Chapter 92

Although his techniques were inferior to those of the Blood Blade Patriarch, Li Wucheng made up for it with his internal strength. In the world created by Jin Lao, there was a saying that one force could overcome ten techniques. Therefore, in the battle, Li Wucheng had the upper hand.

Using a few moves of the Wu Liang Sword Technique, he forced the Blood Blade Patriarch to retreat step by step. Li Wucheng thrust his sword again, and the long sword reflected a faint blue light, the cold and sharp sword tip pointing at the Blood Blade Patriarch's chest.

The Blood Blade Patriarch parried with his blade, and with a "clang," the blade and sword met. The shock made his tiger's mouth hurt, and the Blood Blade almost slipped from his hand. He thought, "What formidable internal strength."

Knowing that Li Wucheng's internal strength was much deeper than his own, the more they fought, the more the Blood Blade Patriarch deeply realized the gap in their internal strength.

Daring not to let his Blood Blade touch the Leng Bi Sword again, the Blood Blade Patriarch's blade techniques became even more bizarre, often striking Li Wucheng from unimaginable angles.

The Blood Blade techniques were devious and strange, different from orthodox blade techniques. When the Blood Blade Patriarch fully unleashed the power of his blade techniques, it made Li Wucheng flustered for a moment.

Forced into a busy state, the Blood Blade Patriarch could not break through Li Wucheng's defensive circle. The Leng Bi Sword guarded his face, and every move was accompanied by a whistling sound, making the Blood Blade Patriarch dare not advance further.

Seeing the continuous blood-colored blade light chopping towards him, surrounding him, Li Wucheng frowned, realizing that this could not continue, and began to think of a change.

Although Li Wucheng's techniques were inferior to those of the Blood Blade Patriarch, he was very confident in his lightness skills. After forcing the Blood Blade Patriarch back with one sword strike, he took a step, perfectly matching the "Gui Yuan Step."

Currently, the lightness skills Li Wucheng knew were the Ling Bo Wei Bu, Gui Yuan Step, and Phantom Shift. Among them, the Ling Bo Wei Bu was a fifth-rank martial art, while the Gui Yuan Step and Phantom Shift were fourth-rank martial arts.

Although the San Cai Gui Yuan Palm was a fifth-rank martial art, it included mental techniques, palm techniques, and body techniques. The Gui Yuan Step alone did not reach the fifth rank.

Li Wucheng had advanced the San Cai Gui Yuan Palm to the first level, and the Gui Yuan Step naturally reached the first level as well. The three steps were already perfected, and he had entered the realm of the four steps.

The Ling Bo Wei Bu had not yet reached the first level, and the power of the four steps already surpassed the current Ling Bo Wei Bu. Since Li Wucheng did not intend to hold back, he naturally used the four steps.

Suddenly, the scene before him blurred, and figures flickered before his eyes. The Blood Blade Patriarch felt as if millions of sword shadows were chopping towards him.

Sharp forces attacked from all directions, and the Blood Blade Patriarch's face tightened. He slashed his Blood Blade diagonally, aiming at the source of the crisis.

With a "ding," the sword shadows disappeared, and the Blood Blade and the Leng Bi Sword met again. The Blood Blade Patriarch felt a surging force transmitted through the blade, and he could not hold onto the Blood Blade, which flew into the air.

After sending the Blood Blade flying, Li Wucheng did not stop. His left hand formed a palm and struck towards the Blood Blade Patriarch. The palm wind was fierce and made a loud sound.

The sword struck from the right, and the palm attacked from the left. The Blood Blade Patriarch could not avoid it, so he leaned to the left, directly colliding with Li Wucheng's palm.

When the palm struck, Li Wucheng felt as if he had hit a piece of rotten leather, with a slippery and ungraspable sensation. Part of the force on his palm was deflected.

However, Li Wucheng's palm strength was indeed formidable. Despite deflecting some of it, the Blood Blade Patriarch still suffered a severe injury, his face turning pale, and a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Rushing into Li Wucheng's embrace, the Blood Blade Patriarch raised his palm again and struck Li Wucheng's chest with a "bang." However, he felt a soft and yielding touch, and a powerful force rebounded.

Li Wucheng was wearing the Wu Chan Yi, and his internal strength was extremely deep. The Blood Blade Patriarch's palm not only failed to harm him but was also repelled by the internal strength.

Staggering backward, Li Wucheng seized the opportunity and thrust the Leng Bi Sword. A flash of blue light, and the sword pierced the Blood Blade Patriarch's chest.

"Y-You... are so... strong..."

Staring at Li Wucheng, the Blood Blade Patriarch's mouth moved, but he did not finish his words before he died.

"The third task, completed."

Checking the spatial mark, Li Wucheng confirmed that the task was indeed completed and received three thousand main god points. He then walked forward and pulled out the Leng Bi Sword.

With a slight shake of his right hand, the blood on the Leng Bi Sword was flung away, and he sheathed the bright sword, putting it away.

Feeling around the Blood Blade Patriarch's body, he found a bronze treasure box. Just as he was about to open it, his expression changed.

"Heh heh, someone really came. If I hadn't intervened, they would have come to their deaths."

Looking into the distance, Li Wucheng chuckled.

On the mountain path ahead, about seven or eight li away, the sound of hooves could be heard. Li Wucheng carefully listened and could discern about sixteen or seventeen riders.

Ignoring the distant sounds, Li Wucheng opened the bronze treasure box. Inside were three items: a book, a blade, and a jade box.

The blade was familiar to Li Wucheng; it was the Blood Blade. Looking back, he saw that the Blood Blade that had fallen to the ground was indeed gone.

Picking up the book, he flipped through it and, as expected, it was the Blood Blade Sect's ultimate technique, the "Blood Blade Sutra."

Opening the jade box, he found a pale red, round pill, emitting a faint medicinal fragrance.

Checking the pill's description, it was a Blood Qi Pill, similar to the True Qi Pill, which could increase a martial artist's internal strength. However, its effect was not as significant as the True Qi Pill, only increasing a martial artist's internal strength by half a year.

The Blood Qi Pill was a good item. Any pill that could increase a martial artist's internal strength was valuable. For other practitioners, it might be very useful.

However, Li Wucheng did not place much value on this Blood Qi Pill. He already had about fifty years of deep Beiming True Qi, which he had yet to fully master. Increasing his internal strength further would be meaningless.

Moreover, half a year's internal strength was insignificant compared to fifty years of deep internal strength. Therefore, Li Wucheng instantly decided to exchange it for main god points.

Just as he put away the spoils, the sound of hooves was already nearby. Li Wucheng looked and saw a line of horses galloping on the mountain path, a total of eighteen riders.

Although Li Wucheng's internal strength was deep, he could not control it perfectly. His ability to count by ear was not precise, so the error was understandable.

Releasing his steed, "Zhu Ri," Li Wucheng mounted and looked in the direction of the eighteen riders, loudly declaring, "The Blood Blade Sect's Patriarch, the Blood Blade Patriarch, has been killed by me. You are all too late. Go back home."

Intending to display his deep internal strength, his voice was full of energy, echoing through the valley and transmitting far away. The eighteen people were shocked and turned pale.

When the eighteen riders arrived, they saw a bald old monk lying among the rocks, already dead. As for the person who had spoken, they could only see a figure riding away.

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