Chapter 71 I'm Sorry
Chapter 71 I’m…I’m Sorry… (Please Read)
In the Broken Dragon Canyon, shouts of killing rose to the sky.
In this extremely narrow passage, the enemy and our side were engaged in close combat, with white knives going in and red knives coming out. Just as we stabbed the enemy to death, we were hacked to death by others in the next moment.
This hand-to-hand combat was so brutal that broken limbs were everywhere, and painful wails and groans echoed throughout the canyon.
The Yuncang Sword Sect was not able to gain the upper hand. Even though Zhu Yuxian took action and killed more than 20 elders of the opponent in advance, the opponent still had the upper hand in terms of the number of masters.
Coupled with the betrayal of a large number of elders and disciples from the outer peaks, chaos broke out among the disciples of Yuncang, making the situation even more complicated.
Lu Chengfeng did not dare to charge towards the depths of the canyon, where the veteran masters used sword intent to drive the body-breaking true qi, killing people so hard that the earth shook and rocks flew everywhere. If ordinary disciples got close to the battlefield, they would be swept up in the aftermath of the battle and killed without a complete body.
He was also in big trouble at this time. After the panic of the sudden attack, the disciples of the three major sects quickly reacted and began to surround and kill him quickly.
Lu Chengfeng absorbed the gifts from the elder masters of the inner peak. Even though he has not yet mastered the sword intent, his attainments in swordsmanship and lightness skills can be said to be perfect. In terms of applying experience, he is beyond the reach of his peers.
He quickly leaned his back against the cliff, fighting and moving at the same time to avoid being completely trapped.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
We are outnumbered, with enemies everywhere before us and weapons hacking at us from all directions. If it weren't for the cliff behind us and the extremely narrow canyon, the situation would be even more dangerous.
"Kill him, he is a disciple of Yuncang pretending to be one."
"Don't let him out of sight."
"Go together."
boom! boom! boom!
Lu Chengfeng circulated his internal energy, holding the hidden-blade sword scabbard in his left hand, and parried the enemy's weapon with incredible precision.
The scabbard given by Elder Yun Mo was made of an extremely special material, even tougher than his Cicada Sword, and it emitted sparks when it collided with the enemy's weapon.
As the weapons of both sides collided, he quickly shook his left hand, so that at the moment of collision with the enemy, he would step back slightly and then intercept again. He did this several times in a row, and most of the enemy's strength was eliminated.
Just like the flapping of a cicada's wings, it is a very sophisticated method of releasing force in swordsmanship.
After all, the enemy was numerous and powerful, and he had to fight against the enemy's numerous weapons alone, and resist the enemy's attacks with one hand. If it weren't for this method, his entire arm would have been broken.
Even so, his left palm was already bloody and seriously injured, and there were three or four bloody wounds on his right shoulder and left arm.
Lu Chengfeng is the kind of person who becomes calmer the more dangerous the situation is. He has extremely sharp perception and spirituality when fighting, and can always use the most appropriate moves at the most appropriate time.
As his inner strength flowed, he used his left arm to block attacks, while the Cicada Sword in his right hand was as mysterious as a poisonous snake, penetrating through the gaps between the enemy's swords and knives.
Every time Han Chan thrusts out, it can penetrate deeply into the enemy's body. The sword energy buzzes, crushing the opponent's internal organs and killing the enemy on the spot.
puff!puff!puff!
Lu Chengfeng used the hidden-blade scabbard to block the three swords on the left. His figure swayed slightly, and he dodged a thrust from a spear and a slash from an iron whip on the right at the last second.
The long sword in his hand pierced the throats of the three enemies in an instant like a phantom, blood spurted out, and the bodies fell to the ground with a bang.
"Ah...kill him, I must kill him!"
The people surrounding Lu Chengfeng had their eyes wide open in anger. Just one man from the other side had brought huge casualties to them, with dozens of people dying under his sword.
The sneak attack and assassination at the beginning would have been fine, but now that everyone was surrounding him, he still killed more than twenty people in a row. This is unacceptable.
"If I were not without armor, I would kill them like butchering dogs." Lu Chengfeng felt a little aggrieved. Even though he had cultivated sword energy, humans are flesh and blood after all. They cannot withstand the attacks of swords and knives, and their strength also has its limits.
