In the Demon Suppression Division: Crimson Words Nurture the Blade, Slaying Demons to Prove the Dao

careless...

Wei Xuanfeng felt a bitter taste in his mouth; he had been too idealistic.

I thought that with my strength, although I couldn't kill all the wolf demons, I could still fly them like kites.

But reality slapped him hard in the face!

They hadn't even reached Chenjia Village yet when they were ambushed by a pack of wolf demons halfway there...

"Take a powerful elixir, and wear armor!"

Upon seeing this, Wei Xuanfeng immediately squeezed out a powerful pill from his collar and put it in his mouth.

At the same time, he used a drop of his essence blood to ignite the armor on his leg.

Since becoming junior officers, the three of them have accumulated a lot of these consumables.

Fighting a wolf demon of demon general level, the three of them must now unleash their full power.

Wen Shihan had already taken the pill, and now, standing behind Wei Xuanfeng, her heart sank lower and lower.

Even from such a distance, she could clearly sense the brutality and greed emanating from those emerald green eyes.

If it were an ordinary person, they would probably be scared out of their wits. Even Wen Shihan, who considered herself strong, couldn't help but feel her hair stand on end.

Three demon generals charged towards the three of them at lightning speed, making Wei Xuanfeng inwardly groan.

I'm confident with one, but with three...

"You guys go first, I'll stall for time!"

With the demon close at hand, Wei Xuanfeng took the initiative to meet it.

In the blink of an eye, the three demon generals had arrived, their afterimages still several meters away, their speed was simply incredible!

As Wei Xuanfeng pondered which one to deal with first, a demon general roared to the sky, followed by a crescent-shaped wind blade, as long as a forearm in diameter, shooting towards Hu Murong with lightning speed.

"Holy crap, you can do that, you beast!"

Not all demon generals can launch such long-range attacks. Seeing this, Wei Xuanfeng felt a pang of envy.

If I could also use sword energy, why would I be afraid of these three beasts!

The wind blades are similar to the sword energy of a martial artist, possessing immense destructive power.

The demon general's power was even greater, capable of penetrating iron and stone.

Having witnessed its power, Hu Murong knew when to dodge. However, she lacked the skill of light-footed martial arts, so her dodging speed was not fast.

With a soft "pfft".

Hu Murong gasped in shock; her thigh had been slashed.

Through the torn trousers, one could clearly see snow-white skin and a deep, bone-revealing scar.

But Wei Xuanfeng couldn't care less about her at that moment, because two more warriors were already rushing towards him.

These two beasts were extremely fast, and Wei Xuanfeng had no time to dodge, so he could only raise his long sword to block them.

As soon as the two sides clashed, Wei Xuanfeng felt as if a huge rock had hit his knife.

He was sent flying backwards.

The immense impact forced him to tumble repeatedly in the air, dissipating the force.

Upon landing, he stumbled back three steps and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He suffered internal injuries on their very first encounter.

Wei Xuanfeng was shocked. He hadn't expected the gap between their cultivation levels to be so vast!

This is why he possesses the "Heavenly Movement" attribute, along with numerous other attributes that enhance his physical attributes.

If it were any other martial artist, this strike would have been fatal.

The two warriors gave Wei Xuanfeng no time to catch his breath and pounced on him again.

Wei Xuanfeng's arms were still numb, so he dared not take the hit again.

He already knew that this general-level warrior was beyond his current ability to contend with, so he could only use the "Crossing the River on a Reed" technique to try his best to dodge.

The two warriors were not only strong, but also incredibly fast and agile.

However, due to his large size, he was far less agile than Wei Xuanfeng in small areas.

After the initial chaos, Wei Xuanfeng quickly stabilized the situation and was able to find opportunities to counterattack from time to time.

In particular, after he concentrated all his internal energy into his legs, his speed was no less than that of the Black Xuanlan Wolf Demon King.

With the third warrior joining the battle, the one man and three wolves immediately began their most primal carnage.

Whoever gets the chance will take a bite out of the other.

For a time, howls and angry shouts filled the air.

Wen Shihan had already dealt with the surrounding Xuanlan Wolf Demon servants using her meteor hammer, and she helped Hu Murong hide in a tree.

While bandaging her wound, Wen Shihan's gaze also fell on Wei Xuanfeng.

Wei Xuanfeng was in a terrible state, being chased and leaping about by three warriors.

Occasional counterattacks are of little effect on a warrior.

Unless you have a divine weapon, or can skillfully unleash blade energy like Boss Jiao.

Otherwise, even if a Martial Master arrives, they would be helpless against a Battle General.

Just then, several more wolf demon servants came running at the sound.

To avoid putting pressure on Wei Xuanfeng, Wen Shihan told Hu Murong to take care and then rushed out with her meteor hammer.

"Two lunatics!"

Hu Murong cursed and struggled to his feet.

If it were three months ago, she would have definitely chosen to betray the two of them and run away alone.

Can……

Now, she silently took the bow from her back, and aimed the arrow at the wolf demon...

Wei Xuanfeng was in the middle of the battle, but he kept an eye on everything around him.

Seeing Wen Shihan and Hu Murong surrounded, he became increasingly anxious.

No, if we keep dragging this out, we'll all die!

Wei Xuanfeng suddenly made a bold decision.

He cleared his mind of all distractions and erased all opportunities to escape from his thoughts.

While battling the three warriors, he recalled the blade energy that Jiao Yu had unleashed in the brothel that day.

That blade aura left a very deep impression on Wei Xuanfeng.

Jiao Yu's aura and moves slowly surfaced in my mind.

Gradually, his Taizu swordsmanship was no longer confined to a single move...

Although the two women still saw Wei Xuanfeng in perilous situations, only he himself knew the truth.

