Then they saw the Mo Blade tilt slightly in the Blade Madman's right hand, and for so reason, in that instant, they could see the fear on the martial artist's face, the subtle trembling of the muscles.
They saw the blue, cold light on the blade, devoid of luster.
The slowness of ti was nothing but an illusion; the sharp, fierce sound of the blade's cry soared to the sky. As the Blade Madman unleashed his blade technique, his Qi chanism erupted, as if possessed, enveloping all the martial artists rushing onto the stage.
Wang Anfeng's mind gradually beca one, as if stepping on a beam of light, almost instinctively, he abandoned the Mixed Yuan Body of Pharmacist Valley, the martial arts of the Divine Thieves Sect, and the Tai Chi Martial Arts he previously used.
Except for the Shaolin Golden Bell Shield and the Buddha's Strength Mountain Moving Sutra.
His breathing was long and deep.
His eyes were calm, gazing flatly at the sky, the earth, and all beings.
Strength, strength, strength!
Pushing through everything is strength!
The Mo Blade trembled slightly, echoing with a clear ringing like a dragon's roar.
Ever since stepping into the Middle Third Rank, the Copper Man Lane that he had never visited seed to reappear before him. Ever since assuming the role of the Blade Madman, his always calm and still blood suddenly boiled. Wang Anfeng stepped forward, and wounds began to appear on his body, blood spraying out.
At the sa ti, Inner Qi surged, and the blade technique beca increasingly frenzied!
The entire martial arena fell silent.
The cold blade light encompassed the entire martial arena, enveloping as many as twenty-six martial artists of Sixth Rank and above, like a swirling cold wind, like mist, like moonlight.
The twenty-six renowned martial artists were trapped within, forced to defend themselves.
Xiahou Jie's eyes widened.
She watched as that Mo-colored figure walked slowly forward, facing many alone. At this mont, everyone's thoughts were almost frozen by the scene before them, only able to see the domineering, unmatched shadow of the blade falling repeatedly, suppressing everyone.
This was a stage for one person.
The shadow's body shuddered slightly.
Luan widened his eyes, opened his mouth, and murmured:
"What exactly does he want to do?"
At that mont, the sound of the blade suddenly erupted.
A bright and domineering blade shadow instantly forced everyone away, as if cleaving mountains, rivers, seas, and lands. A blade madman dressed in black stepped forward, the blade in his hand like thunder, absorbing all life around it as he struck down towards Li Danxun's head!
And the latter, already without a weapon in his hand.
In this critical mont, Li Danxun suddenly crossed his hands, one up, one down, and struck out fiercely. His Qi chanism was fierce and domineering, far more refined than when he previously displayed his blade technique. This was an instinct imprinted in his body.
And at this mont, the blade in Wang Anfeng's hand abruptly stopped.
A clear, lodious hum dispersed along the blade's edge.
All sights were drawn to Li Danxun—not to Wang Anfeng.
Everyone possessed profound martial arts skills, thus they could see that Li Danxun's newly displayed palm technique was from the sa branch as the technique he previously used to plot against Huangfu Hao, a top-notch skill in the Jianghu of the Western Regions.
Huangfu Kui suddenly comprehended, and his expression drastically changed, saying:
"What is happening, Brother Li?!"
Li Danxun opened his mouth but couldn't speak. At this mont, a cold, sinister voice suddenly rang from one side of the crowd, saying: "What more is unspeakable? My good disciple, after planning for sixteen years, today's effort nearly succeeded. Still, we must ensure all factions pay a steep price..."
The crowd was startled, suddenly realizing that the three people who had previously been confined by the Trapped Dragon Chain had already broken free. One instantly moved forward, while another began unpredictably darting towards the thirteenth-floor pavilion, with a clawed hand reaching straight for Li Yinxiang.
At this mont, with no top master present, they wished to leave, the only obstruction being the Blade Madman. Having seen his conversation with Li Yinxiang earlier, they mistakenly assud the two were very close, thus decided to attack what he must protect.
Wang Anfeng at this point was only a foot away from Li Danxun, and with a lift of his hand, he could cut him down. However, the cost of doing so was Li Yinxiang's death. Without much hesitation, he suddenly turned back.
The middle-aged man rushed forward, while the guard behind Li Yinxiang, who had already silently gathered Qi, leapt ahead, pulling with both hands, transforming into two dragon forms. Yet, as his martial arts were only at the peak of Fifth Rank, he was no match for the attacker, and was quickly struck down within a few moves.
Li Yinxiang's bright eyes widened.
At that ti, she was instead fearless, reflecting the high cheekbone features of the Western Region appearance closing in on her, getting closer and closer within her pupils.
The young girl's black hair at her temples fluttered slightly.
