Mythical Cultivation

Chapter 285 Understanding the Artistic Concept

At this moment, when he found that Wu Ming had already understood the artistic conception, the man in black could no longer remain calm and became obviously panicked.

On the other hand, during the fierce battle with the man in black, Wu Ming felt that his understanding of the Qiu Shui sword technique in his hand became more and more profound, as if he was gradually stepping into an unprecedented wonderful realm - the kind of artistic conception that was difficult to describe.

He seemed to have stepped into an illusory dream world, and his body gradually transformed into a pool of clear, transparent, sparkling autumn water.

This pool of autumn water is full of tenderness, as gentle and charming as a woman from the south of the Yangtze River; however, there is a faint chill in it, giving people a bone-chilling feeling.

The two copper rings, once swirling rapidly, were now affected by the gentleness and chill. Their speed began to slow, as if they were trapped in a viscous swamp, and every rotation was filled with resistance. At the same time, traces of cold air quietly seeped into the copper rings along their surfaces, like tiny ice snakes, winding around their interiors.

The copper ring is the weapon that the man in black is proud of. He can naturally keenly perceive any subtle changes in the weapon.

Almost instantly, he realized that there was something wrong with the rhythm of his attack—not only had the speed slowed down significantly, but the sensation transmitted back from the weapon carried an uncomfortable chill.

The feeling was slight at first, but gradually grew stronger as time went on, and even his palm, which was tightly gripping the copper ring, began to feel an indescribable discomfort.

Even worse, the cold air that had penetrated the copper ring actually spread along his weapon, eventually invading his consciousness. In an instant, he felt as if his consciousness was being fiercely pierced by countless sharp ice needles, sending a piercing pain through him.

Don't underestimate this seemingly insignificant discomfort! You know, in the fierce and brutal battle, even the smallest problem can become the key factor in determining victory or death.

What's more, Wu Ming in front of him is not inferior to him in strength, and is even slightly better!

At this moment, Wu Ming also keenly noticed the subtle changes in his opponent's attack - both the strength and speed were obviously weakened.

Although he couldn't know exactly what caused the other party to be in this state at the moment, for him, who had been on the battlefield for a long time, how could he miss this fleeting and precious opportunity?

Without any hesitation, Wu Ming made a prompt decision, tightly gripped the long sword in his hand, and his figure flashed as fast as a ghost. In an instant, he launched a powerful and fierce counterattack.

In an instant, the sword in his hand swirled like a flowing stream of autumn water, slicing graceful yet deadly arcs through the air. He unleashed the Autumn Water Sword Technique to its fullest potential, flowing as naturally as clouds and water, each stroke imbued with endless murderous intent and profound meaning.

At the same time, the unique artistic conception of Qiu Shui spread rapidly like ripples on the water, overwhelming the man in black.

Faced with Wu Ming's ferocious attack, the man in black was horrified. He had no time to continue his attack and could only desperately dance with the two copper rings in his hands, attempting to create an impenetrable defense. However, despite his impenetrable dance, the copper rings were ultimately unable to withstand the endless onslaught.

After just a few breaths, several sword energies as cunning and strange as snakes successfully penetrated the black-clothed man's tight defense and went straight into his body.

Accompanied by a low, muffled groan, the man in black felt a piercing pain in his left leg and right arm. Looking down, he saw two wounds deep to the bone, and scarlet blood gushed out like a fountain, staining his black clothes red in the blink of an eye. It was a shocking sight!

However, the man in black was truly a man of steel! Despite suffering such severe injuries, he didn't even utter a single miserable wail, only a low, muffled groan.

Then, taking advantage of this gap, he retreated at lightning speed, and in the blink of an eye, he was next to the other man in black. In this way, Wu Ming missed the perfect opportunity to take advantage of the situation and kill him in one fell swoop.

"Brother, this guy is simply too powerful. There's no way we can compete head-on with him! In my opinion, he must have already comprehended that profound and unfathomable state of mind."

The injured man in black spoke to his companion beside him with a serious expression.

After he finished speaking, he quickly reached into his arms and carefully pulled out a delicate jade bottle. He then gently unscrewed the cap and poured out a round, smooth pill that exuded a strange fragrance. He put it into his mouth without hesitation.

After the pill entered his throat, he didn't dare to delay even a moment, and quickly stretched out his fingers to tap on various key acupuncture points on his body. After a series of operations, he finally seemed to be relieved and breathed a long sigh of relief.

At the same time, the man in black who was respected as the big brother looked sharply into the distance, where two men in black were fighting fiercely with the Bai Mansion's priests.

He shouted, "Second brother, third brother, you two, try harder! Time is running out. If we continue to delay like this, I'm afraid it will cause more complications and unexpected troubles!"

"Is it my eyes that are blurring my vision? Wu Qi was actually able to defeat a master at the Exorcist Realm! How is this possible?"

A guard who had remained at the eldest son's side muttered in astonishment. In the moment his attention was distracted by shock, the two black-clad men fighting him keenly spotted this flaw and launched a fierce attack, leaving the guard with two more deep wounds. Blood flowed out, staining his clothes red, but he seemed completely unaware of the pain.

At the same time, another palace guard who arrived at the scene faster than Wu Ming couldn't help but exclaimed: "Look! That's the artistic conception of the Qiu Shui Sword Technique! Wu Qi has actually comprehended such a profound martial arts artistic conception! This is simply incredible!"

"Indeed, it is undoubtedly the artistic conception of the Qiu Shui Sword Technique! The deputy commander of the mansion has also successfully comprehended this artistic conception. Now it seems that the artistic conception displayed by Wu Qi is almost the same as that of the deputy commander. It can be said that God is helping our Bai Mansion!"

Even the eldest son, who had always focused on studying literature, aspired to be an official, and had no interest in cultivation, was now secretly pondering in his heart.