
After saying that, Wen Qianliu only felt that his qi sea trembled violently, and the muddy internal force penetrated into the qi sea along his meridians, hooking the Thousand Cloud Sword’s sword type, all the way upwards, and slowly lifting it away from the qi sea.
