Wandering Swordsman |

The two were evenly matched, locked in a stalemate for a time. Their sword energy and fist winds intertwined to create a series of magnificent yet deadly scenes, as if all the power in the world had converged at that moment.

Those martial artists who came to the aid of Jingtian Pavilion were all extremely puzzled. Who exactly was Fu Sheng? How could he possibly fight Situ Dengfeng to a standstill?

Situ Dengfeng's eyes revealed solemnity and vigilance; he knew that his opponent was no ordinary person.

"Why would Qilin Village collude with the Black Wind Gang?" Situ Dengfeng questioned while attacking.

Fu Sheng sneered, "Situ Dengfeng, wake up! The Martial Alliance has already disbanded, why bother with all this?" His voice was deep and magnetic, each word seeming to come from the abyss, "Today's battle is just one step in the bigger picture."

Meanwhile, Jian Yihan and Zhang Zhenren were evenly matched with Ding Chengfeng, the leader of the Black Wind Gang, in a two-on-one fight. Ding Chengfeng's martial arts were unpredictable and varied, and even with Jian Yihan and Zhang Zhenren working together, they couldn't gain the upper hand. The three figures constantly clashed in the battle, each exchange accompanied by the sound of metal clashing and strong air currents, causing the surrounding trees to shake violently.

"Ding Chengfeng, Guigu already knows that there are forces behind the Black Wind Gang. Turn back now, or your ambition will eventually destroy the Black Wind Gang!" Jian Yihan shouted, his long sword piercing towards Ding Chengfeng's heart like lightning.

However, Ding Chengfeng frowned slightly but easily dodged, and instead struck Jian Yihan's chest with a backhand palm. Jian Yihan hurriedly dodged to the side, but was still hit by the palm wind, and his body involuntarily took a few steps back.

The three holy rulers and Li Fanglin were fighting against other martial arts figures who were supporting Jingtian Pavilion.

The Azure Dragon Saint Lord, the White Tiger Saint Lord, and Li Fanglin each unleashed their unique skills, forcing the martial arts practitioners who came to their aid to retreat in defeat.

The Vermilion Bird Saint Lord was even more cunning. He used various hidden weapons and poisons to poison and knock down many martial arts practitioners. The ferocity of the battle was unbearable to watch; blood stained the earth, and the air was filled with a strong stench of blood.

Situ Changkong and the disciples of Jingtian Pavilion surrounded Situ Meng, protecting her.

They formed a solid defensive line, preventing any enemy from getting close. Situ Changkong held his longsword, his gaze fixed firmly on the chaotic battle around him, ready to respond to any sudden attack. "Junior Sister Meng, don't be afraid, we will protect you," a disciple whispered to comfort her.

Seeing the stalemate and the increasing casualties, Shen Mo, panting heavily, had a resolute glint in his eyes. He knew he couldn't hesitate any longer and had to find a breakthrough as soon as possible. "Brother He, we can't keep going like this! We must find a way to break the deadlock!" Shen Mo shouted.

He Yun nodded and quickly replied, "Brother Shen, let's go help Master Zhang together. Only by defeating the Black Wind Gang Leader can we stop the fearless sacrifice." The two quickly adjusted their breathing, gripped their swords tightly again, and prepared to launch a new round of attacks.

Just as Shen Mo and He Yun were preparing to act, a roar suddenly rang out. It turned out that Ouyang Song and his group had successfully killed Ma Xiaofeng, avenging Zhao Xue. This news greatly boosted the morale of the Jingtian Pavilion, and everyone felt a new surge of power flowing into their bodies.

The situation on the battlefield remained dire. The duel between Fu Sheng and Situ Dengfeng intensified, each exchange generating a strong gust of wind that blinded those nearby. Situ Dengfeng's longsword clashed repeatedly with Fu Sheng's fist, sparks flying, as if the entire world was trembling.

"Situ Dengfeng, you truly deserve to be called the number one martial arts master in the world, but today you are destined to be defeated by me!" Fu Sheng said with a cold smile, a fanatical glint in his eyes. His fist techniques grew faster and faster, each strike containing powerful internal force, attempting to defeat his opponent in one fell swoop.

Situ Dengfeng did not answer, but silently channeled all his inner strength to continue dealing with Fu Sheng's attacks. Each exchange between the two seemed to trigger a small storm, with sword energy and fist wind intertwining to create a magnificent yet deadly scene.

However, despite Situ Dengfeng's best efforts, Fu Sheng's strength was still not to be underestimated, and the battle between the two reached a stalemate.

After a prolonged and unsuccessful battle, a fierce glint flashed in Fu Sheng's eyes. "Ding Chengfeng, have those Black Wind Gang members who have practiced the 'Heaven-Defying Divine Skill' come closer!" he commanded loudly, his voice filled with undeniable authority.

The Black Wind Gang leader paused for a moment, then a complex expression crossed his face, before he seemed to make a decision. His voice was resolute as he shouted, "Black Wind Gang members, do not approach Fu Sheng! Retreat to the Black Wind Forest immediately!"

Upon seeing this, Situ Dengfeng immediately became alert. He didn't know what Fu Sheng was up to, but judging from Ding Chengfeng's reaction, Fu Sheng must have other motives. Therefore, he decisively ordered, "Everyone, be on guard and do not pursue the Black Wind Gang rashly."

Upon seeing the Black Wind Gang leader order a retreat and instruct his men not to approach Fu Sheng, Fu Sheng angrily shouted, "Ding Chengfeng! What are you doing?"

"Go crazy if you want, I'm not going to play along." After saying this, the Black Wind Gang Leader quickly retreated.

Seeing that he couldn't rely on Ding Chengfeng, Fu Sheng directly channeled his internal energy. At that moment, his internal energy erupted, and an ominous aura spread, instantly soothing everyone's mood. This aura, like a demon in the darkness, silently spread, sending a chill down the spine of everyone who sensed it.

Upon sensing this aura, Fu Sheng's power increased more than tenfold. His eyes became even more ferocious, and he seemed to transform into a bloodthirsty beast.

"Demonic energy!" Situ Dengfeng, Zhang Zhenren, Ouyang Song, and other senior figures in the martial arts world instantly sensed this aura.

Their faces turned deathly pale, their eyes filled with shock and fear. The demonic energy originated from practicing demonic arts, which had been completely destroyed after the Martial Alliance defeated the Demonic Cult, and all martial artists who practiced them were crippled. Furthermore, a pact was established that anyone in the Central Plains martial arts world who practiced demonic arts would be attacked by all.

"Impossible..." Master Zhang muttered to himself, his voice filled with undisguised shock. Could this be the "Heaven-Defying Divine Skill" that Fu Sheng had just mentioned?

"This aura..." Ouyang Song gripped his longsword tightly, his eyes flashing with vigilance. "Back then, we went through countless hardships to repel the Demonic Sect, and now someone dares to cultivate demonic arts again!"

As the demonic energy within Fu Sheng continued to erupt, the surrounding air seemed to turn black. Trees began to wither, and cracks appeared in the ground, as if the earth itself was trembling. Fu Sheng's figure gradually became blurred, as if merging into the darkness.