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第四千二百零四章 田襄决战阿修罗

On the other side, a black light condensed, and an ethereal female cultivator appeared. At first glance, she was no more than twenty years old, but her eyes held a sense of沧桑 (sorrow and experience).

Her appearance was incredibly beautiful; the term "倾国倾城" (stunningly beautiful) was redundant. However, she bore a striking resemblance to Yue'er, and the sorrow in her eyes did not detract from her beauty but added a unique aura.

It seemed as if all the legends of ancient times had unfolded before her very eyes.

Her aura was terrifying; it could rival Tianxiang's, though perhaps slightly weaker. But they were close enough that it was impressive.

Not only could she compare to Immortal Demons and Heavenly Maidens, but even Dailong True Man would be far behind.

Lin Xuan couldn't estimate her realm; she wasn’t a Daoist Ancestor, but she was clearly on par with ordinary True Immortals.

Arhura!

Her identity was clear.

As Lin Xuan looked at the woman before him, his heart was filled with mixed emotions. They said she was the first beauty in the Three Realms, and indeed her fame was well-deserved.

Red lips like jade, skin as smooth as water.

Unlike Yue'er's gentleness, this Arhura exuded a strong personality. Despite her stunning beauty, there was an indomitable vitality about her, reminiscent of a peacock.

No wonder she had stirred the Three Realms; the flames seemed to dance in her eyes ceaselessly.

Suddenly, she raised her jade hand, fingers loosely curled. A celestial sword appeared from between her fingertips, thin as a cicada's wing and seemingly translucent.

The sword looked fragile but contained an awe-inspiring法则 (law) power.

With a shake of her hand, the sword was swung downward.

Her movements were incredibly nimble, silent, yet a magnificent rain of swords descended, obscuring the sky. The spectacle was grand.

Indeed, it was a rain of swords.

Originally, they should have been shimmering sword lights, but now they had transformed into countless sparkling raindrops.

Not only in great numbers, each drop contained profound and intricate sword intent.

Lin Xuan's treasure, the Nine Palaces Momentary, was very familiar with celestial swords. Yet he sighed in admiration, deeply impressed.

Transforming a sword into rain—this was a legendary secret technique, numerous and hard to evade. Each drop’s power was astonishing; legend said that one could level mountains and fill seas.

Lin Xuan had always thought it was just a misinterpretation, but today, he witnessed it firsthand.

Arhura's power far exceeded his expectations.

He was filled with admiration, also hoping she would help defeat Tianxiang.

Before this thought could fully form, the outcome of her move was clear.

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Tianxiang's face showed shock as his cries echoed. He was pockmarked by the sword rain.

Lin Xuan first felt elated but then doubted, this seemed too easy.

Arhura was indeed strong, but to kill Tianxiang so quickly was too much.

A trick!

This truth was clear to Lin Xuan; Arhura, with her extraordinary talent, knew it as well.

Without hesitation, she moved elsewhere.

"Pfft..."

Almost simultaneously, a beam of light pierced the spot where she had stood.

Only Tianxiang's shadow was hit by the sword rain. The real body began a powerful counterattack.

Unfortunately, Arhura was battle-hardened and skillfully dodged the danger.

Popping sounds filled the air as they clashed again, their exchanges dizzying. Despite the starry storm having passed, why couldn’t other great cultivators intervene?

This fight clearly outshone others in power, speed, and law mastery, leaving only Arhura to face Tianxiang directly; everyone else was mere spectators.

"Impossible, did he not use his full strength just now? Or is there something he’s holding back?"

The cultivators were shocked. Even Yutong Immortal and Bingpo were dumbfounded.

They sensed that Tianxiang might be up to some trickery.

A bad feeling lingered.

No, they couldn’t continue as spectators; they must find a way to help Arhura. She could not defeat Tianxiang alone.

While other great cultivators of the Three Realms had their thoughts, Rain桐 Immortal and others were unwilling to sit idly by.

Their strength was superior, and they noticed something amiss.

Though Arhura stood toe-to-toe with Tianxiang, she clearly had the upper hand in hard clashes.

Another thunderous sound echoed. Arhura suddenly plummeted from the sky.

Tianxiang laughed bitterly: "Foolish fellow, do you really think you can stand on equal footing with this Daoist Ancestor? Since you're so reckless, I'll send you to the Underworld."

"You are not the Lord of the Netherworld. Let's see how tragic your fate will be!"

Before he could finish speaking, Tianxiang flicked his wrist and unfolded a palm-sized scroll.

Instantly, spiritual light surged, and colorful talisman characters flew out.

The number was staggering; after converging in the middle, several indistinct figures appeared.

Initially blurry but gradually becoming clearer with law fluctuations.

Lin Xuan, Li Yutong, Dailong...

Indeed, not only did they look similar in appearance and physique, their auras were identical.

Almost to the point of being indistinguishable from the real thing.

Moreover, there weren’t just three; Bingpo, Xiaodie, Nine-tailed Heavenly Fox...

In total, all great cultivators who initially clashed with Tianxiang were present.

What did he intend?

Lin Xuan and others were shocked.

These illusions were so convincing that even they found it hard to tell the difference. How could there be such a spell in this world!

Unbelievable but happening right before their eyes.

Tianxiang's laughter was arrogant: "These fools have all offended this Daoist Ancestor, and they are closely related to you, Arhura. Aren’t you cunning and beautiful? I want you to ensnare yourself and die from these techniques."

Before he could finish, Tianxiang cast a spell, and the figures revealed their own treasures.

"Nine Palaces Momentary!"

Lin Xuan's voice sounded like a dream; they had truly created this treasure. He had invested countless efforts in it, but his illusions were so convincing—was there something wrong? How did he achieve such precision?

(To be continued)

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