Jade Dynasty: I am the master of the Burning Sword, my swordsmanship is unparalleled.

Chapter 137 Both sides suffer losses
With a light tap of his toes, Zhang Xiaofan saw the Kui Niu, as if it understood his thoughts, slowly rise into the air, its massive body lifted by the waves.

As Zhang Xiaofan was slowly lifted up by the Kui Niu, countless sword energies around him also rose up together.

As the sword energy continued to rise, the sharp sword intent also continued to climb, and the powerful aura made countless people feel breathless.

Wanrenwang was controlling the Fulong Cauldron, flying upwards continuously. At the same time, the blood-red light on the countless iron cones below connected with the Fulong Cauldron, forming a huge blood-red light curtain.

Immediately afterwards, countless blood-red spikes emerged from the blood-red light screen, and a bloody and ferocious aura permeated the entire Liubo Mountain.

The eerie blood-red light overshadowed the moonlight, casting a chilling glow on the deep, dark sea, making it appear like a sea of ​​blood and a hellish underworld.

"Buzz! Buzz!"

The sword energy resounded, and the blood-red thorns soared into the sky. The sharp and powerful aura pressed down heavily on the hearts of all cultivators on both the righteous and demonic paths.

On the shallows, countless people looked up at this scene, holding their breath.

Everyone understands that the outcome of this battle between the two is crucial to the fate of all cultivators on Liubo Mountain, both righteous and demonic.

If Zhang Xiaofan wins, these demonic cult members will likely face severe consequences.

If it were a case of "ten thousand men going forth and winning," they would not let these righteous cultivators go; in fact, it might not be just righteous cultivators, but also fellow practitioners of the Holy Sect.

Fengyue Laozu and the others felt a chill run down their spines as they looked at Wanrenwang's eerie and terrifying back, their expressions complex and unreadable.

Given the current state of Wanrenwang, they were truly unsure how much rationality the other side had left. Perhaps their bloodlust had surged and they would unleash a massacre.

However, compared to Wan Renwang, Fengyue Laozu, Bai Duzi, Xixue Laoyao, and others were even less willing to let Zhang Xiaofan win.

If they fell into the hands of the Qingyun Sect, they would most likely lose their lives, after all, they had quite a few grudges with the Qingyun Sect.

Compared to those demonic cultists, the righteous people had very different expressions.

With the exception of Daoist Cangsong, almost all the disciples of Qingyun Sect looked at that resolute yet lonely figure with a mixture of trepidation and anticipation.

They believed that this prodigy, who had created countless miracles and legends, would surely be able to write another legendary chapter.

In contrast, the people from Tianyin Temple had more worried and apprehensive expressions on their faces.

As for the other righteous cultivators, they all looked at Zhang Xiaofan with complicated expressions.

Who could have imagined that not long ago, these people, because of their relationship with Zhang Xiaofan and Wanrenwang, were almost all filled with doubts about Zhang Xiaofan and the Qingyun Sect.

Many people even considered Zhang Xiaofan a spy for the Demonic Sect. If it weren't for the reputation of the Qingyun Sect, they would have all come to demand that the Qingyun Sect hand him over.

But who would have thought that this young man, whom they considered a spy for the evil cult, would now be shouldering the heavy responsibility of upholding the righteous path?

Many people, looking at that young figure's back, couldn't help but show a hint of guilt.

Lu Xueqi gripped her longsword tightly, her gaze fixed on the tall figure standing atop the divine beast with a mixture of determination and heartache.

Those seemingly thin shoulders now bear the weight of countless righteous cultivators, and even the fate of all living beings.

If so many righteous cultivators were to die tragically on Liubo Mountain, the entire land of China would likely be shaken, and the situation between the righteous and demonic paths could potentially reverse.

At that time, the world will be in chaos again, and the people will face another catastrophe.

Finally, at a certain moment, the figure of the Kui Niu stopped rising, and the countless dark red, chilling sword energies all changed direction.

"Buzz!!" Countless sword energies arrayed around, and with each sword cry, the immense sword intent erupted completely.

Zhang Xiaofan raised his hand and pulled back his arm, pouring all the power of the Taiji Xuanqing Dao and the power of the stars into the Burning Sword in his hand.

As immense magical power was poured into it, the Burning Sword trembled violently, making it almost impossible for Zhang Xiaofan to hold it.

Immediately, Zhang Xiaofan raised his hand and thrust his long sword forward.

"Shh!"

Instantly, everyone saw countless sword energies surging towards the ten thousand people opposite them at the same time.

Seeing this, Wanrenwang also formed a hand seal and then pushed forward.

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

In an instant, countless blood-red spikes, like a rain of blood-red needles, rushed towards the sky full of sword rain.

Below, countless people's eyes widened in disbelief; at that moment, it seemed as if time itself had slowed down.

In everyone's eyes, there was only the blood-red rain of swords and blood-red rain of spikes, slowly advancing towards the opponent.

Finally, under the watchful eyes of countless people, the blood-red rain of swords and the blood-red rain of spikes collided with a deafening roar.

In that instant, almost everyone was deaf to any sound; all they could see was the vast and boundless crimson light.

Suddenly, crimson waves surged across the sky, sweeping outwards in all directions. The terrifying energy was like a hurricane, engulfing the entire world.

Under that terrifying force, even the coastline was pushed forward by tens of feet, revealing the underwater reefs.

However, no one paid attention to these things at the moment; instead, they were all focused on the sky.

As the bloody light slowly dissipated, the scene in the sky was finally revealed to everyone.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaofan, who was standing on the head of the Kui Niu in mid-air, suddenly swayed twice, and then fell headfirst to the ground.

Upon seeing this scene, countless cultivators from the righteous path were shocked, and a great uproar arose, with many looking ashen-faced.

Lu Xueqi flew over immediately and caught Zhang Xiaofan, landing him on the head of the descending Kui Niu, preventing him from falling to the ground.

In contrast, the Demonic Sect's side, watching Zhang Xiaofan fall, did not erupt in cheers; many people nervously watched Wan Renwang.

The image of thousands of people having their blood drawn was still fresh in their minds, and they remained fearful and uneasy.

Under the watchful eyes of the Demonic Sect members, Wan Renwang, standing atop the Dragon-Subduing Cauldron, also swayed slightly.

Just as countless righteous cultivators were filled with anticipation, they saw that Wan Renwang only swayed twice before regaining his footing.

Just as the righteous cultivators were showing expressions of regret, Wan Renwang suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

"puff!"

The spurt of blood caused everyone's expression to change drastically, and they looked at Wan Renwang with surprise and uncertainty.

(End of this chapter)