Thirteenth month of death

Chapter 253 Fierce Battle at the Mountain Gate

Behind Qingya Mountain.

In the twilight, Blood Maple Valley resembled a burning sea of ​​blood.

Millions of maple leaves gleamed with an eerie red glow under the setting sun.

Li Daosheng and Su Moshi crushed the dry fallen leaves under their feet, the crisp snapping sound particularly jarring in the silent valley.

He reached out and caught a falling maple leaf. The edge of the leaf was as sharp as a knife, and a drop of blood oozed from the slightest touch of his fingertip.

“This maple leaf…” Li Daosheng frowned as he watched the blood droplets being absorbed by the leaf, and the originally dark red veins of the leaf suddenly turned into a bewitching bright color.

Su Moshi's pale fingers touched his wrist, and the bronze mirror flashed with a blue light, instantly turning the maple leaf into ashes.

“The Blood Fiend Sect nourishes the maple trees with blood. Although the cultivators do not absorb human essence and blood, there are indeed remains buried under every maple tree in this valley.” She looked up into the depths of the valley, her hair, ruffled by the mountain wind, brushing against her pale cheeks. “This blood-red maple forest is their protective array.”

Li Daosheng gripped his sword tightly and turned to look at Su Moshi: "Should we destroy this formation first?"

But then they discovered that the hem of her white dress was covered with dark red maple leaf fragments, like splattered blood.

Su Moshi gently shook her head, and the bronze mirror slowly rotated in her palm: "Although the Blood Fiend Sect belongs to the demonic sect, it values ​​face and rules the most."

She suddenly coughed, her slender body trembling slightly in her large Taoist robe, yet she still straightened her back: "It's safer for us to challenge them fair and square."

The bronze mirror suddenly flew out of his hand, drawing a dazzling blue rainbow in the air.

The moment the mirror struck the invisible barrier, a piercing cracking sound echoed throughout the valley, as if millions of glass panes were shattering simultaneously.

An alarm bell suddenly rang deep in the valley, startling a flock of blood crows that swept across the maple forest in a dark mass.

"Who dares to offend my Blood Fiend Sect!"

Amidst the shouts, dozens of disciples dressed in blood-red robes leaped out from the maple forest.

The leader's left cheek was covered with spiderweb-like blood lines, which undulated slightly with his breathing.

The pair of blood-red short blades in his hands gleamed coldly in the twilight, their blades engraved with tiny characters.

Li Daosheng subconsciously took half a step forward, his sword already three inches from its sheath.

Su Moshi pressed down on his wrist, her icy fingers making him look down.

"The Supreme Lord of Separation from Hatred, Daoist Master Su Mo, requests an audience with your sect's leader."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the valley.

The mountain wind suddenly stopped, and the fallen maple leaves hung in mid-air.

The blood-patterned disciple's expression changed drastically, and a short blade clattered onto the stone steps.

A commotion erupted among the crowd behind him. Suddenly, a young disciple pointed at Su Moshi and shouted, "It's that Su Moshi who destroyed the Supreme Heaven of Separation!"

Suddenly, the bronze mirror emitted a clear sound like a dragon's roar, and the disciple was struck as if by lightning, falling to his knees and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Su Moshi's eyes turned cold, and his wide Taoist robe fluttered without wind: "Go and deliver the message."

Li Daosheng glanced at her with a hint of worry.

This is bad. It seems the news of the destruction of the Supreme Heaven of Separation has already spread...

Moreover, it seems to be believed that it was Su Moshi who did it.

Being called a demon by the disciples of the Demonic Sect, Su Moshi's "betrayal of his master and destruction of his ancestors" must have already caused an uproar.

Over there, the Blood Pattern disciple gritted his teeth and crushed the jade talisman at his waist, and three plumes of bloody smoke shot into the sky from the depths of the maple forest.

Before long, Li Daosheng heard a voice ring out directly in his mind: "According to the rules of the Blood Fiend Sect, one can only meet the sect master after defeating three people in a row. If you cannot defeat them, Fairy Su, please return."

They were clearly unsure of Su Moshi's current state, and considering that she had wiped out the entire Taishang Lihentian, one of the five great holy lands, they were naturally very wary.

Maple leaves rustled as they moved without wind, and a giant, towering figure emerged from the rustling sound.

With each step he took, two charred handprints were left on the rock, and blood-red mist rose from his dark red iron gauntlets.

"Blood Hand, the eldest disciple of the Blood Fiend Sect, I'd like to learn from your superior skills!" His voice boomed like a bell, causing maple leaves to fall in a flurry.

Li Daosheng slowly drew his sword, the scraping sound of the longsword being drawn from its sheath was enough to make one's teeth ache.

