521: Chapter 264: Resentnt (Please Subscribe) 521: Chapter 264: Resentnt (Please Subscribe) As Chu Xisheng was slaying Shangguan Shen Hao, Tie Xiaosheng and the Eight-Ard Vajra Sword Bu Yancheng were fiercely fighting to the death with Governor Sikong Chan.
The movent technique speed of Bu Yancheng was similar to that of Sikong Chan, and at the mont, he was fully engaged in entangling, harassing, and intercepting.
He was like another version of Little Zhao.
Rarely confronting Sikong Chan head-on, his sole purpose was to force Sikong Chan to slow down his movent technique.
Tie Xiaosheng was sowhat inferior, sparing no effort and going all out in a life-and-death struggle with Sikong Chan.
Tie Xiaosheng gambled almost all of his True Yuan, all his Qi-blood, and even all his primal essence.
A huge ‘Li Tan’ demon shadow appeared again behind him, each swing of his sword was full force, Sword Energy like a rainbow, Sword Intent like a mountain, completely ignoring any defense; his only goal was to injure the enemy, determined to kill Sikong Chan at all costs!
Sikong Chan, on the other hand, was fully focused on escaping; he held a small crimson Blood Sword, moving ghostlike, darting left and right, flipping up and down, trying hard to shake off Bu Yancheng.
He would not confront Tie Xiaosheng head-on unless absolutely necessary.
Moreover, countless Geng tal Sword Qi sprayed from the Sword Box behind Sikong Chan.
This peculiar Magic Artifact allowed him to possess so capabilities of a Sword Cultivator, converting a portion of his True Yuan into sword power close to Fourth-Grade, and the quantity was endless, producing thirty or forty in a single breath.
This was tantamount to having two peak Fifth Grade Upper martial cultivators, or even ones surpassing the Fifth Grade, joining forces.
This was still the status of Sikong Chan with unhealed injuries.
More than a year ago, this governor had once fought Iron Madman and had almost tied, despite his Demon Armor ‘Iron Futing’ not being fully unsealed.
However, today Sikong Chan t his match; Bu Yancheng’s two hands and six phantom arms were striking at high frequency.
He not only protected himself unhard but also destroyed so of the Sword Qi directed towards Tie Xiaosheng.
As for the remaining part, Bu Yancheng couldn’t be bothered with it.
Although Tie Xiaosheng made no defense, he wore a Third-Grade treasure armor, and his Protective Gang Power was even stronger than many Fourth-Grade external skills.
Although Sword Qi from Sikong Chan shook his Protective Gang Qi, causing light shadows to tremble and Qi Yuan to destabilize, it still couldn’t completely penetrate this layer of Gang Qi.
As ti passed, Sikong Chan gradually beca agitated.
He began to abandon escaping and went all out attacking Tie Xiaosheng.
The crimson small sword was faster than lightning, continuously bombarding Tie Xiaosheng.
This was the ‘Immaculate Sword’, known around the world for its unmatched hand speed and Sword Speed.
It’s said that when this Sword Cultivator reaches the extre, they can hold a silver needle and embroider 999 lotus flowers on a piece of cloth.
At that mont when Sikong Chan burst forth with Sword Speed, the sword light covered Tie Xiaosheng like a violent storm.
However, not a single sword could truly stab into the body of Tie Xiaosheng.
Although the Sword Speed of Tie Xiaosheng was slow, his Sword Energy repelled for several ters, sweeping away everything, working on a strategy where brute force breaks craftiness.
Those sword lights, upon contact, were swept away and annihilated by him.
Another part was defended by Bu Yancheng with the Eight-Ard Vajra Sword by his side.
And the rest, even if they pierced through Tie Xiaosheng’s Protective Gang Qi, could not penetrate the ‘Demon Rhinoceros Divine Armor’ he wore.
Sparks flew off the outer layer of the armor, continuously making a ‘thud’ sound.
Sikong Chan’s eyes gradually turned blood red, his Sword Speed and sword power growing stronger, and the trajectory of the crimson small sword beca more and more enigmatic, resembling nurous red serpents tearing at Tie Xiaosheng.
Gradually, even Tie Xiaosheng had a hard ti enduring it, and he was wounded by Sikong Chan’s sword piercing through several weak spots in his armor, injuring his skin.
The blade of this crimson small sword was coated with a fierce poison, rapidly spreading through Tie Xiaosheng’s body.
But Tie Xiaosheng was also prepared.
He imdiately swallowed a ‘Taiyin Guarding Body Pill’ he had held in his mouth.
This was a Third-Grade Spirit Pill worth tens of thousands of taels of Demon Silver, designed to suppress all kinds of Gu poison, including dicinal poison, Blood Poison, demon poison, Gu poison, and Curse Poison, etc.
Even if it couldn’t dissolve the poison, it would significantly delay the onset.
Tie Xiaosheng felt a coolness spread throughout his body without any signs of weakness or debilitation.
Those toxins were still spreading and infiltrating throughout his blood and into his four limbs and hundred bones, yet they posed no threat to his life within a couple of hours.
With his mind settled, Tie Xiaosheng then laughed heartily, “Sikong Chan, when you conspired with Lin Shi to plot against and kill my sixth brother, you didn’t expect to have today, did you?”
Sikong Chan’s expression was cold, but horrifying green veins erged beside his blood-red eyes.
He knew why Tie Xiaosheng was so rampant; rely a dozen miles away, several powerful figures were rapidly cutting through the sky and approaching them.
Sikong Chan sensed their presence even before Tie Xiaosheng.
Over twenty miles away, he had already detected these people’s approach.
Thus, Sikong Chan completely gave up on escaping, knowing that once these State Army experts caught up, he had no chance of escape.
At his full combat power, Sikong Chan could match a Lower Fourth Rank expert, but he was ultimately not a true Fourth Grade.
In the State Army, there were four whose combat strength matched him.
At this mont, the emotions in Sikong Chan’s eyes were both crazy and calm, both terrifying and despairing!
He also harbored so regret in his heart.
If it weren’t for his own greed, coveting the properties of the Iron Banner Gang and that small canal in West Mountain, he, a Fourth-Grade Prefectural Governor, would never have ended up in this predicant.
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