Chapter 10

The sword light, dark and fluid, flickered in the wind, tearing the air and emitting mournful wails.

A lithe figure darted among the demon beasts, the tiger-toothed giant demon beast roaring, its sharp fangs slicing through the void.

Xue Yi's blood-soaked robe flapped in the wind, his eyes as calm as a gentle breeze, gazing at the fangs mere inches away, without a trace of tension or panic.

"Perhaps I was meant for this world, a world where the strong prey on the weak, where killing is supreme!"

Xue Yi's eyes were like torches, always dodging the whistling fangs at the most opportune moments.

In the distance, Liu Feiyu watched this scene, her bright and beautiful eyes filled with shock, her hands tightly clenched, cold sweat seeping through.

"A madman, he's a madman!" In Liu Feiyu's view, Xue Yi was dancing on the edge of a blade, one misstep and those sharp fangs would tear him in half.

A gentle breeze blew, carrying the pungent smell of blood.

The Moon Water Shadow Sword, a second-rank sword technique, was repeatedly performed by Xue Yi.

In the end, the sword shadows became smoother, flowing like water, wave after wave.

Stimulated by the smell of blood, the tiger-toothed giant demon beast grew increasingly frenzied, dust flying everywhere, enveloping a fifty-zhang area.

From a distance, only the fluid sword light could be seen flashing.

Xue Yi's fingers tightly gripped the sword, his eyes meeting the charging tiger-toothed giant demon beast, he murmured softly, "The sword is the king of all weapons, in terms of speed, the sword is first!"

Before he finished speaking, Xue Yi's sword moved like lightning, creating more sword shadows, piercing the eye of a tiger-toothed giant demon beast, blood splattering.

Thud! A dull sound echoed, the tiger-toothed giant demon beast fell into a pool of blood.

Stepping on the massive corpse of the demon beast, Xue Yi leaped, "More terrifying than a gentle stream is a raging wave, the sword shadows like angry waves, that is the Moon Water Shadow Sword!"

The roars of the demon beasts echoed in his ears, Xue Yi, like a wild goose, pounced, his right hand flipping, creating heavy sword shadows, each one sharp and fierce, enveloping the tiger-toothed giant demon beast below.

"Congratulations, host has entered a state of enlightenment, the second-rank sword technique Moon Water Shadow Sword proficiency increased by 10,000 points, mastery level is now proficient!"

The system's voice echoed in Xue Yi's mind, but he seemed to hear nothing, immersed in his own world.

Moving among the demon beasts, a faint killing intent appeared in Xue Yi's eyes, his sword movements becoming even more fierce.

The sword wind swept out, dust rolled, and the sound of angry waves roared.

Seeing this figure, Liu Feiyu's beautiful face showed a look of surprise, what was this sound?

Liu Feiyu looked up, in the gray dust, a more brilliant sword light flashed, followed by a striking blood light and mournful wails.

After several sword lights dissipated, the roars of the demon beasts also suddenly disappeared, until finally, the forest fell into a deathly silence.

"Xue Yi, are you dead?" Liu Feiyu's eyebrows slightly furrowed, she called out softly.

Whistling cold winds blew through the forest, accompanied by rustling sounds.

Seeing the silence in the dust, Liu Feiyu's face changed slightly. If she were not bound here, she would have wished Xue Yi dead, but being bound here, if Xue Yi died, the smell of blood would attract more demon beasts, and she would also die.

"Arrogant and reckless waste, you even drag me down with you!" Liu Feiyu cursed softly, her hands tensing, trying to tear the vine.

At this moment, a steady and powerful footsteps sounded in the dust.

Hearing the footsteps, Liu Feiyu suddenly looked up, her beautiful face showing a look of surprise, "Xue Yi?"

The footsteps grew louder, and under her gaze, Xue Yi, his face slightly pale, emerged with his sword, a smile on his handsome face, "Tsk, seeing that I'm not dead, you're actually so excited!"

Pausing, Xue Yi shook his head and sighed, "Unfortunately, I'm not interested in women with small chests and flat butts."

Ignoring Xue Yi's words, Liu Feiyu's eyes scanned Xue Yi for a moment, slightly surprised. Facing the attack of ten tiger-toothed giant demon beasts, he was unharmed, only his face was slightly pale.

Waving his sword, Xue Yi joked, "Woman, I hope I can still see you when I come back!"

Before he finished speaking, Xue Yi turned and rushed back into the dust, his figure becoming blurry.

Hearing this, Liu Feiyu's lips parted, somewhat disbelieving, "Again?"

In Liu Feiyu's view, fighting demon beasts could only hone one's combat experience, why be so desperate.

But for Xue Yi, killing more demon beasts would earn him more points, allowing him more time to cultivate, giving him the capital to look down on the world's geniuses.

