Huangxiu

Chapter 1125 Escape
Chu Zhiyuan stood at a distance, not in a hurry to go forward.

These experts from the Myriad Blood Sect are comparable to Venerables at the second level. Just how strong are those at the third level?
Although their cultivation was not weak, their swordsmanship was poor. Lu Xiaolu cut them down like vegetables and melons, like a wolf among sheep.

Their swords were always a step too slow for Lu Xiaolu, never managing to touch the hem of her clothes.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head repeatedly.

Lu Xiaolu's agility and swordsmanship were on full display at this moment.

In the blink of an eye, of the eight experts from the Ten Thousand Blood Sect, only two remained unscathed.

The others were all struck by swords, almost all in vital areas.

Only the gaunt young man and another plain-looking young man possessed superior agility and were able to withstand her sword strikes.

But the six youths who were stabbed in vital areas did not die, as if they were unharmed.

Even with swords in his throat and neck, even with swords in his heart and dantian, he remained vigorous and relentlessly attacked.

Chu Zhiyuan had been observing them closely, scrutinizing their energy flow, trying to decipher the subtleties of their mental techniques and find their weaknesses.

They circulated their energy, mobilizing not only their true essence but also their blood.

The blood boiled, and a strange aura emanated from it, merging with the true essence and making it more solid and powerful.

The light from their longswords grew increasingly red, and their power increased.

The scent emanating from the blood became increasingly strong.

Those who were stabbed in vital areas had their blood locked inside their bodies and did not leak out.

He was stabbed in a vital spot but did not bleed; he remained as lively and energetic as if he had not been stabbed at all.

Chu Zhiyuan pondered, "Is this their greatest strength?"

The eight experts from the Ten Thousand Blood Sect launched a relentless attack.

The red sword beams crisscrossed, forming a red net, but they could not harm Lu Xiaolu.

Her figure moved with the grace and beauty of a dancer amidst the sword net, captivating and enchanting.

The longsword in his hand was both nimble and ruthless, striking their vital points time and again.

Even though the sword struck a vital spot, it didn't draw blood, as if she hadn't been hit at all, and she continued without changing her expression.

Chu Zhiyuan could tell that she didn't believe in superstition and didn't believe she couldn't kill them.

Under the clear light, although they appeared as if they had not been struck by a sword, they were actually already injured.

Lu Xiaolu's sword light pierced into their bodies, wreaking havoc inside.

Blood and qi can repair some damage, but cannot completely eliminate all damage.

These damages are accumulating, waiting for a breaking point.

And as they are struck by the sword again and again, this critical point is rapidly approaching.

Chu Zhiyuan clapped his hands and laughed, "Senior sister, they can't hold on much longer."

He was ten meters away from the battlefield, clearly just watching the spectacle.

The eight members of the Myriad Blood Sect glared at him angrily, but they had no energy left to deal with him.

Lu Xiaolu's gleaming longsword had become their nightmare, one they could never escape.

"Go!" the gaunt young man suddenly shouted. "Retreat in different directions!"

Chu Zhiyuan's lips suddenly moved, his voice only ringing in Lu Xiaolu's ears: "Just keep an eye on that third-rank guy."

Lu Xiaolu nodded.

The eight experts from the Ten Thousand Blood Sect shot out in eight different directions, deliberately avoiding Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan stood by with his hands folded, showing no intention of making a move, which made them secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

Lu Xiaolu followed the gaunt young man like a shadow, her sword flashing continuously as it pierced towards him.

The slender youth moved with incredible speed, his swordplay sharp and fierce, the sword's light a pale pink, distinctly different from the blood red of the others.

However, his speed and swordsmanship were both suppressed by Lu Xiaolu. While fleeing, he was hit by three swords in a row within ten miles: one in his heart, one in his chest, and one in his right shoulder.

After those three sword strikes, the gaunt youth's blood and qi surged even more violently, and the bleeding from his wounds became difficult to control.

His eyes widened in anger, and as he swung his sword, he gritted his teeth and said coldly, "This is outrageous!"

Lu Xiaolu curled her lips and sneered: "You demons of the Ten Thousand Blood Sect are all deserving of death by everyone. What's so outrageous about you!"

"I have never devoured innocent people!" the gaunt youth said coldly. "I only use the essence and blood of demons!"

"Who would believe that?!" Lu Xiaolu scoffed. "Even if it's useless now, it will be useful in the future!"

"I will never devour the life essence of my own kind!" the gaunt youth gritted his teeth.

"That sounds nice!" Lu Xiaolu scoffed.

The disciples of the Ten Thousand Blood Sect may have initially retained some conscience and had a bottom line.

But eventually, it will definitely be unable to resist devouring human essence and blood.

Being able to undergo a second transformation without consuming human essence is already the limit; such a talent is truly extraordinary.

But such a prodigy, once he reaches the third stage and wants to further improve, will surely try every means to devour human Venerables.

This is the shortcut, and the only way; anyone who devours demons will inevitably go mad and become possessed.

These details are clearly recorded in the Guanghan Palace to warn its disciples that they must not be soft-hearted when encountering these evil spirits.

A disciple of the Moon Palace once let a demon go because of his soft heart, but was ultimately harmed by the demon.

Those who practice evil methods are destined to fall into demonic ways, with no possibility of escape.

The only way to deal with them is to eliminate them, prevent them from harming the world, and save the innocent.

