Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 181 Green Leaf Seal

The falling moon is like a trace.

Thunderbolts as sharp as needles.

The moment the two tracks made contact, all the strange phenomena that had just occurred in the forest collapsed.

The vanished leader of the demonic cult has reappeared, and the Fallen Moon Mark has transformed into the shape of that sword.

The series of figures behind Chu Tianshu also disintegrated instantly, the lightning dimmed, revealing the shape of a sword.

The snow spread out in layers.

Trees within a ten-zhang radius showed cracks up to their waists, and were then knocked over by the shockwave.

Deep cracks also appeared on several nearby piles of stones, making a clanging sound and trembling slightly.

Throughout the forest, the howls of fox spirits and the wailing of blades seemed to echo.

The misty aura above the leader of the demonic sect was faintly visible.

One of the azure full moons, with its sharp, chilling edges, suddenly developed cracks, as if it had been struck heavily by something.

Blood gushed from the mouth of the Demonic Cult Leader, and a look of astonishment appeared on his face.

Back then, the Lord of Liuyun Palace only neutralized the power of that strike, rather than confronting it head-on.

Chu Tianshu's sword strike seemed to contain divine intent, yet it also seemed devoid of it.

But at least, the divine intent within the sword does not dominate.

What he exuded was an immense, unyielding power that had sustained him for half his life.

But this power was actually able to directly damage the demonic nature represented by the sect's treasured sword.

In an instant, Cult Leader Qiu felt his internal organs shift, his injuries worsening, and the mournful sound kept echoing in his mind.

But Chu Tianshu's expression changed more noticeably.

He clearly caught the blow, but his figure suddenly retreated twice, flashing to a distance of more than ten feet.

He couldn't hold onto the Three-Seven Divine Sword; with a flick of his wrist, it fell to his feet.

Snapped! !

A cut appeared on the palm of his right hand, followed by the back of his hand, wrist, and forearm.

These wounds all bloom from the inside out, like a baby's mouth.

That was the knife's intent at work.

The demonic blade's intent actually contaminated some of the internal energy in his meridians, turning it into blade energy that injured himself.

If the fifteenth strike of the Deadly Sword could symbolize death itself.

So this strike, after reaching its peak, symbolizes "injury".

Injuries are more frequent than deaths.

The dead no longer experience fear, but the wounded will remember the pain of having their skin cut open, their flesh severed, and their bones broken.

In the realm of mist and clouds, there lie those emotions from the mundane world.

The fear of injury is probably greater than the fear of death.

If this sword technique were developed to its fullest potential, it would be even slightly more powerful than the Fifteen Deadly Swords.

However, even the leader of the demonic sect clearly could not fully control this sword technique.

He relied on the knife in his hand.

That knife was made of unusual materials and forged using unique techniques. It was closely connected to the spirit of swordsmanship that had been nurtured within the misty, ethereal realm.

But it is not only a carrier, but also a constraint.

Those who possess this knife are more likely to glimpse the pinnacle of this swordsmanship.

But the person who always wields this knife is destined to never perfect this knife technique.

These thoughts flashed through Chu Tianshu's mind in a flash.

The leader of the demonic sect also saw the injury on his hand. His shock and fear suddenly subsided, replaced by an overwhelming desire.

The blood that Chu Tianshu dripped onto the stone was exceptionally clear.

Even from this distance, the leader of the demonic sect could sense that the blood had none of the fishy smell of ordinary human blood; it possessed only a masculine power.

If this kind of blood were used to nourish the sword...

chap! !

The leader of the demonic sect seemed to have forgotten his injuries, his sword intent surging and coursing through his entire body. In the nick of time, he gave chase.

The knife flashed a blue arc in mid-air, dragging towards Chu Tianshu.

As they got closer, the glint of the blade suddenly changed.

The figure of the demonic cult leader became dim and ethereal, while the light of the sword grew even brighter.

Just like a dozen or so blue crescent moons, suspended in mid-air at the same time.

The size of the crescent moon varies slightly, as do its height and angle.

When this sword technique of the Demonic Sect was first created, it was called "Ruyi Tianmo Lianhuan Bashi".

The entire set of sword techniques is actually extremely complex. During the strike, one must adapt to the opponent's reactions and generate even more variations in the sword.

Inducement, blocking, reduction, exerting power, weakness, and decisive blow.

Each step has precedents to follow, but in actual application, one has to fill in the content oneself, and the effort required is unparalleled in contemporary martial arts.

But when you reach near the peak of your skill, you simplify the complex process, and the entire process is condensed into a single glance at the enemy and a single, decisive strike with your sword.

Therefore, it is also known as "Divine Blade Slash".

