Rumble, rumble, rumble …
Continuous sounds of explosions came from the sky. Rao Yu stood in the air with an awe-inspiring aura, like a goddess of war. Her palms were like two rolling waves of fire, bringing with them an endless red glow as they struck towards the blood-colored sword shadows that were descending. With each strike of her palms, several or even more than ten blood-colored sword shadows were destroyed. Countless threads of Gang Qi exploded in the air, and the aftermath of the collision seemed to be able to shake a hole in the sky!
"Ah, ah, ah!"
As the forces clashed, Rao Yu let out loud shouts as if she had gone mad. In the midst of her shouts, the shadow of the Fire Phoenix flapped its wings and flew straight towards the blood-colored sky. It was about to disappear into the endless blood-colored sky.
Rumble …
With a loud explosion, the blood-colored sky actually shattered. In an instant, both the blood-colored sky and the shadow of the Fire Phoenix disappeared, and the world returned to normal. However, Wang Yan, who was falling straight down, trembled slightly, and trickles of blood seeped out of his mouth and nose. Rao Yu had broken the illusions, but she had also injured Wang Yan's bier. Not only was blood flowing out, but Wang Yan also felt that everything in front of him had become blurry.
How could this be!
Wang Yan bit down hard on his tongue, and this bite almost broke half of his tongue. The incomparable pain, mixed with the thick smell of blood, instantly stimulated Wang Yan to regain consciousness. In the next instant, his hand that was holding the sword did not change, but his other hand touched his waist, and a Rejuvenation Talisman fell into his hand.
"So what if it's an Earth-level sword technique? A dead dog will always be a dead dog! "
Rao Yu stood in the air with her head held high. The hundreds of blood-colored sword shadows had all been destroyed by her, which meant that she had taken on Wang Yan's Blood Shadow Waterfall from the beginning to the end. Although her words were arrogant, the red glow around her had mostly faded away, and the Gang Qi on her palms was not as intense as before. It was obvious that she had used up a lot of energy.
However, looking at the descending Wang Yan, Rao Yu's eyes flashed with fierceness, and she shouted, "Die!"
Before she finished speaking, Rao Yu's palms hit the descending Wang Yan fiercely. Seeing this, Wang Yan spun the Falling Sand in his hand, and in the midst of the green light, twelve spiraling sword lights appeared. Then, as the twelve sword lights spun, dots of green flowing light bloomed. Each of the green flowing light was like a sword light, but was much thinner, and was only the size of a strand of hair. However, each of the sword threads gave off an endless sense of sharpness.
Turning Sword Threads!
From the beginning, Wang Yan had never underestimated Rao Yu. He wanted to use this sword skill from the beginning, but this sword skill required the sword to be covered with soft Gang Qi, and then activated with a special incantation. Unfortunately, Rao Yu had the upper hand and broke the soft Gang Qi that Wang Yan had attached to the Falling Sand in two or three moves. Moreover, the sword body of the Sword Of Hell was too strange. With Wang Yan's current cultivation, he was not able to use the Sword Light Division with the Sword Of Hell, let alone Turning Sword Threads. Therefore, he had not used this superior sword skill until now.
One, ten, a hundred …
In the blink of an eye, with the twelve spiraling sword lights as the center, countless sword threads appeared and instantly filled Rao Yu's eyes. The flickering green flowing light made Rao Yu's hair stand on end, and a strong sense of danger arose in his heart.
"What sword skill is this?"
