That dazzling light was clearly a sword light.
However, it was different from the Sky River, Blood River, and Underworld River. It was like a bolt of lightning.
The aura contained within it was similar to the cage that had stopped Yan Mingkong and his companion.
However, the power contained within it was much stronger.
Chen Luoyang's clone, the Half Sea Daoist, glanced into the distance and saw a skinny middle-aged man wearing a strange outfit charging toward Blood Night Rain and them.
Before he arrived, the man had already slashed out with his sword and instantly arrived before Yan Mingkong.
Judging from his appearance and cultivation, he was undoubtedly the current Canglan Tribe Patriarch, Canglan Tie.
This person was an eighteenth level expert, a peak Martial Sacred Realm expert. He was one of the few experts below the Tribe Patriarch and the Empress of the Desolate Lands.
He must have received a message from the tribesmen who were monitoring Blood Night Rain and noticed that something was amiss, thus he had come in person.
In the Human Realm, the Sky River and the Blood River had always been the strongest in terms of the Way of the Sword.
Apart from the two rivers, there were other famous sword arts sects. However, apart from people like the North Sea Sword Master Zhu You, no one else could be compared to the two rivers.
However, it was not like there were no outstanding cultivators.
The Canglan Tie of the desolate lands was one of the few sword arts experts outside of the two rivers.
He was extremely talented. Based on the supreme arts of the Canglan Tribe, he was able to continuously innovate and improve upon them. His sword arts were renowned throughout the Tiannan Region. Even when facing most of the experts of the two rivers, his reputation did not falter.
At this moment, the eighteenth level of his slash was even stronger than Blood Night Rain's.
Even Yan Mingkong could only stop in his tracks. He swung the Underworld River Sword to defend against Canglan Tie's attack.
However, at this moment, the Half Sea Daoist who had been watching the show suddenly moved.
His speed suddenly increased as he approached Blood Night Rain, who was getting weaker and weaker due to his injuries.
Canglan Tie's face was expressionless. Just like his name, he was made of steel.
Bolts of lightning struck down one after another like punishment from the heavens. There seemed to be no gap between them as they landed on the ground at the same time. As they attacked Yan Mingkong, they also swept Chen Luoyang's clone, the Half Sea Daoist, into the attack.
The Half Sea Daoist was unfazed. Purple aura spread out from his body.
The lightning-like sword light slashed into the purple Qi, and as if it had collided with something, a violent sound of metal clashing could be heard.
There seemed to be a dragon-shaped shadow swimming back and forth in the purple clouds.
Canglan Tie frowned.
What was that?
This Daoist's attacks were very complicated.
It seemed to be the orthodox Taoist school of the Green Bull Temple. Yet, it seemed to be different. The purple aura exuded the aura of a real dragon, and the Broadsword Intent was piercingly cold. It was like the Dragon Emperor's Sky Edge that was passed down in the royal family of the Western Qin. Yet, it also felt like it was not.
Who was this guy?
On the other side, Yan Mingkong's path was much clearer.
His sword technique should have come from the Netherworld …
Coming to find Blood Night Rain wasn't without reason. The black-clothed young man that Blood Night Rain brought along had lost consciousness. Could it be the key?
While Canglan Tie was deep in thought, his hands did not stop moving.
He could already tell that Yan Mingkong's swordsmanship was extremely strong. He was at level sixteen, but he didn't seem to be at a disadvantage against his sword.
That evil and domineering Netherworld Sword Art was even stronger than the rumors said. It even gave him a headache at level 18.
However, it was obvious that Yan Mingkong couldn't use such a domineering swordsmanship too often.
If she wanted to fight with a peak Martial Sage, she might have enough explosive power in an instant, but it wouldn't last long. If she couldn't decide the winner after a few rounds, it would be difficult for her in the future.
Canglan Tie's eyes were sharp. After he saw through this, he attacked faster and faster, not giving Yan Mingkong a chance to catch his breath.
He didn't let down his guard against Taoist Half Sea either. He increased the strength of his attacks. He wanted to see how strong the sloppy Taoist was and what kind of background he had.
Blood Night Rain's Canglan Tie saved him and he hurriedly ran away.
However, when the two sides were fighting again, a few bright beams of sword light fell from the sky.
A group of experts from the Tianhe Sect had also arrived.
First, a round of bright moonlight descended. The light was cold and dreamy, making it difficult to see.
The Sword Qi in it also seemed real.
It seemed illusory and didn't exist in this world. It was like an illusion.
However, it made people's hearts palpitate, as if it contained a majestic power that could pick up the stars and move the moon.
Seeing this, Canglan Tie frowned slightly, "Why are the people from the Tianhe Sect in the Boorish Desolate?"
The person who came was one of the few veteran experts of the Milky Way. Like Canglan Tie, he was a peak Martial Saint of the eighteenth level. He comprehended the Heavenly Sword Scripture and walked the path of the "Illusory Moon". He was the person with the highest achievement in the Martial Saint Realm in the Milky Way's Sword Dao inheritance.
An old woman's voice came from the dim moonlight, "I'm here for the remnants of the Blood River, for the Netherworld Poison, and for the disciples of my sect."
Canglan Tie's expression didn't change. He said coldly, "The people from the Blood River and the disciples of the Tianhe Sect are not here. As for someone proficient in the Netherworld Sword Art, there is indeed one."
As he spoke, he slashed at Yan Mingkong.
