Accompanied by the tiger’s roar, the Tiger Spirit leapt up, its black and white pattern now dazzlingly conspicuous. Jiang Feng also rolled over a dozen tis on the ground before coming to his senses. Seeing the astonishing montum, Cen Yueyue’s first reaction was to raise a finger.
Both hairpins, already thrown out and embedded in the snow, suddenly turned back!
This undoubtedly delayed the gathering of Spiritual Energy in the hands of their adversaries, seizing that mont, the two exchanged glances.
Thus, as if by so unspoken agreent, they turned their heads and leapt towards the edge of the cliff.
Boom!!!
The dreadful roar was perceivable even from dozens of miles away.
So nearby villages even turned their attention to the recent noise, raising fingers pointing into the distance and discussing because a cliff in the distance had collapsed right before their eyes, falling apart for dozens of ters.
So believed this to be divine punishnt, others devoutly knelt in prayer, pleading for the Mountain God’s calm and not to send down divine wrath to bury their villages under heavy snow. Even so elders were discussing what kind of offerings were necessary to appease the Mountain God’s wrath.
Snowflakes and Gu Worms intertwined, red mixed with white, but in the next second, two figures flew out from the thick smoke!
"How co you stir up more trouble than I do? You’re just in the Qi Refinent and already making a deadly enemy out of Nascent Soul stage cultivators. What, are you planning to fight blood battles with Mahayana realm cultivators when you reach Nascent Soul?"
Riding a flying sword heading straight north.
Cen Yueyue was standing on the front half, whereas Jiang Feng stood on the back half. Back to back, with both of their Spiritual Energies simultaneously urging the sword, its speed was extrely fast.
Upon closer inspection, both were quite disheveled; one had her hair loose with no trace of her floral headband, and had even removed her cloak for easier battling, though still looked rather respectable overall.
The other had blood on his lips, occasionally coughing forcefully; honestly, for Jiang Feng to take a punch from a Nascent Soul stage expert directly and not die was enough to prove his physique. Had he not refined the Scarlet Pill, he’d likely be severely wounded by now.
Even so, his body was still a turmoil, resisting the urge to vomit blood, he forcefully spat out a sentence.
"I had no idea they would shalessly take turns, this isn’t how you play the ga!"
"You... be careful!"
Before he could finish, he sensed movent behind him, and Jiang Feng instinctively raised his longsword to collide with the bright light!
The strong impact made their flying sword slightly unstable, but fortunately, Cen Yueyue, who controlled the sword, powerfully stabilized the center and continued Sword Flight. Only then did the two see the figure flying out from the smoke behind them.
"Damn."
It was an eagle.
To be precise, an Eagle Spirit.
Wu Mingsheng was standing on a huge folded paper, the Paper Eagle constantly flapping its huge wings forward, appearing even faster than their Sword Control, while the wings just now were ford by spiritually charged feathers.
"Do you two really think you can escape? Leave none behind!"
With another powerful flap of its wings.
"You focus on controlling the flying sword, I’ll block him!"
Without hesitation, Jiang Feng imdiately wielded his sword to block each Flying Feather, but this ti he chose to deflect, altering the trajectory of the feather, brushing past him.
However, this action was dramatically effective; as the two were flying in the air on the Sword Flight, they did not feel much shock, and the flying sword was much more stable than before when it had collided directly.
"You hold on to this, activate it with Spiritual Energy, my Divine Sense won’t reject you."
Similarly uttering these words quickly, he turned his head and stuffed his Magic Treasure into Jiang Feng’s hands.
Although Cen Yueyue was at a higher realm, she was clearly struggling to multitask. If she needed to control the flying sword while also being distracted by outside interference using the Magic Treasure to block attacks for both—not to ntion whether she could focus on controlling the flying sword—just the consumption of Spiritual Energy would be more than she could bear.
If it were Jiang Feng, who was at a lower realm, controlling the Sword Flight would be even less feasible. They weren’t on the sa level in terms of speed, and both might not manage to escape, hence this was a choice out of desperation.
Clang clang clang—
The Flying Feathers were strong and robust, even clashing with Jiang Feng’s longsword, they numbed his palms.