Just before everything returned to silence, a sharp sound of a blade erupted, suppressing everything. Before her eyes, and before the elder who sought her life, suddenly appeared a person and a blade.
The ink-colored cloak trembled slightly.
With a resounding cry, the sound of the blade was high-pitched, then turned piercing.
Wang Anfeng held the Mo Blade horizontally in front, forcefully taking a move, his face turning pale as he coughed up fresh blood from the corner of his mouth. Blood droplets flew, landing on the bewildered young girl's forehead behind him, like a forehead ornant, dazzling and captivating.
The Western Regions man opposite suddenly sneered, and the Vigorous Qi on his hands surged again.
Then there was a cracking sound. The Mo Blade in Wang Anfeng's hand suddenly broke from the middle. This material, originally used to forge a Divine Weapon, was unexpectedly shattered forcibly, showing the ferocity of his Palm Technique. The middle-aged man's mouth curled into a smile and said:
"You lost..."
"I must admit, your strength is indeed superior. Unfortunately, you're still constrained!"
It was at this mont that the master from the Western Regions suddenly found it hard to retract his right hand, startling him greatly, as a cold voice rang out.
"Who made you think you could stop ?!"
Wang Anfeng's eyes drooped as the Inner Strength within his body suddenly rotated between yin and yang. With a swirl of his right hand using the techniques of the Divine Thieves Sect, the half-broken blade emitted a resonant cry, swiftly and brutally rotating around the expert's wrist as its axis. The Blade Gang was sharp, and following a scream, the expert's two wrists had already flown off together.
Before Li Yinxiang and the others, the black-clad Blade Madman, with his cloak fluttering, swung again with a punch, hitting the Western Regions expert's abdon unexpectedly. The latter, caught off guard, spewed fresh blood and flew backward.
The crowd below ford a defensive formation to protect themselves. Many experts found themselves overwheld by the two elders, and many were already injured. The chubby elder grew impatient, raised his hand to push soone away, and shouted:
"Have you succeeded?!"
"Hurry out, it's been delayed too long. Those guys will surely notice sothing's wrong, and by then, it will be impossible to leave!"
After his words faded, there was no response for a long ti. Just as the two elders were growing increasingly irritable, a scream was suddenly heard, followed by a figure flying out. Upon closer inspection, it was the Western Regions expert who had previously ambushed Huangfu Hao.
The person who previously relied on a pair of Palm Techniques to stand proud now had no hands.
The two White Tiger Hall experts were shaken, and before they could co to the rescue, footsteps were heard, as a person descended from above, each step emitting a red fla that turned into a stairway and then dissipated. Step by step, the person walked slowly, their clothes fluttering.
In just a few steps, they were beside the fleeing Martial Artist. With a gesture of their right hand, a flowing light ca from the high pavilion, piercing the Martial Artist's neck instantly, then plunging heavily into the ground below.
The vast waves surged and spread in all directions.
Both sides of the battle retreated, their hearts filled with uncertainty.
As the smoke and dust gradually dispersed, they saw the black-clad Blade Madman slowly rise. The sword in his right hand was only half remaining, while the previously formidable Fourth Rank Martial Artist lay dead, his eyes wide open in death, unwilling to die. The two foreign experts felt a chill over their scalps under his gaze, instantly heightening their guard.
Wang Anfeng had previously competed forcibly with many Martial Artists, and later endured a lethal move from a Fourth Rank expert. Although his Inner Qi surged and he looked pale with blood flowing from his mouth, his aura was not weak at all. The surrounding Martial Artists could not look up to him. He moved slowly forward, and though the Mo Blade in his right hand was broken, its sharpness surpassed its forr state by a third.
Footsteps sounded.
For so reason, the sound on the ground resembled a battle drum, yet it was no longer calm and stable, as everyone realized, even soone of his caliber had limits.
And as he approached his limits, clad in black and stained with blood, holding a broken blade, he seed even more unrestrained.
Xiahou Jie leaned forward from above, her heart racing, she held her breath watching ahead, seeing the heroes at a standstill, weapons broken. Among them, only one walked slowly. The Blade Madman tapped his blade with his right hand, his voice already slightly hoarse, indifferently said:
"One blade, one sword reflects the intent of life."
"Bearing the infamous na for fifteen years."
"To kill the Blade Madman, none of you are enough..."
He raised the broken blade in his right hand, the Qi chanism swelling, instantly enveloping the two foreign Fourth Rank Martial Artists ahead, with a trace of fresh blood on his lips, indifferently said:
"Co at together..."
"Barbarians."
PS: An update is delivered...
Today's update is a victory for the Immortal Cultivation Party and the Early Risers Party!
And now I'm exhausted, I need to take a break! (with justifiable confidence)
So sleepy...
Reviews
All reviews (0)