A journey through the world of martial arts

Chapter 427 Battle Situation
Just as Helian Ba's six demonic clones were annihilated, the clones suddenly split into two more, making a total of twelve. Taking advantage of the dissipation of the sword light, they continued to rush forward and surrounded Jian Xiong in the blink of an eye. Before Jian Xiong could make a move, a dark light flashed in Helian Ba's eyes. He pointed his finger forward and twelve finger-forces shot towards Jian Xiong from all directions.

Ren Qianxing watched as Helian Ba ​​trapped Jian Xiong within him, and a thought struck him. He then moved swiftly and landed beside Helian Ba. Looking at Jian Xiong, who was defending herself on her sword, he said in a deep voice, "Palace Master Helian, quickly capture her. We don't have much time to waste."

Helian Ba ​​chuckled and nodded upon hearing this. Looking at the still resilient Jian Xiong, he added three more points of force to his hand, unleashing a surge of palm power. Gusts of fierce wind pressed down on Jian Xiong, who had barely managed to block the twelve finger strikes, but his own true energy was also completely depleted. Seeing the palm wind coming towards him, Jian Xiong's expression changed. He hurriedly swung his sword diagonally, sending a sword light to meet the attack. However, due to insufficient true energy, the sword light was instantly torn to pieces upon contact with the palm wind, which continued to rush towards Jian Xiong with undiminished momentum.

At the same time, the twelve clones attacked again, sending out barrages of finger strikes. Just as things were getting critical, a roar suddenly came, followed by two powerful fist strikes that swept across the room. The split palm and the twelve finger strikes vanished instantly. Not only that, but just as the fist and palm strikes dissipated, a completely different palm strike came from the side. The palm hadn't even arrived yet, but the force had already penetrated the back.

"Brother Yan, Senior, Xiaoyao Lang!"

Jianxiong's face lit up with surprise. He mustered his last breath and dodged to the side.

"The Four Symbols of Heavenly Will!"

Helian Ba ​​cried out in alarm and hurriedly dodged, but the twelve demonic clones were swept away in an instant. Ren Qianxing's expression also changed drastically, but he did not dodge like Helian Ba. Instead, he raised his longsword high and excitedly slashed at Feng Shen Nu. A blood-red sword light crashed down and collided with Feng Shen Nu. Feng Shen Nu paused slightly, then pushed forward at an even faster speed. The blood-red sword light was shattered continuously, causing Ren Qianxing's blood to surge. His longsword shattered on the spot with a crack, and the fragments were swept by the wind, shooting towards Ren Qianxing and Helian Ba ​​like raindrops.

Upon seeing this, Helian Ba's expression immediately changed. This Wind God's Wrath has the ability to obstruct space. When mastered to a high level, it can control space within several miles with ease. Although Yan Zangfeng's cultivation period is short and he cannot achieve this level, he can still do so within a space of about ten feet. He absolutely cannot retreat now, otherwise, if he falls into the eye of the storm, he will have no chance of winning at all.

Thinking of this, Helian Ba ​​disregarded everything else. With a surge of true energy, a Wind God Dharma Image also appeared behind him. However, compared to Yan Zangfeng's Wind God Dharma Image, this Wind God Dharma Image had more ferocity and less righteousness. Moreover, its height was only half that of Yan Zangfeng's. But as soon as he unleashed the Wind God's Wrath, the strong wind force could not harm him. In fact, the incoming force was even absorbed.

"I was prepared for this move." The Wine Immortal sneered, transmitted a few words to Yan Zangfeng, then gave a few instructions to Xiaoyao Lang, picked up his wine gourd, tilted his head back and swallowed a mouthful. He wiped his mouth, his true energy surged, and his face instantly turned red. With a deep shout, he unleashed a powerful Overlord Fist at full strength. The radiating energy struck Helian Ba's Wind God Dharma Image simultaneously. Helian Ba ​​was locked in a stalemate with Yan Zangfeng, as the external force broke the balance. Helian Ba's Wind God Dharma Image shifted between reality and illusion several times before dissipating like a thin mist.