In response to Rao Yu's question, Wang Yan's answer was to stomp his feet and move faster. In the blink of an eye, Wang Yan, who was falling straight down, arrived at the top of Rao Yu's head with the twelve spiraling sword lights and thousands of sword threads of flowing light. In the face of such a sword, Rao Yu almost instinctively wanted to dodge. However, she was in the air at this time, and it was difficult for her to take advantage of the force and turn around quickly. In view of this, Rao Yu did not change the direction of his palms. Instead, he stomped on the air with his feet, exerted his remaining strength to go against the momentum, and crashed into the dense sword threads with the momentum of soaring to the sky.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh …
As Rao Yu's palms crashed into the dense sword threads, a series of light sounds immediately came out. Countless hair-thin holes appeared on Rao Yu's palms. In the blink of an eye, the red light on Rao Yu's palms collapsed with a loud bang. Then, tiny beads of blood splashed from his hands almost at the same time, but then the number of blood beads increased and became bigger.
"You …"
Rao Yu stared at Wang Yan in disbelief. She seemed to want to say something, but once a word came out of her mouth, a series of puffing sounds could be heard. Numerous bloody holes appeared on her body. First, it was her palms, then her arms, then her chest. Hundreds of bloody holes appeared on Rao Yu's body. Streams of blood gushed out from those holes, and through the blood, one could see faint cyan light spots flashing across those bloody holes.
In the next instant, the twelve spiraling sword lights suddenly merged into one. Wang Yan fell in front of Rao Yu, and a cold light flashed in front of Rao Yu as he fell.
Chi …
With a light sound, a line of blood appeared between Rao Yu's eyebrows, and then quickly extended to the tip of her nose, her lower jaw, and her throat. As her skirt split, the line of blood spread through her two round peaks, which were like beautiful white jade, and finally stopped at her Dantian, which was three inches below her navel.
Rao Yu's whole body froze in mid-air, and her eyes were still filled with disbelief and shock. But in the next instant, the bloody holes on her body became bigger and bigger, and streams of green light converged at the end of the line of blood. Then, a beam of green light shone, and a muffled sound was heard.
Bang!
Rao Yu's entire body exploded in midair. Blood filled the air, severed limbs flew in all directions, and other red and white things scattered in all directions. This precious daughter of the Sect Master of the Que Mountain Sect, an outstanding talent of the southern part of the Northern Victory Region, a proud daughter of the heavens who viewed Wang Yan as an ant, was killed by Wang Yan's sword. Not even her bones were left. She turned into blood and flesh that filled the air.
Dong.
Wang Yan's two feet hit the ground, and his body slightly weakened. He almost staggered to the ground, but he held on. The Rejuvenation Talisman in his left hand had already melted, and a vigorous life force sprang up from his body. In a few breaths, most of Wang Yan's injuries were healed. He stood up, turned his head, and looked at the scattered flesh and blood on the cliff. He murmured, "I said that I won't be a shrimp forever, and you, Rao Yu, are now just bones under my feet!"
"Young Master!"
At the bottom of the cliff, the shouts of the Que Mountain Sect disciples could be heard. They saw several Que Mountain Sect disciples standing at the mouth of the canyon, and the shock in their eyes hadn't disappeared. It seemed that they couldn't believe that Rao Yu had died like this.
Seeing this, the besieged Zhang Xiaobao slowly recovered his breath, and took advantage of the situation to strike out with his long sword, killing two people in one fell swoop. Only then did the remaining Que Mountain Sect disciples recover, and one of them said, "Hurry, let's go back and report to the Sect Leader."
Before his voice fell, the remaining Que Mountain Sect disciples immediately fled in the direction of Chaoyuan Town. Seeing this, Zhang Xiaobao didn't chase after them, and only let out a long breath. As for that rookie Cai Liao, he was hiding behind a large rock in the canyon, vomiting blood incessantly, looking like he was on the verge of death.
Wang Yan looked at the distant figures of the Que Mountain Sect disciples, but he didn't chase after them. Although the injuries in his body had already been healed by the Return of Spring Talisman, he had consumed too much energy in the battle with Rao Yu. He had used the Ten Thousand Coiling Threads several times, and then used the Blood Shadow Waterfall and Sword Transformation Threads. Especially the last attack, he had integrated a part of the Formless Non-Self Sword into the Sword Transformation Threads. After those Sword Threads entered the body, they finally gathered at the Dantian of Rao Yu, and then exploded, blowing up the proud daughter of heaven into nothingness.
