Wandering Swordsman |

His posture and tone were humble and polite, just like a benevolent elder.

But Shen Mo sneered inwardly—"The reason Ding Chengfeng won't turn against me right now is simply because Oda's gang of overseas evil cultivators are like a knife hanging over his neck, making Ding Chengfeng very wary. And Ding Chengfeng wants to join forces with me and the Bookworm to create a deterrent against the overseas evil cultivators."

Shen Mo gave the bookworm a deep look, and seeing him nod slightly, he handed over the Martial God Hammer.

Ding Chengfeng caught the hammer with both hands, his palms sinking so heavily he almost stumbled half a step—its weight far exceeded his expectations. He forced himself to remain calm, his smile widening: "A fine hammer! Truly a divine weapon!"

He turned around, slung the hammer behind his back, and strode towards the riverbank, his robes fluttering in the wind, as if he had become a pillar in the midst of the current.

Upon seeing this, a fleeting shadow crossed Oda's eyes before he reverted to his "kind" mask. He slowly raised his hand, pointing towards the center of the river: "Chief Ding, please join the five of us, each armed, and stand atop the stone beam on the Ying River. Once you are ready, I will direct the luring of the crocodile from the abyss, and we will work together to kill it!"

Before the words were finished, the Three-Handed Sword Demon, the Blood-Handed Judge, the White Bone Granny, the Immortal Child, and the Soul-Shattering Whip Demon had already taken off like five ghostly shadows. Their lightness skills were superb. Their toes lightly touched the half-submerged stone beam ruins, and their figures were as swift as the wind and shadows. In an instant, they stood in several key positions in the middle of the river.

Their teamwork was so seamless, it was as if they had rehearsed it a thousand times.

The Three-Handed Sword Demon stood on the highest stone pier upstream, holding the Martial God Sword, its blade pointing straight at the center of the river, responsible for the main attack—he looked down like an eagle, waiting for the giant crocodile to appear, and then he would strike it down with a thunderous blow!

The Bloodhand Judge stood on the flank, his blade stained with blood, providing cover—his blade strikes were like a net, ready to block the sweeping power of the crocodile tail at any moment.

Granny White Bone hovered low in the air, her spear tip swirling with cold air, tasked with sneak attacks—she moved like a venomous snake, waiting for the crocodile's jaws to open before plunging her spear into its throat.

The Immortal Child stood on the broken beam downstream, his staff shadow as large as a mountain, responsible for repelling attacks—his arm muscles were bulging, ready to use tremendous force to shake off any pouncing attacks.

The Soul-Shattering Whip Demon roamed along the edge of the water, the bell at the tip of his whip ringing softly, responsible for luring—his whip, like a nimble snake, lightly touched the water's surface, stirring up ripples, deliberately provoking the giant crocodile.

Each of the five men performed their duties, their formation as solid as a lock, as if they had been practicing for many years, all for this battle!

Ding Chengfeng, wielding the Martial God Hammer, leaped onto the central stone pier. Although he possessed profound skill, he had never cooperated with these five people, nor did he know how Oda would command them. He stood at the heart of the formation, yet he was like a solitary peak, as if an invisible wall separated him from the other four.

Oda gave the order: "Move!"

The Demon Whip of Shattering Souls flicked its tip, and the bell rang sharply, like a song of provocation. In an instant—

"Splash—!!!"

Three gigantic shadows burst forth from the water once more! The Xuanlin Crocodile roared like thunder, a foul stench filled the air, and its massive jaws opened like abysses, lunging straight at the central stone pillar!

The Three-Handed Sword Demon's sword flashed like lightning, severing the crocodile's head! The Blood-Handed Judge's blade net swept across, sealing its left flank! The White Bone Granny's spear shadows rained down, aiming for its eye! The Immortal Child's giant club crashed down, knocking back another one!

Only Ding Chengfeng—

Seeing the giant crocodile pounce, he instinctively raised his hammer to block, but because he struck too early and the hammer's momentum was not yet complete, he was instead swept by the crocodile's tail, causing his blood and qi to surge and almost falling into the river! He hurriedly returned to defense, and the shadow of his hammer was slowed down, which actually disrupted the rhythm of the Three-Handed Sword Demon's sword momentum!

"boom--!"

A giant crocodile seized the opportunity to pounce, and the Blood Hand Judge hurriedly swung his sword to save him, but was struck on the shoulder by the tail of another crocodile, causing blood to splatter!