Just as the Wind God's Dharma Image dissipated, Helian Ba's face paled slightly. Seeing the incoming fist force and Wind God's Wrath, he hurriedly conjured dozens of phantoms and unleashed the Dividing Heart Palm simultaneously, while his true body remained hidden among them. As the Wind God's Wrath's hindering force weakened during the moment the three forces clashed, Helian Ba ​​flashed away and immediately escaped from the spot.

Helian Ba ​​thought he had escaped, but suddenly four sword lights shot out from all directions, swirling around and instantly forming a sword formation that blocked his way. However, Helian Ba ​​was no ordinary person. Seeing the murderous aura of the sword formation, he threw out four fire thunder beads without thinking.

"careful!"

Upon seeing the incoming Fire Thunder Pearl, the four swordsmen's expressions changed instantly. They hurriedly withdrew their formation to protect themselves, slicing the pearl in half with their swords before it exploded. At the same time, each of them unleashed a hidden weapon, shooting it towards the fleeing Helian Ba. Helian Ba ​​paused for a moment, let out a muffled groan, and then ran even faster towards the outside, disappearing from their sight in the blink of an eye, leaving only a clear trail of blood.

"Those who have been hit by our hidden weapons will be severely injured, if not killed." The Dragon Sword Envoy only briefly examined the situation before leading three others to aid the Sword Hero.

Ren Qianxing's expression changed several times when he saw Helian Ba ​​unleash the same Wind God's Wrath. He was especially wary of Helian Ba's ability to absorb true energy. However, in the blink of an eye, Helian Ba ​​was beaten into a sorry state by Yan Cangfeng and Jiu Zhongxian and fled in panic. Before Ren Qianxing could react, Helian Ba ​​had already disappeared. Looking at the four pairs of eyes staring at him, Ren Qianxing felt a little embarrassed and a little scared.

"Let's take down Jianxiong first!"

After a brief moment of thought, Ren Qianxing glanced at the four people. He realized that his internal energy was running low and he absolutely could not engage in a prolonged fight. Among the four, Jian Xiong was the weakest and the most noble.
Thinking of this, Ren Qianxing moved instantly, a cold light flashed in his hand, and the fine steel soft sword that was tied to his waist was already in his hand. He poured his true energy into it, making it taut and straight. Points of cold light splashed like rain, and the sharp wind stung people's eyes and brought tears to their eyes. A murderous aura instantly filled the surroundings.

Just as Ren Qianxing was about to make his move, Xiaoyao Lang, who had been watching him closely, was prepared. He snorted coldly, and the black whip in his hand, like a dragon, coiled and shot out, baring its fangs and claws as it wrapped around Ren Qianxing's soft sword.

Meanwhile, Yan Zangfeng and Jiu Zhongxian flanked Xiaoyao Lang, refraining from taking the initiative. This was partly to put pressure on Ren Qianxing, preventing him from unleashing his full strength, and partly to provide support for Xiaoyao Lang should anything happen. The Thousand-Mile Whip Thunder had always been the nemesis of various strange sword techniques, and tonight they wanted to see if it could break through the One Sword Separation.

Ren Qianxing watched the black whip hurtling towards him, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes. Without dodging or avoiding it, he roared and his sword flashed red light as he slashed at the black whip. With a snap, Xiaoyao Lang flicked his wrist, and the black whip transformed into several circles, like a lock, directly locking Ren Qianxing's longsword. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull it out. As time passed, the red light on the sword was gradually dimming.

"What a magnificent Thousand-Mile Thunder Whip! If I had used any other sword technique, I would have been at a disadvantage. It's a pity that you encountered a sword that could separate worlds."

Ren Qianxing's face turned cold. With a flick of his wrist, the locked longsword hummed, and its already dim crimson light suddenly shone brightly. Then, with a few soft sounds, the black whip was sliced ​​into several pieces and fell to the ground. A flash of crimson light appeared on its surface, and with a "poof," flames erupted, turning it to ashes in the blink of an eye. Not only that, but the blood-red flames continued to spread along the black whip towards Xiaoyao Lang.

