Chapter 86

As the voice fell, the emaciated figure suddenly stirred, and a fierce wind surged around him. Without any visible effort, his body transformed from complete stillness to intense motion, leaping off the horse like an arrow.

His fingers stretched out, resembling eagle claws, with a green flame burning on them, reaching out to the sky.

It seemed as if the flame carried boundless power, causing the grass below to ignite spontaneously. His figure moved like a cheetah, so fast it was almost invisible.

A moment ago, he appeared to be a dying old man, but in the next moment, he was a fierce warrior at the peak of his power!

The flames burst forth, and Gao Yi's mind was slightly shaken, struggling to break free from the sword's momentum. In that instant, he felt a bit amused.

Could this Prince of Qiantianshan really think he could defeat a Xiantian martial artist?

Though he was a dual cultivator of spirit and martial arts, with unparalleled strength and talent, his mental acumen was truly baffling. One would think that such a patient person would not do something so foolish.

Or perhaps, he truly loved Gong Xinran to the bone?

Thinking of this, Gao Yi couldn't help but curl his lips in a slight smile. Though he wasn't shallow, he couldn't help but feel a bit smug at this moment.

Behind them, Su Chuxue and Gong Xinran also felt their hearts tighten. Chuxue had to divide her attention to protect Zong Shou's body, while Gong Xinran's gaze remained fixed on the green flame and the sword shadow.

In the darkness, three more sword shadows suddenly appeared in the clear light. Two black and one green, they emerged from behind the sword, piercing through Zong Shou's soul.

The old man surnamed Mi didn't seem to care, narrowing his eyes slightly, and his two large hands, like steel clamps, reached out to grab them.

Such spirit blades would require martial artists to be cautious, but to him, they were a joke, easily crushed with a single hand!

A Spirit Master at the Nourishing Spirit stage was as weak as an ant!

But in the next instant, the old man's eyes widened in shock. The sword shadows split into eight, their trajectories unpredictable, making it impossible to track them.

His two hands grabbed at empty air, and the six sword shadows continued to fly towards him.

"Cloud Light Illusion?"

A surprised exclamation, and the old man's body in mid-air suddenly sank, plummeting towards the ground at full speed.

But just as his body finally touched the ground, the six sword shadows followed closely.

There was no time to dodge, and the old man's expression turned cold. With a roar like a thunderclap, infused with true strength, he made the sword shadows disappear.

His two large hands shot out, grabbing the two black flying swords at the last moment.

Just as he was about to crush them, the old man's body trembled again, and a trickle of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth. His palms were each cut with a thin line of blood.

"Zong Shou's Lingyun Sect's Cloud Shocking God-Slaying Sword Intent! How is this possible?"

His internal energy was in chaos, colliding incessantly, and his face was filled with disbelief!

How could such a不起眼的符刀 carry sword intent?

In the next moment, several green sword shadows appeared before his eyes!

The old man's pupils constricted, and he couldn't muster the strength to dodge. His figure retreated rapidly, retreating ten zhang, until his internal energy stabilized and he could discern the true trajectory of the sword shadows. Then he suddenly reached out, grabbing three feet in front of him.

But this time, he missed again. The trajectory of the spirit blades changed, flying downward, directly piercing his chest.

"This is weapon control! No, it's the flying blade changing direction?"

If before, the old man was surprised but still maintained some composure, now he was truly shocked. His upper body twisted sharply, moving to the side at the last moment to avoid the vital organs. The green flying blade only pierced his left abdomen.

His eyes widened in anger, and he looked up.

"Brat, you dare to injure me!"

Infinite killing intent surged, and he was about to leap into the air to strike the soul. But the old man's figure suddenly froze, his pupils dilating. The shock that had just subsided filled his mind again.

He saw the green sword shadow above, now falling from a very close distance.

In the green smoke formed by Zong Shou's soul, it seemed as if there were a pair of cold eyes, looking down coldly.

What frightened him the most was the martial intent on the Pine Pattern Wind Sword, which was several times stronger than the spirit blades.

The sword shadow was just falling, but it carried a captivating aura!

This sword had no overwhelming power, but it was clear and graceful, like the moonlight, ethereal and silent, piercing through the air.

The speed was incredibly fast, as if it was part of the dark night itself!

When the old man saw it, the sword tip was already in front of his eyes, less than a foot away.

This time, the old man's face was filled with shock. With a wild roar, like a dying beast, he ignored the fluctuation of his qi and the wound in his abdomen. His feet retreated again, and green flames around him surged. He used all his strength to punch the sword shadow.

But the green Pine Pattern Wind Sword burst into a brilliant light. The entire sword seemed to transform into an invisible streak of light, piercing through his throat.

A single thrust and pull, and the old man's head soared high. His eyes wide open, he looked at his headless body below, filled with disbelief.

How could this be? How could this be? A Xiantian martial artist of the Earth Wheel Meridian, dying at the hands of a Spirit Master at the Nourishing Spirit stage?

Where did this Prince of Qiantianshan learn the flying blade technique? Why did the Lingyun Sect's Cloud Shocking God-Slaying Sword Intent appear in this boy's hands?

And that sword just now, controlled by the soul, how could it have such a terrifying aura?

No, that martial intent has already surpassed the level of sword intent!

What powerful being was this half-demon youth, reincarnated in the human world?

At this moment, the Blood Valley wasteland was silent, with no sound.

The scythe-tailed lion had stopped, its eyes wide open, watching this scene. Chuxue and Gong Xinran, standing above, were also dazed.

Did that Xiantian martial artist really die? Died by Zong Shou's sword?

The few remaining martial artists behind them were also stunned, looking at the distant head and the blood rain, unable to move, almost disbelieving.

In front, Gao Yi's face was pale, devoid of any color, his pupils dilated. He sat woodenly on the horse, letting the Wind Horse carry him away.

When the old man surnamed Mi was almost forced to the brink by Zong Shou's three spirit blades, it had already surprised him.

When he saw the old man surnamed Mi be beheaded by the sword like moonlight, his heart felt as if it had been slashed, feeling empty and his chest's qi surging like waves.

How could Mr. Mi die? With such formidable strength, how could he die at the hands of this child?

When he came to his senses, his face was immediately filled with fear!

At this moment, unprecedented regret filled his chest.

c@.

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