Chapter 99

Thank you: for the support of the longevity secret, o Lao Ji o, and the moon ticket from Xiao Huang's father!

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At the peak.

Hundreds of disciples from Ancient Sword Mountain surrounded the area, tightly enclosing the array in the center, leaving no room for escape.

And the so-called array was now reduced to a mass of light, about four or five zhang in size, struggling in vain. Hundreds of flying swords still rained down with murderous intent.

With a crack, a corner of the still flickering array light suddenly collapsed.

Senior Brother Gu shouted in the crowd, "The array is broken, everything will be destroyed..."

He had never been at a disadvantage in his dealings with others, but now he had not only suffered a great loss but also nearly lost his life. How could he not be filled with rage? Moreover, the ancestral array would be destroyed. In his helplessness, he could only turn his anger into a roar.

The crowd was invigorated and threw themselves into the effort to completely destroy the array, crushing the thief inside to pieces.

At this moment, a series of alluring crystal lights suddenly flew out from the gap where the array had collapsed. They flashed for an instant before being shredded by the surging killing intent. At the same time, dense spiritual energy wafted through the air.

Spiritual stones? The crystal light clearly came from spiritual stones!

The crowd was amazed.

Even Senior Brother Gu forgot to roar, momentarily stunned. My family's Five Talisman Array can produce spiritual stones?

In the blink of an eye, more spiritual stones flew out from the array, one after another, some far, some near, some to the left, some to the right, rolling on the ground, all shimmering with crystal light and overflowing with spiritual energy.

The crowd was dazzled, and their flying swords slowed down.

Senior Brother Gu reached out and grabbed something. It was bright and shiny, a genuine spiritual stone!

Huang Qi and Liu Er did not join in the attack but hid in the distance, gloating. There were too many people, and they couldn't get involved. They just watched, marveling at the intense attack, which was a rare sight!

However, when the spiritual stones flew out from the array, Huang Qi's eyes lit up, and he couldn't resist moving forward. Some people had already started picking them up, and such a good opportunity couldn't be missed. Someone nearby tried to stop him, scolding, "Men are always greedy for beauty and profit!" He didn't agree, and Liu Er muttered to herself, "When something unusual happens, there must be a demon. Let's just wait and see!"

One person started picking up the spiritual stones, and then a second followed. In no time, the fierce attack ceased, and people were scrambling to grab the stones. The spiritual stones were within reach, and not picking them up would be a waste.

Meng Hu was still launching a strong attack, about to succeed, but the surrounding attacks suddenly weakened, followed by chaos. Even the disciples of Hundred Sword Peak couldn't resist, joining in the scramble for the spiritual stones. He sensed something was wrong and shouted, "The enemy is about to be captured, and our Hundred Sword Peak will offer a great reward..."

Mentioning the reward only made things worse. The reward from Hundred Sword Peak was only fifty spiritual stones, but there were already nearly a hundred flying around. The importance was clear. As for the thief, he was already surrounded; how could he escape?

At this moment, the array light, about to collapse, suddenly disappeared, and a figure in green appeared, looking around and muttering, "My spiritual stones..."

Meng Hu saw clearly and roared, "The thief is trying to escape, kill him..."

Before his roar had even faded, everyone realized what was happening and hurriedly launched an attack, but it was a bit too late.

The figure in green's eyes flashed with a cold light, as if the suppressed bloodlust had erupted. He glanced coldly at the surroundings, and his figure suddenly vanished.

In the next moment, blood splattered and screams of pain filled the air.

A black blade, like a black lightning bolt, took advantage of the gap in the attack, plunging into the dense crowd. The disciples of Ancient Sword Mountain barely had time to react before the strange and fierce black sword was upon them, slicing and slashing, leaving no room for defense. Limbs flew, and a bloody path was carved through the crowd. Five unfortunate disciples were instantly killed, and three were injured.

The situation took an unexpected turn.

The black light, having exhausted its momentum, revealed a black sword over a dozen feet long, humming and emitting a killing aura. A faint figure, not yet fully formed, followed the black sword, and in an instant, another lightning bolt struck the crowd. The bloody path was strewn with dead and injured, and screams of pain echoed, creating chaos on the peak.

The disciples of Ancient Sword Mountain hastily responded, regretting their actions.

It turned out that the thief had intentionally scattered the spiritual stones to avoid the relentless attack. Once there was a gap, he took advantage of it. The crowd, fearing for their own safety, couldn't focus. The thief's movements and techniques were also quite strange, and the black sword was invincible. In the chaos, the side with more people suffered.

A black lightning bolt suddenly appeared and disappeared, moving without any pattern, charging through the crowd. Each lightning bolt left a bloody path. In just a moment, over a dozen people were dead or injured. The chaos continued, and the slaughter became more brutal. Sword light and blood light intertwined, and screams and the sound of magic power echoed.

Meng Hu and his fellow disciples from Hundred Sword Peak chased through the crowd, trying to intercept the opponent but always falling short, making him furious.

