Chapter 97: Chapter 96: Slaying a First-Grade Martial Artist
Translator: 549690339
Pei Xuanjing swung his sword, accompanied by wind and thunder. This embodied the warmth of spring, the violence of summer, the solemnity of autumn, and the chilling cold of winter.
“Kill!”
Gong Xingqiu’s face was icy, as the curved blade danced like a silver snake in his hand, its light crisscrossing amidst the unrestrained blood qi. His figure shifted as if a ghost, a single man wielding a blade that seemed like a thousand, the glow of his blade pervading all surroundings.
Clashes happened one after another.
“Today, I will surely kill you!” Gong Xingqiu’s cold face was filled with murderous intent.
He swung his curved blade once again, the already abundant blood qi within him boil over even more, giving his every swing strength surpassing those of the past by multiple times, seemingly infinite, and relentless.
“Nice!”
Pei Xuanjing roared in laughter. Such an opponent was indeed worthy of him putting forth his full power.
His move suddenly changed as if he was a drunkard – staggering footsteps, the long sword in his hand swinging towards the east and hitting towards the west, striking south and beating north. It seemed chaotic, yet was extraordinarily brilliant – he would appear suddenly and disappear quietly.
“Dharma Sword Skill!”
Seeing that Pei Xuanjing could make such a leisurely use of this Dharma Sword Skill, undoubtedly he had attained mastery.
Qingyang Zi was astonished in his heart, truly a peerless genius.
“Humph, is that all!”
Gong Xingqiu displayed utter fearlessness as he let out a long howl and lunged forward; his blade was like a roaming dragon, full of murderous intent.
He was also well aware of the subtleties of the Dharma Sword Skill, thus he very decisively abandoned his techniques and chose the most straightforward slashes, forcing Pei Xuanjing to defend.
“Heh, are you at your last gasp?” Pei Xuanjing scoffed.
He stepped forward, giving his sword’s hilt a little shake, immediately stirring up a wave of cold light, with flowers of sword light strewn all over.
He then leaped into the air, looking down from a high position.
At that moment, his sword’s technique changed once again. He turned around and slashed towards Gong Xingqiu.
The force of the downward strike was radiant and swift, filled with a chilling sword qi that could even freeze the marrow, the sharpness of the sword was terrifyingly unblockable!
Flying Immortal Outside the Sky!
Both man and sword appeared to have merged into one, the sword light was like a flying rainbow, directly aiming and striking, the sword light radiant and swift, applying all body strength onto it.
This move was not only the strongest sword technique, but also contained the ten elemental forces of extreme yang and extreme hardness.
“This sword technique is flawless and outstandingly brilliant,” Qingyang Zi’s face displayed even more astonishment due to Pei Xuanjing’s moves.
Seeing such a free-spirited change in swordsmanship, Qingyang Zi knew in his heart that this was the peak pinnacle in martial arts, and it could be considered an unrivaled sword technique in the world.
“This move!”
Gong Xingqiu’s facial expression dramatically changed, his pupils contracted as if he saw something unbelievable.
He only saw a slash of sword light flying diagonally, as swift as lightning, like a long rainbow across
une SKY.
Clang!
At that moment, Gong Xingqiu’s solid true qi and vigorous blood qi were all of no use, effortlessly shattered by that single slash.
The curved blade in Gong Xingqiu’s hand was cut into two by Pei Xuanjing’s long sword.
The sword didn’t stop its course and naturally downward, cutting through his clothing and leaving a deep bloodstain on his chest.
However, at this moment, the Flowing Flame Sword in Pei Xuanjing’s hand also let out a mournful cry, the blade filled with tiny cracks.
Clearly, at this time, the Thousand Refinement Divine Weapon could no longer withstand the great power poured into it by Pei Xuanjing. After it cut Gong Xingqiu’s curved blade, it finally gave way under the heavy burden.
Watching Gong Xingqiu’s figure retreating, Pei Xuanjing threw out the Flowing Flame Sword and sheathed his long sword.
