Chapter 86: Caught up.
After saying goodbye to Liu Liyue, Bu Xingjin and Qing Yan didn't stay there for long and set off directly.
This place is tens of thousands of miles away from the Far North, and the journey is not short. Even for a cultivator, it would take several days to fly without the help of a teleportation array.
The Far North is a land of constant snow and wind, its spiritual energy thin and violent. Bu Xingjin had read all this from ancient books.
As he rode the wind, he looked at the map Liu Liyue had given him and smacked his lips. "Miss Liu is truly thoughtful. The map is incredibly clear, showing exactly which snowy mountains are prone to ice storms and which patches of ice are likely to crack."
Qing Yan was flying his sword beside him, keeping silent.
His sword light could obviously be much faster, but it always hung not too far from Bu Xingjin.
Hearing Bu Xingjin's words, Qing Yan just snorted lightly.
Bu Xingjin saw that although this guy didn't say anything, his eyes were like knives, constantly scanning the surrounding clouds, as if he was guarding against something.
Bu Xingjin had long been accustomed to his cold demeanor and muttered to himself, "The side entrance to the Buried Sword Cave is under the Soul-Splitting Glacier. That place is completely covered in icy fog, and it's impossible to find it without a map. It's just that the three-fold sword spirit sounds difficult to deal with, especially the phantom sword spirit in the first fold. It's said to be able to evoke obsession in people..."
He suddenly became interested and turned around to ask, "Qing Yan, do you have any obsessions?"
Qing Yan's flying figure froze for a moment, almost imperceptibly, and the sword light under his feet shook.
"No."
The voice was as cold as if it had been plucked out of ice, but his knuckles gripping the hilt of the sword tightened unconsciously.
Bu Xingjin was disappointed and touched his nose in disappointment. He stopped talking and concentrated on getting on his way.
He quietly used the soul-controlling method he had learned when he was overcoming the tribulation, and immediately felt that the spiritual power in his body was like a flood that had been opened. His speed suddenly doubled, and his body became much lighter.
This feeling of overflowing power made him feel comfortable all over, and he wished he could find an opponent on the spot to stretch his muscles.
…
The two flew for a whole day and night.
The surrounding scenery changed from green mountains and clear waters to barren wasteland, and the air became colder and colder.
On the distant horizon, a white line can be seen, which is the outline of the Arctic ice field.
Just as they were thinking about finding a place to rest, Qing Yan's sword suddenly made a low humming sound and the sword body trembled continuously.
"Someone is coming." Qing Yan suddenly stopped and hung in the air, his face instantly gloomy.
Bu Xingjin immediately took a deep breath and scanned the empty wilderness vigilantly: "Where is it? Why can't I feel it?"
His spiritual perception was much stronger, but it was still far behind Qing Yan's sword's sensitivity to murderous aura.
"Three of you, you are full of murderous intent, restrain your breath." Qing Yan's hand was already on the hilt of the sword.
As soon as he finished speaking, three black shadows came rushing over from the horizon, as fast as ghosts, and in the blink of an eye they were within a hundred feet.
The man in the lead was holding a bronze compass in his hand, with the needle on it pointing at Qing Yan. The tip of the needle was emitting a faint golden light. It was the Soul-Chasing Disk that Liu Liyue had mentioned.
"People from Luo Tianmen." Qing Yan uttered a few words, his voice calm, but a cold light flashed in his eyes.
Bu Xingjin's heart skipped a beat.
Luo Tianmen was a major sect in this area, known for its dominance and protectiveness, but why did they insist on hunting down Qing Yan? And why did they even resort to such a desperate struggle?
"Let's go!" Bu Xingjin made a quick decision and reached out to pull Qingyan.
The three people opposite have strong auras and their cultivation is definitely not lower than theirs. Only a fool would dare to confront them head-on.
Qing Yan didn't move at all. He stared at the leading man in black and slowly drew out his sword.
The sword illuminated the surroundings, golden light flowed, and an unparalleled sharp sword intent rose into the sky, causing the air to begin to distort.
"I can't escape. The Soul Chasing Disk locks onto my sword aura, unless I destroy it."
The three Luo Tianwei formed a triangle shape and surrounded him without a word.
The leader put away the compass, and his hoarse voice echoed across the wilderness: "The master decrees that you be killed!"
Before he finished speaking, the three of them attacked at the same time. The three black knives drew three strange arcs, interweaving into a large net of sword energy, covering Qing Yan's head.
This is Luo Tianmen's unique skill, three fatal moves, with a fierce attack that blocks all opportunities for dodging.
