"Sword Cultivators are indeed all a bunch of madn."
The Core Formation Demon Cultivator cursed inwardly.
The Sword Cultivators of the Heavenly Sword Sect were famously fond of dueling with swords, and it was quite possible they were actually looking forward to a great war breaking out in the Cultivation World.
"As long as I take you down, who would know it was the Demon Sect that struck?"
The Core Formation Demon Cultivator’s hands revealed a pitch-black Demon Banner Magic Treasure, which he shook vigorously.
Wuu wuu!
Waves of black demonic winds, like Flood Dragons, rushed towards that single streak of rainbow-like white light!
Poof!
But the sword light, agile as a dragon, managed to consecutively slice through the black demonic Flood Dragons.
With a single thrust of his sword, Fang Xing had already reached the front of the Demon Cultivator.
"Slash!"
His voice cracked like spring thunder, and the Rotten Iron Sword turned into a streak of sword light with hints of blue among the white gold, slashing down upon the magic treasure shield.
Crack!
A crack unexpectedly appeared on the surface of the magic treasure shield.
"Impossible, this is a genuine magic treasure, how could it be split by a re sword-shaped magic treasure still in its infancy... No, what material is your Flying Sword made of?"
The Demon Cultivator imdiately sensed sothing was amiss and his figure retreated like a gust of wind.
"Slash!"
Fang Xing’s voice thundered out again, as the Rotten Iron Sword burst forth with light, actually bisecting the magic treasure shield!
The stunning sword light caught up with the silhouette of the Demon Cultivator in black!
"Since you’re not afraid, why do you hide? Unless your Demon Body is not yet fully matured and cannot withstand several slashing and splitting strikes..."
Fang Xing chuckled, and the Rotten Iron Sword directly slashed into the robes of the Demon Cultivator in black.
Pfft!
The sword light struck as if piercing into rotten leather.
The figure of the Demon Cultivator in black exploded instantly, turning into countless violent winds and seeming like many pitch-black chains, not only binding the Rotten Iron Sword but also attempting to bind Fang Xing’s Body.
"Hehe... You’ve fallen for it. Even at the cost of my Demon Body being damaged, I can now take your little life!"
With his magic treasure slashed apart, the Core Formation Demon Cultivator now regarded Fang Xing as a matter of life and death, no longer entertaining any thoughts of taking him prisoner.
The tips of those chains that seed like black locks suddenly sprouted hands, ready to grasp Fang Xing.
But in the next mont, these iron chains automatically crumbled apart, and from within ca the painful scream of the Demon Cultivator: "Ah, ah, ah... Is this... Sword Intent?"
"Correct, it is indeed Sword Intent."
Fang Xing smiled faintly, as a hazy glow flashed across the Rotten Iron Sword.
Wherever it passed, the countless black misty chains lted away like spring snow under the sun.
"Your Demon Body can temporarily turn into wind, but your mind is unable to block the slaying power of Sword Intent... This is the greatest weakness of your Demon Skill."
Fang Xing casually made a hand gesture, and the Flying Sword transford unpredictably, with myriad Sword Intents seemingly slashing directly into the Sea of Consciousness of the Demon Cultivator in black.
"Furthermore... your Demon Skill is far from being perfected; flesh and blood can disperse, but that True Core cannot be dissolved..."
The Rotten Iron Sword flew like a whirling star, dispersing vast amounts of demonic fog and evil wind. Afterward, a True Core was revealed.
This True Core turned into a streak of light, retreating backwards, but was hit squarely by the Flying Sword.
"Ah!"
With the True Core shattering, the Demon Cultivator scread pitifully, and a large amount of mist instantly dissipated, transforming into nurous fragnts and limbs, accompanied by a rain of blood spilling from midair.
After losing the control of its master, the remaining Demon Banner magic treasure let out a sad cry, its dark green glow flashed, and turned into a small flag the size of a palm, falling to the ground.
This Demon Cultivator was also unfortunate, never considering the possibility that Fang Xing might have mastered Sword Intent.
After all, he was too perceptive, recognizing that Fang Xing’s strength was due to external objects and he really was still a Foundation Establishnt Sword Cultivator!
For a Foundation Establishnt Sword Cultivator, it was already quite impressive to cultivate Sword Gang.
It’s known that even within the Heavenly Sword Sect, there were Fake Core, and even Core Formation Sword Cultivators, who had not yet comprehended Sword Intent.
Who could have thought that Fang Xing, only at the Foundation Establishnt Stage, would have such an invincible thod as Core Formation, thus he fell...
Not to ntion, once Fang Xing comprehended the Sword Heart and Sword Intent, a single sword strike not only destroyed the True Core but also eradicated all of his Divine Sense and demonic thoughts, rendering all escape tactics utterly ineffective.
Otherwise, with his Demon Skill, even if a Core Formation Late Stage Cultivator hunted him, he would at least be able to escape with his life.
"Is this all... and you sought to ambush my Body?"
Fang Xing sneered, pressed down the sword light, and began to search the corpse, no, to tally the spoils of war.
This Core Formation Demon Cultivator did not have a storage bag, but upon sweeping his Divine Sense over, Fang Xing found a crystal-clear bone like jade amid the debris.
At that instant, with a casual hand gesture, a fla ford, burning away all the blood and filth.
When the fla had passed, the white jade-like bone beca even purer. It was about the size of a thumb and was grasped by Fang Xing, who probed it slightly with his Divine Sense. He knew that his current Divine Sense might find it challenging to break through this Storage Treasure, and it would be best to let his Body take care of it.
He then secured the Demon Banner small flag and located the headless corpse of Elder Tianyu.
"Sigh... Back in the day, it was you who sold the Vajra Fruit, and I did indeed wish to get along well with a fellow Daoist. Alas, alas..."
Fang Xing repeatedly sighed, opened the other’s sleeve, and saw it was densely sewn with a dozen or more storage bags.
"Storage bags are quite rare, and most have very little capacity... Yet Puppet Masters need to carry many Puppets with them."
"Elder Tianyu truly had an original idea, I’m willing to call you the ’Beggar Gang’s Eighteen Bag Elder’!"
The quality of these storage bags was relatively low and with the original owner dead, Fang Xing’s Divine Sense, after exerting so effort, managed to open them all.
"Hm?"
Inside the storage bags, there were mostly materials like spiritual wood, tal components for puppets, and fully made Puppets.
After examining a few, Fang Xing suddenly had a change of expression, picked up a pristinely white storage bag, and gently tipped it.
With a flash of light, two Puppets with ghostly beast faces erged.
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