He moved a few steps, coming in front of Gong Xingqiu in the blink of an eye.
Giant Spirit Surpasses Mountains!
Without any hesitation, he slapped Gong Xianqiu.
There was no time to dodge, no chance to hide, and even less opportunity to deflect the hit.
In the end, he could only watch helplessly as this palm strike hit his body directly, unable to resist it in the slightest.
This palm strike caused his muscles and bones to shatter, his true qi to scatter, and his blood qi to dim.
The immense power was instantaneously transmitted throughout his entire body. He was smashed downward, his entire body embedded into the ground. A cloud of dust was stirred up in a radius of several ten meters with him at the center.
Such a violent palm strike made Gong Xingqiu suffer extreme pain, unable to suppress his screams.
His shattered muscles and bones broke through the skin. The internal organs were shocked out of place, and the thick, boiling blood all over his body spurted out of every orifice.
At the side, Du Chongyun’s eyes almost burst out of his sockets, he couldn’t help but shout out.
Their fight was too fierce, and it ended too suddenly.
Everything was beyond Du Chongyun’s expectation. He never thought that Gong Xingqiu, facing a second-grade martial artist, would have virtually no power to resist.
Seeing the severely injured Gong Xingqiu on the verge of death, a sorrow rose from Du Chongyun’s heart, not merely because one shared the same plight.
He worried about his own fate, now Gong Xingqiu was dead. And if the young man make his move again, he would undoubtedly die.
However, he was entangled with the old eunuch and could do nothing.
The sky changed color, the autumn wind started to blow, and the leaves began to dance.
Ignoring Du Chongyun’s voice, Pei Xuanjing merely cast his gaze lightly over Gong Xingqiu.
From Gong Xingqiu’s arrogance when he made his first appearance to the severely wounded and dying state today, all of this happened in just a brief moment.
The dying Gong Xingqiu fiercely stared at Pei Xuanjing, opened his mouth as if trying to say something, but couldn’t say anything.
Pei Xuanjing seemed to understand what the other party meant, and he said faintly, “I am Pei Xuanjing.”
After hearing those words, Gong Xingqiu’s eyes widened as if to imprint his face upon his memory, his shaking hands struggled as if he wanted to grab hold of something.
Suddenly, Gong Xingqiu’s struggling hands paused, and fell powerlessly.
From this point, Mire Sect’s deputy sect leader, first-grade martial artist Gong Xingqiu, died at the hands of the second-grade martial artist, Pei Xuanjing.
Pei Xuanjing watched as the first-grade martial artist died under his own hands. After a while, he raised his head and shifted his gaze towards the Mire Sect’s elder, Du Chongyun.
Du Chongyun, as he was engaging in combat with the old eunuch, felt the gaze of Pei Xuanjing. He immediately felt a chill in his heart and his face changed color.
“Would you need assistance, Eunuch Gong?” Pei Xuanjing didn’t immediately join in, but asked instead.
The old eunuch had no qualms about ganging up on someone. Hearing Pei Xuanjing’s question, of course, he would not refuse: “Thank you, sir.”
“Old wretch, you have no shame!” Du Chongyun cursed.
He could barely handle one old eunuch, let alone adding such a merciless opponent. He was undoubtedly going to die.
Unfortunately, his cursing had no effect as Pei Xuanjing said to Qingyang Zi, “May I borrow your sword, Lord Headmaster?”
“It would be an honor!” Qingyang Zi said with a smile.
Witnessing a first-grade martial artist die under Pei Xuanjing’s hands, Qingyang Zi naturally wouldn’t continue to regard the youth in front of him as a junior, even if his age truly made him his junior.
Without any hesitation or holding back, Pei Xuanjing immediately used Flying Immortal Outside the Sky toward Du Chongyun.
Seeing this, Du Chongyun’s face turned into a deathly gray, as if he fell into an ice cellar!
