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Before the old man finished speaking, the boy had already closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, letting the warm current flow from between his eyebrows into his dantian.
Where the warm current passed, the energy channels torn apart during the fierce battle healed at a visible speed, like withered grass receiving spring rain.
The chaotic lightning and blue light reformed into the trajectory of the yin-yang fish, and even planted a fluorescent seed deep in the dantian.
When Wei Changxuan opened his eyes again, the blue light in his pupils was like the first rays of dawn, which quickly disappeared into his eyes.
Just as he was about to speak, the bluestone slabs on the east side of the training ground suddenly groaned under the weight—Lei Mengsha's black iron combat boots rolled over the dew.
The unsheathed Blood Fiend Blade at his waist emitted wisps of black smoke, leaving scorch marks on the blue bricks.
Following closely behind, Xiahou Mengding gripped the bamboo slips in his sleeve tightly, his knuckles turning white, and his hair still damp with the lingering morning mist.
Chapter 360 Assassination!
Senior Li! As Lei Mengsha clasped his hands in greeting, a knife wound was revealed through the tear in his sleeve, faintly tinged with blood.
Upon receiving an urgent report from their undercover agents, the group of people in black, who had been keeping an eye on them for three days, suddenly made a move.
He turned to look at Wei Changxuan, the murderous aura of the Blood Fiend Blade clashing with the azure light surrounding the young man.
Tiny sparks of electricity crackled in the air as they approached the academy's barrier in three separate groups this morning.
The team in the southwest... used the Demonic Sect's Soul-Splitting Step.
Xiahou Mengding of "753" unfolded the bamboo slips, the map circled in vermilion ink still smelling of ink:
Based on the traces, it seems they are looking for someone, but what's even stranger is...
His Adam's apple bobbed slightly as his gaze swept over the folding fan in Young Master Liu Yue's hand. All the witnesses had mentioned that the black-clad men had embroidered... half a withered jade hairpin flower on their sleeves.
Li Changsheng frowned slightly, then suddenly stopped, the tip of his bamboo staff creating ripples on the projection of the Life Scroll:
The jade hairpin flower... could it be a remnant of the Ephemeral Flower Cult that massacred the southern border twenty years ago?
The old man spoke calmly, but wisps of blue light emanated from his sleeves, slowly smoothing out the scorch marks on the ground.
Lei Mengsha, take Wei Changxuan to the southwest of the barrier;
Liu Yue, go and investigate the array nodes in the northeast direction.
As Wei Changxuan stood up, the Thunder Tribulation Sword slid automatically into his palm. The lightning on the sword's spine resonated with the scroll of the Chun Gong mental cultivation technique in his sleeve, emitting a faint buzzing sound.
He noticed that within the black aura of Lei Mengsha's Blood Fiend Blade at his waist, there was a faint sword intent similar to the one he had just witnessed in his illusory form.
Suddenly remembering Li Changsheng's words about the balance of strength and gentleness, his fingertips unconsciously tapped lightly on the hilt of his sword—at the moment the lightning collided with the black mist,
A jade-green lotus flower bloomed between the two of them.
Young Master Liu Yue gently waved his folding fan, and the four characters "Boundless Wind and Moon" on the fan surface shimmered with golden light in the morning mist:
He tapped the fan ribs with his fingertips, and the bronze bells in the corner of the training ground suddenly rang in unison.
In the mist stirred up by the sound waves, the dark shadows swaying in the treetops in the distance could be vaguely seen.
Wei Changxuan sheathed the Thunder Tribulation Wooden Sword, his thumb stroking the newly carved patterns on the hilt.
A lazy smile crept across his lips: Practicing swordsmanship against wooden stakes all day long has made me miss the bloody battles of the martial world.
Lei Mengsha's Blood Fiend Blade trembled slightly at his waist, and the black iron chain wrapped around the hilt made a soft, rustling sound.
Do not underestimate these evil spirits.
As he turned, the fabric of his clothes billowed like sails from the force of the blade. Three days ago, I had seen the traces they left behind at the mass grave—on the corpses drained of their life essence, there were half-jade hairpin flower brand marks.
Before the words were even finished, three cold glints pierced through the fog, their arrowheads glowing with an eerie, ghostly green, leaving three wisps of poisonous smoke trailing in the air.
Jingni's longsword twirled in front of her chest, and the crimson whip shadow coiled around the arrow like a crimson ribbon around a pillar.
However, the moment the whip tip touched the arrowhead, it emitted a sizzling, corrosive sound.
Within the bluish-black poisonous mist, highly toxic crystals resembling ice crystals were being extracted. It was the poison of the Miao Heart-Eating Gu!
She leaped three feet backward, her whip lashing the stone table and shattering the granite into dust.
This poison can spread along the weapon and throughout the heart meridian—
The alluring woman watched as the arrow pierced through her carefully crafted Hundred Flowers Bewitching Smoke, but did not linger.
The poison on the arrowhead blossomed into black calyxes in the smoke:
No... this mist contains powder from a spell-breaking talisman!
Before he could finish speaking, at that very moment!
.8 whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Three cold arrows came flying from afar!
In Wei Changxuan's hand, lightning bolts shot out from his fingertips like living things, condensing into a spiderweb-like electric net in front of him.
With a series of crackling explosions, all three arrows simultaneously burst into fluorescent fragments.
The moment the poisonous mist came into contact with the lightning, it transformed into countless firefly-like points of light.
Each point of light reflected the image of the bow-wielder…
Chapter 361 The Demon of Rain and Rain Arrives in the Southern Decision!
