Wandering Swordsman |

The giant crocodile swept its massive tail, creating towering waves. The White Tiger Saint King was thrown by the wave and crashed into a stone pillar, spitting out blood. The Vermilion Bird barely managed to steady itself, but was blinded by the water mist and staggered backward.

"Master!" Azure Dragon Saint Lord roared, swinging his sword at the crocodile's tail, but was jolted by the immense force, and the sword broke!

At this critical moment, Ding Chengfeng caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye—two dark figures were rushing towards him from the exit of the stairs behind him! The Three-Handed Sword Demon wielded the Martial God Sword, while the Blood-Handed Judge's blade was stained with blood, their killing intent overwhelming!

A giant crocodile is devouring my arm in front of me, and a powerful enemy is chasing me from behind!

There's no way to retreat!

Ding Chengfeng's right arm was deeply embedded in the giant crocodile's bloody maw, the excruciating pain like a raging fire burning his heart, searing every inch of his meridians. He looked down at the jet-black, iron-like scales, the fangs deeply embedded in his flesh, and the blood dripping down the crocodile's snout, flowing into the river of fireflies, creating circles of scarlet ripples.

Behind them, the Three-Handed Sword Demon and the Blood-Handed Judge approached on the water, their swords flashing against the dark green river, their killing intent surging like a tide, pressing closer with each step.

In that instant, his teeth clenched, veins bulged on his forehead like coiled dragons, and his eyes were bloodshot, yet he showed no fear, only a resolute determination to burn his bridges. He suddenly lowered his head, left hand holding the sword, aiming it at his right shoulder blade!

"Master! No!" Xuanwu Saint Lord shouted hoarsely, his voice trembling, "The pain of losing an arm is enough to kill! You can't..."

"Go!" Ding Chengfeng suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with a mixture of bloodlust and pain, his voice as sharp as a cleaver, "Survival is the most important thing right now!"

He gripped his longsword tightly in his left hand, its blade gleaming coldly in the fluorescent light. He took a deep breath, as if concentrating all his willpower into this single moment—

A flash of sword light!

"laugh--!"

The sword flashed like lightning, slashing diagonally down from the shoulder blade!

Blood splattered across the sky!

The sound of flesh tearing was clearly audible, and tendons and bones snapped like withered branches breaking. The entire right arm, along with half of the blood-stained black robe sleeve, was swallowed whole by the giant crocodile! Blood rained down like a storm, staining the river red and filling the air with a fishy stench.

Ding Chengfeng groaned, his face instantly turning deathly pale, cold sweat mixed with blood rolling down his forehead. But he didn't faint; instead, using the momentum from his severed arm, he leaped forward like a broken swallow!

"Master!" Azure Dragon Saint Lord and White Tiger Saint Lord pounced simultaneously, supporting his swaying body from either side. Vermilion Bird and Black Tortoise brought up the rear, and the four of them, with all their might, carried the heavily injured Master and fled hastily towards the other side.

However, the pursuit did not stop.

The Three-Handed Sword Demon sneered, his figure flashing across the water like a ghost. His toes lightly touched the surface of the luminous river, each step landing effortlessly on the floating stone beams. The Martial God Sword in his hand gleamed coldly, and wherever its blade pointed, the air seemed to be torn apart, emitting a faint hissing sound.

Surprisingly, the giant crocodiles lurking in the river—the abyssal beasts that had been so ferocious just moments before—seemed to sense the aura of the Martial God Sword and quietly retreated as if in submission. Their massive black shadows slowly sank into the dark green river, their fangs disappearing into the undercurrent, leaving only ripples, as if in awe of some supreme being.

The Blood-Handed Judge followed closely behind, wielding the Martial God Blade, its aura chilling, like a king on a procession. The giant crocodile also avoided them, allowing the two to cross the Firefly River as if walking on flat ground, heading straight for Ding Chengfeng's remaining army.

"Watch out!" the White Tiger Saint Lord roared, turning around and swinging his sword to block.

"clang--!"