Chapter 97: Chapter 96: Slaying a First-Grade Martial Artist
Translator: 549690339
Pei Xuanjing swung his sword, accompanied by wind and thunder. This embodied the warmth of spring, the violence of summer, the solemnity of autumn, and the chilling cold of winter.
“Kill!”
Gong Xingqiu’s face was icy, as the curved blade danced like a silver snake in his hand, its light crisscrossing amidst the unrestrained blood qi. His figure shifted as if a ghost, a single man wielding a blade that seemed like a thousand, the glow of his blade pervading all surroundings.
Clashes happened one after another.
“Today, I will surely kill you!” Gong Xingqiu’s cold face was filled with murderous intent.
He swung his curved blade once again, the already abundant blood qi within him boil over even more, giving his every swing strength surpassing those of the past by multiple times, seemingly infinite, and relentless.
“Nice!”
Pei Xuanjing roared in laughter. Such an opponent was indeed worthy of him putting forth his full power.
His move suddenly changed as if he was a drunkard – staggering footsteps, the long sword in his hand swinging towards the east and hitting towards the west, striking south and beating north. It seemed chaotic, yet was extraordinarily brilliant – he would appear suddenly and disappear quietly.
“Dharma Sword Skill!”
Seeing that Pei Xuanjing could make such a leisurely use of this Dharma Sword Skill, undoubtedly he had attained mastery.
Qingyang Zi was astonished in his heart, truly a peerless genius.
“Humph, is that all!”
Gong Xingqiu displayed utter fearlessness as he let out a long howl and lunged forward; his blade was like a roaming dragon, full of murderous intent.
He was also well aware of the subtleties of the Dharma Sword Skill, thus he very decisively abandoned his techniques and chose the most straightforward slashes, forcing Pei Xuanjing to defend.
“Heh, are you at your last gasp?” Pei Xuanjing scoffed.
He stepped forward, giving his sword’s hilt a little shake, immediately stirring up a wave of cold light, with flowers of sword light strewn all over.
He then leaped into the air, looking down from a high position.
At that moment, his sword’s technique changed once again. He turned around and slashed towards Gong Xingqiu.
The force of the downward strike was radiant and swift, filled with a chilling sword qi that could even freeze the marrow, the sharpness of the sword was terrifyingly unblockable!
Flying Immortal Outside the Sky!
Both man and sword appeared to have merged into one, the sword light was like a flying rainbow, directly aiming and striking, the sword light radiant and swift, applying all body strength onto it.
This move was not only the strongest sword technique, but also contained the ten elemental forces of extreme yang and extreme hardness.
“This sword technique is flawless and outstandingly brilliant,” Qingyang Zi’s face displayed even more astonishment due to Pei Xuanjing’s moves.
Seeing such a free-spirited change in swordsmanship, Qingyang Zi knew in his heart that this was the peak pinnacle in martial arts, and it could be considered an unrivaled sword technique in the world.
“This move!”
Gong Xingqiu’s facial expression dramatically changed, his pupils contracted as if he saw something unbelievable.
He only saw a slash of sword light flying diagonally, as swift as lightning, like a long rainbow across
une SKY.
Clang!
At that moment, Gong Xingqiu’s solid true qi and vigorous blood qi were all of no use, effortlessly shattered by that single slash.
The curved blade in Gong Xingqiu’s hand was cut into two by Pei Xuanjing’s long sword.
The sword didn’t stop its course and naturally downward, cutting through his clothing and leaving a deep bloodstain on his chest.
However, at this moment, the Flowing Flame Sword in Pei Xuanjing’s hand also let out a mournful cry, the blade filled with tiny cracks.
Clearly, at this time, the Thousand Refinement Divine Weapon could no longer withstand the great power poured into it by Pei Xuanjing. After it cut Gong Xingqiu’s curved blade, it finally gave way under the heavy burden.
Watching Gong Xingqiu’s figure retreating, Pei Xuanjing threw out the Flowing Flame Sword and sheathed his long sword.
