Chapter 1440: Xuelian! Luo Feng!
“Damn!”
Su Zhuyun saw the gaunt Black Demon Sect disciple charging to kill Luo Feng and the others, and grew secretly anxious.
But the other Black Demon Sect disciple was no pushover either; she couldn’t shake him off. If she used the Immeasurable Instant-Kill Sword, she could intercept the gaunt Martial Artist, but it would very likely spill over and hit Luo Feng and the others.
Swish!
A sword qi thick as a mountain shot over. Su Zhuyun’s gaze flashed; the Silver Ling Sword tapped in midair, shattering the sword qi.
“They’re dead for sure this time. But don’t worry, you’ll be meeting them again very soon.”
The other Black Demon Sect disciple looked at Su Zhuyun and laughed coldly.
“Despicable!”
Su Zhuyun’s brows knitted tightly. She knew she had to kill this man first. She stopped talking—her white robes fluttering—her Sword Intent more intense than ever, the invisible sharpness making the space around her tear with visible cracks, as she slashed toward the Black Demon Sect disciple opposite her.
Chixiao and Daoist Heiyun were locked in a one-on-one life-and-death clash and had no attention to spare.
“Heh heh, brat, today is the day you all die!”
The gaunt Black Demon Sect disciple was insanely fast; with just a few flickers, he was within a hundred meters of Luo Feng.
“Shocking Cloud Sword!”
“Immeasurable Instant-Kill Sword.”
“Summer Thunder Falling from the Sky Saber!”
The three of them knew the attacker was a peak True Yuan Realm Ninth Layer expert—no ordinary foe—and struck simultaneously.
In an instant, a razor-sharp sword qi condensed into a fine line, crystal sword qi bristling with edges, and a chilling saber light of frightening might all blasted toward the gaunt Black Demon Sect disciple.
“Child’s play!”
The gaunt Black Demon Sect disciple let out a scornful cold laugh. His longsword gave a light sweep, and pitch-black sword qi swept across a large swath of sky. The razor sword qi and crystal sword qi were smashed in a single instant; only the saber light Luo Feng had unleashed held out for a breath longer—but only for an instant.
“Fall back!”
Luo Feng knew that Yue Haitang and Jiang Fengfeng would be doomed facing a peak True Yuan Realm Ninth Layer Martial Artist; only he, wearing a sixth-grade treasure armor, had a sliver of life. He made a snap decision and slammed out a palm, sending the two of them flying backward.
“Luo Feng!”
Yue Haitang and Jiang Fengfeng’s faces were ugly. In this moment, a fierce unwillingness and powerlessness surged up from the depths of their hearts.
“Brat, at a time like this you still want to play the hero. But that’s even better; I’m a man who cherishes fragrant jade—if I accidentally hurt the little beauties, that’d be a waste. I’ll take care of you first, then kill that pretty boy, and as for that Sword Tomb female disciple… heh heh heh…”
The gaunt Black Demon Sect disciple glanced at Jiang Fengfeng, a wicked gleam flashing in his eyes, and let out a lewd, depraved chuckle.
At this moment, Luo Feng’s mind stirred. He raised his head to look at the gaunt Black Demon Sect disciple and gave a cold smile. “I’m afraid you don’t have what it takes. From what I see, you’re all bark and no bite.”
The gaunt Black Demon Sect disciple’s face sank. As a top-tier True Yuan Realm expert, when had he ever been mocked by some nameless junior?
Whoosh!
The sword edge traced a line through the void. The gaunt Black Demon Sect disciple stared at Luo Feng, killing intent overflowing from his eyes.
“Very good. Just for that sentence, I’ll cut off all four of your limbs first, then stab a few hundred holes in your body. That’s the price for angering me.”
Whoosh!
As his words fell, the gaunt Black Demon Sect disciple’s figure shot out through the air. When he closed to within twenty steps of Luo Feng, a strange black light flickered in his eyes, and his wrist trembled.
Buzz!
The quivering sword tip burst out four terrifying streams of black qi. In midair the black qi transformed into four enormous black pythons—each as thick as a door panel, scale armor etched in fine detail, as if they possessed lives of their own—as they lunged to bite down on Luo Feng’s four limbs, really intending to cripple both his arms and legs.
Luo Feng’s expression didn’t change. He stomped once on the void, his aura soaring without limit. Faintly, a dragon’s roar echoed through the air, and a dragon-shaped phantom, half-real, half-illusory, appeared.
“Autumn Rain Soul Disconnecting!”
As his aura reached its peak, Luo Feng slashed out. Dragon-shaped Saber Energy formed from countless fine strands of saber light coiled upward around him as its center, the friction with the air birthing streaks of purple lightning. From afar, it looked like an electric dragon, tightly guarding him.
Crack crack crack…
The four black python sword qi slammed in, crashing into the electric dragon. Cracks immediately spread across the electric dragon, clear to the eye, rapidly crawling outward. It seemed like it could shatter at any moment and then lop off Luo Feng’s four limbs.
“Oh?”
A look of disbelief flashed through the gaunt Black Demon Sect disciple’s eyes. He hadn’t used his full strength with that sword just now, but it was more than enough to instant-kill an ordinary True Yuan Realm Seventh Layer Martial Artist. He’d meant to slice off all four of Luo Feng’s limbs, and hadn’t expected his opponent’s defense to be outrageously strong—a single sword strike had almost achieved nothing.
“It’s useless. No matter how you struggle, in my eyes you’re no different from an ant.”
The gaunt Black Demon Sect disciple laughed coldly. Suddenly, the four black python sword qi linked to his longsword swelled a circle larger, and with just one more impact, the electric dragon Saber Energy shattered completely, and the sword qi was about to tear into Luo Feng’s body.
