After a fierce battle, Lei Jiu was already covered in injuries and was like a cornered beast fighting desperately.
He was indeed worthy of being the head of the Eight Demon Tribes, the Nine Squiggles Tribe's Junior Commander, and Huangfu Daozi's number one warrior. Even under the siege of so many experts, he still fought to the death without retreating. Now, his right arm was crushed, there was a big hole in his chest, and blood was spurting out like lava. His armor was tattered, one of his eyes was pierced by a sharp arrow, and a large piece of flesh on his left leg had been peeled off, revealing bright red flesh.
There were at least a dozen experts at the peak of the early stage of Foundation Establishment Realm who were all geniuses from various sects and aristocratic families. However, under his bloody battle, at least four or five of them were killed, and the other geniuses were even more terrified.
"Boom …"
Someone caught the opening in front of Lei Jiu and thrust his sword at him.
It was inconvenient for Lei Jiu to dodge, so he didn't bother. With a tiger's roar, he took the sword head-on. The sword pierced his body, and one could even clearly hear the sound of flesh being torn apart. The person holding the sword was about to cry out in joy, but Lei Jiu locked the sword with his body and grabbed it with his large hand. The dazzling lightning turned into a large hand and captured the cultivator!
"Ah …"
Lei Jiu roared and stepped on the cultivator's head with one foot. However, he lifted his other hand and tore the cultivator in half. Half of the body was flung into the air, and blood rained down, drenching Lei Jiu's head and face. The blood slowly flowed down along his tattered armor and covered his entire body.
Tearing the opponent apart and fighting a bloody battle!
The blood seemed to have given him new life and fighting spirit as he strode forward.
"Who dares to fight me?"
He was like a wounded lion, roaring as he walked forward.
Boom!
His figure was clearly a bit staggering, but he was like a great mountain, walking forward, no one able to stop him.
All the cultivators retreated in panic, and no one dared to step forward.
"You … are a bunch of rats. What right do you have to kill me?"
Lei Jiu roared and sped up his pace, rushing toward a cultivator in front of him on his left.
"Ah, don't kill me, don't kill me …"
The cultivator screamed and flew away, not daring to face Lei Jiu head-on.
"He's already injured. What's the point of wasting our breath on him? Let's join forces and kill him …"
A cultivator shouted and raised a large net with barbs. He and a few other cultivators each grabbed a corner of the net and threw it at Lei Jiu. Lei Jiu could not dodge and let the net wrap around him. The sharp barbs pierced into his body and even into his bone marrow, hooking onto his bones. However, he did not seem to feel any pain as he forcibly used the net to attack his opponents.
"Boom …"
A cultivator was smashed by his fist, and a mist of blood exploded.
"Chi …"
He grabbed a cultivator's arm and tore it off forcefully, causing him to flee with injuries.
"Whoosh …"
Lei Jiu threw out the arm in his hand and used it as a spear, impaling a cultivator who wanted to launch a sneak attack and nailing him in the void.
However, there were also cultivators who managed to escape. They tore at the nets with great force and tore off a large piece of flesh from his body. Lei Jiu looked more like a bloody man. He was seriously injured. If he were a mortal, even ten of him would have died. Even at this moment, he was only holding on with his cultivation. He was unwilling. He was unwilling to die from being besieged like this. He felt that his death was not worth it!
"How dare you rebel? Why don't you dare to fight me?"
"Lei Jiu is here. You can't escape the death penalty for rebelling against your superiors. Come up and fight me?"
Lei Jiu roared. He could no longer catch up to the other cultivators, so he could only shout with all his might and challenge others.
"Go, go, go. Hurry up and kill him. He's on his last breath …"
"Why don't you go up and fight him?"
"This junior division leader of the Nine Melodies Division is really strong. Whether he's a lackey of the Huangfu family or not, he's still a character …"
The cultivators each had their own thoughts. They no longer dared to go up and fight this fierce subordinate of the Huangfu family.
Even the hot-bloodedness that had been stirred up by Fang Xing's declaration of 'attack the sword catacomb and seize the sword embryo' was now mostly extinguished by Lei Jiu's fighting spirit. Everyone retreated, no longer fighting to kill Lei Jiu like before. Instead, they pushed and shoved each other, creating a large circle around Lei Jiu. Wherever Lei Jiu looked, there would be people retreating with a loud bang. It was difficult to face him head-on.
"Haha, you're all a bunch of scoundrels. No one dares to fight me?"
Lei Jiu laughed heartily. His heroic spirit was so great that the beads of blood on his body splashed everywhere like a red mist.
"I'll kill you …"
At that moment, a cold voice rang out. A figure riding a pegasus appeared behind the crowd of cultivators, thrusting a spear that was three zhang long in his hand. Green qi swirled around the spear, carrying an indescribably terrifying might as it stabbed towards Lei Jiu like a poisonous dragon. At that moment, Lei Jiu's eyes widened as well. He took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Han Ying, you're qualified to fight me. Come!"
As he roared, his remaining left arm was surrounded by lightning as he forcefully smashed it towards the green spear.
Even if he only had one arm, even if it was difficult for him to move, he still wanted to fight Han Ying, one of the Western Desert's Four Heroes.