As the dust gradually settled, Xue Yi stood on a pile of corpses, waiting for the next wave of demon beasts.

The sharp sword was stuck beside him, Xue Yi's eyes narrowed, gazing into the distance, he murmured, "Just one enlightenment, and the sword technique mastery increased by 10,000 points. Tsk, this system is just like the one from my previous life, whether it's the point system or the sword technique mastery, they are the same. The previous owner's talent was not bad, and with my talent, having a few more enlightenments in the future is not impossible."

"Reaching the peak of the Sixth Level of the Dao, breaking through to the Seventh Level of the Dao is just around the corner!" Xue Yi took a deep breath, his eyes slightly opening, a look of anticipation in his dark eyes. As long as he reached the Seventh Level of the Dao, with this second-rank sword technique, he would have a good chance against an Eighth Level of the Dao warrior. Grabbing the sword, Xue Yi's figure shot out like an arrow, charging towards the approaching tiger-toothed giant demon beast, another life-and-death battle began.

...

Behind the vast forest, the mountains rose and fell.

In the mountains, a huge waterfall, like a silver ribbon, angrily crashed down from the high peak.

On both sides of the waterfall, the mountain walls were extremely steep and smooth, with natural caves formed on them, figures darting in and out.

A young man, bare-chested, stood under the waterfall, letting the silver ribbon crash onto his body, a series of dull sounds echoing.

The young man had a square jaw, clear eyes, and a straight brow, his face very handsome, but the coldness in his eyes made people feel like facing an iceberg.

The young man's breath was long and deep, and from time to time, a sharp light flashed on his body, indicating his profound cultivation.

Whistling sharp sounds gradually grew louder in the vast forest, the young man suddenly opened his eyes, a fierce look in them, grabbing the giant sword beside him, he stepped out of the water.

From the surrounding caves, figures shot out, closely following the young man.

A hundred zhang away, a lithe figure darted through the forest, clearly a disciple of the Langya Sect in a robe.

Seeing the young man holding a sword in the distance, the disciple's expression was slightly respectful, he pushed off a thick tree trunk, his figure like an eagle diving, landing in front of the young man, and respectfully performing a sword salute, saying softly, "Senior Liu Dong, we have found the mark left by Miss Feiyu. The mark is somewhat messy, it seems Miss Feiyu left it in a hurry."

Liu Dong, the young man, his deep eyes showing a hint of urgency, "Take me there!"

"Yes!" The disciple stood up, his expression extremely respectful, and ran along the path they came, Liu Dong and over a hundred Langya Sect disciples closely following.

A moment later, Liu Dong and the others appeared in front of a thick tree trunk.

Liu Dong squatted down, his eyes fixed on the mark on the tree trunk, his face changing.

"Fat Fish!" Liu Dong said softly, his low voice carrying a bone-chilling coldness.

Hearing this, a slightly fat young man walked over, his eyes extremely small, almost just a slit.

The young fat man responded, walked forward, squatted down, and examined the mark for a moment, then said solemnly, "The bodies of Langya Sect disciples found a few days ago, plus this mark, there are only two possibilities. One, Senior Feiyu is being pursued, two, Senior Feiyu has been captured!" Pausing, the young fat man narrowed his eyes, pointed at the mark, and continued, "However, this mark is very messy, with inconsistent force, and stained with blood and fingernails, which rules out the first possibility, Senior Feiyu has been captured!"

Before he finished speaking, Liu Dong stood up, punched the tree trunk, and the thick trunk could not withstand the blow, breaking in half, wood chips flying.

"Whoever it is, if they dare to touch Feiyu, I, Liu Dong, will not let them off!" Liu Dong turned, his handsome face somewhat fierce, a cold look in his eyes, and said coldly, "Form groups of six, search comprehensively, and immediately notify others if you find any other marks!"

"Yes!" Over a hundred Langya Sect disciples dispersed, lithe figures darting through the vast forest.

In just a few breaths, only Liu Dong and the fat man called Fat Fish remained at the scene.

"Fat Fish, could this be the work of the Sword Pavilion disciples?" Liu Dong's face softened slightly, though he knew Liu Feiyu had been captured, he did not lose his basic rationality.

Hearing this, the young fat man pondered for a moment and said, "If it is the work of the Sword Pavilion disciples, then their intentions are not small. They obtained a second-rank sword technique and captured Senior Feiyu. They know that Senior Feiyu is your Achilles' heel, and they are likely using her against you." Saying this, the young fat man's expression was somewhat worried, after all, he knew Liu Dong's feelings for Liu Feiyu, otherwise he would not have entrusted the sword technique to her.

"If it is those bastards, I will bury all the Sword Pavilion disciples in the Blood Refinement Space!" A fierce and sharp aura surged within Liu Dong, the air trembling, emitting mournful wails.