At this moment.
Swish swish swish swish swish…
The sky suddenly turned completely blood-red. Behind the lean Black Demon Sect disciple, a clump of blood-red, wickedly alluring bloody mist gathered. As the mist rolled, it transformed into two blood-red giant pythons, each ten zhang long.
The two giant pythons were as thick as mountains, their bodies covered in blood-red scales the size of washbasins. A pair of blood-red vertical pupils locked onto the lean Black Demon Sect disciple as they opened their jaws to bite down.
“What!”
The lean Black Demon Sect disciple was shocked out of his wits. He couldn’t care about killing Luo Feng anymore and swept out his longsword in a horizontal slash.
Swish!
A flash of black light—one of the blood-red giant pythons was cut cleanly in half at the waist, but immediately after, the severed serpent body swelled violently, erupting with a blinding blood light from within.
“Not good!”
The lean Black Demon Sect disciple’s expression changed. Right after, the blood light shot straight up into the sky, followed by a rumbling explosion, forming a massive blood energy storm that made this whole stretch of space tremble.
The protective Gang Energy covering the lean Black Demon Sect disciple’s body twisted violently under the impact, and his figure staggered backward.
Opportunity!
Luo Feng had long been waiting for this moment; naturally, he wouldn’t let this heaven-sent chance slip by. His figure closed in in an instant, his saber chopping down. Thunderbolts exploded in the void, and the blinding saber light was like lightning piercing out from beyond the sky.
“Summer Thunder Falling from the Sky!”
Chii!
The sound of fabric tearing rang out. The lean Black Demon Sect disciple’s protective Gang Energy split open, and a deep, bone-revealing wound was carved across his chest.
“Damn it!”
The lean Black Demon Sect disciple let out a sharp, miserable scream, pulling back in a hurried retreat while swinging his longsword. A streak of pitch-black Sword Qi shot out like a bolt from a crossbow piercing clouds, heading straight for Luo Feng.
Luo Feng chopped the Sword Qi apart with one saber stroke and came to a halt, secretly thinking it was a pity.
If the power of his Saber Technique had been just thirty percent stronger, that Black Demon Sect disciple would have definitely been chopped into two halves with a single strike.
Jiang Fengfeng and Yue Haitang were both watching with eyes wide and dazed; Jiang Fengfeng’s small mouth hung open and she even forgot to close it.
The opponent was a Martial Artist at the peak of the True Yuan Realm Ninth Layer, only a single step away from a Yuan Sea Realm Great Ability, yet he’d actually been wounded by a single saber from Luo Feng. Even if Luo Feng had borrowed another’s strength, this was no trivial feat!
Swish!
The blood light in the sky converged and condensed before Luo Feng into a graceful, enchanting figure—it was Xuelian.
“Master, Xuelian has arrived late.” Xuelian bowed to Luo Feng.
“You came at just the right time.”
Luo Feng shook his head and took a glance at Xuelian. “You showing up now means you’ve already broken through to the True Yuan Realm Eighth Layer, right?”
Just now he had sensed Xuelian leaving the cabin, so he deliberately enraged the Black Demon Sect disciple to draw his attention, giving Xuelian a chance to strike from ambush.
“Correct.”
Xuelian nodded, joy spilling across her charming face. “It’s all thanks to the Five-Colored Glazed Toad’s heart that Master bestowed upon me.”
Her gratitude came from the bottom of her heart. If she had still been in the Thousand Peak Forest, to attain her current cultivation, she would at least have had to devour the fresh blood of tens of millions of ordinary people, while also suffering pursuit from experts of all sides—and she very likely wouldn’t have lived to see today.
You had to know, every year many Blood Demons are born, but a Blood Demon growing to the Blood Demon stage—within a hundred years, there might not even be one. It’s precisely because many Blood Demons are hunted down and killed during their early growth.
Ever since she started following Luo Feng, not only did she no longer have to live in daily fear, she had also obtained all kinds of enormous benefits. The Pure Yin Blood Energy contained in just one Five-Colored Glazed Toad heart was equivalent to the vital blood of tens of millions of ordinary people.
“Bastards!”
As the two were speaking, a sharp curse suddenly exploded from ahead.
The lean Black Demon Sect disciple spat out a mouthful of blood, swept a glance at the still-bleeding wound on his chest, then lifted his head, his pair of blood-red eyes like those of a Demon Beast locking tightly onto Luo Feng and Xuelian. “I’ll make sure you die with no grave to be buried in!”
“Such powerful essence blood… I wonder what it tastes like…”
Xuelian stared at the lean Black Demon Sect disciple, the tip of her tongue licking her enticing red lips, her expression practically drooling with hunger. She said to Luo Feng, “Master, allow me to help you cut this man down.”
“He’s a Martial Artist at the peak of the True Yuan Realm Ninth Layer, not some small fry like the ones we ran into before.” Luo Feng gave a bitter smile. The other party was, after all, a top expert of the True Yuan Realm; even injured, his strength couldn’t be underestimated.
Xuelian looked at Luo Feng, the corners of her lips lifting slightly into a mysterious smile:
“Master, there’s no need to worry. Xuelian is no longer the Xuelian of the past.”
As she spoke, blood light flashed in Xuelian’s pupils. Her figure suddenly turned ethereal, dissolving into a mass of blood mist that completely wrapped around Luo Feng. Under the stunned gazes of Yue Haitang and Jiang Fengfeng, that blood mist gradually seeped into Luo Feng’s body and into Emperor Yan’s Sky-breaking Saber.