"Swish~ Swish~"
The Soul Cultivator's flying guillotine rushed towards Jiang Li. The air howled. Before it could close in, a fierce gust of wind immediately whipped up inside the house. The paper pasted on the windows was crackling under the force, with an astonishing power.
Looking at that soul power, let alone his own spiritual soul, even if a Soul Lord were to be trapped by it, he would be in a life-and-death situation.
In this already cramped house, it wasn't easy to use magic tools freely, but this Soul Cultivator was using the flying guillotine with its chain in large, sweeping motions, without any sign of being restricted at all.
This kind of soul power clearly showed that his familiarity with the magic instrument and his mastery of space had reached a rather delicate level.
At this moment, Jiang Li condensed a long sword in his hand to block the oncoming flying guillotine.
Since the day when Jiang Zhenting interrupted his meridians and they were completely repaired, Jiang Li's realm of the spiritual soul had improved further. Although he still hadn't reached the level of being able to control objects with his soul power, he was much more agile and could already slightly condense weapons for attacks.
He barely managed to block this blow, and his spiritual soul was shaking violently. He just didn't know what realm the other party was in.
The Soul Cultivator in front of him was unfathomable. Since he had the guts to assassinate Lady Wang, his strength must not be underestimated. The longer he was delayed here, the more dangerous it would be. There might be others outside. If they set up the Soul-Locking Array that Wang Dahai used last time, his life would be completely in their hands!
But the key problem was that he couldn't break free. Apparently, the Soul Cultivator in front of him wouldn't let him go and was determined to capture him.
"Kid, go to hell!"
In that instant, the Soul Cultivator let out a cold and shrill shout. His spiritual soul moved, and he flashed in front of Jiang Li. At the same time, he suddenly swung out a palm and slapped it onto Jiang Li's soul sword. Then, unexpectedly, he changed it into a grab and squeezed hard, actually seizing it.
Jiang Li's expression changed, and he suddenly pulled back. Then, he thrust out a "Soul-Breaking Knee" from below.
Whoosh!
It seemed as if the Soul Cultivator had eyes on his legs. He accurately blocked Jiang Li's knee and let out a cold laugh. With a forceful squeeze of his palm, the long sword condensed with soul power was directly crushed.
Jiang Li felt a chill in his heart. He hadn't expected that the Soul Cultivator's methods would be so ruthless and changeable, and that he could crush the soul sword he had condensed so easily.
At this moment, he felt a sharp pain in his spiritual soul. After all, the weapon was condensed with his own spiritual soul, and it was his own spiritual soul that was dispersed.
Only Jiang Li would fight in this way. Normal Soul Cultivators would condense weapons with spiritual power from their soul power instead of using all of their own soul power.
The pain spread from his spiritual soul to his whole body, causing his figure to sway slightly. He quickly backed away.
"Humph! Want to run? It's not that easy!" The Soul Cultivator, taking advantage of his upper hand, didn't let Jiang Li off. Taking advantage of the moment when Jiang Li's figure swayed, he rushed forward again.
He quickly formed seals with his hands, recited incantations, and his soul power surged around him. In an instant, a chain made of soul power formed in front of him. Like a spiritual snake, it wound its way towards Jiang Li at a high speed. In the blink of an eye, it had already reached Jiang Li.
Seeing this, Jiang Li forced himself to steady his figure. If he was entangled by this chain of soul power, he would really be unable to escape even if he had wings.
At that moment, without caring about much else, he gritted his teeth hard and mobilized all the power of his spiritual soul to form a thin shield of soul power on the surface of his body.
With a crisp "clang" sound, the chain of soul power slammed hard into the shield of soul power, sending out a brilliant burst of soul power light.
The light burst like fireworks in the cramped room, making it almost impossible for people to open their eyes.
Jiang Li only felt a huge impact coming. The ground beneath his feet seemed unable to bear this force, and tiny cracks appeared one after another.
Seeing that his attack didn't hit the mark, the Soul Cultivator frowned slightly. He was a bit surprised by Jiang Li's strength.
However, he quickly regained his cold and fierce look. He changed the seals with his hands again and shouted,"Soul Prison Locking the Heavens!"
In an instant, the space inside the house seemed to be distorted by an invisible force. The air around became extremely thick, and Jiang Li felt as if he had fallen into a quagmire, finding it increasingly difficult to move.
At the same time, from the distorted space, countless spikes condensed from soul power kept stabbing towards him, densely packed like a deadly rainstorm.
Jiang Li was greatly shocked in his heart. If he was stabbed by these spikes, even if his spiritual soul wasn't severely damaged, it would still suffer great harm.
At that moment, he didn't dare to slack off in the slightest. Concentrating all the power of his spiritual soul, he condensed an even thicker shield of soul power in front of him again. Meanwhile, his figure shuttled rapidly in this narrow space like lightning, dodging those spikes of soul power that were stabbing like raindrops.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
The sounds of the spikes of soul power cutting through the air rose and fell in the house. Jiang Li's figure flashed back and forth among the gaps between the spikes. Every dodge was extremely dangerous, and the slightest carelessness could lead to being hit by the spikes.
But during the back-and-forth dodging, Jiang Li had already approached the Soul Cultivator's body. At this moment, Jiang Li seized the opportunity.
"Whoosh!"
He threw out a dart, a simple and unadorned sneak attack, stabbing towards the Soul Cultivator's face.
As fellow Soul Cultivators, with such sharp soul power, they could basically sense each other. At this moment, the Soul Cultivator seemed to have his spiritual soul return to his body. He twisted violently, like a snake, and dodged Jiang Li's dart.
But just this move made the Soul Cultivator lose his focus for a moment and caused him to lose the initiative.
Swish!
In the blink of an eye, Jiang Li condensed another sword and slashed it out horizontally. A cold light flashed as it directly cut towards his neck.
This sword condensed most of the soul power that Jiang Li could mobilize at this moment. The soul power flickered on the blade of the sword, like a silver snake flicking its tongue, exuding a biting murderous intent.
A look of panic flashed in the Soul Cultivator's eyes. He had never expected that Jiang Li could seize this fleeting opportunity so quickly and launch a counterattack.
At this time, it was already too late to completely avoid this sword. He had to hastily raise his arm, trying to block this fatal blow with his arm.
With a loud "clang" sound, Jiang Li's soul sword slashed heavily onto the Soul Cultivator's arm.
The collision between soul power and soul power instantly burst out a dazzling light. Within the light, there were wisps of fluctuations of soul power, spreading out in all directions like ripples.
Jiang Li only felt that the soul sword in his hand was like hacking at a piece of extremely hard black iron. A counter-shock force came along the blade of the sword, making his arm feel numb and sore, and his spiritual soul was impacted once again, causing a buzzing sound in his mind.
And the Soul Cultivator wasn't much better off either. Although he blocked this sword, a sharp pain came from his arm.
That was the pain caused by the forcible impact of the soul power, as if countless steel needles were shuttling through the spiritual soul's meridians in his arm, making his face turn pale with pain.
"Kid, you must die!" The Soul Cultivator roared furiously, and the coldness and ruthlessness in his eyes became even more intense.
He stamped his foot hard, and cracks immediately appeared on the ground beneath his feet. There was a faint surge of soul power within the cracks.
Jiang Li's heart tightened. He didn't dare to slack off in the slightest. Biting back the numbness and soreness in his arm and the shock to his spiritual soul, he quickly adjusted his posture and put some distance between himself and the Soul Cultivator, watching every move of the other party.
From time to time, he threw out a few darts, but this time they just hit the light curtain on the Soul Cultivator's body. Obviously, the Soul Cultivator had already taken precautions.