Seeing this, Xiaoyao Lang remained calm and flicked his wrist, sending a surge of true energy along the black whip to extinguish the flames. At the same time, he flashed forward, clenching his right fist and unleashing a powerful burst of energy that swept across Ren Qianxing. The latter's expression turned solemn. Although this fist was also domineering, it was by no means the Overlord Fist. Not only was it no less powerful, but it also contained three parts of the true meaning of the Kingly Way. The dark side of people's hearts had nowhere to hide under its reflection.

Taking a deep breath, Ren Qianxing flicked his soft sword, and a clear sword cry rang out. The sword straightened, and a streak of red light appeared on it. As the sword light flashed, Ren Qianxing and Xiaoyao Lang had already clashed. Fists and swords clashed, and energy overflowed. Although Ren Qianxing's swordsmanship was exquisite, he had previously had a lot of true energy depleted by Jian Xiong, and his inner strength had not yet recovered. Now, facing a head-on opponent like Xiaoyao Lang, his exquisite swordsmanship was defeated step by step by the straightforward Subduing Demon Fist, leaving him in a sorry state.

After exchanging blows for a short while, Ren Qianxing revealed an opening, which Xiaoyao Lang seized upon, landing a punch that sent him flying backward, coughing up blood. Xiaoyao Lang gave him no chance to retaliate, closing in and unleashing a barrage of punches on Ren Qianxing. The latter, barely regaining his footing, was forced to hastily respond, but he had already lost the initiative and was steadily on the path to defeat. "No, I can't die here!"

Ren Qianxing continued to slash with his sword, his eyes revealing unwavering conviction. With a roar, he drew his sword to protect himself, directly taking a blow from the Demon-Subduing Fist with his own body. Using the force of the Demon-Subduing Fist, he flipped over and landed safely. His longsword was pointed directly at Xiaoyao Lang, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes. He pointed his fingers and slashed the sword, the crimson light flickering erratically. A crimson beam of light landed directly on Xiaoyao Lang.

Just as the crimson beam of light shone down on him, Xiaoyao Lang felt a shiver run through his body, his hair standing on end, as if he were being watched by something dangerous. He stopped running and stared intently at Ren Qianxing opposite him.

"One sword separates the worlds!"

Ren Qianxing smiled cruelly and slashed forward with his longsword. A streak of crimson light shot out and arrived beside Xiaoyao Lang in the blink of an eye. The latter was instantly captivated and remained motionless. Jiu Zhongxian and Yan Cangfeng both changed their expressions drastically. This change happened so quickly that they had no time to react.

"Carefree young man, get out of the way!"

The two rushed over, shouting at Xiaoyao Lang, but Xiaoyao Lang seemed like a wooden puppet. Just as he was about to be struck by the sword light, a streak of light suddenly flashed and flew over, landing right in front of him and creating a protective aura that enveloped him. At the same time, the sword that separated them from the world also arrived, striking the protective aura squarely. A loud explosion was heard, and the surrounding space seemed to shatter. Jiu Zhongxian and Yan Cangfeng felt a tremendous force coming from outside their bodies. They groaned and staggered back several steps before dissipating the force. After regaining their footing, they immediately looked at the place obscured by the smoke and dust.

"Xiaoyao Lang!"

Immortal Jiu Zhong was frantic and disregarded everything else, rushing forward. He swept away the turbid air with his sleeve and saw Xiaoyao Lang kneeling on the ground, motionless. Immortal Jiu Zhong rushed forward, but at that moment, a sword light shot out from the side, its target being Immortal Jiu Zhong's neck. Immortal Jiu Zhong felt the chill and immediately moved to the side, just dodging the sword light. However, the sword light was actually a sword within a sword. Caught off guard, the sword pierced through his chest. Immortal Jiu Zhong stared viciously at Ren Qianxing, who was holding the sword. He grabbed the sword with both hands, blood trickling down his face. With a roar, a crisp sound rang out, and the fine steel soft sword was instantly broken.

