Killing Monks

The father and son were locked in a deadly battle. The father's swordsmanship was steady and shrewd, each strike precise and ruthless, honed by years of bloodshed.

The son's swordsmanship was completely chaotic, consisting only of instinctive slashes and sweeps. However, due to the black blade and his inner rage, each strike carried a mad urge to perish together with the enemy.

At first, Lu Fei was completely at a disadvantage.

The silver knife, like a venomous snake, always managed to find an opening and slip into his body, leaving trails of blood. Shoulders, ribs, arms... blood quickly stained his robes.

The more he was injured, the more intense the hatred burned in his eyes.

The more pain he felt, the more ferocious his black knife became!

"Aaaaaah—!"

Lu Fei roared, completely abandoning his defense. His black blade transformed into a blurry black whirlwind, slashing and hacking wildly without regard for anything else.

As the wind swept through, the red silk in the courtyard was shattered, the tables and chairs were smashed, and even the bluestone slabs on the ground were plowed with deep furrows.

The black blade of light danced wildly in the courtyard, like a runaway black dragon, churning and roaring, invincible in its path.

Lu Fei wasn't using swordsmanship at all; he was using his life, his hatred, and all his burning emotions to drive that demonic blade.

And the black knife... was actually responding to this madness.

The blood-red patterns on the blade grew brighter and brighter, and the blade became heavier and heavier. With each clash, a fine crack appeared on the silver blade.

"Fei'er!" Lu Chengyu shouted sharply, his silver blade suddenly changing its attack, transforming into a silver rainbow that pierced straight at Lu Fei's heart. "You can't beat me!"

Before he could finish speaking...

Lu Fei neither dodged nor avoided, but charged straight at the tip of the knife!

"Pfft!"

The silver knife pierced his left shoulder, and blood splattered everywhere.

But Lu Fei seemed completely unaware, and the black knife slashed down, aiming straight for Lu Chengyu's neck!

Lu Chengyu was extremely shrewd. Upon seeing this, he did not hesitate to release his grip on the knife and his figure flashed backward like a ghost.

"Sizzle—"

The black knife grazed his throat by half an inch, drawing a trail of blood.

Lu Chengyu landed, his right hand making a grabbing motion in the air. A long sword from the waist of a Lu family member not far away was drawn and flew into his palm.

The moment the knife was in his hand, Lu Fei pounced like a mad tiger!

He actually pulled out the silver knife embedded in his left shoulder and casually threw it on the ground.

Blood gushed out like a spring, flowing down his arm and dripping onto the black blade.

Nourishes...

The blood droplet was instantly absorbed the moment it touched the blade.

The dark red blood patterns on the blade suddenly lit up, flickering like breathing.

"……waste……"

A deep, hoarse voice, as if coming from the depths of the underworld, resounded directly in Lu Fei's mind.

"...Kill this piece of trash..."

"...Use my swordsmanship..."

Lu Feihu's body trembled.

That voice... is it the knife speaking?

Before he could think it through, several strange and ruthless sword moves flooded his mind like a tide.

That was not any move from the "Lu Family Knife Techniques," but rather a killing technique more suited to the true nature of this black blade.

Lu Fei instinctively spun around and swung his knife.

The black blade traced an eerie arc, seemingly ordinary, yet its passage was accompanied by a sharp, ghostly wail.

Before the blade even arrived, the chilling killing intent already made Lu Chengyu's skin go numb.

"when!"

Lu Chengyu raised his sword to parry, only to feel an overwhelming force that caused his tiger's mouth to split open and his long sword to almost slip from his hand.

Before he could catch his breath, the second stab was already upon him!

This slash slashed upwards at a treacherous angle, like a venomous snake raising its head, aiming straight for the vulnerable armpit.

Lu Chengyu retreated hastily, but the blade still managed to cut a deep, bone-revealing gash in his ribs.

"puff--"

Blood splattered.

Lu Chengyu's expression finally changed.

He could tell that Lu Fei's attacks had completely changed their style!

It was no longer the domineering and tyrannical Lu family sword technique, but a ferocious sword intent born solely for slaughter.

Moreover, each strike perfectly matches the characteristics of the black blade, taking an unorthodox approach to target vital points, with continuous, relentless attacks.

The third cut!

The black blade transformed into a twisted shadow, aiming straight for his heart. Lu Chengyu barely managed to turn to the side; the blade grazed his sternum, taking away a piece of flesh.

The fourth cut, the fifth cut...

Lu Fei fought with increasing ferocity, his swordsmanship becoming smoother and smoother. The black blade seemed to be in sync with his will, each strike precisely targeting Lu Chengyu's most vulnerable spots.

After only ten moves, Lu Chengyu was covered in blood and staggering.

The courtyard was deathly silent.

Everyone could see that Lu Chengyu was going to lose.

He was defeated by his own son, defeated by the demonic blade of the Lu family.

"die--!"

Lu Fei roared and raised his black blade high, bringing with him boundless hatred and all his strength, and slashed down fiercely at Lu Chengyu's crown!

If this strike lands, Lu Chengyu will be cleaved in two.

Just as the blade was about to reach the top, a chilling sword aura poured down like frost and snow from the heavens!

"Clang!"

A long sword, its surface gleaming with a frosty sheen, appeared out of thin air, lying between the black blade and Lu Chengyu.

The sword trembled slightly, and frost flowers splashed everywhere.

The hand holding the sword was fair and jade-like, with long, slender nails.

Looking up along his arm, his white hair was like snow, and his plain clothes were like frost.

The White-Haired Witch, may we grow old together.

No one could have imagined that the one who saved Lu Chengyu at this critical moment was none other than the White-Haired Witch, Bu Xie Lao.

Her longsword, gleaming with a frosty sheen, now stood between the black blade and Lu Chengyu.

The sword energy was chillingly cold, and each clash with the black blade produced a hissing sound as ice and fire melted away.

In just a few moves, the white-haired witch's sword aura subtly suppressed Lu Fei, who was wielding a black knife!

Not only was her cultivation far superior to Lu Fei's, but her swordsmanship was also extremely unique.

Her sword energy was like silk threads and a net, dense and subtle, specifically targeting the subtle flaws in the movement of the black blade.

That fierce and domineering demonic blade was like a beast caught in a spider web under her sword, possessing brute force but being restrained at every turn.

"Who...are you?" Lu Chengyu, clutching his wounded ribs, looked at the white-haired witch with a mixture of surprise and disbelief in his eyes. "Why did you save me?"

He had no recollection of ever having any dealings with this infamous female demon.

Guangyuan, who was being pressed into a chair by Tiandao Daoren, looked at Chu Kuangjun, who had come from outside, and both of them had helpless expressions.

Just when it seemed they were about to kill Lu Chengyu, one after another came to save him.

The Lu family patriarch's popularity is almost unbelievably good.

The white-haired witch forced Lu Fei back with her sword, but instead of pursuing him, she sheathed her sword, turned around, and looked at Lu Chengyu.

Her usually cold eyes now showed a complex and turbulent emotion.

She gazed at Lu Chengyu's blood-stained face, her voice unusually gentle:

"My benefactor...do you really not remember me?"

Lu Chengyu frowned, scrutinizing her features, but still shook his head.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lu... has no recollection of this."

The white-haired witch's eyes dimmed, and she lowered her gaze.

After a long silence, she finally spoke, her voice so soft it was as if she were talking to herself:

"But I remember what my benefactor looked like. Twenty-three years ago... on a cold night, three bowls of noodles, do you still remember, my benefactor?"

Three bowls of noodles on a cold night?

Lu Chengyu suddenly remembered a woman.

A pitiful woman.