Granny White Bone roared angrily, piercing the crocodile's mouth with the tip of her spear, but was knocked back by the immense force and nearly fell into the water!

The formation is in disarray.

Although the six divine weapons were gathered, Ding Chengfeng and the overseas evil cultivators had no tacit understanding and instead hindered each other. The hammer, though heavy, was like a brute swinging an axe, unable to hit vital points; the sword, though fast, repeatedly missed due to improper coordination.

Three giant crocodiles thrashed about in the water, their scales as hard as iron, impervious to swords and blades, forcing the six people to retreat step by step. The stone beams shattered under the immense impact, the fragments sinking into the Yingyuan Abyss, stirring up layers of blue waves.

Shen Mo stood on the riverbank, his figure as straight as a pine tree, his clothes motionless in the cold river wind.

His eyes were like cold stars, his gaze piercing through the river surface where thick fog and fireflies intertwined, coldly observing the fierce life-and-death struggle unfolding amidst the broken beams and rubble.

His breathing was extremely light, as if he had merged with the deathly silent underground space. Only his fingertips trembled slightly, as if sensing some kind of rhythm that ordinary people could not perceive.

On the river, the battle has reached a fever pitch.

Although the six divine weapons were gathered, Ding Chengfeng's unfamiliar and estranged cooperation with the overseas evil cultivators meant that they not only failed to suppress the giant crocodile, but were also forced into retreat by its ferocity. Stone beams crumbled, and waves surged. Each of the giant crocodile's attacks was like a landslide, shaking everyone and causing them to lose their footing and splatter blood.

Bloodhand Judge's left arm had been torn open by claws, Granny White Bone's spear was stuck in the gaps of crocodile scales and almost slipped out of her hand, and the Three-Handed Sword Demon's sword light was also gradually slowing down due to exhaustion.

Oda stood atop a high cliff on the shore, his sleeves fluttering slightly, yet his eyes were as sharp as a hawk's. His eyes narrowed slightly, a sinister glint flashing in them—"At this rate, when will we be able to elicit the Six Gods' Resonance? If we don't kill the giant crocodile soon, we might not even have entered the Confucian school, and our forces will have already suffered heavy losses!"

He stopped waiting.

Oda let out a low shout, his voice as cold as ice splitting stone, and turned to the other overseas heretical cultivators behind him, saying, "Follow me into battle!"

Before he finished speaking, his figure had already darted out like a ghost. He stepped through the air and pounced on the flank of a giant crocodile that was about to kill Ding Chengfeng. Flames, like the spitting tongue of a venomous snake, scorched the edges of its scales.

Meanwhile, overseas evil cultivators such as Granny White Bone's junior sister "Cold Corpse Demoness," "Heart-Eating Old Woman" skilled in poisonous mist, and "Shadow Puppet Sanlang" proficient in escape techniques all emerged, displaying their unique skills and joining the battle. Poisonous mist filled the air, flames soared into the sky, and sword shadows and rain of blades intertwined to form a net, completely surrounding the three giant crocodiles.

Seeing this, Ding Chengfeng was not to be outdone, and suddenly swung his hammer and roared, "Three Holy Kings! Follow me to slay this scoundrel!"

Xuanwu and Zhuque immediately took action, rushing into the Firefly River, while Baihu, suppressing his injuries, charged into the center of the river with his weapon.

In an instant, sword flashes, fist strikes, palm strikes, and divine weapons and techniques poured down like a tidal wave, all crashing down on the three enormous creatures.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The power of the six divine weapons finally began to manifest its might. The Martial God Sword unleashed a golden light, piercing through the scales and leaving deep, bone-revealing cracks; the Martial God Hammer crashed down, causing the crocodile's skull to groan and cough up black blood; the Blood Hand Judge's blade sliced ​​through the soft flesh of its throat; the Three-Handed Sword Demon's sword shadows rained down, piercing into the gaps between its joints...

The crocodiles' roars were now tinged with pain and terror. Their massive bodies were covered in wounds, their dark scales shattered, and black blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the fluorescent river crimson. Their movements began to slow, and even the ancient ferocity in their eyes showed a hint of wavering.

"Almost there...almost there!" Oda's eyes blazed with wild joy. "Just one more push, and we'll behead him!"

Just when everyone thought victory was in sight!

At that very moment—

Shen Mo moved.