After returning to the village, start chasing the mountain from binding Emei

Chapter 917 Sword Intent Takes Form, The Identity of the Tower Thief!

"what?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Wenguang's expression instantly froze on his face.

Is someone upstairs?
Did the eight-winged centipede sense the energy of blood and qi?

If it is just a sword spirit, it is a physical entity formed by the sword intent, so how could it have fluctuations in qi and blood?

Thinking of this, Yang Wenguang felt a chill run down his spine, and goosebumps rose all over his body.

There's someone hiding on the fourth floor of the Sword Tower—a real person!
The two people and the insect all looked towards the stairwell on the third floor.

"Dangdang!"

At that moment, a piercing sound came from the fourth floor.

The sound of a window breaking.

Is the person upstairs trying to escape?
Chen Yang's heart tightened, and without thinking, he broke the third-floor window and jumped out.

All that could be seen was a figure in a gray robe who climbed over the courtyard wall and headed towards the dense forest to the west.

high speed.

With Chen Yang's lightness skill, he is definitely not as good.

"Old Centipede!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the eight-winged centipede flew down from the tower, clung to Chen Yang's back, and quickly took off from the spot.

"Old Yang, you stay in the village."

When Yang Wenguang came out of the tower, he only heard Chen Yang's voice coming from the air.

Looking up, the figure had already disappeared into the distance.

stupid!
Yang Wenguang was completely stunned.

There was actually someone hiding on the fourth floor of the Yang family's inherited sword tower.

Moreover, this person probably hasn't known how long he's been hiding in the Sword Tower. He still remembers that a few months ago, after breaking through to the Creation Realm, he went there excitedly, but he was instantly killed as soon as he showed his face and was knocked down as soon as he went up.

He had always thought that the sword spirit on the fourth floor was powerful. If he hadn't come with Chen Yang and the others today, he probably would still be in the dark.

Looking back at the broken window on the fourth floor of the Sword Tower, Yang Wenguang broke out in a cold sweat.

There was such a person hiding right next to me, and I was completely unaware of it.

Who on earth dared to sneak into the Yang Family Sword Tower without permission?

Who is some remarkable elder in the Yang family?
Impossible. Yang Wenguang is the oldest and most senior member of the Yang family. How could he not know which ancestors of the Yang family are still alive?
Even if we assume it was a senior member of the Yang family, in that situation, the other party wouldn't have needed to run away at all.

It must have been raided by some expert.

He had wanted to chase after them to see what was happening, but at that speed, he couldn't even think about it. Chen Yang was quite strong and had the Eight-Winged Centipede by his side, so he shouldn't be in any danger. He, on the other hand, needed to stay behind to look after his people.

……

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Back mountain.

The eight-winged centipede, resembling a spine, crawled on Chen Yang's back. From a distance, it looked as if Chen Yang had eight wings growing from his back, flapping them at great speed.

The radar spread out, scanning the forest below, covering an area of ​​over 600 meters.

They quickly found the figure moving swiftly through the woods.

The man was dressed in a gray robe, with three long swords on his back. He was facing away from the camera, so his face was not clearly visible, but his hair was slightly gray, indicating that he was obviously an elderly person.

The lightness skill is impressive, but how can something that runs on the ground outrun something that flies in the sky?

Deep in the forests of Longtai Mountain, Chen Yang, unafraid of causing a stir, took out the Eclipse Moon Bow, had the Eight-Winged Centipede close the distance, and fired an arrow directly at it.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the arrow, like a falling star, streaked into the forest, leaving a trail of fire from friction with the air.

The man had clearly spotted Chen Yang chasing after him. He was quite skilled, and without turning his head, he unleashed a sword strike as he ran.

"Shh!"

The sword light collided with the arrow.

"boom!"

The arrow was blasted away.

Indeed, this person's cultivation level is not weak.

Chen Yang fired several more arrows, but he easily deflected them all.

"Stop running, you can't escape!"

Chen Yang, while in the air, gathered all his true energy and shouted.

The man ignored them and ran away as fast as he could.

You can chase yours, I'll run mine. You want me to stop? No way!
"Old Centipede."

Chen Yang called out.

The eight-winged centipede understood immediately and swooped down into the forest below.

"Whoosh!"

Twenty or thirty meters above the ground, the eight-winged centipede loosened its legs and, like throwing a bomb, hurled Chen Yang directly into the forest.

Chen Yang landed on a large tree, using it to absorb the weight, and then floated lightly to the ground.

The eight-winged centipede darted forward, entered the forest, and blocked the man's path.

