Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 237 One sword rises, nine peaks resound.
The hexagonal crystal lattice of the Dragon Scale Armor Heart Mirror flickered wildly, and 1,720 reverse scales flipped outwards simultaneously, yet it still could not stop the supersonic stab.

"puff!"

The sword tip penetrated three inches into the flesh before being stopped by the ribs. The woman's eyes shifted slightly, and she glanced up at Xu Yunfan's face.

Xu Yunfan showed no sorrow or joy. Suddenly, he unleashed a burst of power from his waist and spun around, letting the sword cut a bloody hole in his ribs. He then smashed his heavy mace, carrying the momentum of mutual destruction, toward the woman's head.

This move is the final move of the eighteen moves of the Thousand-Pound Mountain-Shaking Hammer Technique, "Ten Thousand Mountains Paying Homage to the Ancestor," abandoning all defense and using the heavy mace to smash out with a self-sacrificing and indomitable spirit.

With all its might, the mace-like wind actually compressed the air into a liquid state!
A flicker of emotion finally appeared in the woman's eyes.

She threw down her sword and leaned back, her slender waist curving in an astonishing arc, her toes tapping the mace nine times in succession.

Each kick shattered ice crystals on the dragon scale armor, and the final kick struck Xu Yunfan squarely in the throat.

"Crack!"

Four crescent-shaped scales on the neck armor shattered.

Xu Yunfan flew backward like a cannonball, crashing through three sword peaks before stopping.

Before the dust had settled, he had already bent over and stood up again, his eyes, burned red by the Crimson Dragon's Mountain-Coiling Force, locked onto the enemy.

"good."

A woman's cold voice suddenly rang in my ears.

Xu Yunfan immediately noticed that the heavy mace in his hand had become incredibly heavy. Before he knew it, thousands of frost blades had condensed into ice locks and bound the mace!

Even the lava patterns constantly erupting from the mace were frozen solid at this moment.

He decisively abandoned his mace, unleashing his Xuan Steel Body to its fullest potential, his fists transforming into crimson meteors as they slammed towards the woman's heart.

The moment the fist touched the plain clothes, the moonlight suddenly intensified.

The nine sword peaks simultaneously unleashed a deafening sword cry, as if vast starlight condensed into a three-foot-long blade of light at the woman's fingertips.

Xu Yunfan saw his reflection shatter on the sword, a speed beyond the comprehension of martial artists, as if the moonlight itself was wielding the sword!
"Bring on the mace!!"

Sensing the danger to its master, the Crimson Fire Dragon-Swallowing Mace suddenly appeared beneath its feet.

But it was too late.

The light blade lightly grazed Xu Yunfan's neck.

The dragon scales emitted a dying hum, and 1,720 reverse scales vaporized in the moonlight.

The Xuan Steel, forged a hundred times, melted like wax under the blazing sun, while the blood-red smoke formed by the Crimson Dragon's coiled mountain energy was split in two by the sword energy.

In his last moments of vision, Xu Yunfan saw his headless body still throwing punches.

The force of the punch tore a line of blood off the woman's cheek, revealing a cold and beautiful face that resembled the vest worn by the Extreme Path Remnant.

The moonlight reflected in the cold pool suddenly turned blood red.

The moment the sword energy touched the skin, all 1,720 reverse scales of the dragon scale armor simultaneously erupted with crimson light.

The dragon's essence, sealed away by the strongest swordsmith of Shenbing Ridge, burned wildly, attempting to withstand this sword strike that transcended the limits of matter.

The sword's trajectory was reflected in Xu Yunfan's pupils.

The "Lin" technique stretched time a hundredfold, allowing him to clearly see how the sword energy tore through the air. It wasn't a simple slash, but rather a vacuum blade formed by the moonlight collapsing under the guidance of the sword intent!
The Xuan Steel Body, forged a hundred times, was the first to collapse.

The body's muscles were disintegrated at the molecular level by the sword energy, and the bronze-colored skin peeled off piece by piece like weathered pottery.

The crimson dragon coiled around the mountain, its strength transforming into three thousand blood-red streams that burst forth from its body, evaporating into scarlet mist under the moonlight.

The sound of bones shattering was like a series of firecrackers.

