Chapter 184: Hidden in the Dark
Chapter 184: Hidden in the Dark
"This..."
Seeing Fang Xing daring to fight against Lian Laogui, Shi Wanwan was incredulous.
Her master was an established Golden Core cultivator!
When did this young man become his equal?
Could it be that the direct disciples of the Nascent Soul faction were all so formidable?
"Die!"
On the battlefield, Fang Xing wielded the Rusty Sword, splitting the pitch-black claw magical treasure in two.
Then, the Rusty Sword shot forward like a meteor, piercing towards Lian Laogui.
The momentum of this attack was so formidable that even Lian Laogui, clad in the Myriad Beast Armor, felt the urge to temporarily avoid its edge.
'This time... I must at least cut down Lian Laogui for this trip to be considered a success.'
'Lian Laogui is most likely involved with the Demon Path. When faced with death, he'll surely reveal something...'
'If my guess is wrong, and the Demon Path cultivators stand by and let Lian Laogui die... then I can also make the best of a bad situation and directly have the sect annex the Myriad Beast Sect.'
Fang Xing's fingers danced, changing sword incantations.
Sword auras howled and sword beams flashed, constantly entangling with the Myriad Beast Armor.
Suddenly!
Lian Laogui coldly harrumphed, and the third-rank giant serpent beneath him violently flicked its tail!
Smack!
The terrifying force landed on the Rusty Sword, actually sending it flying.
Then, the giant serpent spewed out a ball of purple-black toxic mist, seemingly capable of corroding even the air, enveloping the Rusty Sword.
Fang Xing's expression changed, and he recalled the flying sword.
The Rusty Sword now appeared brand new, without a single scratch.
"Third-rank poison, capable of corrupting even spiritual sense..."
Unfortunately, Fang Xing's spiritual sense was his weak point, and facing the third-rank poison of the giant serpent, he immediately felt overwhelmed.
Lian Laogui's expression turned solemn, with a hint of regret.
It seemed that his previous anger was all an act.
This Golden Core cultivator, who had lived for several hundred years, was inscrutable: "What a pity... I originally wanted to use you to lure out the hidden person from the Sky Sword Sect, but it seems that you, a direct disciple swordsman, aren't that important after all... Never mind, I'll just kill you now."
"Perfect timing... Let me show you the secret technique I've finally bitterly comprehended after my seclusion!"
As he spoke, Lian Laogui made a series of hand seals, and a layer of eerie blood-colored flames appeared around his body.
"Hiss!"
The horned snake, which originally coiled around his arm, with its snakelike body, lack of feet, and two horns on its head, and an extremely dense flood dragon bloodline, actually let out a hiss of pain as Lian Laogui grabbed it and turned it into a red blood ball, pressing it into the head of the third-rank giant serpent below.
"Roar!"
With this boost, the third-rank giant serpent let out a roar, rolled on the spot, its snake skin tore, and a blue... flood dragon?! shot out.
This flood dragon was three zhang long, had four claws growing from its abdomen, and a single horn on its head.
An overwhelming demonic king's aura, far surpassing that of the previous giant serpent, overflowed!
As soon as the green flood dragon was born, dark clouds filled the sky, as if it had the innate ability to summon wind and call rain.
It flew up to the sky, shaking its head and tail, and suddenly, a bolt of green lightning fell, striking the void.
The two fake Golden Core cultivators, who had been hiding their figures with small banners, cried out in alarm, but the green lightning struck them from the void, causing them to spit out mouthfuls of blood.
"What... What kind of secret technique is this?"
Ziyuan Zhenren looked at the flood dragon, whose aura was already faintly approaching that of a mid-grade third-rank demon beast, and a look of despair appeared on his face.
The gap between third-rank demon kings could be as wide as heaven and earth.
Among demon beasts of the same rank, their strength was mainly determined by the quality of their bloodline.
There was no doubt that a third-rank giant serpent was definitely not as strong as a third-rank flood dragon!
This mid-grade third-rank flood dragon's true strength might even rival that of a late-stage Golden Core cultivator!
