Chapter 40 The Cat's Desperate Struggle

The intense tearing sensation caused by the spatial distortion made Bai Qingchen's body, which was already on the verge of collapse, even worse.

He didn't know where he was teleported to, he just felt himself fall heavily onto the cold and wet ground, splashing mud and water.

Blood was oozing out of the wound on his abdomen, staining half of his clothes red.

Bai Qingchen curled up in the mud, and every weak breath was filled with a strong smell of blood.

The aftereffects of forcibly improving one's cultivation level backfired like a flood or a beast, draining away spiritual energy in the meridians and causing severe pain in the dantian as if it had been hollowed out.

Fatigue washed over me like a tide, and I couldn't collapse here yet because it wasn't safe.

He knew that if he completely lost consciousness, he would surely die in this situation.

They might even be eaten by the ferocious beasts that roam at night before Li Xiuyuan's men catch up with them.

Move, must move! The instinct for survival screamed madly.

He used all his strength to support himself with the help of Frost and Snow, and his eyelids felt heavy as if they were filled with lead.

The light in the vertical pupils had long since dimmed and disappeared, and even the half-demon ears and tail had completely vanished. All that was left was a person covered in blood, his breath as weak as a candle in the wind.

At this moment, a faint sound of breaking air was heard in the distance.

“There’s blood here!”

"He's running that way! Chase him!"

They are Li Xiuyuan's men. They caught up with us so quickly!

Bai Qingchen now does not have the spiritual power to activate the second teleportation talisman.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and three dark shadows appeared in his blurry vision like evil spirits seeking revenge.

"Found it! Here it is!"

"He's injured like this, he's almost like a dead dog!"

"The young master said, if he's alive, I want him to be seen. If he's dead, I want his body to be seen! Cut off his head and take it back!"

The masked man in the lead, who was close to the peak of foundation building, had a cruel look in his eyes. He raised his long sword and chopped it down fiercely at Bai Qingchen's neck!

The blade flashed with the cold light of death in the moonlight.

No! I can't die!

Bai Qingchen's fading consciousness came back to life again, and his eyes, which were almost closed, suddenly opened. His pupils instantly turned into cold and dazzling vertical pupils again!

A force even more violent than before was squeezed out from his broken body like a last ray of light.

At the moment when the long knife reached his neck, Bai Qingchen didn't know where he got the strength from, and his body suddenly bounced up like a taut bowstring!

His hand, stained with mud and blood, grabbed the hilt of the Frost Sword that was stuck diagonally in the mud at lightning speed!

"Looking for death!" The masked man's sword moves even faster!

However, Bai Qingchen's goal was not to block.

He grabbed Frost and Snow, and with a tragic posture of dying together, he ignored the blade that was chopping towards his neck and poured all his remaining strength into the Frost and Snow Sword in his hand!

The dull sound of the sharp blade entering the flesh was heard almost at the same time!

The masked man chopped down with his long knife, which hit Bai Qingchen's right arm, the bone was visible, and blood spurted out.

The ice-blue sword in Bai Qingchen's hand pierced the throat of the leading masked man with incredible precision.

The sword light continued to move forward, even piercing through the chests of the other two masked men who rushed up from behind!

Three foundation-building monks were killed instantly!

Bai Qingchen succeeded in his attack, and his body seemed to be drained of all its bones, and he fell heavily back into the mud.

The vertical pupils disappeared, and the consciousness slid into the boundless dark abyss like a candle in the wind. Only the hands were still tightly grasping the cold frost and snow.

He had a vague thought in his mind that next time, when Mo Zhiyuan taught him swordsmanship, he would definitely not be lazy.

Why was he unwilling to learn sword in his previous life? Was it because he was an alchemy practitioner, or because he couldn't learn it? Neither of those was the case. He just wanted Mo Zhiyuan to be by his side all the time and accompany him more.

At this moment, an even more powerful and angry aura descended like a meteorite.

Li Xiuyuan, he actually came after me in person!

Li Xiuyuan landed not far away and saw Bai Qingchen lying in the mud like a rag doll, and his three subordinates lying dead on the ground.

The muscles on his face twitched violently, and his eyes burned with anger that was enough to burn everything.

"A bunch of trash!" He cursed his dead subordinates in a low voice and walked towards Bai Qingchen step by step.

"Good! Very good! Bai Qingchen! You really surprise me time and time again! Half-demon bastard, you're quite tough!"

He walked to Bai Qingchen and looked at him as he was dying and had no power to resist.

He grabbed Bai Qingchen's blood-stained collar and threw him several meters away.

After suffering a series of injuries, Bai Qingchen closed his eyes tightly, his breath was almost inaudible, and his already exhausted consciousness completely sank into darkness.