In this battle, Wang Yan had used almost all of his unique skills, even the last Return of Spring Talisman. Therefore, at this time, his body was completely empty of Qi. Even if he wanted to chase after those Que Mountain Sect disciples, he didn't have the strength to do so. After watching those people leave, and seeing that there was no one in the vast wasteland in the distance, Zhu Wuyin shouldn't have followed him, Wang Yan withdrew his gaze, and walked towards the scattered objects with a faint silver light.
These things were naturally the spoils of war left behind by Rao Yu. He didn't think that they would be able to survive the explosion of the Sword Thread Qi, so they must not be ordinary objects. In total, there were three objects. One was a Golden Thread Secret Manual, and on the cover of the secret manual were the words "Qian Yang Origin Conversion Technique"; the other was a palm-sized black fine iron box; and a sheepskin scroll.
Wang Yan didn't look at them carefully, and only put the three objects into his bosom. But when he put the sheepskin scroll, he seemed to think of something, and paid special attention to it. He then picked up the Sword Of Hell that had fallen on the ground, and wrapped it around his waist, and then sat cross-legged on the ground to adjust his breathing.
After the time it took for a joss stick to burn, Wang Yan felt that his Inner Qi had recovered a little, and then he floated down the cliff. Zhang Xiaobao then waved at him, and Wang Yan walked over. He saw Zhang Xiaobao sitting behind a large rock, and Cai Liao was beside him. However, this guy still had one breath left, and it seemed that he wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer.
Seeing this, Wang Yan didn't waste any time, and immediately placed a secret manual into Cai Liao's hands. This secret manual was obtained by Wang Yan from Nangong Yuqing, and it was a Yellow Upper Level palm technique. However, there was nothing special about this palm technique, and it didn't have a high requirement for comprehension. Therefore, after Cai Liao received it, the secret manual immediately turned into a stream of light, and disappeared into thin air. Then, Cai Liao slapped his own head, and with a satisfied expression, he breathed his last.
Now, only Wang Yan and Zhang Xiaobao were left in the field. Zhang Xiaobao seemed to want to say something, but in the end, he didn't. It was obvious that Zhang Xiaobao had already understood the fact that Wang Yan was an NPC, and he also knew that he and Wang Yan could no longer return to their previous friendship. Would Wang Yan still dare to trust him with his back? And would he be able to resist the temptation to not attack Wang Yan? After all, Wang Yan was an existence that had killed Rao Yu, and he was a big boss.
"What do you plan to do next?"
In the end, it was Wang Yan who spoke first. Zhang Xiaobao scratched his head and said, "I'll just wander around aimlessly. Anyway, my reputation is ruined, and I helped you lure Rao Yu here. I've completely offended the Que Mountain Sect, so I definitely can't stay in the Northern Victory State anymore. It seems that I can only go to Dong Hua to hide and try my luck."
Wang Yan nodded. He knew that Zhang Xiaobao was speaking the truth. It was certain that people who betrayed their sects would be disliked wherever they went. He had also heard from Cai Liao that Zhang Xiaobao was in a bad situation.
"Then … I wish you a pleasant journey."
After that, Wang Yan walked into the canyon. The two brushed past each other, and Zhang Xiaobao's heart was filled with mixed feelings. There was regret, disappointment, and something else that he couldn't explain. Then, he heard the sound of the wind, and Wang Yan's voice came into his ears.
"If you have time, practice the Blood Sword Finger more. Don't always think that others' words are lies."
Zhang Xiaobao suddenly turned his head, but Wang Yan's figure was no longer in the canyon. However, there were two secret manuals on a big rock not far away. They were "Soft Silk Technique" and "Virtual and Reality Coexist". In addition, there was a thick stack of gold notes, about a thousand taels of silver.
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