Even though he had ntally prepared for a battle with a Nascent Soul stage cultivator before the fight, he never expected that he couldn’t even withstand a single initial punch and nearly lost on the spot.
If not for having this little ancestor to protect him today, he probably would be long gone, his grave grass already two ters tall.
"Still resisting."
Flying high above, looking down.
Seeing the red Gu objects constantly floating in the air surrounding the two people, disrupting their vision, Wu Mingsheng didn’t dare to approach easily. Earlier, when he relied on the Tiger Spirit to slash the cliff, he inadvertently inhaled so Gu Poison.
Although the effect on him was minimal, he still felt sowhat hot and agitated. Despite tily dealing with it, these Gu objects turned out to be the biggest trouble, as no one knew what effect they could have.
Fine as rain, Flying Feathers circled in the air attacking from every corner; from here it was evident that the young man’s Swordsmanship was exceptional. After all, he was personally trained by that Sword Immortal. From every angle of attack, the youth parried, protecting the flying sword to glide steadily in the air.
"This lad does have so tricks, Dao Xu’s loss is justified."
A hint of admiration flashed in his eyes, he had to admit Jiang Feng’s strength was uncommon, having succeeded in Foundation Establishnt at such a young age, even able to counterattack after taking a few blows head-on from him; truly not an easy feat.
But today, he must die no matter what.
And that little girl must die too.
He was well-inford about the Southern Border Witch Clan and understood how troubleso those skilled in Gu Techniques could be. He had the fortune to visit the Southern Border in his early years and had clashed with experts there; it was for this reason he was determined to eliminate both of them.
Judging by their talents and their Magic Treasures, they probably belonged to one of the top three families. If they found out he was pursuing their offspring, he would likely never find peace; these people would retaliate at all costs, possibly even endangering his own sect.
"Lu Wu Marquis."
He muttered silently.
The Tiger Spirit then materialized from thin air, crawling on the man’s shoulder, showing a pair of ferocious fangs.
This Tiger Spirit was the soul of an Ancient Strange Beast, and also the Guardian Sect Beast of the Fan Yin Sect. Just like Demon Night True Monarch within Jiang Feng’s body, it was rely a residual soul; its actual body and soul had been destroyed in a bloody battle many years ago.
Yet, even just as a residual soul, its strength was frightening, able to overpower even Cen Yueyue’s silver crown. It was with this Beast Soul that the Fan Yin Sect was able to rise and establish itself.
The Sect Masters of generations had nurtured Lu Wu Marquis within themselves, while the Tiger Spirit shrunk suddenly, becoming as small as a feather.
As the eagle flapped its wings, feathers fell like rain once more covering the skies.
"Be careful!"
Seeing the increasing density, Cen Yueyue couldn’t help feeling anxious, throwing out two hairpins simultaneously, and Jiang Feng seeing this took out the one the young girl gave him as well.
Three shooting stars danced and circled in the air, undoubtedly reducing a lot of pressure, but just as the youth was about to confront one inconspicuous Flying Feather with his Longsword, certain images flashed through his pupils.
It was a scene of being decapitated.
Clang!
The flying sword beneath his feet sank, almost falling.
"What’s happening..." Before he could finish asking, the girl turning her head saw a horrifying scene.
The young man held a sword in his right hand and a dagger in his left, a foot-long tiger paw striking on the sword, barely blocked by the youth, but the enormous tiger head had already bitten down.
With the left hand holding the dagger, he placed it vertically in the tiger’s mouth, but the dagger did not penetrate the skin; instead, the sharp fangs had sunk into the young man’s arm, seeming to go in at least an inch deep.
Crack, crack, crack!
Continuous unpleasant grinding noises sounded, the youth just clenched his teeth without saying a word, but behind him, nurous red Gu Worms directly poured into the gaping maw.
"Wolf Descendant, Canine Tomb!"
A sinister voice erged behind him.
"Let go!"
With a cold shout, the Gu Worms ford a wolf and a dog almost bursting the Spirit Tiger’s mouth, but in the next second, Jiang Feng’s palm loosened.
The sound of tal shattering echoed, under the fearful gaze of the young man, it shattered into pieces, this weapon that had been with him for a whole four months had already shown cracks during his last encounter with Wu Fangsheng.
Now it had finally reached the end of its life.
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