frightfiction Chapter 68 Swords flash across the battlefield; in times of hardship, indomitable heroes fight power
Chapter 68 Swords flash across the battlefield; in times of hardship, indomitable heroes fight power
Seeing the Black Wind Stronghold's tenacity, the Flying Cloud Sect disciples felt a surge of anger. They exchanged furious glances, seemingly enraged by their stubborn opponents. Then, they became even more frenzied, quickly forming a battle formation. Their spiritual energy resonated with each other, like a surging torrent, making their attacks even more ferocious. One Flying Cloud Sect disciple's eyes flashed with ruthlessness, as if he wanted to kill the Black Wind Stronghold members. He moved his hands rapidly, condensing spiritual energy into a blazing flame in his palms. The flame streaked across the sky like a meteor, carrying intense heat, seemingly intent on incinerating everything. Black Tiger and the others were terrified and hurriedly tried to dodge. However, several henchmen were unable to avoid the flames and were burned, collapsing to the ground in agony with piercing screams. The screams echoed in the air, sending chills down everyone's spines.
Black Tiger's eyes widened in fury, his thick beard trembling, and his large, bell-like eyes burned with raging fury. He was a generous and magnanimous man, loyal and righteous, seemingly rough on the surface but with a sensitive heart, and especially protective of his brothers. Now, looking at his wounded comrades, his heart was filled with anger and resentment. He roared, "Brothers, fight them!" His voice boomed like thunder across the battlefield, full of determination and courage. With that, he swung his spiked club again and charged towards the Flying Cloud Sect disciples. The club drew a sharp arc through the air, creating a gust of wind. The spikes on the club gleamed coldly in the sunlight, as if proclaiming Black Tiger's bravery and fearlessness. Each swing of the club seemed to carry Black Tiger's boundless anger and his protective love for his brothers.
The three Black Wind Stronghold experts at the peak of Qi Refining were not to be outdone. They knew that this was a matter of life and death, and they had to unleash their strongest abilities. Their eyes were resolute, their teeth clenched, and they each unleashed their most powerful moves, engaging in a desperate battle with the Flying Cloud Sect disciples. Their figures darted across the battlefield, their spiritual energy overflowing, as if they were fighting for survival.
The arrival of Black Tiger and the others gave Han Yi, who was initially facing certain death, a brief respite. A trickle of blood slowly seeped from the corner of Han Yi's mouth, and a look of pain crossed his face. He thought to himself, "I can't just fall like this; I must recover from my injuries as quickly as possible." He endured the excruciating pain and circulated his healing techniques and life laws to heal himself.
At the same time, he summoned Bai Ling and the Earthshaker Beasts to protect him. At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind: to quickly recover from his injuries, defeat the powerful enemy, and then escape this dangerous place with Black Tiger and the others.
But Zhao Lingfeng wouldn't give Han Yi time to recover from his injuries. Previously, Black Tiger had been holding him back, preventing him from making a move. Now, Black Tiger was busy dealing with the four Qi Refining Grand Perfection experts and couldn't hold him back anymore. This gave Zhao Lingfeng the opportunity to attack Han Yi.
A smug glint flashed in Zhao Lingfeng's eyes as he thought to himself, "Today is your death day, young man."
Zhao Lingfeng flashed, instantly appearing less than ten feet away from Han Yi, his speed so fast it was almost imperceptible. Bai Ling and Han Di, seeing this, rushed forward, attempting to block Zhao Lingfeng's path. Their eyes were filled with vigilance, their fur stood on end, ready to fight Zhao Lingfeng to the death. However, Zhao Lingfeng casually struck, severely injuring both beasts and sending them flying a considerable distance. The two beasts, now at the peak of Qi Refining, were unable to withstand a single move from Zhao Lingfeng even when working together. Han Yi, witnessing this, his face darkened, a surge of intense anger rising within him. With his spiritual energy frantically circulating, his injuries had already healed. Just as he was about to attack, Zhao Lingfeng was already before him.
Zhao Lingfeng's face was cold and stern, his eyes deep and icy, as if concealing endless secrets. He slightly raised his chin, his arrogance and conceit on full display. The exquisite folding fan in his hand was not just a weapon, but also a symbol of status. He looked at Han Yi in front of him and sneered, "Young man, do you think you can last a few moves against me? In my eyes, you are nothing but an ant."
His eyes were filled with smugness and cruelty. With a light tap of his folding fan, a sharp sword aura of spiritual energy shot straight towards Han Yi's chest. Han Yi's heart tightened, and he hurriedly held his Aoxue Sword horizontally in front of his chest to block, but he was still sent flying far away, and his arm was crippled. The strength of a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator was indeed beyond his ability to contend with.
"What? Do you think I'm waiting for you to kill my father?" Han Yi's eyes flashed with ferocity, his teeth clenched as if he wanted to crush them. A fierce, indomitable flame burned within Han Yi's heart, a flame so intense it seemed it would never be extinguished. Though no match for Zhao Lingfeng, he was willing to fight to the death.
He switched hands and retaliated with his sword, instantly unleashing "Sword Qi Unleashed." The Snow-Proud Sword shone brightly, and hundreds of sword energies converged from all directions, crisscrossing and weaving into a massive net of sword energy that enveloped Zhao Lingfeng. Each sword energy carried unparalleled killing power, intertwining and rushing towards Zhao Lingfeng.
Zhao Lingfeng narrowed his eyes slightly, neither dodging nor avoiding the overwhelming net of sword energy. He swiftly channeled his spiritual energy, creating a sturdy protective aura around his body. Hundreds of sharp sword energies rained down, striking Zhao Lingfeng's protective aura with deafening sounds. However, Zhao Lingfeng stood firmly, his cruel smile still etched on his face, as if Han Yi's attack was utterly insignificant to him. He said contemptuously, "Young man, is this all you've got? You've disappointed me greatly."
Seeing this, Han Yi steeled his resolve and unleashed "One Sword to Shatter a Thousand Pounds" once more. The sword in his hand shone brightly, as if it had gathered the power of a thousand pounds. Spiritual energy gathered and compressed on the blade, forming a dazzling sharpness. Han Yi roared and swung his sword towards Zhao Lingfeng, the sharpness seeming capable of tearing the heavens and earth apart.
Zhao Lingfeng finally showed a slight tremor. He raised his folding fan and swung it forcefully, attempting to block the powerful blow. The moment the sword collided with the fan, a deafening roar resounded. The powerful impact seemed to distort the surrounding air. Han Yi was once again sent flying, rolling on the ground more than a dozen times before spitting out a mouthful of blood. But he stubbornly tried to get up, thinking to himself, "I, Han Yi, still have so much to do; how can I fall here?"
Seeing Han Yi's stubborn appearance, Zhao Lingfeng became even angrier. He took a few steps forward, kicked Han Yi who was about to get up, and then stepped on Han Yi's face, stomping him hard under his foot.
Zhao Lingfeng said fiercely, "With your peak Qi Refining strength, you actually managed to last several moves against me. I have to admit you're quite outstanding. If you were given enough time to grow, you might not be my match in the future, but you don't have that chance anymore."
After saying that, Zhao Lingfeng was about to stomp down on Han Yi's head, intending to kill him instantly. Han Yi, however, remained silent, gritting his teeth, his eyes still flashing with an indomitable light. The surrounding air seemed to freeze, the tense atmosphere suffocating.