If he were to wear armor, he wouldn't need to expend most of his energy and physical strength to defend against the enemy's attacks. He could use his physical advantages and armor to push down the enemy like mowing the grass.
"If you can survive, you must prepare a set of armor. It may be very useful at a critical moment."
At this point, his entire body was soaked with the enemy's blood and his own sweat. His arms were soft and numb, and his face was slightly pale.
The wounds on his arms and shoulders caused him to lose a lot of blood. As the battle continued, he lost more and more blood, and his vision became slightly black. "Ah, die!"
How could Lu Chengfeng be willing to die at the hands of these people? He was confident that he had unparalleled talent and would definitely reach the pinnacle of martial arts in the future. If he died at the hands of these people today, he would die with his eyes open.
Thinking of this, he gathered his inner strength and the Cicada Sword in his hand emitted dozens of cold rays of light. Amid the clanging sounds of weapons clashing, he forced back the enemies who were surrounding him again.
He exerted force with his legs, jumped up suddenly, and landed on the cliff behind him. Then he used his left arm holding the scabbard to hit the boulders on the cliff, using the force to stabilize his body. He tapped the protrusions on the cliff with his toes and rushed upwards.
This agile movement was completely beyond the opponent's expectations. Before he could react, Lu Chengfeng had already returned the sword to the sheath with a clang, grabbed the rock with his right hand, and used his hands and feet to quickly crawl upwards.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
Some people saw the opportunity and directly threw out hidden weapons, such as willow leaf flying knives, caltrops, etc., which flew directly over.
But Lu Chengfeng was fast and agile. He suddenly turned his body to the right, then used his toes to push himself up a long way.
"Should we chase them or not?" Everyone was a little hesitant when they saw this. They were not familiar with the terrain of the Yuncang Sword Sect. Seeing the enemy retreating, they didn't know what to do for a moment.
"Don't chase him, kill the other bastard first." Someone shouted, and then suddenly rushed to the other side.
Zhou Tong was seen standing alone against the enemy, with Chen Yuan sweeping his heavy sword. Twenty to thirty corpses were lying around his body, and his clothes had completely turned bloody, so his original appearance could not be seen at all.
His hair was disheveled, his body was staggering, he held the sword in both hands, and was breathing heavily.
"kill!"
He roared madly and charged at the enemy again, sweeping his heavy sword across, smashing the three enemies in front of him so hard that they broke their muscles and flew backwards.
But at this moment, his legs suddenly went weak and he almost fell to the ground, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a bang.
"He, he has no strength left." The disciples from the three sects on the opposite side showed surprise on their faces when they saw this. They were also frightened by the man in front of them.
The opponent was extremely strong, holding a heavy sword, and only attacked without defending. He did not care about his own life at all. He was just like a mad tiger, brutal and crazy, which made people tremble with fear.
Seeing that Zhou Tong was exhausted, he knelt on one knee and leaned on the sword with both hands.
A disciple who had been hacked to death and fell to the ground, seriously injured but not dead yet, took a deep breath, raised the knife in his hand and stabbed it into his back.
With a "whoosh" sound, the long knife entered the body.
Zhou Tong's body was shaking violently. Tears welled up in his eyes and blurred his vision. "Ah... Kill!"
He roared, and summoned up his last bit of strength to slash diagonally with the heavy sword, causing the attacker's head to fly off. Scarlet blood splattered all over him, and even his hair was covered with sticky blood.
"Ah!"
Zhou Tong struggled to stand up from the ground, his legs trembling, almost unable to stand steadily. He held the shaky Shenyuan Ancient Sword in his arms and roared to the sky: "Come on, continue, kill!"
"Whoever offends Yuncang will be killed, and the fight will not stop until he dies!"
“I will not stop until I die…”
The disciples of the three major sects looked at him, his body covered in blood, exhausted but still fighting, as if crazy. For a moment, there was complete silence, filled with fear and awe, and their hearts were captivated by him.
With a puff, a flying knife pierced Zhou Tong's chest fiercely. He trembled, lowered his head slightly, watched the blood gushing out, and his burly body finally fell down.
Everything in front of my eyes was blurry, but the figure of the woman inevitably emerged.
"I'm sorry……"
(End of this chapter)