The Demonic Cult Leader, having suffered successive injuries, could no longer unleash his divine blade strike at its peak, and could only demonstrate the process. Chu Tianshu suddenly retreated.

Those dozen or so crescent moons, like shadows, surged forth, their movements drastically changing and undulating as they drifted towards them.

Chu Tianshu couldn't even tell which crescent moon was farther away and which was closer.

The figure of the Demonic Cult Leader was hidden behind these crescent moons, resembling a flickering, ethereal shadow.

The chilling atmosphere was far more unbearable than the snow-covered mountain scenery; just one glance was enough to cause excruciating pain.

But Chu Tianshu's right hand was also flickering.

He instantly changed three hand gestures: his fist surging with qi and blood, his sword finger guiding his internal energy, and his five fingers coming together to form a palm.

Suddenly, a bluish mist burst forth from the wound, dispelling the intent of the blade, and the skin closed completely.

A bright blue internal force appeared in his palm, like four leaves or a windmill.

Chu Tianshu paused, and with a palm strike of his left hand, he stirred up a wall of dust and smoke, which was instantly shredded by the crescent moons.

He seized the opportunity to strike with his right hand. Amidst a loud buzzing sound, the four-leaf clover mark on his palm spun, sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

Between the dozen or so crescent moons, there was a cool, interconnected atmosphere, but suddenly a strange change occurred.

The energy flow became disordered, and even the crescent-shaped blade energy collided with itself.

Chu Tianshu pulled, and more than a dozen crescent moons rushed toward him.

They appear united and domineering, yet they have broken free from the agility of the Ruyi Heavenly Demon Blade Technique.

The leader of the demonic sect realized something was wrong.

Chu Tianshu chased him here and fought him with his ultimate moves. He was injured just now, so how come his strength doesn't seem to have declined at all?

Sure enough, Chu Tianshu's hand, which had just pulled back, suddenly exerted force forward.

call! boom!
A tremendous palm force, along with more than a dozen blade energies, pushed them back.

In the blink of an eye, trees were shattered and rocks crumbled.

A large cloud of dust rose up within a radius of several dozen feet.

The leader of the demonic sect took the initiative, severing his connection with the sword energy and leaping out of the smoke and dust, ready to retreat.

hum! ! !
A four-leaf clover, piercing through the smoke and dust, draws a graceful arc.

Caught off guard, the leader of the demonic sect managed to block the attack with his sword, but the mark struck the hilt of his precious blade.

That was a weak point in the blade that he was channeling his inner force into at that moment.

The blade trembled, and the light dissipated.

The signs of internal energy disorder further disturbed the meridians within the body of the sect leader.

Chu Tianshu flew over, his right hand pointing downwards, and grabbed at the target.

His palm enveloped the demonic cult leader's hand and the hilt of his knife.

With a twist, his tiger's mouth returned to an upward position.

The scimitar tip pointed towards the ground, and the demonic cult leader's right arm twisted violently, his sleeve tearing like shredded silk.

"what!!"

The leader of the demonic sect, his eyes blazing with fury, suddenly slammed his left palm into his right shoulder joint, and his figure retreated rapidly.

This blow severed the cult leader's right arm at the shoulder.

He intends to use his severed arm to unleash the Blood-Transforming Demon Blade once more.

No sooner had his right arm been severed than Chu Tianshu's left palm struck the back of the cult leader's left hand.

Boom! !

The powerful palm strike penetrated the cult leader's left hand, sealing the wound on his right shoulder.

It even seeped out from behind him, creating a ring of blue ripples.

Chu Tianshu's left hand flashed swiftly, his fingertips glowing with a bluish light, making a series of whooshing sounds.

He sealed the opponent's seven vital acupoints from head to waist.

The leader of the demonic sect trembled violently, his left hand still pressing against his right shoulder, before collapsing straight down.

"Why!"

He opened his eyes and looked at the sky, still unwilling to accept it, "Why were you able to affect my sword techniques?"

"You were able to make that green leaf mark hit the weakness on my blade perfectly. Did you learn the Divine Blade Slash before?"

Chu Tianshu, holding the severed arm, took a breath.

"Simple and concise seals, their spirits attract each other."

Not just my God and my breath, but also my breath and your God.

Chu Tianshu didn't explain it too clearly, but after saying eight words, he laughed again.

"You ran into the hills, not just to create an environment for one-on-one combat, but it seems you also want to compete with me in endurance?"

"Haha, you have quite a few ideas."

The leader of the demonic sect, realizing his grave mistake, sighed, "Why didn't you just kill me?"

Chu Tianshu did not answer this time.

After all, if we kill the Demonic Cult Leader now, our life force bar will probably be full immediately.

With only three days left, can they still defeat the Lord of Liuyun Mansion?
So, let's keep the score under control.

(End of this chapter)