Chapter 388: Chapter 387: Thunder Blade
In the blink of an eye, Sun Xingyu’s right hand swept across his waist, drawing out a soft sword.
With a flash of sword light, a low tallic hum pierced the void.
Sword flowers blood in the air, sparks flying everywhere.
"Ding!"
A clear collision sound followed.
Sun Xingyu grunted and was sent flying backward toward Yang Fei’s direction.
Yang Fei’s figure flashed to the side, stepping out of the way.
Sun Xingyu’s eyes lit up, seizing the opportunity to sprint forward, attempting to flee.
From just one exchange, he had recognized the gap between himself and Brother Lei.
Besides, with Boss Tang here, lingering in battle ant certain death.
Now that Boss Tang had stepped out of the way, maybe he was taking into account their old ties and sparing him.
"Thank you!"
As he passed by Yang Fei, Sun Xingyu whispered.
"You can’t escape!"
A low growl ca from behind.
Cold sword light and surging Qi broke the air, an invisible Sword Energy ca slashing towards Sun Xingyu’s back from afar.
Without turning his head, Sun Xingyu swung his sword backwards, using the blade to block behind him.
"Puh!"
The invisible Qi Blade forged from Sword Energy sliced open Sun Xingyu’s back, blood splattered, and he sped up his forward sprint.
Wang Lei snorted coldly. The mont his body touched the ground, he sprung forward like a cannonball, swiftly closing the distance between them to less than five ters, and unleashed another strike with his saber.
Sun Xingyu was greatly startled.
He knew Wang Lei was strong, but he had not expected such ferocity.
Even if Boss Tang did not take action, he would still find it difficult to escape today.
If he ignored the strike at his back, he feared he might be cleaved in two.
But if he stopped to block, he would be drawn into a fight and unable to break free.
Sun Xingyu despaired inwardly.
With no other choice, he turned around to block.
As he blocked, his speed of escape slowed, and Wang Lei pursued him like lightning, engaging him in close combat. In an instant, they were locked in fierce combat. Amid the dance of saber light and sword shadows, the sharp Qi Blades chaotically danced through the air, the street was dead silent with the threat of violence.
Yang Fei lit up another cigarette, squinting at the battle unfolding before him.
Within ten moves, Sun Xingyu would undoubtedly be defeated.
He sighed silently, with no intention of intervening.
Out of respect for their past, not personally executing Sun Xingyu was already the ultimate act of rcy.
But he would certainly not stop mbers of the International Madman from taking their revenge on Sun Xingyu.
Puh!
With a muffled grunt, Sun Xingyu spat out blood, blood gushing from his chest, slashed grievously by Wang Lei’s saber and sent flying.
Wang Lei chased relentlessly, raising his saber to deliver the killing blow.
Suddenly, Yang Fei’s eyebrows furrowed, and he called out, "Watch out!"
At the sa ti, Wang Lei also sensed sothing amiss. His eyes filled with murderous intent, he swung his saber toward the empty space on his left.
"Ding dang!"
Sparks flew, and a fleeting, hazy figure vanished in a flash.
Wang Lei was forced back two steps.
"Go!" Sun Xingyu roared lowly.
A shadow suddenly appeared beside him, grabbed his arm, and they turned and fled together.
Wang Lei was furious, "Stay!"
As he prepared to pursue, he suddenly looked up and swung his saber through the air.
Another figure erged, hampering Wang Lei’s pursuit.
Yang Fei snorted coldly, his gaze hardened as he locked onto that figure.
In the darkness, the Ninja suddenly felt as if struck by lightning, his Sea of Consciousness beca chaotic in an instant, losing all sense of awareness and his movent montarily stilled.
"Puh!"
Wang Lei’s blade split the man’s chest, cleaving him in two.
When the blade edge cut through the ninja, Wang Lei was secretly horrified; the man had clearly lost his ability to resist, and in that instant, he distinctly sensed an indescribable, mysterious power coming from behind and sweeping towards the ninja.
It was Yang Fei who had acted.
So young and he had already stepped into the Divine Travel Realm, was he capable of injuring people with just his thoughts now?
Wang Lei was shocked to his core, but he didn’t stop, lifting his blade to give chase.
