Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 49 Dissecting an Ox
It looked effortless, but in pursuit of perfection, this sword strike nearly hollowed out Song Yan.

He lost his balance and immediately sat down, took out a pill and swallowed it, then slowly regulated his breathing.

The commotion was quite significant, drawing the attention of everyone present.

Jiang Xiao cursed under his breath: "What a piece of trash!"

A look of horror flashed in Li Qingfeng's eyes; he was truly astonished by his senior brother's swordsmanship.

He was momentarily stunned and nearly had his stomach pierced by a sword from a disciple of Suspended Sword Mountain.

"Huh?...This person isn't being controlled by illusion magic?"

If this person is being manipulated by illusion, then Bai Yulu has already been sent to the Western Paradise by her senior brother, so his illusion should be broken now.

Li Qingfeng thought to himself, "Damn it, Senior Brother Song's methods are so amazing."

"Fatty Li, you'd better show some real skills!"

"Otherwise, people will look down on us!"

He stopped testing the waters and held up a white pill in his hand.

If you look closely, you'll find that this pill is made up of many spirit rice grains bound together.

He swallowed the spirit rice pill, chewed it thoroughly, and then swallowed it.

"Ok?"

Song Yan slowly opened his eyes and looked at Li Qingfeng with some confusion.

"Junior Brother Li's spiritual power..."

His senses were correct; Junior Brother Li, who was entangled with the disciples of Suspended Sword Mountain, seemed to be slowly increasing his spiritual power level.

A few breaths later, Li Qingfeng's spiritual power had actually increased from the fourth level of Qi Refining to the fifth level, and was even climbing towards the sixth level of Qi Refining!
The cleaver in his hand suddenly spun around him.

Li Qingfeng opened his eyes, and the iron pot that had been used for defense slowly shrank and was retracted into his waist.

"Brother, this is also so that you can rest in peace after death..."

"Don't blame me for my crude methods, brother."

He gripped the kitchen knife and charged straight at the disciple from Xuanjian Mountain.

"?"

Song Yan was dumbfounded.

Li Qingfeng's figure shot up like a charging bull, the kitchen knife in his hand gleaming with a bluish-gray light.

The disciples of Suspended Sword Mountain instinctively raised their swords to block, and the swords collided with the kitchen knife, but a bizarre scene unfolded unexpectedly.

The cleaver suddenly slid to one side, its blade cutting diagonally down the spine of the sword, as precise as a butcher cutting through the bones and muscles of a cow.

"laugh."

Suddenly, the cleaver flicked upwards, the blade just barely grazing the weakest point of the opponent's protective spiritual energy.

The disciple of Xuanjian Mountain staggered backward, but Li Qingfeng pressed his advantage relentlessly. In just a few breaths, he spun around and closed to within three inches of him, slapping the back of his blade against the disciple's left shoulder acupoint with a "smack," causing the entire arm to go limp.

The man instinctively manipulated the flying sword, and its spiritual light shone brightly.

Li Qingfeng made a hand seal, and spiritual energy condensed into fine serrations on the surface of the kitchen knife.

As the disciples of Xuanjian Mountain formed their sword incantations, the dusty kitchen knife sliced ​​into their veins like a skilled butcher carving up an ox.

Li Qingfeng's sleeve was slashed by sword energy.

But the cleaver traveled along the major acupoints on the opponent's body, each strike precisely slicing open the key points for the circulation of spiritual energy.

The final strike swept across the Qi Sea.

"puff!"

The disciple of Suspended Sword Mountain, still holding his sword, finally collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Blood gushed from his body like a torrent, making him look like a humanoid animal that had been dismembered.

Song Yan swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing.

But soon, Li Qingfeng deflated like a punctured balloon, his spiritual energy rapidly draining away, and he collapsed to the ground, saying, "Ouch... I'm exhausted, little Fatty."

What a strange secret technique...

Song Yan was also shocked by the precision and ruthlessness of the swordsmanship. Upon careful consideration, he realized that he was not entirely confident in a life-or-death battle with his junior brother Li Qingfeng.

However, this secret technique must have some limitations.