Although Senior Brother Gu was still injured, he didn't give up. He jumped around in the crowd, saw through the trick, and shouted, "Just hold your ground, and the thief will have no chance!"

Meng Hu roared, "Form an array to defend yourselves, don't panic! Disciples of Hundred Sword Peak, follow me to block the path down the mountain..."

The crowd quickly formed groups, and the chaos subsided somewhat.

Even so, the black sword light still appeared and disappeared, and with a "thud," blood and flesh flew, and another person fell. Under the countless divine senses, the attacker couldn't hide. Amid the shouting and chaos, the sword light whistled. "Bang, bang" sounds echoed, and a figure staggered into view.

Senior Brother Gu shouted in time, "Be careful, don't let the thief escape..."

Wujiao's feet staggered, his figure spun, and the demonic sword in his hand drew a black arc, still emitting a killing aura, but he was panting heavily and looked anxious.

Since he had thrown the spiritual stones to create chaos and used the flash step to charge into the crowd, he had finally escaped the encirclement. However, before he could reach the bottom of the mountain, his plan was seen through, and he gradually found it hard to hold on. The flash step was effective but extremely draining. If he were trapped again, there would be no way to turn the tide. Moreover, the disciples of Ancient Sword Mountain were numerous, and it was impossible to defeat them all. Facing hundreds of people alone was like hitting a stone with an egg.

"Spit—"

Wujiao felt a block in his heart and spat out a mouthful of blood. This slight delay allowed over a dozen sword lights to rush toward him. The disciples of Ancient Sword Mountain formed groups, ready to attack. He forced himself to gather his strength and charged out.

In the midst of the chaos, he had no time to determine the direction. But someone pointed out the path down the mountain...

On the right side of Dragon Horn Peak, there was an inconspicuous gap. Below the gap was a winding mountain path. Meng Hu and dozens of disciples from Hundred Sword Peak had already taken up positions, clearly intending to cut off the escape route. As long as the path was blocked, the opponent would have no chance of survival. He was watching closely when he saw over a dozen sword lights chasing a figure in green. Without hesitation, he quickly summoned his flying sword.

Wujiao was charging forward, trying to break through, but he was met with dozens of dazzling sword lights, like an impenetrable wall. He tried to turn back, but the pursuit from behind was swift.

At this critical moment, a dull boom echoed from a distance, causing the massive Dragon Horn Peak to tremble, as if the heavens and earth were opening.

The hundreds of cultivators on the peak were stunned and involuntarily looked in the direction of the sound.

Sure enough, someone shouted in surprise, "The time has come, the dragon's head is opening..."

And as the shout echoed, someone else shouted angrily, "Defend against the enemy..."

They had been waiting for the opening of Canglong Valley, but the enemy was still present, and it was far from time to relax.

Wujiao, in mid-air, leaped forward, suddenly transforming into a faint white light, "bang" through the dazzling sword lights, and "boom" into a disciple of Hundred Sword Peak, sending him flying. He took advantage of the momentum to break through the encirclement, rushing toward the gap on the peak. However, his momentum was too strong, and he found himself hanging in mid-air, a thousand feet above the ground, with no support. He was startled, his feet kicked, his body twisted, but he couldn't stop. Seeing a figure flailing in front of him, he didn't think twice and kicked hard.

The disciple who was sent flying was in even more trouble, screaming as he fell.

Wujiao, however, used the opportunity to leap back, falling diagonally. As he approached the cliff, a large rock came into view. He swung his sword, "bang" the force rebounded, and his figure was thrown back, then plummeted, "bang" landing on the mountain path, rolling over, and "bang" finally landing on his feet, though dazed. He groaned and struggled to his feet, running madly.

On the peak, it was like a beehive exploding, with figures rushing forward, and sword lights flying like locusts.

Wujiao ran down the mountain, each step covering over ten feet. He turned at the bend in the path, then fell rapidly, covering several dozen feet, though in a hurry and disheveled, he remained agile and light. His figure, like a monkey descending a cliff, was filled with anxiety and helplessness.

Being pursued was not pleasant. Being pursued by hundreds of experts was even more unbearable. From the bustling capital to the secluded Fenghua Valley, from the mysterious Lingxia Mountain to the desolate desert, after traveling thousands of miles, he still had to keep running, with no end in sight. I haven't provoked anyone, yet fate has been so capricious and cruel. Hmph, I won't give up. I want to see how it all ends. The opening of Canglong Valley is timely, so I'll keep running...

In no time, a valley was in sight.

Wujiao, still dozens of feet above the ground, couldn't wait to leave the mountain path. He stepped on the air, creating a series of "bang" sounds, like a large bird gliding. As he touched the ground, he stumbled, scattering grass and stones, then quickly sprang up and ran for his life.

He remembered that the opening of Canglong Valley was just a few dozen miles ahead.

At the same time, on the thousand-foot peak, figures were chasing down...

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