Huangxiu

Chapter 1210 Fighting
Chu Zhiyuan shook his head.

Zhao Ruilin and Qi Qingmei were of similar cultivation levels.

But Qi Qingmei has the Bright Moon Divine Sword, while Zhao Ruilin has lost the Giant Spirit Sword.

It was only through on-the-spot decision-making that such an extreme outcome was achieved.

Judging from their exchange, it didn't seem like a fight between masters of the same level and skill.

Zhao Ruilin was constantly on the defensive and never recovered until he was seriously injured and beyond saving.

The spitting out of pieces of flesh means that the internal organs have been shattered, and the patient's life is in danger.

Qi Qingmei suddenly stepped back, shouting, "Step back!"

Seeing his state, Zhou Chongming and the other two became wary and quickly retreated ten meters away.

"Bang!" Zhao Ruilin crashed heavily into a tree, causing leaves to fall.

"Bang!" A bird's nest in the tree hit him squarely on the head.

He coughed up another mouthful of blood, then slumped against the tree root, staring intently at Qi Qingmei and the other three.

Chu Zhiyuan had already stepped back behind him, standing out of his sight.

Lu Gengshen shook his head: "Is that all there is to it? Is this all the sect leader of the Giant Spirit Sect is capable of?"

"Haha..." Zhao Ruilin suddenly burst into laughter.

Blood was still gushing from his mouth, staining his clothes and the withered leaves in front of him.

Li Xinhe said, "You're not convinced, are you?"

"Admired? Haha..."

Zhao Ruilin laughed uncontrollably.

He felt it was absurd, inexplicable, and as if God was against him.

The intention was clearly to lure the evil lord out, but instead, it attracted these four top experts.

If he had the Giant Spirit Sword, he could have escaped unscathed; without it, the situation suddenly became perilous.

In the blink of an eye, he was already severely injured and powerless.

No matter how I think about it, the way things have developed now feels fantastical and absurd.

I've never experienced two days in my entire life that were so absurd, bizarre, and full of ups and downs.

"What are you laughing at?" Li Xinhe asked.

"I laugh at how absurd and ridiculous this world is!" Zhao Ruilin laughed loudly, "Do you really think you injured me with your own skill?"

"Isn't that right?" Li Xinhe asked with a smile.

He was far enough away from Zhao Ruilin to prevent him from launching a sudden attack, especially by using the "Jade and Stone Burning" technique.

So drag it out, try to dampen his desperate gamble, and hopefully wear him down.

"Hey, if it weren't for another deity stealing my spirit sword, who knows who would be dead!"

Li Xinhe shook his head and said, "There are four of us, and you are only one. You can't win."

"Haha..." Zhao Ruilin laughed and shook his head, spitting out even more blood.

Li Xinhe laughed and said, "You feel wronged, right? We haven't even used our trump cards yet. It's not unjust for you to die at our hands. Don't worry, after you die, all the disciples of the Giant Spirit Sect will soon go down to join you."

"Haha..." Zhao Ruilin laughed loudly, shaking his head repeatedly: "Go, go, let's see how you die, and who said I'm going to die?"

As he spoke, he took out a jade bottle from his pocket, poured out a crimson pill, and put it in his mouth.

His complexion changed visibly, quickly turning from pale to rosy, and his face became radiant.

He stopped spitting blood, and his aura became more refined and introspective.

Not only did his injuries improve dramatically, as if he had been completely healed, but his cultivation level also reached a new level.

Qi Qingmei scoffed, "Where did this evil pill come from again!"

Such elixirs require rare and precious materials, or they must be found in deep mountains and ancient forests, or in secret locations like those of the imperial court.

The elixirs refined by heretical sects are often made from human essence and blood.

The better the effect, the more lives are lost.

"Hehe, evil pills, in your eyes we are all demons, therefore we are evil sects, and the elixir is also an evil pill!"

"Isn't this the truth?" Li Xinhe shook his head: "What you've done, which is against all reason and morality, what else can you call it but evil?"

"Ridiculous!" Zhao Ruilin sneered. "The law of the jungle has always been true, from ancient times to the present. We are merely following the will of Heaven and acting in accordance with its will!"

As he spoke, he was about to activate a secret technique.

Just then, a golden light flashed, and Chu Zhiyuan appeared silently behind him, stabbing him in the back with his sword.

Having already reached the Ninth Revolution Venerable Realm, he wielded a golden sword and deliberately concealed himself.

In addition, the technique of concealing one's aura, which he learned from the Evil Lord, actually fooled Zhao Ruilin.

Just as Zhao Ruilin was about to be struck by the sword, a sharp shout rang in Chu Zhiyuan's ears: "Freeze!"

Like a thunderbolt from the sky, it struck suddenly and unexpectedly.

A glint flashed between Chu Zhiyuan's brows, as if the sun had reflected in the water of a lake.

The next moment, the tip of the golden sword pierced through Zhao Ruilin's left chest.