"Fine, fine, since that's how it is, then let's die together!" The gaunt young man gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, as if he wanted to devour someone.

"Come on then!" Lu Xiaolu sneered, "Let's see if you dare to die together!"

She knew that these demons all possessed secret techniques for mutual destruction, and their power was astonishing.

But he was not afraid at all, because his movements were fast enough to dodge.

While observing this area, Chu Zhiyuan flashed and appeared behind a Wanxue Sect expert, who was the round-faced youth who had spoken earlier.

A move from the Heavenly Sword Manual swiftly slashed towards his shoulder and neck. The Shadowless Divine Sword appeared silently, just as Chu Zhiyuan had appeared without a sound.

The sword tip reached the back of the round-faced youth's head, but he didn't even notice.

By the time I realized something was wrong, my neck was already hurting, and then I found myself being turned upside down and quickly rolled away.

Then I saw a headless corpse, and then I realized it was my own body.

Darkness surged in, instantly engulfing him and annihilating him completely.

Chu Zhiyuan flicked the Shadowless Divine Sword lightly and nodded in satisfaction.

The Shadowless Divine Sword, when combined with the Heavenly Sword Manual, is truly astonishing in power, especially adept at surprise attacks and assassinations.

Combined with the Earthly Origin Technique, it truly becomes invincible.

This Myriad Blood Sect's mental cultivation method is strange; it can lock in blood and conceal injuries.

But there's no way to regrow a severed head; once the head is separated from the body, death is inevitable.

Lu Xiaolu's sword was not sharp enough, nor was her swordplay ruthless enough.

He then flashed six more times, easily taking down the other seven.

When he finished dealing with the seventh one, his extrasensory perception had already revealed that the gaunt young man was using the Jade and Stone Destruction technique, and his blood and energy were boiling over.

His blood was boiling, but there was no abnormality on his body surface, and it was impossible to tell that he had used any techniques.

Chu Zhiyuan quickly sent a telepathic message: "Senior Sister, step back!"

Lu Xiaolu's sword tip had already reached the gaunt young man's left eye, about to blind him.

Upon hearing this, she immediately retreated, instantly reaching a distance of one zhang (approximately 3.3 meters), and then two zhang (approximately 6.3 meters).

"Boom!"

"boom!"

With a muffled thud, a cloud of red mist exploded instantly.

Lu Xiaolu breathed a sigh of relief.

She hadn't expected it to happen so quickly, more so than she had ever seen before.

The next moment, a beam of red light shot out from the red mist and quickly disappeared into the distance.

Lu Xiaolu was startled and quickly gave chase.

She never expected that the gaunt young man, who had used the "mutual destruction" technique, would still survive.

Chu Zhiyuan was also curious.

After the blood and qi boiled, they burst out of the body, forming the red mist.

However, this part of the blood energy exploded outwards, while the other half condensed into a red pill.

The red pill returned to his body, causing him to accelerate even faster than before.

This extraordinary feat was something Chu Zhiyuan had never witnessed before.

He floated forward, walking side by side with Lu Xiaolu: "Senior Sister, what kind of cultivation technique is this?"

"The Blood Qi Separation Technique, a legendary technique from the Myriad Blood Sect." Lu Xiaolu said bitterly, "This guy is very powerful. We must kill him, or we'll be in endless trouble."

“This guy has exceptional talent,” Chu Zhiyuan said. “He will become a major threat.”

Lu Xiaolu said, "Junior brother, let's get started."

"Not leaving any for you, Senior Sister?" Chu Zhiyuan asked with a smile.

Lu Xiaolu snorted, "Let's kill him first, in case he really escapes!"

"Then I'll make my move," Chu Zhiyuan agreed.

Lu Xiaolu urged hurriedly, "Hurry up!"

Chu Zhiyuan laughed and said, "Senior sister, grab me and speed up!"

Lu Xiaolu's white silk sleeves flew out and wrapped around Chu Zhiyuan's waist.

Chu Zhiyuan suddenly accelerated, sending her flying into the air like a kite.

Lu Xiaolu stared wide-eyed at the scenery rushing past her.

She hadn't expected Chu Zhiyuan's movements to be this fast.

In the blink of an eye, Chu Zhiyuan appeared beside the gaunt young man, dragging Lu Xiaolu along.

The gaunt young man resembled a skeleton, devoid of flesh and blood, with only skin covering his bones.

His eyes, however, were exceptionally bright and piercing.

He turned his head and glared at Chu Zhiyuan and Lu Xiaolu, letting out a strange laugh.

Chu Zhiyuan suddenly stopped.

Lu Xiaolu was also pulled, her body flying into the air again, where she was firmly held by the white silk.

The gaunt youth instantly appeared two zhang away, then transformed into a cloud of red mist once more.

Chu Zhiyuan retreated another ten feet.

"Is he really dead?"

Lu Xiaolu stared at the red mist in the distance, worried that another red light might emerge.

Chu Zhiyuan raised an eyebrow and said in surprise, "They actually escaped!"

Lu Xiaolu asked incredulously, "You escaped? How did you escape?"

Chu Zhiyuan frowned, shook his head, and said, "I couldn't even see it clearly."

A burst of red mist instantly emanated from the interior, making it hazy, before returning to normal after a short while.

But after that, the thin young man disappeared from sight.

This blood mist was not formed from all of his blood essence, but only a part of it.

(End of this chapter)