These three warriors have already...

No threat whatsoever!

Wei Xuanfeng gripped his embroidered spring knife, his fighting style no longer characterized by wide, sweeping attacks, but rather a more mobile and elusive style of combat with the three wolves.

Having fought many battles, his internal energy was severely depleted. This hit-and-run tactic was a good way to conserve his internal energy.

He doesn't hold his ground; he'll seize any opportunity to launch a surprise attack.

Each strike sends a surge of yin energy into the warrior's body, slowly destroying his internal organs.

The three wolves were no benevolent men either; Wei Xuanfeng always paid a price for his successes, more or less.

Fortunately, he always attacked proactively, thus avoiding vital points. The battle had only lasted a short while. He was already covered in blood, with dozens of wounds all over his body, and his clothes were tattered.

Although the person looked extremely terrifying, the wounds were all superficial.

However, those wounds, large and small, continued to bleed slowly.

As time went on, Wei Xuanfeng's physical strength declined significantly.

His speed slowed down.

Those three wolves were even worse.

Their speed is no longer comparable to that of the Xuanlan Wolf Demon, which is at the servant level.

Both sides are testing their endurance.

Finally, after being struck twenty-three times, the internal injuries of one of the war wolf demons flared up. In a final lunge, it staggered and collapsed towards Wei Xuanfeng, its forelegs trembling, revealing the thin skin below its throat, thinner than its scalp…

The only vital point on the wolf's body.

Wei Xuanfeng did not hesitate.

He twisted his waist and stepped to the side, channeling all the remaining internal energy in his body into his right arm. The blade of the Embroidered Spring Blade shone for a moment in the moonlight, and a half-inch arc of dark blue light surged from the tip of the blade.

The light was extremely thin and faint, like a layer of ice that would never melt or dissipate on the edge of a knife.

He swung his knife, and the arc of the blade sliced ​​through the wolf demon's throat without any resistance, as if cutting paper.

The demon general's body froze in mid-air for a moment, black blood gushing from its eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, before crashing to the ground with a thud, creating a shallow crater.

The surrounding wolf demon servants let out a series of rapid whimpers and took a half step back.

Wei Xuanfeng stood still, looking down at the tip of his knife.

That sliver of dark blue light was still there, slowly receding, like a candle flame going out on its own in the absence of wind.

His hand holding the knife was trembling, not from fear, but from excitement.

His strike was meant to cleave the wolf demon's skull, but the blade's energy cut through its throat first, and the blade didn't even touch the bone.

[Successfully defeated a demon general-level monster, gold coins +500]

"Sword Qi!"

Standing on the tree, Hu Murong clearly saw the flash of the blade's energy, and his face immediately lit up with joy.

She knew all too well how obsessed Wei Xuanfeng was with developing his sword aura; even Wen Shihan, that workaholic, was slightly inferior to him in terms of cultivation.

Seeing that he could unleash the sword energy, Hu Murong felt a surge of intense excitement!

Wen Shihan also stopped wielding her meteor hammer, glanced at Wei Xuanfeng from afar, and a glint flashed in her eyes.

But the battlefield gives no time to breathe.

The remaining two wolf demon warriors, their eyes bloodshot, attacked from both sides simultaneously.

They were even faster than before, their claws tearing through the wind, and one of them almost touched Wei Xuanfeng's left rib with its claw tip.

Wei Xuanfeng did not retreat.

He didn't even dodge to the side.

He felt the dark blue light on the tip of the knife trembling slightly in his palm, like a living thing breathing.

He did something he would never have done before...

He held the knife across his chest and closed his eyes.

He opened his eyes the instant the wolf's claws descended.

As the Embroidered Spring Blade was swung out, the blade's energy surged to three inches in front of the tip. The bluish-white arc of light tore through the night wind with a very fine whistling sound, like iron scraping against glass.

The first wolf demon's head split open diagonally from the bridge of its nose, its brains only managing to splatter out mid-air.

The second wolf demon pounced too fiercely, and before it could stop, half of its chest cavity was ripped open by the blade's energy, the ribs cut cleanly, like grass stalks severed by a guillotine.

Hu Murong and Wen Shihan witnessed all of this, and both of them slightly opened their mouths...

No wonder they were so surprised.

To kill three Xuanlan Wolf Demons at the level of Demon General with only the martial arts realm is a feat that no one can believe!

[Successfully defeated a demon general-level monster, gold coins +500]

[Successfully defeated a demon general-level monster, gold coins +500]

"I'm rich..."

Two more notification sounds rang out, and then everything went black before Wei Xuanfeng's eyes.

It fell straight down.

However, before he could land, a streak of dark light flew over.

The chains wrapped around his body, and then Wen Shihan pulled and tugged, dragging him to her side.

"Walk!"

Then Wen Shihan picked up Wei Xuanfeng and grabbed Hu Murong by the collar.

It disappeared into the mountains like a wisp of smoke...

……

[Successfully defeated a demon general-level monster, gold coins +500]

[Successfully defeated a demon general-level monster, gold coins +500]

The system notification sounded in his mind, but he didn't have the energy to look at it. He stared down at the tip of the blade; the dark blue arc of light had vanished, and only a thin layer of waning heat remained on the blade. His wrist ached so much he could barely grip the hilt, and his heart was pounding as if it would jump out of his throat.

It was worth it. He said to himself.

Then everything went black, and he fell straight backward. He heard Wen Shihan shout something, but he couldn't make it out. The chains of the meteor hammer wrapped around his waist, and with a tug and a pull, his body spun in mid-air before being caught by a slender but extremely steady shoulder.

"Walk."

Wen Shihan shoved him onto her shoulder, then used her other hand to grab Hu Murong's collar. They vanished into the night like wisps of smoke.