He was stunned in disbelief and turned to stare.

"Swoosh!" The golden sword was drawn and pierced his brow, the tip protruding from the back of his head.

His raised hand froze in mid-air, powerless to strike, his eyes rapidly dimming. The golden sword instantly destroyed his brain, swallowing him by darkness and killing him instantly.

"what--!"

A roar came from afar, and the next moment a phantom rushed in.

Chu Zhiyuan shifted sideways, barely dodging a palm strike, and thrust out his golden sword.

The phantom dodged the golden sword and struck his back.

He shifted sideways again, his golden sword thrusting backward.

The afterimage flashed again, struck again, and he moved sideways and thrust out the golden sword again.

Each palm strike steals a soul, each sword strike is deadly.

Qi Qingmei and the others frowned, gripping their longswords but unsure how to make a move.

All they saw were two blurry shadows; they couldn't see their real forms.

Even if he drew his sword, he couldn't hit the target, and he couldn't even see the target clearly.

I guessed that this was the evil lord that Chu Zhiyuan had mentioned, and only this evil lord could have such amazing movement techniques.

The only thing they could do was stand still so as not to disturb Chu Zhiyuan's attack.

Chu Zhiyuan quickly fell into a disadvantageous position and tried his best to escape into the distance, but was relentlessly pursued by the Evil Lord and was entangled in the Evil Lord's clutches.

The four were anxious but helpless, unable to help, and were extremely annoyed.

Chu Zhiyuan and the illusory figure entangled as they disappeared into the woods.

Their figures moved swiftly through the dense forest, swords clashing with palms, yet the leaves and branches remained unharmed.

They seemed to have truly become phantoms.

Such exquisite footwork left the four in despair, as they could never reach that level no matter what they tried.

Not only must one possess strong cultivation, but one must also be sufficiently refined and precise; it requires extremely profound and meticulous skill.

The evil lord was able to do it because he came from beyond the heavens, possessed more extraordinary skills and secret techniques, and had a deeper level of cultivation.

But how did Chu Zhiyuan manage to do that?

Amazing!

Chu Zhiyuan's voice rang in their ears: "Senior Sister, Martial Uncle, and Elder, you go first, I will follow shortly."

They immediately understood.

Chu Zhiyuan wasn't truly at a disadvantage; he was intentionally trying to lure the evil lord away from them.

This is to prevent the evil lord from resorting to desperate measures and abandoning him to kill the four of them.

The four of us would be slow, weak, and powerless in front of this evil lord, and would be easily defeated.

After entering the depths of the forest, Chu Zhiyuan accelerated again, appearing ten feet away in a flash.

Zhu Lingyun followed closely like his shadow, sneering, "Where do you come from? Which sect do you belong to?"

Chu Zhiyuan snorted, "And where do you come from?"

"I come from Giant Spirit Peak!" Zhu Lingyun snorted. "State your name!"

“Giant Spirit Peak? Never heard of it!” Chu Zhiyuan snorted, drawing his sword as he curled his lip. “A nameless place.”

"And where are you from?" Zhu Lingyun scoffed. "You wouldn't happen to be from Thief of Heaven Cliff, would you?"

Chu Zhiyuan was extremely curious.

Giant Spirit Peak, Heaven-Stealing Cliff.

But he said disdainfully, "You're not worthy to know. You only took a few trinkets. If you keep bothering me, don't blame me for killing you!"

"You actually hung out with those four? Have you joined one of the Four Great Sects?" Zhu Lingyun shook his head: "No wonder it's called Stealing Heaven Cliff!"

If they are disciples of Daotian Cliff, then it's not surprising; everything that happened before can be explained clearly.

It was done without anyone noticing, and it fooled even myself.

Only disciples of Daotian Cliff have the potential to infiltrate the four major sects.

Chu Zhiyuan suddenly stopped and shouted, "Stop!"

Zhu Lingyun ignored him, formed a hand seal, and a beam of red light shot out.

Chu Zhiyuan vanished in a flash, and reappeared behind Zhu Lingyun the next moment.

As he disappeared, Zhu Lingyun also vanished with him at an astonishing speed.

Chu Zhiyuan realized that they had unknowingly run more than ten miles away.

Chu Liezhao then stepped out of the portal, thrusting out his Swift Light Sword while letting out a soft shout.

Like a dragon's roar.

Zhu Lingyun paused for a moment, then Chu Zhiyuan slapped the back of his head, and an extremely dense aura of the Demon-Subduing Divine Tree entered him.

Zhu Lingyun paused again.

The next moment, Chu Zhiyuan, Chu Liezhao, and Leng Tieya, who had just stepped out of the light gate, all focused their attention.

Zhu Lingyun formed a hand seal and then gently touched his forehead.

His eyes suddenly flickered, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, his face sometimes cold and sometimes solemn.

However, it was Chu Zhiyuan and the Evil Lord who were vying for control of Zhu Lingyun's body.

(End of this chapter)