He moved a few steps, coming in front of Gong Xingqiu in the blink of an eye.
Giant Spirit Surpasses Mountains!
Without any hesitation, he slapped Gong Xianqiu.
There was no time to dodge, no chance to hide, and even less opportunity to deflect the hit.
In the end, he could only watch helplessly as this palm strike hit his body directly, unable to resist it in the slightest.
This palm strike caused his muscles and bones to shatter, his true qi to scatter, and his blood qi to dim.
The immense power was instantaneously transmitted throughout his entire body. He was smashed downward, his entire body embedded into the ground. A cloud of dust was stirred up in a radius of several ten meters with him at the center.
Such a violent palm strike made Gong Xingqiu suffer extreme pain, unable to suppress his screams.
His shattered muscles and bones broke through the skin. The internal organs were shocked out of place, and the thick, boiling blood all over his body spurted out of every orifice.
At the side, Du Chongyun’s eyes almost burst out of his sockets, he couldn’t help but shout out.
Their fight was too fierce, and it ended too suddenly.
Everything was beyond Du Chongyun’s expectation. He never thought that Gong Xingqiu, facing a second-grade martial artist, would have virtually no power to resist.
Seeing the severely injured Gong Xingqiu on the verge of death, a sorrow rose from Du Chongyun’s heart, not merely because one shared the same plight.
He worried about his own fate, now Gong Xingqiu was dead. And if the young man make his move again, he would undoubtedly die.
However, he was entangled with the old eunuch and could do nothing.
The sky changed color, the autumn wind started to blow, and the leaves began to dance.
Ignoring Du Chongyun’s voice, Pei Xuanjing merely cast his gaze lightly over Gong Xingqiu.
From Gong Xingqiu’s arrogance when he made his first appearance to the severely wounded and dying state today, all of this happened in just a brief moment.
The dying Gong Xingqiu fiercely stared at Pei Xuanjing, opened his mouth as if trying to say something, but couldn’t say anything.
Pei Xuanjing seemed to understand what the other party meant, and he said faintly, “I am Pei Xuanjing.”
After hearing those words, Gong Xingqiu’s eyes widened as if to imprint his face upon his memory, his shaking hands struggled as if he wanted to grab hold of something.
Suddenly, Gong Xingqiu’s struggling hands paused, and fell powerlessly.
From this point, Mire Sect’s deputy sect leader, first-grade martial artist Gong Xingqiu, died at the hands of the second-grade martial artist, Pei Xuanjing.
Pei Xuanjing watched as the first-grade martial artist died under his own hands. After a while, he raised his head and shifted his gaze towards the Mire Sect’s elder, Du Chongyun.
Du Chongyun, as he was engaging in combat with the old eunuch, felt the gaze of Pei Xuanjing. He immediately felt a chill in his heart and his face changed color.
“Would you need assistance, Eunuch Gong?” Pei Xuanjing didn’t immediately join in, but asked instead.
The old eunuch had no qualms about ganging up on someone. Hearing Pei Xuanjing’s question, of course, he would not refuse: “Thank you, sir.”
“Old wretch, you have no shame!” Du Chongyun cursed.
He could barely handle one old eunuch, let alone adding such a merciless opponent. He was undoubtedly going to die.
Unfortunately, his cursing had no effect as Pei Xuanjing said to Qingyang Zi, “May I borrow your sword, Lord Headmaster?”
“It would be an honor!” Qingyang Zi said with a smile.
Witnessing a first-grade martial artist die under Pei Xuanjing’s hands, Qingyang Zi naturally wouldn’t continue to regard the youth in front of him as a junior, even if his age truly made him his junior.
Without any hesitation or holding back, Pei Xuanjing immediately used Flying Immortal Outside the Sky toward Du Chongyun.
Seeing this, Du Chongyun’s face turned into a deathly gray, as if he fell into an ice cellar!
