He said he was going to draw his sword, but Yin Biyue only had time to pull it out half an inch.
The dark shadow in the bushes had been gathering momentum for a long time, and once it jumped out, it would not let him get the upper hand.
The dry grass in the fields bent down fiercely, and the black shadow slapped Yin Biyue's right shoulder. A huge demonic aura pressed down, and Yin Biyue used his sword to block it. Yihu was still in the sheath, and with a humming sound, it collided with the demonic aura.
Suddenly, a bright light flashed before his eyes, and the dagger in the opponent's sleeve attacked his face directly. The sharp light made his eyes sting for a moment. Yin Biyue turned his wrist, and Yihu changed from blocking to stabbing, deflecting the dagger, but his feet were caught off guard and took two steps back, and then he could see the black shadow clearly.
Different from the two pale-skinned demon cultivators I had seen in the South Continent, the other party was wrapped in a tight black cloth, his realm was introverted, and it was hard to tell the depth of his realm, revealing only a pair of cold and sharp eyes.
It was a long time later that Yin Biyue learned that these people with exactly the same attire had a common name: hunters in the wilderness.
They live, wander and rob in the wilderness, and their prey is lone travelers. They usually know how to fight, and after patient observation and long ambushes, they judge the strength of their prey and then kill them with one blow.
Now, the hunter's whereabouts were exposed, and he failed to kill Yin Biyue after a sudden attack. According to experience, he should leave as quickly as possible. But he didn't.
Because the two men's robes were beautifully crafted, they looked very rich, and their expressions were innocent and naive. After this hunt, they should have enough food for half a year. It was a good deal.
Yin Biyue didn't know what the other party was thinking. In fact, it only took a moment from holding the sword horizontally to picking up the dagger. The Yihu Sword failed to be unsheathed at the first moment, which made him panic for a moment, but he quickly calmed down and took two steps back to subconsciously use "Treading Mountains and Rivers".
These two steps were extremely fast and bought him time.
The Yihu sword was unsheathed, and the white figure leaped high into the air, accompanied by a loud and long cry that echoed in the wilderness, and pressed down on the opponent like a bird flying into the forest.
While he was in mid-air, the weeds on the ground suddenly parted to both sides, extending ten feet away.
The sword energy is as turbulent as the waves in the sea.
It was the 'Crane's Cry in the Clouds' of Cangya's swordsmanship.
He is now in the Hinayana realm, his true essence and swordsmanship are no longer what they used to be. The power of this sword is ten times greater than that of the one at the Flower Breaking Contest.
At the same moment when he drew his sword, Yin Biyue's sea of consciousness had already rapidly calculated a hundred possible responses of his opponent, even twenty moves beyond his own.
But he didn't expect that the other party ignored his sword at all.
The dagger cut through the air and slashed towards his throat, cleanly and neatly, like cutting weeds that were blocking the road.
Because it was so simple and incredibly fast, the trajectory formed a black arc of light.
The hunter was confident that he was faster than him, or at least as fast. Then when Yin Biyue's sword pierced his heart, he would also cut Yin Biyue's throat.
“Sizzle—”
The dagger's sharp blade emitted white gas. It was the sound of the protective essence of the Hinayana practitioner being broken.
In just a fraction of a second, Yin Biyue even felt the chill that penetrated deep into his bones.
Even though his sword had already pierced the opponent's body, only half an inch away from the heart, he was forced to change his tactics and draw his sword to defend himself.
Because he was really scared.
It was not until this moment that he finally understood what the Sword Master had just said.
This was a true life-and-death struggle. The opponent's desperate fighting style of exchanging injuries for injuries was far different from the Zhehua Club.
Facing an enemy who has no fear of death, all sophisticated sword moves and calculations become meaningless.
Yin Biyue fell to the ground, and the hunter did not give him any chance to breathe. The black arc of the dagger's sharp blade cut through the air, and the trajectory condensed into a thin line.
Countless yellow grass leaves were cut where the lines passed, with smooth cuts, dancing wildly in the autumn wind.
The trajectory of the dagger turned into a net, dividing the space on the wasteland into pieces.
This is a hunter's net.
Yin Biyue was trapped in this net, unable to move forward or backward.