Yan Mingkong was also expressionless. He waved his sword and counterattacked. He didn't care that his Netherworld Sword Art was displayed in front of others.
Chen Luoyang's clone, Daoist Banhai, smiled and pointed in the direction where Blood Night Rain had disappeared, "Blood Night Rain and Xie Xingmang are heading in that direction. Blood Night Rain is severely injured. If he is quick, he might be able to catch up to them."
Elder Tianhe said in the dim moonlight, "Thank you for pointing the way."
However, she didn't move as she spoke.
The sword auras that were slower than her passed them and chased after Blood Night Rain and Xie Xingmang.
Canglan Tie said expressionlessly, "This is the territory of the Canglan Tribe."
The sword auras spread across the sky like lightning, like countless lightning dragons shuttling through the clouds.
However, these electric dragons were intercepted by the hazy moonlight one after another.
The voice of Elder Tianhe came from the moonlight, "Canglan Tribe leader, please forgive us for our intrusion. However, the two who escaped are of great importance. We have no choice but to offend them."
Slowly, Canglan Tie let out a sigh and withdrew her sword auras. She focused all her attention on the three opponents in front of her.
Yan Mingkong's eyes flickered with an icy blue glow. She was adjusting her breathing while staring at the two peak eighteenth level Martial Sacred Realm experts.
She could sense that Canglan Tie was keeping an eye on her and Daoist Banhai while keeping her guard up against Elder Tianhe.
Similarly, Elder Tianhe wasn't just trying to stop Canglan Tie.
If Yan Mingkong and Daoist Banhai wanted to leave, they would also be attacked by Elder Tianhe.
The three parties were in a stalemate.
Of course, it could also be the four parties...
Yan Mingkong glanced at Daoist Banhai calmly.
His expression was still relaxed.
As a matter of fact, Chen Luoyang was very relaxed.
His main body was leading Su Ye, Ning Jiuwei, and the others from another direction. They were heading toward the territory of the Canglan Tribe, searching for Blood Night Rain and Xie Xingmang, just like the successors of the Canglan Tie.
He even had the time to observe Elder Tianhe who was facing off against Canglan Tie and them through Daoist Banhai's eyes.
This should be the leader of the Canglan Tribe who was leading the team to the Boorish Desolate.
However, he wasn't sure if there were other experts from the Canglan Tribe who were secretly coming.
Especially the old Sword Immortal. Was he personally coming to the Boorish Desolate?
On the surface, the leading expert was the Elder of the "Illusionary Moon" faction. It seemed like Little Sword Immortal Shen Tianzhao wasn't here.
Normally, the top elders of the eighteenth level of the Sacred Lands were cultivating in seclusion. They wouldn't come out unless there was something very important.
In today's situation, it was most likely that Little Sword Immortal was leading the team.
He didn't see anyone now. Compared to acting alone, it was more likely that he was at the Mountain Gate of the Canglan Tribe.
The poisonous thorn that Wang Di and Patriarch Blood River had stabbed into him was still affecting him.
Madam Poison Dragon's whereabouts were unknown again, making it difficult for Little Sword Immortal to pull out the thorn.
He needed to cultivate in the Mountain Gate. The old Sword Immortal wouldn't dare to let him out.
Chen Luoyang thought as he looked at the horizon.
There, he could vaguely see a few sword lights streaking across the sky.
Everyone was about to catch up to the injured Blood Night Rain.
The injuries that Yan Mingkong had inflicted on him would only worsen if he did not heal them in time. There would be many problems in the future.
While Blood Night Rain was cursing Yan Mingkong in his heart, he could only grit his teeth and escape with Jie Xingmang.
He hadn't lost hope.
Canglan Tie was personally going. As the leader of the tribe, he wouldn't be alone.
All the capable men he could muster had probably been alerted today and rushed over together.
However, Canglan Tie's cultivation was the highest. He rushed quickly and left his subordinates behind.
Luckily, Canglan Tie came in time. Otherwise, Blood Night Rain would have died under Yan Mingkong's sword.
Yan Mingkong was intercepted by Canglan Tie, but there were people from the Canglan Tribe chasing after him. Therefore, Blood Night Rain could only run and hope to find other experts of the Canglan Tribe.
Not everyone in the Canglan Tribe knew that he was living in seclusion here, but at least some of the top experts knew. If they found him now, they might be able to save his life.
Just as Blood River was about to be caught by the Canglan Tribe, there was finally a flash of lightning in front of them.
The experts of the Canglan Tribe finally arrived in time.
Although Blood Night Rain was suspicious, the people of the Canglan Tribe had entered the Boorish Wasteland and entered deep into the territory of the Canglan Tribe. The Canglan Tribe wouldn't retreat easily. They had to chase them out first.
However, Blood Night Rain was also intercepted by them. There were experts watching over him, so he didn't need to escape in the chaos.
Blood Night Rain had no choice but to calm down. He sat down cross-legged and used his sword intent to resist the Sword Qi of the River Styx that had invaded his body. He stopped the ice crystals from spreading further and his injuries from worsening.
When the people of the Canglan Tribe saw Blood Night Rain and Jie Xingmang in front of them, they obviously didn't want to retreat.
Especially Tao Wangji and his disciple. When they saw Jie Xingmang, they held their breath.
"Our disciple was captured by the remnants of the Canglan Tribe. Please return him." A white-robed old man from the Canglan Tribe said Slowly.
Chen Luoyang was hidden in the distance. He looked at the Canglan Tribe and the Boorish Wasteland in Silence.
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