The weapons clashed, sparks flying everywhere, like a cluster of crimson flames exploding in the night sky! The White Tiger Saint Lord was already wounded in the shoulder and his blood and qi had not yet recovered. At this moment, the blow from the Three-Handed Sword Demon made his internal organs churn, and he felt a sweet taste in his throat as blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this, the Azure Dragon Saint Lord's eyes widened in anger. He was about to turn around to help when the Blood Hand Judge swept his blade across him. The blade light was like a crescent moon, forcing him to retreat repeatedly. The sword shadows were chaotic, and he was in grave danger.

At this critical moment between life and death, the Azure Dragon Saint King suddenly turned around, his weapon swinging like an angry dragon's tail, fiercely slashing at the face of the Three-Handed Sword Demon, forcefully blocking the opponent's attack!

"You all go!" he roared hoarsely, his voice like tearing silk and piercing the clouds. "Take the gang leader and go! I'll cover your retreat!"

"Azure Dragon!" Ding Chengfeng leaned against a rock, blood gushing from his severed arm. Gazing at the retreating figure, his voice was hoarse, filled with unbearable pain. "Let's go together! You can't die here!"

"Master," Azure Dragon Saint Lord slowly turned around, his face covered in blood, but a tragic yet serene smile appeared on his lips, "I, Azure Dragon, have followed you for over thirty years, from a lowly stable boy in Yimen County to the position of Saint Lord of the Black Wind Gang today... To die protecting you today is an honor, my destiny."

His eyes held no fear, only unwavering loyalty that burned until the very end.

Before he finished speaking, he turned back without looking back, his longsword flashing like a storm as he charged towards the Three-Handed Sword Demon!

The sword shadows were like a net, layer upon layer, carrying the power of a lifetime, each strike accompanied by a whistling sound. The Three-Handed Sword Demon coldly parried with his sword, the sword light flashing like lightning. The two exchanged no more than three moves, and the outcome was already decided.

Suddenly, the Three-Handed Sword Demon flashed, seemingly retreating but actually advancing, and suddenly stretched out a third hand from his wide robe!

The hand was as pale as a corpse, its skin as dry as withered tree bark, its fingertips curved like hooks, and its nails jet black and shiny. It was clearly a "ghost hand" crafted with overseas evil magic! This hand did not carry any true energy, but it contained deadly poison and the power of a rotting corpse. It was as fast as lightning and silent as a shadow. It tore through the clothes of the Azure Dragon Saint Lord from behind and pierced straight into his heart!

"Well--!"

Azure Dragon Saint Lord's pupils shrank suddenly, his body stiffened abruptly, and he looked down at the pale ghost hand that had pierced through his chest. Blood gushed out from between his fingers and dripped onto the surface of the Firefly River, creating circles of scarlet ripples.

"You... you really do have a third hand..." he said with difficulty, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his voice weak as a candle flickering in the wind, "No wonder... Oda... let you... wield the God of War Sword..."

The Three-Handed Sword Demon leaned down, his voice as cold as a viper's hiss, close to his ear: "The people of the Central Plains only know me as the Three-Handed Sword Demon, but they don't know why I'm called the Three-Handed Sword Demon. How pathetic."

The Azure Dragon Saint Lord's lips twitched, as if he wanted to laugh again, but he was too weak. He glanced one last time at the fleeing figure, silently praying, "Chief... you must survive..."

The ghost hand suddenly twisted—

"puff!"

My heart was crushed!

His knees buckled, and he collapsed onto the stone beam. The weapon in his hand slowly fell to the ground, and his eyes gradually became unfocused, like a candle flame going out.

Upon seeing this, the White Tiger Saint King's eyes turned bloodshot, and he roared to the sky, "Brother Azure Dragon!!!"

That roar was like a lone wolf weeping at the moon, its grief and indignation soaring to the heavens.

He stopped running, turned around abruptly, his longsword like a dragon, its tip burning with crimson true energy, as if he had concentrated all his life's power into this final strike!

"I want you all to be buried with Brother Qinglong!"

He pounced on the Bloodhand Judge like a mad tiger, his sword flashes like a torrential downpour!

The Blood-Handed Judge sneered and brandished his blade, the light of the blade spreading out like a bloody net.

However, the White Tiger Saint Lord offered no defense, only attacking without restraint, each sword strike carrying the momentum of mutual destruction. The Blood Hand Judge retreated seven steps, his shoulder and arm slashed by the sword tip, bleeding profusely.

"Madman!" Bloodhand Judge roared.