“Clang, clang, clang—”
The tight and sharp collision sounds echoed violently. In a breath, every time the Yihu sword met with each line, it was like hitting the dagger tens of millions of times.
Yin Biyue turned his wrist and thrust his long sword straight at the ground beneath his feet. Deep cracks appeared on the ground, and countless wisps of sword energy burst out from his body, cutting through the overwhelming black net.
He drew his sword, sending dirt and rubble flying everywhere.
The cold air suddenly came, and the dead grass in the field was covered with thick white frost.
Cold Water Sword!
The hunter came flying over with a dagger in his hand, ready to engage him in direct combat.
Yin Biyue was very sure that his sword would cut off the opponent's dagger.
No one knows Yihu's sharpness and hardness better than him.
However, the next moment, his sword did not fall.
Because the dagger in the opponent's right hand suddenly slipped out of his hand and was thrown at his face, while a long knife suddenly appeared in his left hand and slashed at his waist and abdomen.
Hiding a knife in one's sleeve.
The enemy never said he only had a dagger.
No matter how favorable the situation may seem, it would be foolish to let the hunter get close.
"laugh--"
White smoke rose up, and the protective essence of the body shattered.
The method is shameless, but effective.
Yin Biyue blocked Lei Ting's dagger, but was unable to defend himself against the long sword.
The long sword came with great force, and the demonic energy was not strong, but it still broke through his body's protective essence. Thin lines of blood oozed out of his Taoist robe.
He changed his sword quickly enough so that he wasn't cut in half.
From the time they started fighting until now, although both sides had used many moves, the battle lasted only half a cup of tea.
Yin Biyue had been in extremely dangerous situations twice.
This reminded him of his experience in the dark cave in Mount Titian. If his senior brother was here, he would still be a drag.
It's terrible.
It was obvious that he had been guided by the world's number one swordsman all the way, and it was obvious that he had broken through to the Hinayana realm.
Still no progress at all.
Yin Biyue used his true energy to seal the wound in his abdomen, his face as calm as water.
The long sword came through the wind.
A huge demonic aura exploded in the wilderness. With the blade as the center, the weeds in the surrounding areas were crushed into powder, rustling like rain.
The hunter finally used his most powerful means, because he was sure that his opponent had just been stabbed and was in a state of panic.
If he wanted to draw his sword, he would not be able to avoid the blow.
If he wants to retreat, he can only retreat from now on.
Yin Biyue simply turned sideways and drew his sword at the same time.
The violent true energy was poured out, but it was not in broad daylight.
He flew towards the blade, his Taoist robe fluttering in the wind.
There was no light, no sound of swords.
All the resentment in my heart was cut out with one sword!
Yihu felt the master's intention and cried loudly between heaven and earth.
Then the autumn wind became silent, and the only sound left in the wilderness was the sound of this sword!
The sword master behind the weeds looked slightly surprised.
At this point in the battle, he showed expression for the first time.
A moment later, the swords did not meet and sank into the opponent's body at the same time.
Hunters would not use magic energy to protect their bodies, as that was considered a waste. However, Yin Biyue chose to use all his true energy on his sword.
So at this moment there was silence, only blood splattering.
The black and red blood turned into flowers blooming in the sky.
The hunter's eyes were frozen in shock.
He couldn't understand why his opponent's sword was faster than his. What went wrong?
Yin Biyue drew his sword, and the dead demon cultivator fell backwards, hitting the ground, and smoke and dust rose up.
The opponent's long sword was also pulled out of his body, just millimeters away from piercing his heart.
Blood flowed down the sword, and the wind was filled with a strong smell of blood.
The Sword Master came out.
Yin Biyue looked confused, "Master, I didn't do well... He and I are at the same level, but I almost lost to him."
The Sword Master patted his shoulder and said, "It's all about life and death, not winning or losing."
There was one more thing Wei Jingfeng didn't say. This person's realm was actually higher than his apprentice's, but his magic cultivation method was special and it was not easy for him to show his pressure.
Yin Biyue was patted on the shoulder by his master. His depression and confusion disappeared.
He chuckled softly.
The burning setting sun fell on the wasteland, illuminating his blood-stained white hair and brows.
