Starry sky, I can hear their secrets.

Su Jinyan glanced at the text message and her expression changed instantly.

It was a text message from Xueyi, who told him that Star Core Hunter Blade had fallen into the Demonic Yin Body.

Yanqing and a group of elite Yunqi cavalry and Youfu military officers fought fiercely against him, and their lives were in danger.

The text message included the specific coordinates at the end.

Fu Xuan stood on tiptoe, her face slightly changing, as she also saw the contents of the text message.

Su Jinyan sighed: "Looks like I'll have to work overtime again tonight."

“I’ve been in Luofu for so long, and the events of the past year combined don’t amount to as much as what happened today.”

Fu Xuan said in a deep voice, "Ayan, listen carefully."

"Opportunities to turn the tide in life are rare, but life itself is more precious."

"If you encounter a crisis that you cannot handle, then withdraw immediately."

"The General and I will go there personally to resolve this matter for you."

Chapter 72 Snow-Clad Shock, Meeting an Unknown Being! (8K)

A resounding sword cry echoed through the night sky.

Prior to this, Yanqing had already anticipated that Ren might escape with the help of his companions.

But Yanqing never expected that Ren would suddenly rebel on the way back to the prison.

Blood rippled across the dark blade, fragmented and broken, as if blood-red sword energy was tearing through the air as it slashed towards Yan Qing.

The man before them had completely descended into madness; he wouldn't stop until he had killed everyone here.

Yanqing wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her breathing rapid, and drew her sword to meet the enemy, constantly parrying the blade's frantic swings.

A battle of this scale is far beyond the capabilities of the Cloud Cavalry and the Netherworld Military Officers.

The tragic deaths of those who practiced the secret techniques of the Medicine King are still vivid in my mind. If anyone insists on participating, there will inevitably be another bloody and unequal massacre.

Dozens of elite Yunqi cavalrymen were already seriously injured and on the verge of death.

If Yanqing hadn't shielded them from that deadly crimson sword energy, they would probably be dead by now.

Tens of thousands of flying swords hovered high in the air, dancing wildly, their sword intent violent and fierce, constantly attacking the blade's body.

Blade's eyes were bloodthirsty, unlike a human's. It had long lost its reason and only knew how to follow the instincts of a beast, wildly swinging its blade to cut down and shatter the flying swords that were attacking it.

The clash of blades, sparks flying, produced a sound that was not the sound of metal colliding, but a high-pitched, wailing sound that was at the very edge of human hearing.

Yan Qing gasped in pain, but he was only a fraction of a second too slow to parry, and the blood-red, fragmented sword immediately pierced through the armor under his armpit.

If Yanqing hadn't reacted quickly and retreated swiftly, that vertical slash would have been enough to sever his right arm.

The raging cold wind could not stop Blade's steps.

The blade relentlessly roared and leaped high into the air, unleashing several more streaks of blood-red sword energy.

His instincts told him that Yan Qing was the biggest threat to him among everyone present. If he could get rid of Yan Qing first, he could still do whatever he wanted to the others.

Yanqing's eyes were resolute as he narrowly avoided the crimson sword energy.

After a long and arduous battle, Yanqing suffered multiple injuries and gradually felt his strength waning.

The blade, who was fighting him fiercely, adopted a strategy of exchanging injuries for injuries, yet he showed no signs of fatigue whatsoever; in fact, his injuries were rapidly healing.

This astonishing resilience reminded Yanqing of the abundant monsters he had encountered on the battlefield.

It seems that we must adopt an extraordinary strategy to deal with such a formidable enemy.

If Yanqing were to die here tonight, it would be a disservice to the General's long-term cultivation.

Tonight, Yanqing must complete his mission of escorting Ren back to the prison and ensuring that all the brothers present return safely.

Yanqing gritted her teeth and, dragging her exhausted and wounded body, continued to fight relentlessly against the blade.

After falling into demonic possession and losing his mind, Blade descended into madness, relying solely on the swordsmanship engraved in his body to wield his sword, without knowing how to adapt.

Even so, Yanqing could not easily hurt him.

so......

After a muffled thud as a long sword pierced his abdomen, a crimson flower of blood bloomed from Yanqing's chest.

Blood trickled from Yanqing's lips, but ignoring the pain, he let the sword cut his palm and gripped the broken sword with one hand.