"Looking for death!" Bu Xingjin shouted angrily, and the Blood River Knife was instantly in his hand. Just as he was about to rush forward, he was stopped by Qing Yan.
"Stand back, they're coming for me."
Qing Yan turned his wrist, and the long sword drew a perfect trajectory. The sword light suddenly increased, turning into a huge golden Tai Chi diagram, and crashed into the knife net.
boom--!
The sword light and the knife energy collided with each other, causing a thunderous sound. The violent air wave turned upside down the dead grass and gravel within a radius of 100 meters.
Bu Xingjin was so shocked by this force that his blood and energy surged, and he retreated more than ten steps before he could stand firm.
He looked at the field in horror. The combined attack of the three Luo Tianwei was so fierce, but Qing Yan took it with just one sword!
The first attack failed, and the three Luo Tianwei crossed each other's bodies, and the second wave of attack came again.
This time the knife skills were more tricky, and every move was aimed at Qing Yan's vital points, especially the knife from the man behind him, which had an extremely sinister angle.
Qing Yan's sword power was as steady as a rock, his moves were wide-ranging, and the sword light flowed around him to protect his body, completely dissolving all attacks.
Bu Xingjin was horrified as he watched from the side, and he found that he couldn't intervene at all.
The pace of the battle between the four people was too fast and the spiritual pressure was frighteningly strong. He could only hold the Blood River Knife tightly and stare without blinking, wanting to find an opportunity to launch a sneak attack, but he was afraid that if he rushed in rashly, he would become a burden to Qing Yan.
At this moment, the man in black on the left suddenly pulled away, flashed in front of Bu Xingjin like a ghost, and stabbed him in the heart with the black knife in his hand.
They actually want to get rid of this "burden" first!
The incident happened too quickly, and Bu Xingjin had no time to react. A cold sense of death instantly jumped from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
bite!
With a crisp sound, Qing Yan's sword was placed in front of him at the last moment, blocking the fatal blow without a single mistake.
But this distraction also completely exposed Qing Yan's weakness.
The other two men in black seized the opportunity and slashed his back with their swords.
puff!
Qing Yan groaned, spat out a mouthful of blood, and staggered forward uncontrollably.
"Qing Yan!" Bu Xingjin's eyes suddenly turned red, and the spiritual power in his body instantly went out of control.
"You all must die!"
He roared, and the newly-realized soul-controlling method was pushed to the extreme. The thin spiritual energy between heaven and earth was forcibly pulled over by him and poured into the Blood River Knife like crazy.
The blade hummed hungrily, blood shone brightly, and a violent, bloodthirsty aura exploded with him as the center.
The man in black who attacked was frightened by the momentum and slowed down his movements.
Just this half beat has determined his life or death.
Bu Xingjin's figure disappeared from the spot, and when he reappeared, he was already behind the man in black. The Blood River Knife left a bloody afterimage and passed across his neck.
A human head flew into the sky, and hot blood splashed all over Bu Xingjin's head and face.
The smell of blood stimulated his nerves. Bu Xingjin didn't even look at them. He turned around and pounced on the other two people. There was only one thought in his mind - kill!
"How dare a mere ant be so arrogant!" The two remaining Luo Tianwei were not surprised but angry when they saw their companions being killed. They abandoned Qing Yan and crossed their swords to chop at Bu Xingjin's limbs, intending to cripple him first.
Bu Xingjin did not dodge or evade, but poured all his spiritual power into the blade and rushed forward head-on, with a completely tactic of fighting to die together!
“Back off!”
Just before the blade was about to hit his body, a cold hand suddenly grabbed the back of his collar and pulled him back violently.
It’s Qing Yan.
His face was frighteningly pale, with blood still hanging from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.
"The knife has a bone-eating poison on it. If it gets on you, you'll be useless."
Qing Yan protected Bu Xingjin behind him, and the long sword in his hand suddenly let out a clear dragon roar.
A sword intent far more powerful and vast than before burst out from his body, pressing down the gravel on the ground so hard that it trembled.
The two Luo Tianwei's expressions changed drastically. They felt a fear from the depths of their souls from this sword intent.
This is definitely not the power that a cultivator from the lower realm should have!
"This power... Impossible!" The leader screamed, "Who are you?"
Qing Yan did not answer.
He slowly raised his sword, pointing the tip toward the sky.
The clouds in the sky gathered and spun without warning, forming a huge vortex. Golden electric snakes were scurrying around in it, emitting a heart-pounding aura of destruction.
