Luo Jiujiang hadn't yet mastered the complex theories of the formation, much less the master's identity. But his master had taught him a simple, easy-to-understand, and life-threatening method for breaking it: kill one person, the sooner the better.
Once the formation is formed, the people who form the formation can take care of each other and can attack or defend with ease. People trapped in the formation are like hamsters in a running wheel, and they can work themselves to death without being able to find a way out.
Luo Jiujiang licked his cracked lips and thought to himself, Master, you are so lazy. This method is just a trick for fighting in a group. You just use it to get rid of me. Now you are really cheating your disciple.
Sword flashes approached, icy spikes erupted. Luo Jiujiang had no time for reflection. He glanced around and quickly selected a fellow Qi Refining Ninth Level sword cultivator as a breakthrough point. Suddenly, Luo Jiujiang let out a hawk-like cry, and in the blink of an eye, he swooped down like a large bird with wings spread.
If that little girl Xiao Ren was here, she would recognize it at a glance. This was the same move she had used against Luo Jiujiang before, at the cost of her life.
Luo Jiujiang was gambling. He was betting that since "Lord Lu Qi" wanted to kill him because he met Feng Xue, then no matter whether he was an enemy or a friend, he should at least have some understanding of Feng Xue, and his subordinates should also know Xiao Ren's tricks.
As expected, the swordsman let out a cry of surprise, his expression slightly startled, revealing a tiny opening. Luo Jiujiang's eyes lit up, and he changed his move mid-sentence—he had just copied the form and meaning of this move, just to try and bluff someone—with a flick of his long sword, waves surged like night, and wind blades swirled in the air. It was the "One Slash to Break the Wind Pavilion" move!
There were two sword tips approaching from behind, but Luo Jiujiang didn't care and was only determined to take the head of the person in front of him!
The muffled sound of a sharp object rubbing against flesh was far less shocking than the sight of a head rolling on the snow.
I don’t know if it was because he was frightened by seeing his companion die, but one of the two swords that were meant to stab Luo Jiujiang stopped midway, while the other sword went straight through Luo Jiujiang from under his armpits without hesitation.
Luo Jiujiang fell forward to break free from the sword tip, but his feet suddenly softened and he stumbled. At the critical moment, Luo Jiujiang failed to notice an ice spike and was immediately pierced through the calf by the sharp object.
The relentless sound of a longsword piercing the air from behind him persisted. Luo Jiujiang strained his hips and raised his hands, gripping the hilts with both hands to block his opponent's relentless strikes. With a swift sweep of his right leg, he tore free a vine from its grip around his ankle. The cultivator, mastering the Ice Art, held ill intentions, gathering ice blades into shape and stabbing at the two wounds on Luo Jiujiang's back. Unable to react, Luo Jiujiang groaned in resignation.
The next moment, Luo Jiujiang suddenly put away his knife and cut off the long vine on his calf that was drilling into the wound on his calf. In just this gap, three people immediately approached him.
For a while, the sound of weapons clashing was endless. Luo Jiujiang fought and retreated, with a killing whistle in his mouth, ready to strike.
At this critical moment, a meteor hammer whistled towards him from afar. Luo Jiujiang was unable to defend himself, and the wound on his back was hit hard. The pain was so severe that his eyes went black and he almost fainted. The man who had set a trap for Luo Jiujiang with the meteor hammer laughed loudly, wrapped his hammer around Luo Jiujiang's left arm, and pulled him forward. After two muffled sounds of bones cracking in the flesh, the man had already struck Luo Jiujiang with the knife.
He tucked Luo Jiujiang's long knife under his armpit, stepped on the wound on Luo Jiujiang's calf with a sly grin, held Luo Jiujiang's shoulder with one hand, and grasped Luo Jiujiang's left wrist with the other hand like an iron clamp: "Little bastard, let me teach you a lesson. It's not easy to survive here. You'd better save your cleverness for the next life!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he twisted his hands in opposite directions at the same time!
"Old Five is still so skillful." The monk who was holding the Ice Seal lowered his hand, bent down and picked up the decapitated head of his teammate, leaving behind the boy's scream of pain and the man's hearty laughter.
Because of this, he never understood until his death how the young man swung around at an almost impossible angle, grabbed the blade from under the man's armpit, pulled out his long knife, and took advantage of the tiny distance to stab the man in the heart!
Old Five's eyes widened, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth. He watched helplessly as the little brat, who had already been caught in his hand, bared his sharp white teeth and smiled brazenly: "Thank you for your advice, I'll return the favor to you!"
Luo Jiujiang's left arm hung limp, a blow to the meteor hammer's strength. He struggled, dislocating his shoulder, but now he had no energy left to recover. Having grasped his own blade with his bare hands, Luo Jiujiang's right hand was still bleeding. The situation was urgent, and with no second chance, Luo Jiujiang's grip was so tight that the flesh on his palm peeled back, revealing the bones.
He gasped heavily, swallowing back the blood that surged up his throat. He gripped his knife again, the hilt sinking into his flesh, almost touching his bone. Perhaps sensing its master's resolve, the blood-soaked blade began to hum deeply.
Luo Jiujiang looked miserable at this time.
However, faced with an opponent with one arm hanging down, two large holes poked in his torso, a bloody calf, and even a shaky stand, no one present dared to underestimate him.
There were two corpses lying on the ground, each silently telling the fate of those who underestimated this young man.
The blood that had splattered on the boy's face when he killed someone had dried and turned black, making his face look even more pale. However, beneath his handsome eyebrows, his eyes seemed to be burning with a raging fire that could burn the entire snowy plain to ashes!
"The flowers in the forest have faded their spring redness so quickly..."*1
A long chanting sound came from the distant wind and reached the ears of the two people in the stalemate.
The remaining ten people's expressions suddenly changed!
The chanting was neither fast nor slow, like the sound of snow falling from a sleeve, extremely elegant. However, in contrast, the cultivator practicing the Ice Art suddenly screamed and fell backward, a white feather arrow piercing through his forehead.
"Are they all Lu Qi's good dogs? Well, I'll kill them all, every one I find." The voice was erratic, as if it came from all directions at once. "It's still my old rule. Even the dying deserve a little entertainment. You can guess the last odd or even number."
The author has something to say: *1: Regarding the appearance of this new character, I studied the art form of the opening poem of Yuan Dynasty drama and puppetry, and I will explain it here^_^
Also, although I haven't seen many puppet shows, I think it's amazing that puppet culture can develop to this point =w=
Finally, thank you all for your concern yesterday =w=. I won't really use alcohol to bleach myself. I'll get 84 at most (not really!), and I've already passed the second test, although it was very thrilling. I won't take the third test for the time being, because I'm afraid my skin color will never be restored_(:3∠)_
Here is today's list of mines to thank:
Thanks to Mary Sue's red scarf mine x1
Thanks to carn for the mine x1
Thanks to the mine x1 for the deep v gun brother
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