Li Xiuyuan showed a twisted look of pleasure on his face and walked forward to give him the final blow.

Just as Li Xiuyuan was about to approach, something strange happened.

Bai Qingchen, who had been curled up on the ground, his life or death unknown, staggered to his feet. At this moment, his actions were based entirely on instinct.

Eyes without focus and spirit are not a sign of clear consciousness.

He gripped the hilt of the Frost Sword tightly, lifting it as if something was pulling it.

Li Xiuyuan sneered, "Why, are you ready to understand yourself first?"

The movements were not smooth, and even had a kind of dying stiffness and trembling. There were no exquisite changes in sword moves, and no gorgeous differentiation of sword light.

It was a sword move engraved in his memory, and the only one he knew.

Frost and Snow seemed to sense the dying call of its master, and the dull sword body suddenly burst out with unprecedented brilliance!

An extremely pure and cold ice-blue sword light burst out from the tip of the sword like a comet that cuts through the eternal darkness!

Wherever the sword light passed, the air seemed to be frozen, making a slight crackling sound!

The light was so dazzling that it instantly turned Li Xiuyuan's face, which was distorted by the pleasure of sadism, pale!

The hideous smile on his face froze instantly, and his eyes were filled with boundless horror and disbelief.

This sword energy comes from the person at the top of Hanyuan Peak, how is this possible!

There was no time to change any thoughts. The sword light was too fast and too domineering, carrying a terrifying power that locked onto the soul and ignored defense.

With a "whoosh" sound, it was like a red-hot iron piercing into ice and snow.

The dazzling sword light easily penetrated Li Xiuyuan, as if penetrating a layer of thin paper, and went straight through the center of his chest!

The sword light penetrated his body and plowed a bottomless gully on the ground behind him, extending for dozens of feet before slowly dissipating.

The expression on Li Xiuyuan's face was completely frozen, frozen in astonishment and bewildered fear.

He slowly lowered his head and looked at the huge hole in his chest. The light in his eyes quickly went out like a candle in the wind.

Bang!

The Blood-Eroding Sword slipped from his weak hands and fell to the ground.

Li Xiuyuan, the once high and mighty second senior brother of Lingxiao Sect, fell backward with incomprehensible fear, landing heavily in the mud, splashing muddy water.

His eyes were wide open, staring blankly at the dark night sky, and he died with his eyes open.

Bai Qingchen, who launched this shocking sword, still maintained the posture of wielding the sword.

In his right hand, he tightly grasped the Frost and Snow Sword, whose light was slowly fading, with the tip of the sword pointing directly in the direction where Li Xiuyuan fell. His body tilted slightly, as if he had used up his last bit of strength to fall backwards.

There was no expression on his blood-stained face, his eyes were still wide open, and the last bit of faint light in the depths of his pupils gradually dissipated.

There was a deathly silence in the wilderness.

Only the trace of coldness remaining on the Frost Sword transformed into a faint white mist under the moonlight, lingering around Bai Qingchen.

At the same time, thousands of miles away, deep in a cave that had been silent for who knows how many years.

Mo Zhiyuan, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes.

The original sword intent he left in the Frost and Snow Sword dissipated.

That was the last amulet he left for his Taoist companion. The dissipation of the sword's intent meant that the person holding the sword was in a desperate situation where he was sure to die.

A terrifying chill, mixed with a hint of panic that he himself had not even noticed, erupted from the cave like a world-destroying cold wave.

And in that bloody wilderness, a blurry figure wearing a gray cloak appeared silently under the moonlight like a ghost.

The visitor looked down at Li Xiuyuan's corpse, whose eyes were open in death, then looked at Bai Qingchen, who could hardly breathe in the mud, and finally his gaze fell on the bottomless ravine on the ground.

An incomprehensible exclamation seemed to emanate from beneath the cloak.

The figure squatted down, took off the storage bag from Li Xiuyuan's waist with swift movements, and put it away without even looking at it.

Then, he carefully avoided the horrific penetrating wound in Bai Qingchen's abdomen and gently picked him up.

The gray shadow's gaze lingered for a moment on Bai Qingchen's face, which was covered in mud and blood and as pale as paper. A very low muttering seemed to come from under the cloak: "Tsk, why are you in such a mess this time?"

Before he finished speaking, the gray shadow holding Bai Qingchen, along with the Frost and Snow Sword on the ground, became blurred and disappeared silently as if blending into the night.

When Mo Zhiyuan appeared here with the help of his spiritual sense, there were only a few cold corpses and a strong smell of blood, indicating that a brutal fight had taken place here.