Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 180 Divine Blade, Half a Lifetime

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What is "cha"? Is it a sound?

No, here and now, swords, palms, and knives are all faster than sound.

This "cha" is an illusion.

It is an image that flashes through a person's mind when they see a certain scene.

In the quiet depths of the mountains and forests, when the moonlight shines, there should be a sound.

That should be the sound.

What shone at that moment was not moonlight, but the glint of swords.

The gleam of the demonic cult leader drawing his sword.

With the moment he drew his sword, it was as if a central axis had appeared inside the carriage.

Divide the entire scene into two parts, left and right.

Even he himself was divided in two.

It didn't split in two, but rather became two leaders of a demonic cult.

A cult leader, his figure shrouded in shadow, swung his sword to the left to meet the incoming blade.

A cult leader swung his sword to the right, slashing at a blue palm print that had pierced through the car.

The cyan palm print didn't contain much sharp divine intent, but it had a chilling quality.

It seemed to be a palm formed from a thick, blue mist, the entire palm covered with glowing cracks.

Each crack resembled a bright, silent bolt of lightning.

When the knife struck the palm print, the lightning was detonated.

Buzz! ! !

A strange, loud noise emanated from the entire carriage, causing it to expand outwards.

However, the rate of expansion cannot keep up with the rate of destruction that erupts from the center point.

The azure aura was expanding.

All the wood in the roof, chassis, and axles was collapsing, turning into fine threads and powder that scattered outwards.

The nearby water and snow were all disturbed, collapsing and flying everywhere.

The four horses pulling the cart were caught in the blast, thrown forward, and rolled several times.

The silver zombie, which had flown into the air, was about to fall when it encountered a gust of air rising from below.

His entire body was thrown to the side and landed somewhere else.

Only three figures remained where the carriage had been.

Lu Shuangyan stood on the shallows, the tip of his sword hanging low, the waves rising and falling, washing over his ankles.

Chu Tianshu stood at the foot of the hill, with fine snow falling around him and a large tree broken behind him, its black trunk slowly bending backward.

The sounds of water and wind mingled together, and for a time they could not be stopped.

The leader of the demonic sect stood between the two of them, holding a knife in his right hand.

Thick, crimson blood was flowing from the cult leader's sleeve onto the back of his hand and down the blade.

There was a tear in his clothes, roughly from his left shoulder to his collarbone, as if it had been cut by a sword blade, and blood was seeping out faintly.

"Use your physical body, internal energy, and precious sword to resist Chu Tianshu's palm strike."

Lu Shuangyan's eyes showed admiration, and she couldn't help but utter a sound of admiration.

"But your sword intent just now almost transformed into another version of yourself, and withstood my sword strike!"

"Before today, I never imagined that a person's sword intent and skill could go in completely opposite directions at the same time."

Chu Tianshu and Lu Shuangyan did not expect that a single surprise attack would be enough to completely eliminate an opponent of this level.

In their imagination, the leader of the demonic sect would likely suffer physical deformities if he survived this attack.

I never expected to witness such a wondrous swordsmanship.

"Swordsmen who specialize in killing assassins, and the Heavenly Hermit of the East Sea, you actually arrived outside the pass first!"

Cult Leader Qiu's gaze was more focused on Chu Tianshu, and his voice was already hoarse.

"How did you find me?"

The Demonic Cult mobilized three hundred guards, which could be described as a grand display.

However, the area outside the Great Wall is vast and sparsely populated, and the route they took from the headquarters would hardly attract any onlookers.

Even Liuyun Prefecture wouldn't know their specific itinerary.

"First, find the main headquarters from the branch headquarters, and then use a little magic to locate it by means of objects."

Chu Tianshu exhaled slowly, raised his left hand, and placed a silver needle horizontally at the tip of his middle finger.

The silver needle spun slightly, its tip pointing towards the leader of the demonic sect.

The cult leader's narrow eyes widened slightly as he said, "So there really are magical arts in the world."

His remark was just coming to an end.

The silver needles suddenly shot out!

Chu Tianshu came out this time to eliminate one of the enemy's top combat forces.

This cult leader, whether you look at his own deeds or the camp he is about to join, is a force to be reckoned with.

These are all figures who must be defeated.

Chu Tianshu had no intention of engaging in any friendly combat exchanges with him.

The leader of the demonic sect also understood this principle.

As the silver needle flew out, the knife in his hand trembled slightly.

That knife, though called a curved knife, wasn't actually bent into a bow shape.

The blade had a bluish-green hue, as did its curves and color.

They all resemble the carefully drawn eyebrows of an ancient beauty.

But this knife is so beautiful, so thin, that it even seems fragile.

With a flick of his wrist, he shook all the blood that had just flowed onto the knife back into droplets.

Beads of blood shot out to the left and right.

Chu Tianshu's silver needle shattered instantly upon contact with a drop of blood.

Lu Shuangyan moved her longsword, raising it horizontally to parry.

Then, several loud bangs were heard.

The force of the blood droplet was far greater than expected. After it struck the sword, the air in front of him trembled and the light blurred.

In the early days of the Demonic Sect, there were seven evil techniques that suppressed the sect, among which the most lethal was called the Heavenly Crying Earthly Demon Transformation Blood God Blade.

This kind of swordsmanship is actually an internal skill.

By nourishing one's blood with internal energy and poison, at the peak of cultivation, a single drop of blood can shatter a living person. The essence of this Blood-Transforming Blade technique is also contained in the supreme sword technique of the Demonic Sect over the past century.