"Whoosh …"
The spear stabbed forward like a swimming dragon, destroying everything in its path.
Lei Jiu's punch was also flashing with lightning. It had gathered all of his spiritual power and was invincible.
The lightning on his fist was incomparably dazzling. It was even more dazzling and powerful than when he was at his peak.
This punch seemed to have unleashed all the unwillingness and resentment in his heart. It represented his final unyielding fighting spirit.
The crowd of cultivators tensed up. Their eyes did not even blink as they waited to see who would win between the two strongest attacks.
However, just as Han Ying's spear was about to collide with Lei Jiu's punch, Han Ying's spear suddenly trembled. In an instant, it transformed into dozens of spear shadows. Lei Jiu's punch landed on thin air while Han Ying's spear shadows transformed. When the shadows disappeared, the spear pierced through Lei Jiu's chest with the tip of the spear pointing at his heart.
Dead silence!
The crowd of cultivators did not expect Han Ying's spear to not meet Lei Jiu's attack head-on. Instead, he dodged the attack and pierced his heart while he was unable to move. This was a normal battle tactic, but at that moment, it seemed to be abnormal.
Lei Jiu's crazy fighting spirit was terrifying, but it also gave rise to some admiration.
Many cultivators assumed that Han Ying's battle with Lei Jiu was to pay her last respects to him.
However, Han Ying's spear pierced through Lei Jiu's heart without giving him a chance to vent his anger.
The lightning around Lei Jiu's fist gradually disappeared. The lightning that symbolized his final anger did not hit anyone.
He looked at Han Ying with eyes that were filled with anger, but more than that, disappointment and loss.
He could not speak, but his eyes seemed to be reprimanding Han Ying for being a coward.
Han Ying's face was expressionless as he looked at him coldly. "What right do you have to fight me?"
As he looked at Lei Jiu's angry and disappointed expression, a hint of mockery appeared on his cold face. "Do you think you have any sense of honor as a slave? No matter how strong you are, you're just a ferocious dog. What right do you have to fight me? "
After saying that, he flicked the spear in his hand and sent Lei Jiu flying. With a roar of anger, the spear exploded with a huge force, blowing Lei Jiu's body into pieces. A bloody mist spread in all directions and was devoured by the surrounding black mist. Only his head was left, and it fell to the ground. Han Ying flicked it up with his spear and showed it to the cultivators. He shouted, "Lei Jiu is dead!"
The sound waves rolled and traveled far in the black fog.
The cultivators in the black fog were stunned, and then they shouted in unison …
"Haha, he's dead?"
With a loud laugh, a young man with golden wings on his back flew over and shouted excitedly. It was Fang Xing.
Han Ying smiled when he saw him and tossed Lei Jiu's head at him.
"F * ck, it's bloody. How disgusting!"
Fang Xing grinned and kicked Lei Jiu's head away. He then laughed and said, "Brothers, let's attack the Sword Catacomb and get the sword embryo …"
His voice reverberated in all directions. Not only did the cultivators in the black fog hear it, but the cultivators in the rocky valley below also heard it. For a moment, there was a hubbub of voices and cheers. Of course, there were also many cultivators who curled their lips and thought, 'Who's brothers with this little devil?' However, seeing that they were about to bask in this little devil's glory and enter the Sword Catacomb, they also cheered!
"Let's go …"
Fang Xing flew straight up into the sky. The rolling black fog was like a tide as he flew toward the Sword Catacomb.
The black fog that covered the sky was like a huge flag that attracted all the cultivators in the sky and on the ground.
"Attack the Sword Catacomb and get the sword embryo!"
Countless people shouted and flew up from the ground. They rushed into the black fog and joined the army of robbers.
No matter who it was, no matter how they felt about the Huangfu family, they would not make any other choice at this time.
F * ck the Huangfu family. No matter how majestic the Huangfu family was, how could it be more important than the sword embryo in front of them?
For a moment, the cultivators were like fish. All of them covered their faces and followed closely behind the black fog as they killed their way toward the Sword Catacomb. Even the disciples of the Great Snow Mountain chose a group of bold ones to cover their faces and join the robbers under Xiao Xue's lead.
Not to mention, anyone would be tempted to rob the HuangFu Clan!
At this time, Fang Xing and the Golden Crow had already landed on a mountain under the cover of the Myriad Spirit Flag. Looking at the large black fog and the endless cultivators behind it, Fang Xing felt that it was a spectacular sight. He laughed and said, "Damn it, these bastards are not stupid. They usually fight for a handwritten order from the Huangfu family, but at the critical moment, they will rob when it's time to …"
The Golden Crow chuckled and said, "You will definitely be the scapegoat. How should we deal with it?"
Fang Xing cursed bitterly, "These bastards want to make me a scapegoat, so I'll use them as spears. Let the Great Roc Evil King lead them to attack the Sword Catacomb, attracting the attention of the eight demon tribes stationed there, and we'll sneak in from the back door …"
The Golden Crow's eyes lit up. "Doesn't that mean we can choose all the sword embryos?"
Fang Xing smiled proudly. "Let's see if we can take them all and let them attack an empty Sword Catacomb …"
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