Xuanxia

Chapter 537 Heading Towards Death
Ping!
Tang Jiao put one hand in front of her chest and used her spirit sword to defend herself, blocking a killer's rapier. At the same time, she raised her other hand and swung it above her head, so that the spirit sword suddenly split into two and stabbed from both sides of the killer at the same time.

The killer was caught off guard, and was pierced through the neck and ribs by the two piercing swords. His body stiffened and he slowly fell to the ground.

Blood splattered on Tang Jiao's slightly pale face. She took two steps back, bit her lip, and looked at the body lying on the ground, her chest heaving.

"what happened?"

At this time, Qiu Chan behind her took a step back, their backs pressed against each other, and Qiu Chan asked, "Are you not used to killing people?"

Tang Jiao didn't respond.

It’s not that she hasn’t fought with others, nor has she never “killed” people, but the last time she “killed” someone was in the illusion of the Hidden Dragon Hundred Heroes Conference.

Killing people at that time did not actually mean taking someone's life, which is different from now.

The sweet, warm blood, the dead body lying on the ground, the body pierced by my own hands...

Before I could think about it, another killer pounced on me!
Qiu Chan pulled Tang Jiao away, and the soft sword moved in and out. The coldness attached to the sword edge, circling around the thin sword and heading towards the killer.

The killer had no expression on his face. He didn't care at all that the tip of the soft sword was about to pierce him. He just kept stabbing the rapier forward.

Qiu Chan's pupils shrank slightly - the opponent was willing to risk his life to fight this sword, but she couldn't do that, so she stepped back and changed her moves.

But at this moment, Tang Jiao on the side suddenly raised her head, with a flash of murderous intent in her eyes.

The next moment, two spiritual swords pierced through the killer's neck without hesitation!
The magic sword closed into one in the air and flew back to Tang Jiao's hand with blood.

Seeing the killer's body fall to the ground, Qiu Chan felt relieved.

She turned around and kicked a killer who was approaching from behind and said to Tang Jiao with a smile: "It seems that my worry is unnecessary?"

"They killed Mr. Nan."

Tang Jiao also smiled, but her smile was particularly cold: "Whether it's Wuli Village or Xiyu Pavilion, it's the same... I won't allow more people around me to die in their hands."

After saying that, she controlled the spirit sword and faced the other killer.

Qiu Chan curled the corners of her mouth and said nothing more. She shook her soft sword and pounced towards the assassins on her side.

On the other side, Wu Yan and Jiang Qi were fighting fiercely.

They pressed together and moved quickly, with swords flashing, moves sharp, and crisp metallic sounds ringing in the ears.

The sword techniques of both men were equally strange and tricky, stabbing up and down, forward and backward, which was completely contrary to common sense. More importantly, neither of them avoided the other's stabs at all, allowing the other to stab bloody holes in their bodies.

Wu Yan didn't feel any pain, but Jiang Qi always frowned slightly when he was stabbed - he obviously felt pain, but he was just deliberately avoiding the feeling of pain.

But having said that, his swordsmanship is more powerful than Wu Yan's, and his attacks are also faster.

More importantly, although Wu Yan used sword skills, what he held in his hand was not a sword, but a pointed iron rod that had been bent.

After a fierce fight, Wu Yan was obviously more seriously injured, but Jiang Qi's movements began to slow down.

By this calculation...they are evenly matched.

Tang Minge blocked the two assassins' swords, looked at Wu Yan, and whispered, "What a monster..."

Just at this moment of distraction, a thin sword suddenly stabbed over from a strange and tricky angle, and was about to pierce Tang Min's back of the neck!

"Uncle!"

Not far away, Tang Jiao's nervous exclamation was heard.

But Tang Min didn't care. He held the short stick in his backhand and shook it lightly. Suddenly, the two ends of the short stick made a "clang" sound, and long sharp blades popped out!
This is not a short stick, it is clearly a double-ended long sword!