First, the toe bones turned to dust in the aftershocks of the sword energy, then spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the tibia, with the cracks spiraling up along the leg bones.

When the sword energy swept across the pelvis, the entire skeleton was covered with light marks, like a shattered jade carving.

The dragon scale armor emitted a dying wail.

The hexagonal lattice of the breastplate shattered one by one, and the flying fragments vaporized in the moonlight.

The crimson dragon scales wrapped around the heart tried desperately to tighten, but were blown away by the aftershocks of the sword energy, revealing the violently beating heart.

The most gruesome part was the head. The jawbone was the first to detach, and the teeth clattered and fell amidst the sword energy.

The nasal cartilage melted into gel, and the blood vessels and nerves in the eye sockets were tangled up like a mess.

When the top of the skull was completely lifted, the azure divine light of the Lin character technique continued to flow within the cranial cavity until it was completely swallowed by the moonlight.

When the Crimson Fire Dragon-Swallowing Mace finally arrived, it only caught a handful of blood mixed with bone fragments.

The heavy mace trembled violently in the moonlight, and blood seeped from the nine dragon patterns on it, as if it were mourning its master.

The final image was reflected on the surface of the cold pool: Xu Yunfan's headless body remained in a fist-throwing posture, his knuckles shattering inch by inch in the moonlight.

The woman picked up the bronze sword hairpin and turned to leave. Ice crystals slowly seeped from the cracks in her plain clothes, freezing the scarlet bloodstains into frost flowers.

"..."

Xu Yunfan opened his eyes and sat up abruptly.

His expression shifted repeatedly, and finally...

"Fuck you!"

Xu Yunfan couldn't help but curse. In his critical state, he had full control over his body and could clearly feel his body crumbling inch by inch under the woman's sword energy.

Looking back now, it was a truly agonizing feeling.

"What exactly is that position...?"

Xu Yunfan couldn't help but feel a little doubtful, and it seemed that the woman had become much more awake.

A thought flickered in his mind. He slowly stood up, stretched his limbs, and touched the dragon scale armor and the Crimson Fire Dragon-Swallowing Mace on his body.

The mysterious woman's sword aura was truly astonishing.

Xu Yunfan was certain that even a Grandmaster at the Ninth Realm of Qi Refining could not unleash such unparalleled sword energy as this woman.

With a single sword stroke, nine peaks trembled.

It's also my fault for not having enough mental strength to fully imprint the power of the Crimson Fire Dragon-Swallowing Mace and the Dragon Scale Armor.

When Xu Yunfan began practicing the Pure Yang Qi Gong after absorbing the ginseng energy, he suddenly opened his eyes.

Looking up, I was surprised to find that the spiritual energy at the confluence of the surrounding mountains was now almost nonexistent.

If it weren't for the method of tracing the dragon veins, he really wouldn't have been able to confirm it.

How could the spiritual energy have decreased so much?
Xu Yunfan subconsciously touched his chest. The dragon scale armor trembled slightly and then cracked open, revealing the remains of the Extreme Dao, which were tied into a vest.

At this moment, it even exhibited a faint, clear luster.

"..."

At this moment, Xu Yunfan was perfectly aware that the spiritual energy gathered between the mountain peaks had been completely devoured by this supreme relic.

He lost the will to continue practicing. After confirming that there was nothing left behind, he walked out of the cave and glanced at Qi Huan, who was meditating in a tree.

Then, wisps of dark, misty demonic aura swirled around Qi Huan's body.

Xu Yunfan raised an eyebrow slightly, said nothing more, and simply said, "Let's go."

Qi Huan opened his eyes and looked at the hammer and mace that Xu Yunfan had prepared on his back. Suddenly, the demonic aura on his body receded into his body.

After landing lightly, his expression was somewhat complicated.

"Are we really going to that place?"

Qi Huan turned and looked at the distant mountain peaks where the crimson clouds surged. Listening carefully, he could faintly hear a whooshing sound, as if the mountains were rippling.

This wasn't a howling wind in the mountains, but the breathing of some enormous creature.

Xu Yunfan naturally understood what Qi Huan was thinking.

"Of course I'll go and see. If I have the chance, I definitely won't let it pass. If you don't want to, I won't force you."

(I'm typing away furiously today, doing 10,000 words a day)
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