"Go to hell!"

The instant the soft sword was broken, Ren Qianxing unleashed a powerful Dragon Palm strike, striking the Immortal of Wine squarely in the chest, sending him flying.

"senior!"

Yan Zangfeng arrived a step too late and saw Ren Qianxing strike Jiu Zhongxian with a palm. Yan Zangfeng's face immediately turned angry, and he roared as a palm gust of wind rushed towards Ren Qianxing. However, Ren Qianxing was disdainful and dodged the attack in a flash. When he reappeared, he was already beside Jian Xiong. To Jian Xiong's astonishment, Ren Qianxing pressed Jian Xiong's pressure points with his fingers, grabbed him, and took him away.

"not good!"

Yan Zangfeng's expression changed drastically. Just then, the heavily injured Wine Immortal struggled to his feet and said urgently to Yan Zangfeng, "Zangfeng, hurry and rescue the young city lord, otherwise, things will go terribly wrong!"

Seeing Yan Zangfeng's troubled expression, the Wine Immortal shouted, "I'm fine here for now. Xiaoyao Lang is just unconscious and his life isn't in danger. Don't waste time, go quickly!"

Yan Zangfeng nodded upon hearing this and hurriedly ran in the direction Ren Qianxing had left.

Just after Yan Zangfeng left, Jiu Zhongxian coughed up a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground. After a while, Jiu Zhongxian shakily picked up his wine gourd, took a sip of Bawang wine, struggled to sit cross-legged, and used his fingers to seal several vital acupoints. He silently meditated to recover his energy. After a short while, the blood in his chest stopped flowing. Jiu Zhongxian exhaled a breath of turbid air, forced himself to get up, went to the side of the unconscious Xiaoyao Lang, helped him up, took out a pill from his pocket and fed it into his mouth, then placed one palm against his back to help him neutralize the medicinal effects.

On the other side, Ren Qianxing carried Jianxiong and ran towards a certain place. Although he was fast, he could not shake off Yan Cangfeng behind him. Just as the two sides were getting closer and closer, a person suddenly entered Ren Qianxing's eyes. It was Bai Yanluo from Cangying Fortress.

Bai Yanluo also saw Ren Qianxing at this moment. His astonishment had not yet disappeared when he heard Ren Qianxing's voice in his ear.

"White Yama, capture Yan Zangfeng!"

Bai Yanluo's expression changed slightly, but upon sensing the chaotic aura emanating from Yan Cangfeng, he felt a surge of energy. This man was cultivating the Heavenly Will Four Symbols Technique. If he could capture him, he might be able to extract the method for cultivating the Heavenly Will Four Symbols Technique from him. From now on, he would no longer have to be subordinate to the chief. Wouldn't this Eagle Fortress then be his? Thinking of this, Bai Yanluo let out a fierce roar, transforming into a white streak and rushing straight towards Yan Cangfeng. His ghostly claws flashed with eerie light as he grabbed at Yan Cangfeng.

Seeing Bai Yanluo make his move, Ren Qianxing felt relieved and rushed towards a certain spot without even glancing at the battle behind him. Meanwhile, Yan Zangfeng, seeing the ghost claw approaching, paused slightly but quickly charged forward again, drawing his sword. With a clang, Bai Yanluo felt a powerful force penetrate his chest and back, causing his true energy to stagnate. He landed on his back, and before he could recover, he felt a lightness in his hand. The Senluo ghost claw had been neatly severed, leaving only a handle. He was horrified.

Seeing the murderous Yan Zangfeng, Bai Yanluo's expression changed several times. He threw the handle at Yan Zangfeng and used his lightness skill to try to leave the place. But at this moment, a sword light flashed, and Bai Yanluo screamed. His body was separated from his head, which rolled to the ground. His body ran forward a few steps before collapsing and leaving behind a pool of blood that smelled strongly of blood.

(End of this chapter)