Yin Huang was imdiately alard by Ling Fan's words, his eyes widened in panic as he looked toward Wataru Senmori, "ssenger, please don't listen to his nonsense, he's trying to deceive you!"
Wataru Senmori took a deep breath, how could he not know that Ling Fan was trying to deceive him?
"Kid, are you playing ?" Wataru Senmori suppressed the raging anger in his heart.
"Heh, you son of a bitch, weren't you just playing ? Offering a way out, but I'd probably die even faster once I handed over the stuff to you!" Ling Fan sneered.
Upon hearing this, Wataru Senmori's breath surged violently, knowing that further idle prattle was aningless. Only strength could prove everything.
"Take my real 'Chasing Stars and Moon' move!" Wataru Senmori's energy sank into his dantian as he coldly uttered the words,
As soon as his voice fell, ninety-nine Blade Gangs transford into teors, shooting toward Ling Fan in a special formation and trajectory.
In the end, Wataru Senmori, riding the blade, beca the hundredth teor rushing towards Ling Fan.
From Yao Yue's point of view, the ninety-nine Blade Gangs in front of Wataru Senmori looked like a cone, like a venomous dragon drill.
And Wataru Senmori, now transford into the Blade Gang, was the force driving this fierce venomous dragon drill as he spurred the Blade Gang to kill.
Ling Fan could feel the strength and sharp killing intent of the attack, stronger than any opponent he had encountered before.
Yin Huang, a short distance away, watched with tremors running through his entire body. The strength of the Ghost Ninja was sothing he, as a Jonin, could not compare to.
He pondered inwardly, if he were in Ling Fan's place, there would absolutely be no chance of survival!
Yao Yue's face turned ashen, her palms sweaty, her heart thumping in her throat.
If it wasn't for Ling Fan's secret ssage for him to stay put, he would have charged forward long ago, sacrificing his life to take the strike for Ling Fan.
At that mont, Ling Fan gripped the Broken Sword, his figure suddenly surging forward.
"Take this sword from as well, the Eighteen Forms of Limitlessness, Seventh Style, Break-Mountain-Cloud-Fall!" Ling Fan also roared, his Broken Sword piercing the sky, a sword qi ten yards long cutting through the air like a ribbon.
One sword to break mountains, the clouds of Green Abyss fell, an unmatched montum!
At this mont, even the mbers of Dragon Gate at the foot of the mountain, who had not yet walked far, could see the two brilliant and dazzling attacks amidst the flas at the mountain's peak, the sound striking fear into hearts.
"Boom!"
A thunderous boom echoed so loudly that they could faintly hear the earth-shaking sound at the foot of the mountain. The mont of collision, a dazzling burst of energy light erupted.
"God, Beiming has t his match!" murmured a Dragon Gate mber with a tense expression.
Many Dragon Gate mbers stopped in their tracks, but they also knew that they couldn't partake in a battle of this level.
The Elf and others also stopped and looked up with grave expressions.
On the mountain, Ling Fan's sword struck Wataru Senmori's attack, shattering the leading Blade Gangs into pieces. However, after breaking more than thirty Blade Gangs, his sword qi was exhausted.
This astonished Ling Fan; the opponent's attack gave him a sense of being indestructible.
"Kid, this guy's Blade Gang is a mini Defense Array. With your current strength, it's not easy to shatter it with one sword, unless your cultivation reaches the Wuxuan Realm!
Although it seems there's only a fine line between the late stages of Martial Saint and the Wuxuan Realm, these two realms are worlds apart!" the Holy Princess said indifferently.
Ling Fan took a deep breath, not expecting the guy's attack to be so tricky, even capable of setting up an array with Blade Gang during the assault. He had underestimated him!
Wataru Senmori was genuinely startled by the collapsing Blade Gangs in front of his eyes at the mont of collision, nearly losing his concentration.
When Ling Fan's attack was exhausted, Wataru Senmori inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. Now, with his opponent's power spent and no strength to follow up, it was the perfect opportunity to finish him off in one fell swoop.
The young man before him gave him a dangerous feeling; he couldn't afford to give Ling Fan a chance to catch his breath!
"Hahaha, damn it, you yellow-skinned pig, die, and repent for my people who have died!
I, from the lineage of Yinghe, hereby swear, whether in heaven or earth, I will hunt down every person by your side, making it impossible for you to rest even as a ghost!" Yin Huang laughed uproariously, venting all his frustration.