"Shhhhh..."

The eight-winged centipede immediately unleashed its ultimate attack.

Thousand Swords Technique!
Hundreds of sword shadows appeared out of thin air and suddenly attacked the person coming towards them.

The man hurriedly braked, never expecting that a centipede would actually use swordsmanship, and such superior swordsmanship at that.

"Azure God Sword Technique?"

He was only slightly taken aback.

He flipped his longsword, creating several streaks of sword light that slashed straight forward.

"Kengkengkengkeng..."

Swords clashed, sparks flew.

The pine trees in the forest fell in clumps, their withered branches flying everywhere as the chaotic sword energy swirled around them.

The man's pupils suddenly contracted, clearly realizing the power of the eight-winged centipede. After the attack, he turned and ran.

Although someone was blocking his way, in this person's eyes, Chen Yang was only at the Creation Realm and was not worth worrying about at all.

……

Chen Yang and the eight-winged centipede stood one in front of the other, about a hundred meters apart.

Seeing the person rushing towards him, Chen Yang found it somewhat amusing. Did the person think he was an easy target?

Fine, let me show you that persimmons can be hard too.

The Crimson Sky Sword appeared in his hand.

Chen Yang took a deep breath, gathering his emotions.

A surge of overwhelming killing intent suddenly rose up, and sword intent poured into the crimson sky.

"Buzz!"

The Crimson Sky Sword trembled violently, its red light dazzling, and it suddenly flew out of Chen Yang's hand, hovering in front of him.

The primordial spirit wields the sword, and the sword intent is clear and bright.

Flying sword technique!
With a wave of Chen Yang's sleeve, the Crimson Sky Sword shot out like a hypersonic missile, striking directly at the person coming towards him.

"what?"

The man had thought Chen Yang was an easy target and was ready to kill him with a single sword strike as soon as he got close. However, before he even reached him, a great fear surged through his heart.

He instinctively raised his sword to block.

"Keng!"

His hand jerked as the Crimson Sky Sword grazed his right shoulder.

A flash of blue light appeared on his shoulder.

However, it was protected by sword energy.

The man's expression changed drastically, and he quickly retreated, trying to create distance.

If it weren't for his sword energy protecting him, that sword strike would have likely injured him.

The Crimson Sky Sword missed its target and circled in the air before being controlled by Chen Yang's primordial spirit again, attacking the man once more.

The man lightly touched the ground with his toes and retreated more than ten meters. Seeing this, he was not flustered.

"Draw the sheath!"

He gave a low shout, and the other two swords on his back, responding to his call, flew out of their sheaths with two clangs.

"Ouch..."

"Chirp..."

The two swords hovered in the air, their sword energy manifesting as a pair of dragon and phoenix phantoms, their powerful sword might dominating the world.

The ability to manifest sword intent is a skill possessed by those at the fourth level of swordsmanship.

"go with!"

The man gave a low shout, and suddenly, the phantom of a dragon and a phoenix, carrying two precious swords, rushed directly towards the Crimson Sky Sword.

"Kengkengkengkeng..."

Chen Yang used his primordial spirit to control his sword and engaged in a fierce battle with the two swords.

Despite possessing a sword intent at the third realm, he was not at a disadvantage against an opponent with a sword cultivation at the fourth realm.

Chixiao Sword fought two opponents with ease.

Chen Yang's heart stirred.

However, the phantom formed by this person's sword intent was not solid, giving Chen Yang a feeling that it was flashy but impractical, and it didn't seem quite like the fourth realm.

Was the Crimson Sky Sword too powerful, or was the opponent too weak?
Or perhaps this person is intentionally holding back their strength, preparing to play the fool and then devour the strong?

The Four Realms Sword Intent can not only take the form of sword intent, but also create a sword domain, within which everything can become a sword.

Chen Yang wanted to fight him in close combat, but he was worried about being pulled into the sword domain, which would put him in a passive position.

At the same time, the eight-winged centipede wanted to come up and help, but seeing that Chen Yang and this person were fighting evenly, it immediately hid to the side to watch, but did not rush to make a move.

Chen Yang's swordsmanship has just broken through to the third realm, and he needs a battle to consolidate it.

……

"Kengkengkengkeng..."

The Crimson Sky Sword and the Dragon and Phoenix Swords were locked in a fierce battle, with sword energy crisscrossing the forest and the sounds of phoenixes and dragons roaring, creating a terrifying spectacle.

