Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor

Chapter 450: Whirlwind and Rainstorm Eighteen Swords

Qin Yaorao’s right hand, without anyone’s notice, had already tightly clasped Fang Bai’s left hand, both palms now drenched with sweat.Although she did not understand martial arts, when Wen Shiba’s sword thrust forward, she too could feel the endless intent to kill embedded within it. Her heart skipped a beat, her eyes tightly shut, not daring to look.

"Nephew Wen, please show mercy!"

Qin Ling’s voice was somber and urgent as he reminded Wen Shiba, hoping he would not be too ruthless and harm Ghost Hand. Otherwise, the enmity forged between them would be one of life and death.

Wen Shiba ignored Qin Ling’s words, his sword thrust carrying an even greater momentum. True Yuan roared, sword qi crisscrossed, sealing all of Ghost Hand’s escape routes.

Wen Shiba was full of confidence in his sword strike, believing it to be the most brilliant and pinnacle thrust of his life.

He seemed to have already seen the scene of Ghost Hand’s fists being cut off, his screams of terror. A cold, cruel smile even began to tug at the corner of his mouth.

When the soft sword in Wen Shiba’s hand was still a foot away from his chest, Ghost Hand moved.

Ghost Hand dodged Wen Shiba’s seemingly guaranteed strike with inconceivable speed, then swung his fist directly at the soft sword’s blade.

Wen Shiba’s soft sword, forged from special materials, was incomparably flexible and sharp. With the fierce sword qi wrapped around the blade, ordinary martial artists did not dare to touch it with their flesh, as injury was certain.

Yet Ghost Hand, audaciously, struck at the soft sword with his fist. In Wen Shiba’s view, that hand was doomed to a bloody, blurry end.

Clang—

Ghost Hand’s fist striking the blade of Wen Shiba’s soft sword produced a resonant sound akin to the clash of metals.hat had just unfolded replayed over and over in his head, filling him with panic.

When Ghost Hand’s punch had smashed out, he seemed to have heard faint Buddhist chanting near his ear, and before his eyes appeared the image of a towering Buddha clad in Buddhist robes, whose height spanned several meters. That imposing Buddha glared down with fierce eyes, sinewy arm holding a Zen Staff, and struck out angrily towards him.

That Zen Staff seemed to carry the weight of ten thousand jin, falling like a small mountain, striking him with awe and rendering him too terrified to resist.

By the time he came back to his senses, his flexible sword had already flown from his grasp, and the base of his palm had splintered, his entire body felt as uncomfortable as if it had fallen apart. (PS: Vote for recommendation!)