The leader of the cult was severely injured in the attack from both sides, and his vital essence was lost. He then used his vital essence as a sacrifice to unleash this killing move.

Lu Shuangyan was slightly hindered by the blood-stained blade, causing her movements to falter slightly.

The two figures shifted suddenly and sped away into the hazy air.

The blood droplets aimed at Chu Tianshu seemed to have been forcefully knocked away by his powerful physique and protective aura.

But this also slowed his start.

In the blink of an eye, the two figures passed through the ranks of cavalry and disappeared into the distance, becoming two small dots.

The white dot representing the leader of the demonic sect is even smaller.

Chu Tianshu's figure was slightly larger.

Just as Lu Shuangyan was about to give chase, the silver zombie suddenly stood up, raised the horse beside it with both hands, and hurled it at Lu Shuangyan.

The wind whispers past my ears, and the shadows of the mountains stretch endlessly.

Chu Tianshu chased after the leader of the Demonic Sect, leaving the shore and weaving through the mountain valleys and deep into the hills.

Clumps and heaps of withered trees covered in ice and snow.

The rocks were piled up, hard and cold.

The leader of the demonic sect was particularly familiar with this kind of environment, and his movements were as fluid and natural as a fish in water.

He knew without asking where the snow was actually treadable and where it was just a layer of snow covering an empty hollow.

The sparse, dark trees on the mountain are unknown to the average person; they are all waiting for the weather to warm up.

Which one is it that's already decayed and about to fall?

But as he leaped and bounded, his robes were like knives, and with a slight sweep, he could target rotten wood.

Every now and then, bare trees would roll down from the high places on the mountain.

Even rotten wood, with the advantage of its high altitude, can create a truly terrifying spectacle as it rolls along.

But when Chu Tianshu chases after someone, he is completely focused and single-minded.

Regardless of any changes in the environment, he reacts instinctively without wasting any time considering the situation.

The martial arts master's physical abilities were extremely sharp, allowing him to roughly discern the true nature of the surrounding terrain with each step he took.

When those big trees rolled down, he either flew sideways over them or fell straight down, landing on a tree.

The immortal force pressed the entire tree down.

Even rotten wood won't crumble in that short moment.

Then his internal energy erupted, shattering the rotten wood and providing him with the maximum driving force for a turning point.

If we were to say that the leader of the demonic sect is like a winged fox.

So, Chu Tianshu was like a crossbow bolt, constantly being fired again from various locations in the mountains.

As he shot upwards once again.

He had closed the distance between himself and the leader of the Demonic Cult to within five zhang.

While in mid-air, he twisted his waist and moved his legs, sweeping one foot directly into a large tree next to him.

Bang! !

He kicked off a section of the tree trunk, about five feet long, at the top.

It slammed down on the leader of the demonic sect.

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Cult Leader Qiu suddenly dodged to the right and turned around in the process.

Chu Tianshu touched the ground at that very moment.

The two completed the body shift at the same time.

The face of this demonic cult leader was now as white as frost, and there seemed to be real frost marks on his eyebrows.

But his face looked fuller again, and his breathing became more even.

As the leader of the Demonic Sect, his talent and adaptability are both top-notch. He uses this complex terrain to perform movement techniques, and it is in this process that he promotes the circulation of his power and suppresses his injuries.

Outsiders may not know whether such a miraculous skill exists, which allows one to alleviate injuries by using full speed to move.

Even if such a terrain exists, it is certainly not familiar to outsiders, and would inevitably waste their energy.

In the instant Qiu turned around, he completed the process of concentrating his mind, calming his breath, relaxing his wrists, and improving blood circulation.

Strike at the best possible moment.

A cyan blade suddenly flashed, creating a wondrous and wondrous scene.

Amidst the white mountains and black forests, a hazy blue moon appears.

The moon, a deep blue-green, is perfectly round and flawless, mysterious and profound.

Ninety-nine percent of the enemies the Demonic Cult Leader encountered in his life died the moment they saw this illusion of sword intent.

They believed until their deaths that they had died seeing the moon, completely unaware of the changes behind it all.

Chu Tianshu could see that the blue moon had just appeared when it began to fall.

The speed of the fall was incredibly fast.

During its descent, the full moon stretched rapidly, becoming even bluer and more intense.

Until it turned into a lush green vertical line.

If the moon is the eye of the sky, then this eye must not have grown normally, but rather squeezed out from a wound.

This vertical mark is where the wound is located.

Chu Tianshu's sword snapped straight and flashed out in that instant.

The interplay of strength and gentleness in the Three-Seven Divine Sword was originally like the traces of lightning, and at this moment, the sword truly possessed the intent of thunder.

Chu Tianshu is not skilled with a sword.

But his sword strike was not a sword, but a technique.

It is the keen insight of the Martial Kitchen God, based on the foundation of the Heavenly Skill.

The method of tracing using the power of the vertical and horizontal magic.

In the darkness, it pointed directly to the true location of that knife.

He practiced magic from a young age but was unable to learn martial arts. After learning martial arts, he was unable to fully utilize his mental power.

Now, he can finally fully utilize all the knowledge he has acquired throughout his life.

As the sword was thrust out, a series of illusions seemed to emerge behind him.

A needle in a child's hand, a fist thrown by a teenager, a claw reached out by a young man.

These people lined up in a row, their forces aligned in a line, ultimately passing the energy to that single sword strike.

A near-death experience, saved by a single needle in half a lifetime!
(End of this chapter)