At the same time, the buzzing of countless flying swords resounded through the sky, unleashing a dazzling sword aura in the air, like a silver waterfall cascading down, completely piercing through every part of the blade's body, and the violent sword energy utterly shredded his internal organs.

puff-

Blade's blood-red eyes lost their luster, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Yanqing's body was also swaying precariously.

"General, Yanqing has not failed you..."

The Yunqi soldiers and Youfu military officers, who were not far away, seemed to wake up from a dream and rushed over to help Yanqing and bandage his wounds.

But no one noticed that the hand of the man lying dead on the ground, covered in sword marks, trembled slightly.

Normally, although abundant creatures are resilient and recover quickly.

However, as long as the core of the Abundant Evil is destroyed, or it is destroyed with extremely strong life force, the Abundant Evil will find it very difficult to be reborn.

Yanqing knew this, which is why he used his divided spirit to control tens of thousands of flying swords, destroying Ren's internal organs and leaving six flying swords in his abdomen.

These six flying swords represent the limit of Yanqing's skill in controlling them.

The dazzling array of tens of thousands of sword shadows were all illusions he conjured; their destructive power was merely superficial. Only these six flying swords were his trump cards.

"Quickly send the criminals to the prison to prevent any further complications."

Yanqing gave the order listlessly.

The military officers of the You Mansion unanimously agreed, and the two helped Yanqing to a safe place.

The others bound Blade's body with chains, and even if the Star Core Hunter died, his body would be taken back to the Dark Prison for imprisonment.

However, at this moment, an unexpected change occurred.

When the Netherworld Martial Officer touched the blade's body.

Ren suddenly opened his scarlet eyes and swung his sword wildly.

Yanqing's pupils suddenly contracted.

The several officers of the Netherworld were so shocked by this sudden turn of events that they were unable to think straight. At such close range, it was probably too late to dodge.

From the moment Ren's inner energy was destroyed to his sudden outburst to kill Youfu Wubian, less than a minute had passed.

Just as several Netherworld officers were about to perish under the blade's sword, countless chains suddenly shot out from the sky, binding the Netherworld officers tightly.

The blood-stained, fragmented sword lost some of its power upon touching the chains, failing to kill the several Netherworld guards on the spot.

The sharp sword blades pierced through their armor and tore their bodies apart, but only caused serious injuries. If treated in time, they could be saved.

"You all leave quickly, I will hold him off."

Xueyi coldly uttered these words, gripped the Demon-Slaying Cone in her hand, and without hesitation faced the challenge head-on, engaging in fierce combat with Ren.

"I...I can fight again!"

Yanqing gritted her teeth, covered the wound, and tightened the bandage.

The six flying swords he had suppressed in the Danfu area of ​​the blade had been shattered.

Only the long sword in his hand was like a pool of autumn water, and he insisted on charging forward despite the Yunqi's advice.

In the blink of an eye, the crazed blade, caught in the frenzy, fought two opponents single-handedly, showing no signs of being at a disadvantage.

Unfortunately, Ren, once a highly skilled craftsman renowned as "Baiye" in Zhu Mingxianzhou, was extremely familiar with the ingenious puppet mechanism of Xueyi.

Before they had even exchanged a single blow, Blade revealed an opening and, in a trade of injuries, easily severed Xueyi's right arm.

Xueyi frowned slightly. This person was so deeply possessed by the demon that he could no longer feel pain, just like her.

If this continues, his injuries will continue to heal, while our injuries will become more and more serious. In the end, only Yanqing and I will lose.

"Yanqing, you shall leave first!"

“I am a puppet, and although this person can destroy my puppet body, he cannot annihilate my consciousness.”

"Quickly summon the general to deal with this formidable enemy," Xueyi said urgently.

Yanqing gritted his teeth and said, "Abandoning comrades is not the way of the Cloud Cavalry!"

Clang!

The cold, blood-red blade severed the iron chains binding the snow-white garment, sending sparks flying.

Ignoring the reopening of his wound, Yanqing stepped forward with his sword and blocked the slash.

If this sword were to land, it would be enough to sever Xueyi's puppet-like body in half at the waist.

Xueyi's expression was icy. He could pinpoint every weakness of mine. My puppet body was actually a disadvantage in front of him, and I was not as useful as Xiaowei Yanqing.

"You... all must die!"