Xú Zhènwǔ was unfazed by the failed attack.
Even when Liú Nánfēng unleashed the Bù'èr Sword Technique, he remained unconcerned.
"There is only one Féng Zhīrùn in this world," he said with a smile.
The reason Féng Zhīrùn was formidable wasn't his swordplay, but himself.
Therefore, even with Liú Nánfēng employing the Bù'èr Sword Technique, Xú Zhènwǔ felt no fear.
Besides, if the opponent truly were Féng Zhīrùn, he would not have the opportunity to speak now.
Thus, he attacked again.
This time, his movements were the complete opposite of his previous ferocity. Light as a crane, his body like scattered down, he nonchalantly swung his arm and slashed at Liú Nánfēng.
The gentlest of motions produced the most powerful of strikes.
The ground between them, a hundred paces away, instantly split open with a massive crack, more potent than the hammer blow from Little Carp earlier.
Visible sword qi, like a horizontal blade, sliced towards Liú Nánfēng.
Liú Nánfēng neither dodged nor defended. He simply swung the sword in his hand and met it head-on.
Undoubtedly, Liú Nánfēng's cultivation and magical power couldn't match Xú Zhènwǔ. However, he borrowed Sū Jǐnxiù's strength. Furthermore, a colossal vortex behind him continuously devoured spiritual energy from heaven and earth. This energy wasn't absorbed by him but drawn into his body. After a single rotation, he utilized his technique to directly command it, effectively using the spiritual energy of heaven and earth against his foe.
These two factors combined made him no weaker than Xú Zhènwǔ.
Xú Zhènwǔ did not pause after unleashing a wave of sword qi. Instead, he continued his assault, one strike after another, layers of sword qi surging towards Liú Nánfēng like tidal waves.
The surroundings had been utterly devastated by their fierce battle, forming a vast crater. Fortunately, the mirror space was still maintained. Had this been the real world, it would have caused considerable damage and casualties. Of course, it might have attracted personnel from the Ninth Division, which could have possibly eased Liú Nánfēng's pressure.
However, danger also represented opportunity. Under the immense pressure from his enemy, countless sparks ignited in Liú Nánfēng's mind. Various techniques fused into one, readily available at his fingertips.
Facing the tide-like sword qi, Liú Nánfēng remained calm. Like Moses parting the seas, he effortlessly raised his sword and made a gentle sweep forward. The wave of sword qi was immediately cleaved in two, brushing past his body.
Even the most potent moves were futile if they couldn't land. This was Xú Zhènwǔ's predicament at that moment.
Seeing his techniques repeatedly fail, he did not despair. He lunged forward, like a giant mantis, focusing his attacks on Liú Nánfēng's lower body. His index finger became a spear, constantly thrusting forward. This was the mantis's innate style; though simple in movement, its power was immense.
Liú Nánfēng wielded his sword, leaving trails of afterimages in the air as he defended against the relentless attacks.
However, because Xú Zhènwǔ attacked with both hands while Liú Nánfēng held his sword with only one, he gradually began to falter. He dared not let his guard down for an instant, as any lapse in attention would surely result in his body being pierced by a finger.
This was not merely physical damage. Xú Zhènwǔ's fingertips were imbued with his martial will, so if he were to strike, not only would the body suffer, but the soul would also be wounded.
Meanwhile, everyone within the Guanshanhai displayed anxious expressions.
Previously, when Yáng Ruòyún and Hú Mèngyáo suddenly appeared within the scroll, Sū Jǐnxiù had felt a pang of displeasure, thinking that Liú Nánfēng truly needed supervision. In just a few days, he had already attracted two more girls.
But after they explained their situation, and she sensed Liú Nánfēng borrowing her power, she grew somewhat worried, fearing for his safety outside.
Only Little Carp, carefree as ever, was busy teasing Little Jǐnhuà. She believed her Big Brother was the most formidable and could easily deal with a bad guy.
But Liú Nánfēng was far from at ease.
