"You old bastard!" Jiu Jianxian pointed the blood-dripping sword tip at the corpse of Xuanji Zi, eyes filled with venom and madness, "You looked down on me! You scolded me every day! What a load of crap about chivalry and morality! In this world, only Power is eternal! The strong rule! Now, open your dog eyes and see who the real strong one is! Hahahaha!"
Staring at the visage of his master, hearing the treacherous words of this disciple who had killed his teacher, an uncontrollable fury exploded within Xiao Jie’s chest! His eyes turned blood red, almost dripping blood! Without a moment’s hesitation, his whole being transformed into a thunderbolt of revenge, the steel knife in his hand carrying boundless hatred and fierce murder intent, slashing down at Jiu Jianxian from above like a chilling gleam tearing through the air!
Jiu Jianxian’s maniacal laughter abruptly stopped, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, clearly not expecting Xiao Jie’s reaction to be so swift and his killing intent so intense! But his response was just as quick; the crimson longsword in his hand shook, instantly raising several bizarre sword blossoms, precisely meeting Xiao Jie’s blade! As sword and saber clashed, a piercing "clang clang" resonated, and sparks flew everywhere!
Xiao Jie’s strike was filled with hatred, the blade’s momentum like a raging storm, unending, each strike faster than the last, every cut targeting the vital parts around Jiu Jianxian’s body!
He unleashed the Gale Saber Technique with full force, the violent sword energy tearing through the air, plowing deep marks into the ground! Yet, Jiu Jianxian appeared at ease, that crimson longsword in his hand seemed to possess a life of its own, the sword moves cunning and twisted, at times gentle and clinging, at times fierce and violent. What shocked Xiao Jie even more was that Jiu Jianxian’s swordsmanship carried a corrosive cold and yin power, initially not very apparent, but after dozens of strikes, Xiao Jie felt his limbs turn cold, his blood nearly congealing.
Could this be the effect of some Cold Internal Power?
No, this definitely isn’t the effect of Inner Strength; with the level of his Tiger Roar Dragon Cry Divine Skill, it was impossible for Jiu Jianxian to affect and erode him through Inner Strength.
He suddenly noticed the blood-colored aura swirling around the blade of Jiu Jianxian’s sword, and during their battle, every clash of blade and sword caused that blood-colored aura to disperse, now enveloping the area around them.
The battle must be concluded swiftly! It can’t be dragged on, or else it will become dire.
Xiao Jie’s mind raced, and his blade suddenly changed in momentum! Originally violent and ferocious, the blade light instantly became elusive, making it difficult to distinguish between real and fake! The blade’s trajectory was like a ghost drifting, an antelope with horns hung with no trace to follow—it was the Phantom Annihilation Blade Technique he had been meticulously cultivating all these years!
Now, he had mastered this technique to perfection, capable of unleashing its true power.
Jiu Jianxian also felt the pressure, his expression turning serious.
After exchanging a few more moves, Xiao Jie’s figure suddenly flickered, as if he had manifested multiple avatars, his silhouette appearing all around Jiu Jianxian.
But this was the afterimage effect created during rapid movement.
Several indistinguishable blade shadows simultaneously attacked the vital acupuncture points around Jiu Jianxian’s body!
"Hmph! Petty tricks!" Jiu Jianxian snorted coldly, instead of retreating, he advanced, the longsword thrusting out at an extremely bizarre angle, the crimson glow on the sword tip surged, precisely tapping the blade hilt of Xiao Jie’s true body! "Break!"
A bone-chilling and sinister power surged wildly along the blade! Xiao Jie felt his arm go cold, suddenly stiffening, and his blade momentum stalled!
He was horrified: What kind of Spell is this? He had never seen something in his experience.
Hastily, he pulled back to retreat, seeing Xiao Jie wounded, Jiu Jianxian sneered, "Now it’s my turn!"
Seizing the advantage, the longsword swung, carrying a swath of crimson blood light, entwining Xiao Jie like a maggot on a bone. The sword moves were viciously sinister, each strike carrying an insidiously corrupting power interiorly, forcing Xiao Jie to retreat repeatedly, in constant peril!
At the brink of life and death, Xiao Jie gave it his all! He instantaneously channeled his lifetime’s power to its peak! His mighty Inner Strength not only filled his entire being but also poured into the treasure sword.
His figure abruptly ascended and twisted, the steel knife in his hand emitted a piercing wail!
Secret Technique—Wind Roll Cloud!
The sword light instantly transformed into a fearsome vortex that could shred everything! The violent sword energy frantically spun and sliced, churning up endless sand, stones, and vegetation, the momentum terrifying! The unmatched blade intent locked onto Jiu Jianxian, vowing to pulverize him into fine dust!
Facing this apocalyptic momentum of the blade, Jiu Jianxian’s face revealed a trace of a cruel and disdainful smile. He didn’t dodge nor evade, merely stood with the crimson longsword upright before him, rapidly chanting a cryptic incantation!
"Blood Fiend Protects, weapons shall not harm! Transform blood into force, repel calamity and reverse harm!"
The crimson halo on the longsword abruptly surged, instantly forming an immensely solid blood-colored barrier filled with strange runes, firmly shielding Jiu Jianxian within!
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The frenzied sword energy vortex fiercely smashed into the blood-colored barrier! Xiao Jie unleashed over a dozen fierce sword energies in an instant, yet, that seemingly indomitable Wind Roll Cloud, upon striking the blood-colored shield, was like a mud ox entering the sea! The fierce sword energy was continuously devoured and dissolved by that layer of viscous and sinister blood light! Holding out for scarcely an instant, the sword energy vortex then spectacularly disintegrated!
What! Xiao Jie’s strike fell short, his heart immediately filled with shock and fury.
As expected, it was a Spell! And not just any ordinary Spell.
At this moment, Xiao Jie’s old strength was spent, new strength not yet born! His defenses completely exposed.
In that fleeting instant, Jiu Jianxian’s eyes erupted with murderous intent! The blood-colored shield instantly retracted, concentrating at the sword tip! His figure, like a ghost, approached with the crimson longsword transforming into an extremely swift bloodline, accompanied by a piercing howl, slashing obliquely towards Xiao Jie’s right arm holding the knife!