"What a powerful secret technique... It seems that the flood dragon bloodline of the horned snake has made up for the giant serpent's shortcomings... However, this 'Bloodline Fusion' technique probably has a limited duration and can't be maintained indefinitely. Furthermore... For the horned snake, the flood dragon bloodline will definitely suffer serious damage."
Fang Xing paid no heed to Ziyuan Zhenren's appearance and merely smiled lightly as he looked towards Lian Laogui.
"Even if this 'Bloodline Fusion' technique only lasts for a short time, it's more than enough to kill all of you."
Lian Laogui's face twisted into a hideous mask, and the green flood dragon immediately let out a dragon's roar, with bolt after bolt of lightning crashing down!
"Come!"
Fang Xing beckoned, and the third-rank puppet immediately stood in front of him, its hands supporting a hemispherical green shield.
Ziyuan Zhenren and Yuan Wei Zhenren weren't so lucky; after two bolts of lightning, they turned into ashes on the spot, leaving only the rudimentary forms of their magical treasures.
A mid-grade third-rank flood dragon could slaughter fake Golden Core cultivators at will!
Even early Golden Core cultivators would likely perish under its claws; the unfortunate cultivator from Qingxu Zong was a prime example.
"Hmph, ignorant cultivator! How dare you involve yourself in such a major event..."
Lian Laogui hovered in mid-air, his hands clasped behind his back.
With the Myriad Beast Armor for defense and the third-rank flood dragon for offense, he was confident that he could defeat even a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator.
Naturally, he didn't put a mere direct disciple in his eyes.
"Now... it's your turn!"
Lian Laogui glared at Fang Xing, his eyes filled with killing intent.
'As expected, he also intends to use me as bait, trying to gain the upper hand for the forces backing him?'
Fang Xing's eyes flickered.
Without hesitation, he unleashed his full power, and the Rusty Sword traced an elegant arc in the air.
Whoosh!
An astonishing sword light blazed forth, and this sword actually severed the azure thunder, guided by some unseen force, striking the blue flood dragon's neck at a spot where a reversed scale lay.
Roar!
The flood dragon wailed in agony as it tumbled from the sky.
"What? Severely wounded with a single sword strike? This... This is... Sword Heart, Piercing the Heavens?!"
Upon witnessing this scene, Lian Laogui let out a startled cry and hastily retreated, intending to flee back into the Myriad Beast Sect's mountain gate.
Earlier,
He and the three fake Core Formation cultivators arrogantly stepped out of the grand formation to face Fang Xing in battle.
Now, faced with a life-threatening crisis, he immediately wanted to return to the safety of the mountain gate and the protection of the formation.
The Qingxu Sect had a third-rank mountain-protecting formation.
The Myriad Beast Sect's formation was surely even more sophisticated, ranked as an upper-tier third-rank.
Even if Fang Xing had mastered Sword Intent and possessed top-notch combat strength among Foundation Establishment cultivators, it would still be absolutely difficult for him to break through in a short time!
"Is it too late to try and leave now?"
Fang Xing's human and sword were as one, like a white rainbow piercing the sun.
The Great Liberating Profound Golden Sword Qi, with its sword escape speed, was unparalleled among sword cultivators and was naturally extraordinary.
Fang Xing caught up with Lian Laogui, his late action preceding his opponent's, and his sword slashed out.
After condensing his Sword Heart, he could not only employ Sword Intent techniques but also discern his enemy's weaknesses, following a specific sword path to strike his opponent's vital spot with his own formidable sharpness, a method of overcoming strength with weakness, also known as 'Sword Heart, Piercing the Heavens'!
The three-stage green flood dragon from earlier was thus struck on its reversed scale and nearly killed in one blow.
This was, of course, because Fang Xing had not yet condensed his Sword Core, and his Sword Heart was not yet perfect.
Otherwise, Sword Intent would be a nearly invincible technique at the third stage, and that flood dragon from before would have undoubtedly perished under that single sword strike!