"This aura..." another person's voice was twisted and sharp with fear. "You are from the upper realm!"
"It's too late to realize it now." Qing Yan's voice was calm, but it hit the two people's hearts like a sledgehammer.
The sword in his hand slowly fell.
There was no earth-shattering noise, nor any gorgeous, dazzling light effects.
Bu Xingjin only felt a flash before his eyes, and he seemed to be separated from this world. Time and space lost their meaning. The only thing left in his vision was a golden sword light that was not very bright. It hung down from the sky and instantly submerged the two men in black.
The expressions on the faces of the two arrogant Luo Tianwei were frozen in extreme fear. Then, their bodies, along with the black knives in their hands, disappeared silently bit by bit, turning into ashes and blown away by the wind.
With just one sword, two powerful enemies were wiped out from the world.
Bu Xingjin stared at the scene in front of him, his mind blank.
Is this Qing Yan’s true strength?
The wilderness returned to dead silence, as if the fierce battle just now had never happened.
Qing Yan sheathed his sword, his body swayed, his face paler than snow. It was obvious that forcibly using this move had exhausted him greatly.
"How are you?" Bu Xingjin hurried forward to support him. His palm touched the fabric of his back, which was wet, cold and sticky, and covered in blood.
"It's okay." Qing Yan waved his hand, took out a pill and swallowed it, and his face looked a little better.
He glanced at Bu Xingjin, who was covered in blood. The madness in his eyes had not yet faded, but there was a fierceness that was not there before.
"Thank you for what you did just now." Qing Yan's voice was a little complicated.
If Bu Xingjin had not risked his life to buy him a chance to catch his breath, he might not have been able to use that sword.
"We are companions, why are we talking about this?" Bu Xingjin grinned.
Qing Yan stared at him for a moment and nodded slightly.
Bu Xingjin walked to the headless corpse, squatted down and began to feel around.
"What are you looking for?" Qing Yan asked.
"Let's see if there's anything valuable. We can't fight this battle in vain." Bu Xingjin said as a matter of course.
Soon, he took out a black storage bag and the soul-chasing disk.
Bu Xingjin used his spiritual power to probe into the bag. Inside were about a hundred low-grade spirit stones, two bottles of healing pills, and three black iron tokens engraved with the word "Juesha". They should be Luo Tianwei's identity cards.
"Luo Tianwei..." Bu Xingjin stroked the token and handed the Soul Chasing Plate to Qing Yan, "This thing can track you, how do I do it?"
Qing Yan took the compass, glanced at the flashing light in the center of the compass, flicked his finger, and a barely visible sword energy passed by, and the compass shattered.
"This is the mother and child plate. The mother plate is in the hands of the Luotian Sect's leader. Once the child plate is destroyed, the mother plate will be useless."
Bu Xingjin was relieved and put the storage bag away. "The harvest was good, shall we split it equally?"
"They all belong to you. These things are useless to me." Qing Yan shook his head.
Bu Xingjin was not polite and accepted it frankly. This was something he had paid for with his life.
After this fight, there was a lot more tacit understanding between the two.
"We have to hurry." Qing Yan looked at the sky. The sun was already close to the horizon and a cold wind was blowing across the wilderness. "Once Luo Tianmen finds someone dead, they will definitely send more people."
Bu Xingjin nodded, supported Qing Yan, and the two of them sped up and plunged into the Arctic ice field ahead.
The wind and snow grew stronger and stronger, soon engulfing their figures.
…
Less than half an hour after they left, the leader Xuan Chenzi suddenly rushed out of the Luotian Sect's secret room.
He stared at the shattered Soul-Chasing Mother Plate in his hand, his face ashen and his eyes filled with raging rage.
"Order! All elders and core disciples, head to the Arctic Icefield immediately. Capture and kill Qing Yan at all costs! Alive or dead!"
At this time, Bu Xingjin and Qing Yan had already gone deep into the ice field and found an ice cave sheltered from the wind to temporarily stay.
Qing Yan sat cross-legged to heal his wounds, while Bu Xingjin stood beside him to protect him.
He looked at Qing Yan's pale profile, his heart a mess. That shocking sword, and Luo Tianwei's cry before his death, countless questions filled his chest.
After hesitating for a long time, he finally asked softly: "Qing Yan, who... are you?"
The ice cave suddenly became quiet, with only the sound of howling wind and snow outside.
Bu Xingjin saw that Qing Yan's long eyelashes trembled slightly, but he did not open his eyes, nor did he answer.
Silence.
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