Li Qingfeng collapsed to the ground in a spread-eagle position, panting heavily, his spiritual energy somewhat unstable.

At this moment, Song Yan had recovered somewhat: "Junior Brother Li, I'll go and rescue Junior Sister Gu."

"it is good!"

Li Qingfeng shouted the word "good" with all his might.

Song Yan strode forward and saw that a small portion of the blood cocoon that Qin Ying had cut off was now slowly wriggling and repairing itself in an extremely strange manner. He summoned his flying sword, and sword energy surged forth.

*Sigh*

In no time, he cut off and peeled away the blood vessels clinging to the blue-white spiritual light.

He then sheathed his flying sword, scooped up Gu Qingqing in his arms, and with a few leaps, moved away from the battlefield where the two Foundation Establishment cultivators were fighting.

A sweep of his divine sense revealed that he could not detect any injuries on Gu Qingqing's body.

He could clearly see the girl in his arms, but his spiritual sense found nothing there.

This solidified aura is truly magical.

Li Qingfeng regained some strength and, tumbling and crawling, struggled to reach Song Yan's side.

"Senior brother, should we go and help Senior Sister Qin?"

"?"

"Are you crazy?"

Song Yan looked completely bewildered, and this was the first time he had ever sworn in front of someone who wasn't from Shiliang Township.

"They're like gods fighting, we should be grateful that the two of us survived intact."

"Senior Sister Qin's strength is unfathomable; it's only a matter of time before she takes down that mere demonic cultivator..."

Li Qingfeng hesitated, looked up at the sky, then at Song Yan, before finally speaking: "But I always feel that Senior Sister Qin's aura... is getting weaker and weaker."

"Ok?"

Song Yan gazed intently at the scene.

Above Peach Blossom Village, blood mist surged.

Qin Ying hovered in mid-air, her clothes fluttering in the blood mist and icy wind. Frost gathered at her fingertips, and dozens of ice shards suddenly solidified, shooting towards Jiang Xiao with a whooshing sound.

Her brows furrowed deeply, and her gaze darkened.

Along the edge of her arm, tiny, scarlet spots were gradually covering the surface of her skin.

Strangely, his protective spiritual energy showed no reaction whatsoever.

"Fellow Daoist, once you enter my Blood Refining Array, no matter how you manipulate your spiritual power, it will all be in vain."

"Here, I am the ruler..."

Jiang Xiao grinned and raised his hand, causing filthy blood waves to rise from the ancient well, which then transformed into a hideous ghost face in mid-air.

"Hahahaha... What kind of bullshit sects and immortal mountains are these!"

His gaze was cruel and resolute: "Who can attain enlightenment, who can achieve immortality..."

"That's what you call an 'immortal'!!!"

The moment the icicle pierced the blood wave, the dark red liquid suddenly boiled, engulfing all the ice and steaming up foul-smelling white smoke.

The flying sword burning with black flames beside him suddenly trembled, its blade bursting with blinding black light, aiming straight for Qin Ying's throat.

clang!
A mirror was placed in front of Qin Ying, emanating faint ripples of cold air.

Qin Ying could no longer hide it and began to breathe softly. The scarlet, putrid substance had already climbed up her fair shoulders.

"There are truly many treasures..."

"Fine, once I kill you, everything will be mine..."

"It's a pity that with your body, you won't have the chance to truly savor it..."

Jiang Xiao's eyes were filled with deep regret as she formed a strange hand seal.

The crimson array suddenly roared, and the kneeling villagers all convulsed. Crimson streams seeped from their seven orifices and slowly drifted into the sky, gathering around Jiang Xiao's body, causing his body to glow with intense crimson light.

"Only under the Blood Refining Array can I have the chance to wield this immortal sword..."

Jiang Xiao was completely immersed in the pleasure of having power, and seemed somewhat reluctant to give it up.

"clang!"

Qin Ying's pupils contracted sharply.

"So fast!"

The protective spirit mirror teetered on the brink of collapse after only managing to withstand the second sword strike.

The flying sword was only inches away from Qin Ying. He looked up and saw the black demonic flames coming fiercely!

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