But this certainly doesn't seem like the power of a fourth-realm sword intent. The third and fourth realms represent a qualitative leap in sword intent, yet this person's manifested sword intent gives the impression of having form but no soul.

This person's cultivation level should be at the early stage of the Dao True Realm, and his combat strength shouldn't be too bad either. If he were a fourth-realm sword cultivator, he would probably have already captured him.

Chen Yang made a mental assessment.

This person is currently on the run. Knowing that the eight-winged centipede is lurking behind, why would he hide? A normal person would use all their strength without reservation to eliminate Chen Yang in the shortest possible time and find the right opportunity to escape.

Instead of being stuck in a stalemate with myself like this.

Furthermore, this person stayed on the fourth floor of the Sword Tower for a long time, and his purpose should be only one: to break through the fourth realm of swordsmanship.

After all, if he had broken through to the fourth realm, he should have already gone to the fifth floor.

The third floor can help people break through the third realm of swordsmanship, and the fourth floor can help people break through the fourth realm of swordsmanship, but it does not mean that those who can go to the fourth floor are all sword cultivators at the fourth realm of swordsmanship.

Therefore, this person has most likely not yet broken through to the fourth realm, but he should be close. He has already touched upon some aspects of the fourth realm.

With this in mind, Chen Yang had a general idea of ​​what was going on.

He immediately used his divine spirit to control his sword and launched an even more ferocious attack on the man.

The man remained calm, his two swords soaring into the air, entangled with the Crimson Sky Sword, and gradually turned the tide.

The sounds of phoenixes singing and dragons roaring never ceased!

This person has already achieved mastery of sword intent, while Chen Yang has only just entered this realm. In terms of sword cultivation alone, Chen Yang is clearly inferior.

"Oh, so fancy!"

At this moment, Chen Yang didn't care whether he was pretending to be weak or not, and directly used his golden body to multitask.

While wielding the Crimson Sky Sword to attack continuously, a large iron hammer appeared in his hand on the other side. He leaped forward and rushed towards the man.

"what?"

The man's expression suddenly changed.

He didn't have Chen Yang's ability to multitask; if he could take care of the flying sword, he couldn't take care of himself.

At this moment, he was fully focused on using his sword to defend against Chixiao, and could not afford to relax even for a moment.
If he lets his guard down even for a moment, the flying sword will fall and he will behead the man on the spot.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Yang was already close by, and swung the large iron hammer directly at his chest.

What kind of monster is this?
How can you control a sword while simultaneously smashing people with a hammer?

Sensing immense danger, the man instinctively held his longsword horizontally in front of him.

"clang……"

Fire burst out.

The iron hammer, carrying immense force, slammed violently onto the longsword.

A terrifying force struck, and the man's body released streaks of sword energy in an attempt to block the hammer blow.

"boom!"

He was still struck in the chest by the terrifying force of the hammer, and his whole body flew out like a cannonball.

"Bang bang bang..."

It smashed several large trees and crashed heavily to the ground.

Just as he raised his sword to parry, the two swords that had been trembling in the air and Chixiao seemed to have their souls ripped out, and the dragon and phoenix phantoms suddenly disintegrated and fell directly from the sky.

"puff!"

The man fell to the ground, his long sword lying to the side, his face flushed red, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Shh..."

The Crimson Sky Sword suddenly struck.

The man was so terrified that he didn't even have time to shout before instinctively closing his eyes.

However, he waited for a long time, but the expected separation of his head and body did not happen.

Slowly opened his eyes.

The Crimson Sky Sword hovered in mid-air in front of him, its gleaming light only two or three inches from his neck.

Enveloped in sword intent, he could feel an intense killing intent, as if the slightest movement would cause the opponent to wield their sword and take his head.

"Ha, kid, you've improved."

At this moment, the eight-winged centipede flew over, its voice extremely loud.

With his cultivation at the Creation Realm, he directly crushed a sword cultivator at the early stage of the Dao True Realm. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he probably wouldn't have believed it even if he were beaten to death.

Chen Yang is truly capable of creating miracles.

"Young friend, let's talk this out."

At this moment, the man sat on the ground and spoke, his gaze fixed on the man and the insect in front of him, filled with apprehension.

"Easy to say?"

Chen Yang chuckled, "Who are you, and why are you hiding in the Yang Family Sword Tower?"

Only then did Chen Yang get a clear look at the man's appearance.

He looked to be in his sixties, a middle-aged man, and his appearance was actually quite decent. He had long, flowing hair and a somewhat dignified air about him. However, he had a scar on his left cheek that stretched from his eyebrow to his jawline, which looked rather eerie.