*************
Luo Mingchuan had been at the border of the Western Continent for seven days. This time, he brought more than 300 disciples of Cangya down the mountain. They split up halfway, with one team escorting the refugees northward and the other team following him to the west to exorcise demons.
Traces of the rampage left by the demon cultivators could be seen everywhere on the road, and they had fought with a few lone demon cultivators, but they had yet to encounter a large group of demon cultivators.
Until we entered this town.
The town was not prosperous to begin with, and now it was completely empty, not even the crowing of chickens or the barking of dogs could be heard. The streets were littered with scattered bundles and sundries, showing how hasty the escape was. Fortunately, there were no bodies or bloodstains, which must have meant that the townspeople had received the news in advance.
But there is still plenty of demonic energy in this town.
There are still some evil cultivators hiding here, but the enemy is in the dark while they are in the light.
"Be alert at all times and don't let the team disperse. I'll go to a higher place to take a look." Luo Mingchuan gave instructions and flew towards the tower in the town.
He had great prestige among his disciples, and no one raised any objections to any arrangements he made along the way. And subsequent facts proved that his decisions were always the most appropriate and effective.
Luo Mingchuan looked out from the tower, and the desolate town was in full view. Compared with Galan's pupil technique, his spiritual awareness seemed useless. He didn't need to climb high deliberately, but just to prevent others from seeing the clues of his technique.
This was the first time he used pupil skills since coming down the mountain, because he had been deliberately reducing his reliance on it.
The demon cultivators showed their presence in his eyes. There were at least a dozen of them gathered in the mansion on the east side of the town. They knew a special concealment technique that could conceal their aura and avoid being observed by the divine sense. This kind of exquisite concealment should be from the people of the "Green Palace" in the Twelve Palaces.
Luo Mingchuan was concentrating on watching, but suddenly he took three steps back.
As soon as he took a step, the blue bricks where he had just stood exploded!
The entire tower shook slightly. Behind the smoke and dust, the enemy's shadowy figures appeared. Five people, whose cultivation levels were unknown, blocked all the escape routes around him.
Cangya's disciples moved upon hearing the sound, and some of them ran towards the tower.
Luo Mingchuan shouted as he made his move,
"Don't come over here! Be careful!"
Before he finished speaking, miserable wails rang out from the team. At the moment when they were distracted by the explosion, they did not notice the demon cultivator approaching them silently.
The golden light of the Buddhist handprint lit up on the tower. This was the fastest way to break out. The enemy in front of him was blasted away, but the remaining three quickly gathered together.
One of them has the highest cultivation level, and the other two follow him.
To catch a thief, you must first catch the leader. The Chenzhou sword was unsheathed and slashed forward with a sharp sword energy.
The tower cracked under Luo Mingchuan's feet, and the cracks extended all the way, with gravel and dust flying all over the sky. It seemed as if there was life gathering around the sword, and together with the sword's edge, it slashed at the enemy.
Like millions of swords.
The rich demonic aura of the two people opposite condensed into a real wall, blocking the other person in front of him, while that person's hands changed rapidly, and thousands of swords formed by the demonic aura flew into the air.
The roar of bells was deafening, and countless swords from both sides met in the air.
Luo Mingchuan was eager to get down from the tower to help Cangya's disciples, and he attacked without reservation.
"boom--"
The wall of demonic energy was broken, and sword energy was everywhere. The two demon cultivators suffered severe backlash and their hearts were shattered.
The fragile tower finally couldn't bear the weight and collapsed.
In the overwhelming smoke and dust, the man stood in the air, still forming seals. His expression did not change at all, as if he had not seen his companions fall or die. Ten thousand swords appeared out of thin air.
Luo Mingchuan's heart sank, knowing that he had underestimated the other party's strength and reaction.
There was no time to mobilize the sword, but his eyes were faster than the sword.
His pupils shrank slightly, and the magic swords in front of him shattered into pieces. This bought him time to draw his sword.
The sinking boat broke through the encirclement and arrived in front of the enemy.
The other party suddenly withdrew his hand, with a look of shock, and let the gravel and soil penetrate his body. Blood gushed out like a fountain.
Finally, the sword pierced his heart, but he looked into Luo Mingchuan's eyes and shouted,
“Your Majesty…”
Then it fell from the air and landed in the ruins of the tower.
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