Before everyone could catch their breath, a muffled thunderous tremor suddenly came from the direction of Tianqi City.
Looking up, one sees the clear sky covered by dark clouds, with the Milky Way faintly hanging upside down deep within the clouds, and countless sword intents falling like meteors!
Accompanied by a deafening sword cry, a man dressed in white with feminine features appeared.
He descended slowly, stepping on lotus flowers formed from sword energy. With each step he took...
A crystal-clear lotus of sword intent bloomed in the air, and when it landed, the blue bricks shattered into dust, revealing a sword mark three feet deep.
"Rain brings forth demons!" Li Changsheng gripped the ailanthus staff tightly, the bronze bell at the top of the staff emitting a piercing shriek.
The Tai'a swords hanging at the waists of the seven people were emanating wisps of sword intent.
The sword intent melted upon touching the ground, carving dense tadpole-like characters onto the stone slab—fragments of ancient sword techniques.
As Yu Shengmo's gaze swept over the crowd, Jing Ni felt her blood freeze instantly.
It felt as if ten thousand sharp swords were pressed against my throat.
Where is Ye Dingzhi? His voice was as soft as willow catkins in spring, yet it made everyone present's hearts pound.
Young Master Liu Yue even heard the sound of cracking coming from the Qi-nourishing jade at his collarbone.
Wei Changxuan and Li Changsheng exchanged a glance, both seeing surprise and doubt in each other's eyes—the bronze ancient token that Ye Dingzhi had taken away three days ago...
How could this alarm a top expert who is ranked among the Sword Immortals?
Before leaving, Brother Ye said he was going to investigate clues about the ancient order.
Wei Changxuan took half a step forward, and lightning condensed into six lightning wings behind him. We had agreed to meet him at the Drunken Immortal Pavilion in three days. At this moment...
An agreement? Yu Shengmo's sword intent surged, and the Tai'a sword was drawn three inches from its sheath, its cold light making everyone's faces turn ashen.
A sword aura as sharp as a bolt of lightning suddenly slashed out, causing the space to crack open with blue fissures like a spiderweb.
At this moment, everyone felt a chill run down their spines.
Wei Changxuan instinctively unleashed the Nine Transformations of Thunder Tribulation, his sword energy grazing his hair and slicing the century-old locust tree behind him into four pieces. The cut was as smooth as a mirror, without a single splinter flying.
The ancient bronze token contained the key to the Sword Tomb. Yu Shengmo sheathed his sword, and with a flick of his sleeve, the fragments of sword intent on the ground vanished.
Now, with the Demonic Cult's eastward expedition and its northern ambitions looming, all forces are eyeing that burial ground.
If Ye Dingzhi falls into their hands
He suddenly looked southeast, his eyes turning icy cold. "Do you know that when the Sword Tomb appeared three hundred years ago, the martial world was filled with rivers of blood and mountains of corpses?"
Before the words were finished, a sword cry like a dragon's roar suddenly came from the sky.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a burst of blood-red sword energy piercing through the clouds.
The shape of a dragon's head was faintly visible within the sword energy, and wherever it passed, the clouds were dyed crimson.
Like a bleeding wound stretching across the sky.
Yu Shengmo's expression instantly turned serious, and the Tai'a Sword was drawn once more.
The sound of the sword's cry made everyone's eardrums ache—it was the Blood River Sword Intent that could even make a sword immortal change color!
Wei Changxuan gripped the Thunder Tribulation Sword tightly, gazing at the surging crimson sword energy in the distance.
Suddenly, I recalled a story Ye Dingzhi had mentioned while drunk: My master, 753, once said that the Sword Tomb contained the remains of a peerless swordsman, and that if someone could obtain his inheritance...
He paused, his gaze meeting Li Changsheng's, whose eyes were also filled with solemnity—could it be that Ye Dingzhi had really found the entrance to the Sword Tomb?
Lei Mengsha suddenly drew a long sword from his waist, the blade reflecting the tense faces of the crowd:
No matter who it is, protect the academy's barrier first!
He stepped forward, his blade flashing like lightning, cleaving the once-attacking mist in two.
Young Master Liu Yue unfolded his folding fan, and golden light suddenly appeared on its surface. Golden spiritual energy formed a barrier that enveloped everyone.
Brother Wei, you take some men to investigate the source of that blood-red sword intent, while we guard the central area!
Chapter 362 Yu Sheng Demon Battles Li Changsheng!
"No need to interfere. Let me see the prowess of this top expert in the Southern Finals!"
Before Li Changsheng finished speaking, his fingertips had already gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist.
The longsword was drawn three inches from its sheath, its cold gleam making his pupils shiver.
The next moment, his figure flashed like a blue swan in front of Wei Changxuan.
With a flick of his wrist, a chilling sword intent surged around him, and thousands of illusory sword energies burst forth from the ground beneath his feet.
Like bamboo shoots tearing through the blue bricks, it solidifies into an emerald-green sword curtain in the twilight.
The sword energy of Yu Shengmo crashed in, but Li Changsheng lightly swung his longsword and ancient sword patterns suddenly appeared on the screen.
"Clang—" The sound of metal clashing against stone was deafening, and the sword energy dissipated like a tide hitting a reef.
Seven-tenths of the force was shredded into specks of light by the sword curtain, while the remaining three-tenths grazed past Li Changsheng's clothes, carving three deep sword marks about a foot deep into the ground.
"boom--"
The shockwave sent debris flying within a ten-zhang radius, and the protective shield of Apocalypse Academy rippled in a spiderweb pattern.