His eyes were bloodshot.
The whites of his eyes, once swallowed by darkness, had returned to normal. The bone layer on his body, though still present, had beco extrely fragile.
The Bone Dragon crafted from his Lifebound Magical Treasure had now vanished, returning to his body. The Mountain River Fan in his hand was nothing more than a slightly better ordinary weapon.
Yet, facing the man who charged at him with a loud roar, the young man rely twisted the iron wire in his hand, gripping it with his right hand in a reverse grip, not even bothering to take up a sword stance, and simply twisted as they crossed paths.
Bam!
Bone armor flew off, and palm-sized fragnts of the bone layer shot off from his body.
There was no stab, but rather a swing, unbiased and direct, shattering the bone layer covering Xuan Yinzi’s leg.
Attempted to mobilize Spiritual Energy, but Jiang Feng’s previous moves were indeed ruthless enough. Lin Jiangxian had said that for soone at the Core Formation Stage, hitting four or five acupoints and finally piercing the Qi Pass would render them immobile.
Yet Jiang Feng forcefully hit eight acupoints before piercing the Qi Pass.
Let alone soone at the Core Formation Stage, even soone at the Nascent Soul Stage would roll their eyes and have no choice but to wait patiently for their acupoints to recover after such an attack.
The sharp pain from the acupoints not only blocked the absorption of Spiritual Energy into the body but clotted the ridians so much it felt as though they would burst. Even if so energy was gathered, it would all leak through the Qi Pass above the left chest.
"You little bastard, do you think you’ve won? Even without Spiritual Energy, I can chop you down, you worthless piece of trash!"
The reason he wanted to kill Jiang Feng was no longer purely ancestral vendettas, nor to gain family recognition and regain status.
It was for survival.
Just thinking about the consequences of his grandfather learning about this made his legs tremble uncontrollably. Currently, his physical condition was slightly better than Jiang Feng’s.
He directly pulled a longsword from the Qiankun Bag!
"Oh?"
His eyes flashed with an intrigued expression.
The sword’s body was entirely gray-white; just a glance was enough to know it was of excellent quality, but Jiang Feng’s expression remained unchanged; he was unusually relaxed.
Earlier, he forcibly stopped the Demon Heart Technique just to conserve so stamina, to ensure his body wasn’t pushed to the limit, leaving space to wield a weapon.
"Die for !"
He staggered forward with unsteady steps.
Reversing his grip, he pushed aside, the iron wire spinning once in his palm, gripping it with the right hand, and uttered a few soft commands.
"Strike!"
"Dodge!"
"Break!"
The disparity in their abilities couldn’t be more obvious.
This is the characteristic of most disciples from powerful families; most of them have scarcely suffered any hardship, having a smooth ride from a young age, lacking much self-discipline.
Their abilities largely relied on ancestral Cultivation Techniques, superior Magic Treasures, or Divine Weapons, or formidable Spells, which is the real portrayal of most of these family disciples.
People like Yan Fengchun, who hailed from a prestigious family yet loved martial arts from an early age, are very rare. In fact, even within Purple Cloud Palace, those with notable martial prowess were not many.
Especially those from good backgrounds, it’s quite an achievent if they refrain from indulging in vices, let alone endure daily martial arts cultivation, with Xuan Yinzi being a pri example.
The chaotic steps, incorrect sword stance, couldn’t even exert seventy percent strength, with a re deflection, he was directly knocked back seven or eight ters.
"What a tough nut."
This wasn’t a complint but taken literally.
Although Jiang Feng shattered Xuan Yinzi’s cultivation technique, rendering him unable to utilize Spiritual Energy, the bone layer that had ford previously had not dissipated, still covering most of his body.
And its hardness was extraordinarily high, even numbing Jiang Feng’s palm. However, without the Spiritual Energy reinforcent, it was no different from regular bones, requiring just a bit more ti to break every bone he possessed.
"Again."
Bam—
Another hit.
In front of Jiang Feng at this mont, Xuan Yinzi was like a beast that had lost its fangs and claws, only able to grimace and bare its teeth, having lost all threat.
Even if Jiang Feng was exhausted now, destitute, the DNA engraved in him by his senior sister wouldn’t change, using "strike" with almost every move to expand the attack range, rather than stabbing.
After all, he had no Spiritual Energy left inside him now, unable to pierce a sword through entirely with Sword Qi like before.
"Break!"