"My name is..."

The old man hesitated for a moment before saying, "My name is Wang Youzhi. I am a rogue cultivator who hid in the Yang Family Sword Tower. It was wrong of me, but I was only focused on seeking the sword and was devoted to the way of the sword..."

"Wang Youzhi?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Yang almost burst out laughing. "Which one has it? Which branch?"

“Yes, it’s the ‘ye’ in ‘you’ and the ‘zhi’ in ‘zhi’ (branch),” the old man quickly replied.

"You're not being honest. I hate being lied to the most. Think it over before you speak."

"Young friend, everything I've said is true; I would never dare to deceive you..."

The old man forced himself to reply.

Chen Yang looked at him calmly, which gave him a strange sense of unease.

"Really? If you are Wang Youzhi, then who is he?"

With a cold snort, Chen Yang took out Wang Youzhi's head and threw it directly in front of him.

"what?"

The old man looked up and was immediately terrified.

What came into view was a lifeless, pale, almost collapsing face.

In that instant, the old man's hair stood on end, and he was terrified.

For no other reason than that the one whose head fell to the ground was the Wang Youzhi he was talking about.

He never expected that the young man in front of him would actually know Wang Youzhi.

This made his previous statement seem so ridiculous and laughable.

The other party could have easily taken his life based on this alone.

For a moment, his mind went blank.

He intended to be clever, but his plan backfired.

Since this person could kill Wang Youzhi, he could certainly kill him as well.

"Young friend, when you're out and about, you shouldn't reveal your real name. I, I just..." The man chuckled dryly, racking his brains to explain.

If Wang Youzhi were still alive, and knew that this person had impersonated him, one wonders what he would think.

"This is your last chance. Answer my questions properly, or I won't hesitate to let my friend absorb your brain matter and read your memories directly," Chen Yang said.

"what?"

Upon hearing this, the old man looked at the eight-winged centipede and his eyes showed fear.

The eight-winged centipede cooperated by shaking its bright red fangs.

Brain draining, memory reading?
"Don't."

The old man swallowed hard and quickly said, "I'll talk..."

With a thought, Chen Yang moved Chi Xiao forward half an inch.

The old man trembled, his neck stretched straight out. "My name is Lu Feihong. I come from Kunlun. Several months ago, I passed through this place and unexpectedly learned about the Yang Family Sword Tower, so..."

He spoke cautiously, as if he were afraid that if he said the wrong thing, Chen Yang would take his head.

"Lu Feihong?"

The eight-winged centipede was somewhat surprised upon hearing the name, "Chen Yang, why does this name sound so familiar?"

"Ah."

Chen Yang chuckled. How could he not be familiar with it?
I had only heard of this name not long ago.

His gaze fell on the person in front of him. "Elder of the Shennong Sect's Medicine School, Lu Feihong? Could it be another case of the same name?"

"you……"

The old man paused upon hearing this, looking at Chen Yang with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

"It's him?"

The eight-winged centipede also remembered that he had heard that kid from Shennong Sect mention this name some time ago in the cave in Jinjia Mountain.

The people of Shennong Sect were intrigued by the eight-winged centipede, which flapped its wings and circled the old man.

The old man's face was pale, as if his skull might be ripped off at any moment.

"Yes, I am indeed from the Shennong Sect," the old man said reluctantly.

Chen Yang looked at him strangely, "Since you are from Shennong Sect, why do you say you are from Kunlun? You are not a very honest person."

"I……"

The old man said sheepishly, "Sneaking into another sect's sword tower is not a glorious thing. I just don't want to tarnish the reputation of the Shennong Sect!"

That reason is simply unbelievable.

"That old bastard doesn't utter a single word of truth. I'll let him suck out my brains to see what kind of wandering spirit he is..."

The eight-winged centipede was smacking its lips; it seemed to have a particular fondness for the people of Shennong Sect.

Last time, Lu Lingfeng benefited it greatly, and now another person who seems to be from the Shennong Sect has appeared. It has to taste the saltiness again.
"No."

The old man was ashen-faced and wanted to fight to the death, but with the other man's sword pressed against his neck, he dared not make a move.

Chen Yang gave the eight-winged centipede a wink.

The eight-winged centipede responded by directly condensing its primordial spirit and blasting it towards the old man's spiritual platform.

Caught off guard, the old man's spirit was severely damaged.

"puff!"

The feeling was like someone had hit me on the back with a club.

My head was buzzing, and I spat out a mouthful of blood, almost fainting.

(End of this chapter)