Chapter 687: Sword Abyss Spirit_4

But, the proud and arrogant Han Court would hardly truly flee just like that.

He escaped more than a hundred meters away, hiding within the white fog, his gaze viciously fixed on the front.

The white fog in Sword Abyss is dense, suppressing all senses and probing.

Yet, he possesses the Sword Spirit nurtured by Sword Abyss, through which he can barely sense a range of a hundred meters.

Seemingly reluctant to retreat, he is actually seeking a chance to strike again.

A hundred meters away, Chu Ming gazes ahead, his brows slightly furrowed.

It seems Han Court, having obtained the Sword Spirit, can control the white fog in Sword Abyss, instantly escaping the battlefield.

The Sword Gourd Spirit and Book and Painting Realm spread out simultaneously, but failed to detect this person’s whereabouts.

However, he sensed there were eyes secretly watching.

Clearly, Han Court did not truly escape but was hiding in the shadows, ready to act.

Hypocritical… cautious… scheming…

Han Court is likely the most cunning and treacherous opponent Chu Ming has encountered on his journey.

Facing such a treacherous person hiding in the shadows, Chu Ming naturally dares not be careless.

Black Flame Dragon encircles his body, the Seven-Star Divine Sword poised to strike, he pretends to look forward and slashes out a sword.

The white fog disperses, the view becomes clear, yet there is nothing in sight.

Elsewhere.

Han Court’s eyes suddenly Condensing Light, the white fog in front surges, the Seven-Star Divine Sword in his hand bursts with Golden Light.

In the white fog above, a giant gold sword takes shape.

Ong——

The opportunity flashes by, Han Court slashes out a sword.

Boom——

A sword opens an abyss, striking its target.

At least, Han Court thinks so.

But, when he senses through the Sword Spirit, where is the figure where the sword strikes?

“Where is he?”

Feeling a chill down his spine, Han Court suddenly feels something is wrong, without looking back, his figure becomes illusionary.

Almost at the instant he escapes, the Black Flame Dragon descends from the sky.

Only to miss the target again.

“Escaped again?” Chu Ming slowly lands, his expression stern.

He first deliberately slashes the white fog, creating a flaw, enticing Han Court to strike, determining his position, then instantly enters the Book and Painting Realm, concealing his figure, urging Mutated Black Flame to devour.

Yet, Han Court still escaped…

The difficulty of dealing with him exceeds expectations, ordinary methods are likely hard to handle.

In that case, the approach must be changed.

First changing position, he repeats the strategy, slashing towards the white fog.

This time, Han Court doesn’t fall for it, doesn’t take the chance to attack.

Chu Ming remains unfazed, stepping forward ten steps, slashing a sword again.

Repeating the pattern, every ten steps, he slashes a sword.

It gives the impression that he is using a carpet-style attack to find Han Court.

In the shadows.

Han Court’s eyes flicker, a sinister smile at the corner of his mouth.

“Slash away, slash away, when the Sword Spirit condenses all Sword Qi in Sword Abyss, it will be your doom!”

After previous encounters, Han Court understands that in direct confrontation, he is no match for the black-clothed youth; the only way to eliminate him is to summon all Sword Qi in Sword Abyss to obliterate him.

Thus, he is patient now.

As long as the opponent doesn’t escape, victory is certain for him…

“Hm? Where is he?”

Just as he thinks so, the Sword Spirit loses the sense of the black-clothed youth.

Worried, Han Court shifts urgently, after changing several positions, the Sword Spirit reacquires the lock on the black-clothed youth.

“If only time was enough, and the control over Sword Spirit was higher, all of this hassle wouldn’t be necessary!”

Once fully controlling the Sword Spirit, he wouldn’t need preparation time; he could directly summon all Sword Qi within Sword Abyss.

Nor would it be like just now, losing the target when exceeding a hundred meters from Sword Spirit.

“Once I kill this monster, I will retreat into Sword Abyss until I fully grasp the Sword Spirit, then I, Han Court, will have the confidence to reach the Eighth Realm.”

“Ten counts… nine counts… eight counts…”

The Sword Qi throughout Sword Abyss hums, the white fog boils like hot water.

Han Court observes through the Sword Spirit.

The black-clothed youth slashes a sword, lifts his gaze, fear showing on his face, movements somewhat panicked.

“Scared?”

“Too late.” Han Court’s eyes emit fierce light.

Above Sword Abyss, countless Sword Qi presses down like black clouds over a city.

“Three counts… two counts… um?”

At two counts, the black-clothed youth suddenly accelerates escaping, instantly darting beyond the hundred-meter range of Sword Spirit’s detection.

“Where are you fleeing!”

As the last count ends, the strongest move is ready; as soon as the target is locked, Han Court can summon a myriad Sword Array to annihilate the opponent.

He speeds out in pursuit.

Leftwards a hundred meters, no one; rightwards a hundred meters, no one; forwards two hundred meters, no one; backwards three hundred meters, still no one.

Where is he?!

Suddenly.

Hmm?

Above! The exit!

Han Court swiftly pursues upward towards Sword Abyss.

Yet, reaching the top of Sword Abyss, he still fails to recapture the black-clothed youth’s trace.

Staring outside Sword Abyss, anger burns within Han Court.

“Just a little more! Just a little more!”