"Great monk."
"I will compensate for your Zen staff!"
What an extraordinary strength.
That Feilong Zen Staff was deford completely, and before the aid of the nearby monk Bu-Chi could arrive, the young man executed a bizarre technique. It was clearly a staff technique but resembled a sword's cleave, akin to the Barbarian Race's Beheading Sword Montum, and similar to the Sword Saint's Qi-Slash, concentrating all his power into one point.
Overall, it was extrely strange, unlike the martial arts of the Central Plains.
Crack.
The old beggar's head shattered instantly. With one strike from the Zen staff, even innate true qi couldn't protect it, and the head splintered like a waterlon, exploding into fragnts across the sky.
"If it were a five-star whiteboard, it would be about the sa as an ordinary legendary warrior."
The Westerners are tougher and more resilient.
Duncan swept in all directions with one move, and even the ring at the top of the Feilong Zen Staff was deford. Seeing his companion's sudden death, the monk Bu-Chi imdiately thought about escaping.
Yet he didn't expect the Hehuan Sect disciples around to flee even faster.
At this mont, a woman's figure erged, proving that there were loyal disciples still. Bu-Chi sighed emotionally, but in the next second, a sharp sword stabbed directly at his chest.
Bu-Chi monk agitated his internal true qi, blasting the young girl away.
This delay ant he could no longer escape.
The young man and Bu-Jie monk together blocked him, and the young man reached out to catch the girl, channeling a stream of true qi into her. The girl, pale-faced, said, "Young master, Zhi Nu is useless."
The young man calmly replied, "Next ti, don't help."
"It's enough to have the intention."
He wielded the Feilong Zen Staff like a club, and the nearby Bu-Jie monk looked on with distress, muttering, "This Feilong treasure staff is ruined now. When I go back and et the elders, I will certainly be scolded."
Using sothing that isn't yours really brings no heartache.
The young man added, "I'll compensate."
At that mont, the Flower Monk's face looked extrely grim. He secretly observed around, cursing in his heart, "Where is that guy nad Hou? Just watching us die here?"
They weren't two but three people.
If it weren't for the young man's domineering technique, smashing the old beggar's head with one staff strike, the current situation should have been three against two, with them clearly overwhelming the other side.
The direct disciple of the Hehuan Sect's master excels in stealth assassinations. If he took action, he would undoubtedly harm one person.
The Flower Monk's thoughts weren't wrong either.
Only that person's target wasn't the two young n but Lady Jade Face, who had just drifted into the forest. If these three were together, with Lady Jade Face's qinggong, the others wouldn't even be able to escape.
In terms of threat level, Lady Jade Face was certainly higher.
Wshhh!
Dark projectiles shot out one after another.
Lady Jade Face's face changed dramatically as she had been distracted by the nearby sounds of fighting, not expecting an ambush nearby. At this mont, she was in mid-air, unable to find leverage, directly enveloped by the poisoned projectiles.
At this critical mont, the gale lifted several fallen leaves, and Lady Jade Face floated mid-air displaying qinggong that shocked even the assailant. Her graceful figure appeared akin to a celestial being on waves, stepping on several windblown leaves that changed her montum, almost floating as she shot upwards, two Profound Yin Finger Forces shooting out in a splitting palm style.
Bam!
Lady Jade Face turned pale, forcefully raising her true qi, injuring her ridians. Stabilizing herself with a few leaves, not many in the whole martial world could manage this.
Her figure gracefully landed, standing at the tip of a bamboo branch, and in that brief instant, the bamboo bent into a bow.
Linglong Mystical Finger.
At this mont, she executed a Daoist technique, with spiraling qi force, allegedly martial arts created by the legendary Yu Xuanji in the Late Tang Dynasty. The truth remains uncertain, with so saying it was created by an itinerant wanderer of the martial world.
The two exchanged several moves, yet Lady Jade Face couldn't win. Her opponent's true qi was incredibly abundant, with a strange attribute, resembling demonic qi.
"It's you!"
Lady Jade Face's eyes shot out killing intent, sternly rebuking, "You killed the three Feng Xian sisters!"
The shadow in the darkness sneered, "You an those three fox spirits?"
"They fed off others, naturally they should have thought that one day they would be fed on themselves."
This person's techniques were bizarre, no longer seeming like martial arts but more akin to demonic secret techniques. His ghostly figure and extraordinary movent technique seed to stir a faint aura of demonic winds when he moved.
Lady Jade Face's expression turned ugly; she gravely inquired, "You took their Demon Cores?"
The person t Lady Jade Face palm-to-palm, responding coldly, "Indeed."
"I refined them into pills."
"There's one left."
"Do you want it? If you're willing to beco my concubine, I will give you one."
Lady Jade Face burst into fury, her finger force piercing through the bamboo grove as she shouted angrily, "Do you think you're worthy!"
Boom!
Engaging again, Lady Jade Face was at a disadvantage; that person's techniques weirdly restrained her, rendering her secret techniques completely ineffective, unable to disturb his mind.
"Showing off in front of an expert."
"You even dare think you can disturb my mind."
The thresholds of those in the demonic path are notably high; an apprentice of the Hehuan Sect's about to inherit the sect has seen every kind of situation, utterly fearless of mind-bewitching dharma gates.
A short sword appeared in his hand, dark red like blood, cutting through iron like mud, and his ghostly figure seed to shrink the ground, forcibly catching up with Lady Jade Face. As their figures leaped, both were sent flying back; however, Lady Jade Face subtly altered her move, her finger force feeling like ice piercing to the bones, and with a clang, frost ford on the person's chest.
Nonetheless, Lady Jade Face wasn't much better; her complexion turned red then white, her breath unstable, similar to being poisoned.
"Submit to now, and you can still be spared."
The man from the darkness had the upper hand; as a true disciple of the demonic sect, he mastered multiple secret techniques. His injuries vanished without a trace, his true qi surging, turning him stronger instead.
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