At this moment, Fang Xing's sword thrust fell upon the Myriad Beast Armor, causing this mid-grade magical artifact to emit a mournful wail as cracks appeared on the surface of the white bone armor.
At the same time, a Sword Intent ignored the defense of the Myriad Beast Armor and directly slashed into Lian Laogui's sea of consciousness, intending to annihilate his soul with a single sword!
"Hmm? Didn't die? There's actually a treasure specifically for soul protection?"
After Fang Xing's sword strike, he saw that Lian Laogui was only dazed and had not fallen to the ground, dying. He couldn't help but smile faintly and said, "Again!"
"No good, quickly rescue Master!"
Within the mountain gate of the Myriad Beast Sect, Shi Wanwan saw this scene and immediately bit her silver teeth, riding on a three-tailed spirit fox as she rushed out, holding a spirit-restraining talisman in her hand!
Unfortunately, she was, after all, only a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and it was difficult for her to intervene in such a battle between Foundation Establishment cultivators.
Fang Xing's sword was fast, but as he drew his sword, a blood light surged from the south, vast and mighty, like a long river.
From within the river, a giant hand emerged, forming a seal, and attacked him!
"Foundation Establishment cultivator, and it's even the middle stage?"
Fang Xing smiled slightly, becoming one with his sword, slashing through Lian Laogui, and then his body bent, and his rusty sword transformed into a dazzling sword light, splitting the blood river's giant hand seal in two.
Where the blood river retreated, a Foundation Establishment cultivator appeared.
He was of middle age, dressed as a scholar, and looked very refined, but he was surrounded by a seemingly indelible bloody aura.
"Middle stage of Foundation Establishment? Could it be the Second Palace Master of the Blood River Palace? You dared to cross the border and even sided with the Myriad Beast Sect. It seems you are determined to throw your lot in with the Myriad Demon Sect."
Fang Xing pointed with both hands, and eight sword lights protected his body as he laughed loudly.
At the same time, the third-stage puppet, under his control, arrived at the place where the three-stage green flood dragon had fallen.
At this moment, the secret technique of bloodline fusion had long since lost its effect, and the green flood dragon wailed in misery, reverting to a three-stage giant serpent, and the horned snake was nowhere to be seen.
"Secret technique backfired... Did it die?"
The third-stage puppet's eyes moved, looking at the weakened three-stage giant serpent, and it punched the serpent's head.
...
"Sigh... Who would have thought that after planning for so many years, it would be ruined by a reckless young man."
The Second Palace Master of the Blood River Palace sighed, "What a fast sword... I originally wanted to expose myself and save the Grand Elder of the Myriad Beast Sect, but I didn't expect to be too late..."
After having his move broken, he didn't make another move.
"Hahaha, this is not recklessness, but using a wise sword to cut through the chaos!"
Accompanied by a clear laugh, a red sword light descended, revealing a figure of a sword cultivator wearing blood-red clothes.
He had long eyebrows that slanted into his temples, and although he wore a playful and disrespectful smile, the sharp aura of a sword cultivator could not be dispelled.
"Paying respects to Elder Fu!"
Upon seeing this person, Fang Xing solemnly performed a sword salute.
This Elder Fu Hongyi, Elder Fu, was a true disciple of the Sky Sword Sect back then. Later, the Sword Core he condensed reached the half-step Golden Core stage, becoming an inner sect elder and a powerful sword cultivator who had comprehended the Sword Heart and Sword Intent!
"Fu Hongyi... It's actually you who came personally? It seems that the Sky Sword Sect's Dao soldiers are already on their way..."
The middle-aged Confucian scholar sighed, and his figure gradually dissipated.
It seemed that he had already shed his mortal body, and what was left here was just an illusion.
"Since you're here, don't leave!"
Fu Hongyi smiled lightly, and his long sword suddenly left its sheath.
Whoosh!
A flash of blood light passed, and a miserable scream seemed to come from the Second Palace Master of the Blood River Palace in the distance!
(End of Chapter)
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