The long knife suddenly stretched out, which was longer than the rapier. With a "puff", it pierced into the flesh of the assassin in the shadow. The rapier stopped before it touched Tang Min's skin. Tang Min sneered and swung another short stick. The short stick also ejected a long blade and turned into a double-headed long knife, breaking the wrist of the oncoming assassin!
when!
Wu Yan and Jiang Qi's weapons collided and they both retreated at the same time. Wu Yan happened to retreat to Tang Min's side.

Covered in blood, he tilted his head to take a look at the double-edged dagger.

"...Is there no need to use swords anymore? Just to protect yourself?" Wu Yan was speechless.

Tang Min laughed: "Who wouldn't hold back?"

After saying that, he raised his arms, a raging fighting spirit burning in his body, and brandished two double-headed long swords. The blades were like two wolf-tooth moons, splashing out bursts of moonlight-like sword light, and blood splattered wherever they passed!

How can this be a killer? It's clearly a berserker!
He was like a wild beast, charging among the killers.

Seeing her uncle so brave, Tang Jiao felt a little relieved.

Her eyes were slightly cold, and she waved her hands. The two spirit swords were controlled by her, performing countless exquisite sword techniques, like two fluttering butterflies, drawing elegant arcs, reaping the lives of the killers with the gorgeous and dazzling sword techniques.

Qiu Chan's style can be described as...slow and steady work.

After breaking through the sixth realm, there was always a chilling aura attached to the soft sword as it twisted and swallowed. Each sword and each move, although not fatal, left spreading pieces of ice crystals on the killers' bodies, slowing them down more and more.

She held back the most killers, moving lightly and nimbly among them. Every time she passed by, the killers' movements became slower, until their joints and vital points were all covered with ice crystals and frozen so that they could hardly move. Only then would Qiu Chan "mercifully" deliver the last sword and take their lives.

On the other side, the battle between Wu Yan and Jiang Qi has also become increasingly intense.

Jiang Qi's swordsmanship became more and more fierce, and each sword was aimed directly at Wu Yan's vitals, but Wu Yan did not block or evade. Only when those sword moves might cut his throat or pierce his heart, he would move away slightly to allow the sword to deflect slightly.

Boom!
There was a buzzing sound, and Wu Yan was trying to clamp the rapier with his own flesh and blood, but Jiang Qi suddenly jumped up and hit him on the temple with his elbow!

Wu Yan's head tilted, his eyes quickly filled with blood, but he still had no expression on his face. Instead, he still held the rapier tightly, and at the same time, he swung his hand, and the iron rod smashed over at an extremely tricky angle!
After the whistling wind, there was a crisp "ping" sound!
The bloody iron rod dragged on the ground, bending even more severely.

Jiang Qi took several steps back, and his right arm, which had just held the sword, hung limply at his side. His upper arm was twisted at an extremely horrible and tragic angle, and it was obvious that the bones there had been shattered.

Wu Yan slowly stood up, stretched out his hand, pulled the rapier out from his body, then threw away the iron rod and held the rapier in his hand.

At the same time, Qiu Chan, Tang Jiao and Tang Min also turned their heads and looked at Jiang Qi.

At their feet, the bodies of the killers lay, their red clothes stained with blood. The blood flowed into the stream at the bottom of the cave, dyeing the water red.

Jiang Qi took two more steps back.

Wu Yan held the rapier and took two steps forward.

"You guys, can't get through." Jiang Qi suddenly said, "He's coming."

"he?"

Wu Yan frowned slightly and was about to ask a question when a familiar and cold aura instantly enveloped the four of them.

They followed the breath and suddenly raised their heads.

At the top of the cave, I saw a figure, like a gecko, clinging to the ceiling of the cave.

"Grass!"

Tang Min's pupils shrank, and he couldn't help but curse: "Why is he here again!"

Yes, the man in the cave was the weirdo from before!

He was blinded in both eyes and had one hand broken, but now he no longer flinched as he had before when facing the Cut Wave Knife, nor was he arrogant and ferocious as before, but was extremely indifferent and vicious...

Like, a very hungry cheetah.

(End of this chapter)