He was now being controlled by Xú Zhènwǔ's rhythm. If this continued, he would be forced into a defensive struggle. Although he could directly draw upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for his use, this sustained state was unsustainable.
So, as Xú Zhènwǔ thrust his finger again, Liú Nánfēng did not use the sword's tip to block. Instead, he rotated the blade, drawing an arc in the air. A golden shield immediately materialized in the void.
This move, seemingly casual, was extremely perilous. A moment's delay would allow the opponent to continuously strike.
However, the appearance of the shield in the void offered Liú Nánfēng a slight respite.
Then, with a wave of his hand, the ground stretched infinitely like noodles, finally creating distance between him and Xú Zhènwǔ.
Xú Zhènwǔ was somewhat surprised, but his movements did not cease. As he swung his arms, like a thousand-armed Guanyin, he left countless afterimages in the air. Simultaneously, numerous white sharp beams shot towards Liú Nánfēng from a distance.
"Six Meridian Divine Sword?"
Liú Nánfēng, having recovered his breath, inwardly muttered a complaint, but his hands continued to move.
The reason for Xú Zhènwǔ's rapid assault was to interrupt Liú Nánfēng's spellcasting.
Liú Nánfēng's various methods were inexhaustible. Though perhaps not inflicting great damage, they were incessantly troublesome.
As Liú Nánfēng moved, the mirror space rotated and reversed. Xú Zhènwǔ was abruptly interrupted from his attack, which bought Liú Nánfēng more time.
Countless halos bloomed in the air, layering themselves one by one. Flames, lightning, high-energy lasers, gamma rays, electromagnetic pulses, and more. These were moves Liú Nánfēng could unleash at will by simply writing specific information.
Xú Zhènwǔ was greatly shocked, especially by attacks like gamma rays and electromagnetic pulses, which made his hair stand on end and his entire body tremble.
Did such spells exist in the cultivation world? Even the knowledgeable Xú Zhènwǔ was somewhat bewildered.
Seeing Liú Nánfēng hiding behind a layer of halo, his hands still constantly waving in the void, Xú Zhènwǔ knew he wouldn't gain much today.
So, after resisting one wave of attacks, he suddenly pointed a finger towards the void behind him. The mirror space instantly developed a crack.
Though only the size of a finger, it rapidly expanded outwards, on the verge of reaching a person's size.
At this moment, Liú Nánfēng finally completed his work. He reached out and made a grasping motion towards Xú Zhènwǔ in the void.
Xú Zhènwǔ felt his limbs suddenly weaken, his head spin, and his internal organs burn as if poisoned.
But Xú Zhènwǔ knew this was impossible. He had already cultivated to the state of perfect imperviousness, his body like tempered iron. No poison could possibly subdue him.
"What kind of move is this?"
Xú Zhènwǔ stood up purely on willpower, but it was his limit. He felt his physical body and consciousness completely separated, his body no longer obeying his will. Therefore, even this sentence wasn't uttered from his mouth but was a vibration of his will that agitated the surrounding air. For a cultivator, this was an extremely terrifying matter.
Liú Nánfēng didn't hide it from him, directly replying, "Magnetic field inversion."
Yes, it was magnetic field inversion.
As one of the four fundamental forces of the universe, magnetism is ubiquitous, and the human body also contains magnetic forces.
Disrupting the body's magnetic field would naturally lead to all sorts of ailments.
After speaking, Liú Nánfēng pointed a finger at him. Xú Zhènwǔ immediately felt his body start to heat up, the temperature rising rapidly. A flame ignited from within, about to burn him to ashes.
And at this very moment, outside the mirror space, an arm suddenly extended through the hole that Xú Zhènwǔ had just opened. It grabbed Xú Zhènwǔ and pulled him out before vanishing into the thick fog.
"Bái Xīnghé?"
Liú Nánfēng knitted his brows. This fellow was indeed not dead. He wondered how many clones he had; he was truly hard to kill.
As Liú Nánfēng pondered this, he withdrew the mirror space. The Yuàn residential area remained peaceful, the recent battle having had no impact whatsoever on the entire complex.