At that mont, Yao Yue almost bit her lips to bleeding. It was too late to act now.
She was waiting for an opportunity, for a mont when the opponent's attack weakened, to strike with all she's got and avenge Ling Fan.
Just then, at the very brink of disaster, Ling Fan uttered four words, "Star Shifting Technique!"
As the last word fell, Wataru Senmori's attack was about to hit when suddenly his figure vanished into thin air.
Wataru Senmori, who had been confident and arrogant, suddenly felt a chill at his temple and his heart trembled violently!
Even Yin Huang, with a face full of malicious sneers, waiting to see Ling Fan fall dead under Wataru Senmori's blade, stopped laughing abruptly.
His face was filled with astonishnt as he watched the scene before him, too shocked for words.
Yao Yue, who had been extrely tense and ready to risk her life to intervene, also froze, standing still for a mont and forgetting to make her move.
The next mont, Ling Fan's figure eerily passed through the Blade Gang, appearing beside Wataru Senmori. He only paused for the duration of a breath before their figures crossed past each other.
Ling Fan's forehead was faintly covered in fine beads of sweat, and he took a quiet breath, standing not far behind Wataru Senmori with 'Broken Sword' slanting toward the ground, a droplet of blood rolling down the blade and falling at his feet.
Wataru Senmori's figure ca to an abrupt halt after rushing forward more than ten ters, and the Blade Gang in front of him disintegrated.
He planted his blade into the ground, half-kneeling with one knee on the ground, and stamred, "What is your na?"
Ling Fan slowly turned around and said indifferently, "Ling Beiming."
Upon hearing this, Wataru Senmori's pupils widened dramatically.
"Ling... Ling Beiming?" His voice grew weaker, a dot of crimson appeared between his brows, and he finally lowered his head.
Yin Huang stood to the side, his limbs cold, looking at Ling Fan as if seeing a ghost.
He couldn't believe his eyes, nor his ears. The Moon Mountain ssenger is dead? And the man before him is Ling Beiming?
"You... you..." Yin Huang pointed at Ling Fan, his arm trembling uncontrollably as he staggered backward.
"Swoosh!"
A phantom flashed by, and the chilling Sword Qi pierced through the body, shattering the heart—Yao Yue had killed him with a single slash of her blade!
"Mother, your spirit in heaven can now rest in peace!" Yao Yue retracted her blade and looked up at the sky, murmuring.
The man who had sched against and used her mother years ago was none other than Yin Huang, the clan leader of Yin He's lineage.
Now, with Ling Fan's help, she had personally settled this final enemy, cutting the last tie to her past.
Ling Fan glanced at Yao Yue. The reason he had not given up and left was that he wanted to find Yin Huang.
Only by killing him could Yao Yue's heart demon be truly resolved, which would then be beneficial for her future cultivation. Otherwise, it could easily beco a hindrance to her progress.
At this mont, he made a firm decision in his heart. Once the matter in Snow Country was dealt with, he would have to find a way to advance his cultivation to the Wuxuan Realm.
Otherwise, against such exceptional adversaries, without relying on the power of the Exotic Fire, he still felt sowhat powerless.
Just then, in the nick of ti, he had barely managed to successfully deploy the Spatial Divine Power associated with the Golden Crow Art, spatial transference.
It was like teleportation, and although he had teleported only a few ters, it turned the tide of the entire crisis.
He dared to do this because he had so assurance; even if it had failed and he had been hit, with the Holy Princess there, she certainly wouldn't have stood by and watched him in a life-or-death situation.
"Beiming, thank you!" Yao Yue approached Ling Fan, got on her tiptoes, and kissed his lips again.
This ti, Official Ling did not hold back. After the ordeal, he truly needed so relaxation. Embracing Yao Yue, they imdiately entwined passionately.
Then, Ling Fan carried Yao Yue into a wooden hut that was not severely damaged. Clothes flew off in all directions, and they beca entangled in a passionate embrace!
The two did not choose their place, becoming embroiled in passion amidst corpses and the flas of war.
One could not help but marvel at their ntal fortitude, as the saying goes, 'Warzone yellow flowers are particularly fragrant.' It was precisely so!
"Let's go, we must believe in Beiming!" said the Elf, standing at the base of the mountain, and instructed the others with a solemn voice.
Imdiately, the group silently vanished under the dark night sky.
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