Blood Hand gave him no chance to prepare, his palms slamming down like waves of blood, a stench assaulting his senses.

Li Daosheng dodged to the side, the sword blade colliding with the iron gauntlet, sparks flying.

Such a heavy aura of malevolence.

Li Daosheng felt a slight numbness in his wrist as he gripped the sword. Blood Hand's moves were wide and sweeping, his palms flashing and creating a storm of blood and gore, withering and turning all the maple leaves within ten paces into dust.

After three moves, Li Daosheng suddenly changed his move. The tip of his sword, like a snake spitting its tongue, pierced through the layers of palm shadows and gently touched the bloodied wrist.

"you!"

Bloodhand staggered back three steps, only to realize with shock that the meridians in his right hand had been sealed by sword energy, rendering him unable to use any of his magic power.

Li Daosheng twirled his sword beautifully, the longsword drawing a silver arc in the setting sun: "You flatter me."

The long scar between his eyebrows did not disappear, but it caused a lot of "magical power" to appear in Li Daosheng's body for no reason. It should be the magical power of Wudao.

Over this period of time, he has already mastered it and can use it as easily as his own arm.

The Blood Fiend Sect disciples watching the battle erupted in uproar.

They had never seen anyone break their senior brother's signature technique in just a few breaths.

Bloodhand's face turned ashen. Suddenly, he bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood mist onto the iron glove.

The dark red metal instantly came to life, transforming into hundreds of blood needles that shot out.

A flash of blue light appeared on the bronze mirror, and all the blood needles froze in mid-air, like frozen raindrops.

Su Moshi waved her hand lightly, and the blood needles fell to the ground: "A loss is a loss, step down."

Bloodhand's face turned ashen, and he was about to admit defeat when an old man's laughter suddenly came from the depths of the maple forest: "Young friend, your swordsmanship is exquisite. The three of us old men would like to learn from you."

Three white-haired old men walked over, each holding a string of blood-red prayer beads.

Strangely, their walking rhythm, breathing frequency, and even the direction of their wrinkles were exactly the same.

Li Daosheng's pupils contracted slightly—the three of them were connected by their auras, almost like one person.

"Hey, wasn't it supposed to be a three-way defeat to get in? Why are three of them coming at once?" Li Daosheng asked sarcastically.

“Blood Fiend Elder.” Su Moshi suddenly transmitted his voice into my ears, “It seems like there are three people, but in reality there is only one person. His three souls, Heaven, Earth and Man, have separated and are cultivating separately, which is very strange.”

"Haha, you flatter me, young friend."

The three elders had already made their move; their blood-red prayer beads transformed into streaks of red light, weaving together in the air to form a net that stretched across the sky.

Li Daosheng used his unorthodox magical power to activate Fei Zaixing's swordsmanship.

The water mirror appeared, and the longsword suddenly became as light as a feather. A phantom image appeared where the sword's edge passed, reflecting all the incoming red light.

What sword technique?

The three elders were horrified and wanted to retreat, but they saw their prayer beads being pulled together by the sword energy and colliding with each other.

Even more strangely, Wudao's magical power seemed to be able to devour other magical powers. The three elders vaguely sensed a familiar aura, and each of them showed a look of horror, and actually took the initiative to retreat.

The maple leaves in the valley suddenly froze, then burst open one after another.

The three elders staggered backward, their prayer beads shattering.

"enough."

When the deep voice rang out, the maple leaves throughout the valley trembled.

A middle-aged man wearing a scarlet cloak came stepping on the waves of leaves, with a jade bead that looked like it was about to drip blood hanging from his waist.

The long scar between Li Daosheng's eyebrows suddenly became burning hot—

Could that jade bead be Wudao's magic weapon?

The Blood Fiend Sect Master's gaze was like a knife as he swept it over Su Moshi: "Since the Dao Child has come in person, I should have prepared a warm welcome."

He suddenly raised his hand, and the maple leaves in the sky transformed into a rain of blood-red arrows: "But those who trespass on the mountain gate shall die!"

The bronze mirror of Master Su Mo swelled in the wind, but suddenly a crack appeared on the surface with a "crack".

She groaned, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

Li Daosheng supported her swaying figure and found that her palms were already ice-cold.

"Don't force your magic, I'll do it." Li Daosheng swung his sword, and a terrifying sword light, accompanied by a rain of blood-red arrows, flew backward and attacked the Blood Fiend Sect Master.

The Blood Fiend Sect Master's expression also changed abruptly. After carefully sensing the situation, a terrifying smile appeared on his still handsome face:
"Alright, alright, it really is you."

(End of this chapter)