He couldn’t let Sun Xingyu escape.
Yang Fei’s face was grim, a murderous intent flashing in his eyes, and he also planned to pursue.
But at that mont, his heart suddenly leaped, and an inexplicable sense of crisis erged, prompting him to quickly turn around.
In the night, a tall and burly figure appeared in the middle of the street.
"I didn’t expect to encounter such a mighty person in this mundane world," the newcor spoke, in the accent of a middle-aged man, and it was in the language of the Divine Continent.
With a cigarette dangling from his mouth, Yang Fei squinted at the approaching middle-aged man and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"
If the other party were an enemy, he would have already struck.
Moreover, the man spoke the language of the Divine Continent, which piqued Yang Fei’s curiosity.
Under the moonlight and the illumination of the streetlights, the man’s face appeared utterly ordinary.
It was indeed Zhuge Ming.
Previously, when Sun Xingyu’s villa exploded, Zhuge Ming was secretly shocked and didn’t pursue the ninjas, but shortly after the explosion, he noticed a fight breaking out here.
He hadn’t been concerned about it at first because, to him, with Sun Xingyu dead, his mission here was complete. All that remained was to find out the cause of Zhuge Hong and Zhuge Wei’s deaths and avenge them.
However, just now, he suddenly sensed a powerful Divine Soul Power roaming through heaven and earth, so he ca to investigate.
Now, as his gaze fell upon Yang Fei, he was visibly startled.
So young?
His gaze swept over Yang Fei, trying to see through him in a glance.
Yang Fei’s brow furrowed sharply, aware of an inexplicable danger; he instantly entered a state of full alert, his gaze becoming incredibly sharp, like a razor-sharp dagger fiercely stabbing towards Zhuge Ming.
The mont their eyes t, the emptiness barely trembled.
"An impressive young man, who are you?" Zhuge Ming stared at Yang Fei and asked.
Yang Fei replied indifferently, "I was the one who asked you first, and you haven’t answered yet."
Zhuge Ming laughed heartily, "I am Zhuge Ming."
Yang Fei’s pupils narrowed and then he deliberately furrowed his brows, shaking his head, "Zhuge Ming? Sorry, I have limited knowledge and haven’t heard this na before."
Zhuge Ming seed unperturbed, smiling, "Judging by your tone, it seems you’re from the Divine Continent. Are you a martial artist from the Divine Continent Martial World?"
Yang Fei nodded, "Yes."
"Who is your master?" Zhuge Ming inquired.
Just as Yang Fei was about to answer, he heard the sounds of intense combat from a distance behind him and couldn’t help but worry internally.
Although he believed in Wang Lei’s combat strength, the enemies seed to have co prepared and it was uncertain how many experts there were; Wang Lei pursuing them alone might be dangerous.
Zhuge Ming noticed Yang Fei’s distraction and asked, "Are you with them, aiming to deal with Sky Net?"
As he was speaking, his expression suddenly changed, exclaiming in surprise, "Thunderclap Saber Technique!!!"
With Zhuge Ming’s outcry, Yang Fei too sensed sothing, rapidly turning around to look.
Suddenly, a dazzling lightning bolt appeared in the distant void.
It seed like the lightning was extracted from the dark clouds, violently striking down towards the ground.
Boom!
The sound of thunder arrived late, reaching the ears of Yang Fei and Zhuge Ming.
Zhuge Ming’s expression changed and without paying further attention to Yang Fei, he flashed away, rapidly pursuing in that direction.
Yang Fei was just as quick, nearly moving in sync with Zhuge Ming, sprinting towards that spot as well.
Both n moved extrely fast, and within a few breaths, they had traveled hundreds of ters.
Faintly, the sll of sothing burning reached their senses.
The scent of blood mixed with the sll of charred flesh perated the air.
In the darkness, a solitary figure holding a sword stood on the long street, facing the wind.
Several bodies lay quietly not far from him.
Yang Fei recognized the figure at a glance and hastily said, "Brother Lei, are you alright?"
The man turned slowly at the sound of the voice, saying, "I’m fine, but sadly he got away."
It was indeed Wang Lei.
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