Leaping forward, dodging as the opponent lunged, jumping into the air. With a turn of his head, Jiang Feng swung the iron wire in mid-air, sending Xuan Yinzi rolling miserably on the ground.
The bone layer around his shoulder shattered on the spot.
Jiang Feng slid forward after landing, leaning his body forward, raising one leg, and posed in a bridge-like posture, using the iron wire to flick up the flying swords embedded in the ground.
Earlier, eight flying swords had been scattered across the ground by the explosion, and at the mont when the opponent’s shoulder bone armor was shattered, he swung them directly.
Sizzle——
Finally, there was blood.
Even trying to block with a weapon, in terms of Swordsmanship, how could he be a match for Jiang Feng? Playing swords with soone from Swordmaster Peak was an extrely foolish choice to begin with.
Clutching his shoulder, he took a few steps back, but before he could stabilize himself, the opponent had already rushed over with the iron wire. At this point, the crude weapon in Jiang Feng’s hand could exert its greatest effect, being heavy and thick.
He could completely use it as a club.
Thump!
Clang!
The echoes of bone armor and tal resounded in the valley all night long.
Despite giving his all, even with Xuan Yinzi’s physical condition being better and his inner strength more abundant, in Jiang Feng’s hands, they were still like toys.
The battle was a one-sided crush, like a human sandbag, reminiscent of when Mr. Jiang had just started sword cultivation with Fairy Liu a few years ago.
Constantly targeting acupoints, each move was a killing blow, and the remaining bone armor on Xuan Yinzi was also shattered, torn into pieces. His mind, clouded with fear and anger, finally began to clear.
Fear flashed in his crimson eyes. After catching one move, just as he planned to flee and save his life, a whoosh sounded behind him.
"Gotcha!"
The iron wire on his chest was blocked, but a sharp pain shot through his knee.
It was a broken sword with only half its blade left from the explosion.
"You little beast, I swear I’ll kill you!"
He cursed in rage, but before he could finish, Jiang Feng picked up another broken flying sword from the ground. Three broken swords were flung into the air by him, and each one, as it fell to the ground, was used to strike directly at the opponent’s face.
After three chops, he suddenly turned and raised his leg, and a flying sword streaked at a tricky angle, leaving a wound on his waist.
Another sword fell and was again swung with montum, carving out a forty-five-degree arc in the air, resembling a magical trick.
"Ah!"
A scream echoed, and he rolled on the ground seven or eight tis.
At this point, the outco was actually determined. Jiang Feng rely kicked out the last broken sword effortlessly.
"I said one incense stick of ti, and that’s one incense stick of ti."
Coldly uttering these words, he exerted force with his foot and kicked. Those familiar with Jiang Feng knew this was the final blow.
The man lying on the ground crawled forward in a sorry state. Now his left leg and left hand had completely severed tendons by Jiang Feng, and after a few hopeless crawls, he suddenly dropped the high-quality treasure sword in his hand.
He picked up the Mountain and River Fan instead. This scene was sowhat bizarre, but once Jiang Feng’s sword had been thrust out, it wouldn’t stop. Yet...
"You little beast, look at what this is!"
The action ca to an abrupt stop.
In Xuan Yinzi’s hand was clutched a woman stripped of clothing, missing limbs, and her body mutilated.
On the verge of death, the exposed skin was covered in various wounds, with a gaping wound in her abdon that had not healed, clearly indicating her Dantian had been forcibly excavated.
"Co on, you little beast, if you dare, make your move today!"
"Aren’t you Purple Cloud Palace Disciples self-proclaid of justice? Co on, co on!"
"If you dare harm , this woman will die by your hands, hahaha, you Purple Cloud Palace bunch, get away, roll away, put down your weapon."
"Or I’ll crush her neck!"
A sinister expression twisted his face.
With a squeeze from his fingers, the already dying woman emitted a pitiful whimper, tears of pain streaming from her clouded eyes, trying to widen them to gaze at the man not far away.
She seed to be pleading for release.
At such a mont, disregarding any sense of ethics or style, preserving one’s life beca most important. But Jiang Feng instantly recognized that was a senior of Purple Cloud Palace, even sowhat familiar.
If rembered correctly, she was a senior from Yuzhu Peak. During previous tis when she was injured while gathering herbs for the sect, he had encountered her a few tis.
Jiang Feng fell silent.
The iron wire he had raised was also slowly lowered.
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