"Junior brother!"
The Sword Immortal Wen Liang drew his sword.
But it was too late. The next moment, the great demon Lu Hai pierced Gu Zixi's chest with his fingers like blades, laughing wildly, "What scholars from the Confucian Academy? Scholars should focus on their studies. What do these worldly disputes have to do with you?"
Gu Zixi whimpered silently, blood gushing from his mouth, his eyes bloodshot. The farewell from his senior brothers, the teachings of his master, flashed through his mind. But he never regretted coming to Snow Domain Heavenly Pond. If he had to die, he, Gu Zixi, would die. A person who could never break through the Twelfth Realm in this life, if he couldn't win, he would die. It was nothing more than that, just a pity he couldn't see his master again, couldn't say sorry to his master, couldn't have another drink with his senior brothers, and he really wanted to see her again. It wasn't her who ruined his cultivation in this life, but he who missed her. It wasn't her fault.
In this battle, Gu Zixi could die with no regrets.
Before dying, Gu Zixi turned a mouthful of blood into a secret technique and slammed it heavily onto the great demon's forehead, cracking its skull and burning its entire head black. This further enraged the great demon.
"I'll make sure you die without a whole corpse!"
The great demon Lu Hai punched out, and Gu Zixi's head instantly turned into a mist of blood.
...
Gu Zixi lost, lost due to inferior strength.
The great demon Lu Hai grabbed a leg of Gu Zixi's corpse and threw it violently towards Wen Liang, sneering, "Here's your junior brother back. He's a little… incomplete."
"Scoundrel!"
Wen Liang, filled with sword intent, almost bit his teeth to pieces.
Chen Wanli stood up and looked at the great demon Lu Hai, saying, "Since you've won, why aren't you leaving?!"
Lu Hai laughed heartily and disappeared into the northern sky as a phantom.
Killing, and then attacking the heart.
Clearly, Wen Liang's mind was in disarray.
...
"Commander Chu."
Lin Zhao frowned and said, "The great demon Lu Hai's actions were clearly intended to enrage Wen Liang. Wen Liang absolutely cannot fight in the next match. He should be allowed to calm down first."
Chu Huai Xi said, "The power to arrange the formation is not mine, and I can do nothing about it."
Lin Zhao gritted his teeth. Indeed, the influence of the Heavenly Pond Army was too small. Although they were the masters of Snow Domain Heavenly Pond, once the armies of the Five Great Halls arrived, the Heavenly Pond Army had become the weakest.
In the distance, the muffled voice sounded again: "Second match, the Demon Race wins! Third match, come again!"
...
In the sky, thunder rumbled and exploded. A ray of sword light flashed from the north. A great demon stood on the sword light, a long sword on its back, and clasped its fists, smiling, "Demon Race, Feng Hu, Twelfth Realm, please guide me!"
Among the human crowd, the one-armed Sword Immortal Wen Liang ascended on a wisp of sword light, his brow tightly furrowed, "Human Race, Wen Liang, Twelfth Realm!"
It was a duel between two Twelfth Realm Sword Immortals!
Sword cultivators, compared to ordinary spiritual cultivators, held a significant advantage. Firstly, sword cultivators possessed immense destructive power. Secondly, with the aid of flying swords, they could often launch surprise attacks on enemies. Wen Liang and his opponent were both Twelfth Realm Sword Cultivators, so neither held an advantage. However, the opponent was a demon with a powerful physique, so Wen Liang was at a disadvantage from the start of the battle.
"Please guide me, Human Sword Immortal!"
Feng Hu's eyes were filled with mockery. "Don't die too quickly, or it won't be fun."
As he spoke, Feng Hu directly drew his sword and unleashed dozens of sword lights towards Wen Liang!
Wen Liang also drew his sword with lightning speed, wielding it with his left hand, his body ascending in a straight line. He then brought his sword down, shouting, "One Sword Kyushu Cold!"
An icy sword intent descended from the sky, and the air filled with splashing ice flowers!
The sound of sword light clashing was incessant. With just one sword, Wen Liang forcefully dispersed Feng Hu's dozens of sword Qi. Not only that, but an icy sword light broke through the wind and heavily struck Feng Hu's protective sword aura. At this moment, Feng Hu immediately lost his smile. In terms of sword intent and swordsmanship, he had already lost. This Wen Liang, despite his unassuming appearance, possessed profound sword intent and sharp sword Qi. This move, "One Sword Kyushu Cold," subtly hinted at the ability to provoke celestial phenomena!
A sword cultivator who could provoke the phenomena of heaven and earth with sword intent was rumored to be a sign of the Thirteenth Realm!
"You cannot be spared!"
Feng Hu's gaze instantly became extremely sharp. He unleashed his sword repeatedly, and waves of sword light crushed down from the sky. He even closed the distance, bringing down a sword from above towards Wen Liang.
Wen Liang, still filled with rage, struck out with fierce swordsmanship. The profound artistic conception of "One Sword Kyushu Cold" enveloped him. He moved like a deep blue dragon swimming through glaciers, with wisps of sword intent condensing into sharp sword Qi. After just a few dozen exchanges, he had already left several sword marks on Feng Hu. However, the demon's physique was too formidable, and a demon cultivated to the Twelfth Realm was even more monstrous. The more severe his injuries, the fiercer he became. Wielding a sword and summoning three natal flying swords, he relentlessly pursued Wen Liang.
In the air, Wen Liang's figure suddenly plummeted. He summoned a flying sword to block two of Feng Hu's flying swords. Then, his second flying sword appeared, transforming into a sharp beam of light that pierced Feng Hu's left arm.
"Seeking death!"
Feng Hu, wounded but not dead, roared and his third flying sword also grazed Wen Liang's shoulder, inflicting Wen Liang's first wound in this battle.
"I, Wen Liang..."
Wen Liang roared, "I can fight against the Thirteenth Realm, why should I fear a Twelfth Realm demon?"
The sharp sword descended, and Feng Hu felt his body about to be split in half. The brilliance of that sword made his heart tremble. However, at this very moment, Feng Hu let out a low roar, his bloodline returning to its ancestor. Golden runes appeared on his bones, forcefully sealing his body from being split open. Simultaneously, his sword pierced Wen Liang's chest.
...
"Ch!"
Blood splattered. Wen Liang's body swayed in the wind, but he still managed to stand firm, his eyes bloodshot. He murmured, "Gu Zixi has died. How can I, Wen Liang, return to see Master? So be it. You, Feng Hu, are a genius demon Sword Cultivator, right? For me, a mere swordsman of the martial world, to take you down is worth it!"
With that, Wen Liang struck out again.
Feng Hu's injuries grew, but he had a plan. Before leaving, the voice of a certain person was like a brand imprinted in his heart, making him dare not disobey. In this battle, he, Feng Hu, could die, but the Demon Race had to secure this victory.
Therefore, Feng Hu only used his ancestral bloodline to seal his physical body and continued to unleash his sword strikes without restraint. As waves of sword light fell upon Wen Liang, his own body was torn to shreds by the opponent's sword Qi, like tattered cotton.
Finally, the chaotic sword light in the air abruptly stopped.
The two Twelfth Realm Sword Immortals separated. Wen Liang walked step by step towards Heavenly Pond Mountain, his body covered in sword marks. As he landed on Snow Domain Heavenly Pond, his long sword could not help but let out a mournful cry. The human Twelfth Realm Sword Cultivator coughed up a large mouthful of blood and slumped to his knees. The moment he fell, his life force had already extinguished.
"Third match, the Demon Race wins!"
In the distance, the muffled voice sounded again.
And the great demon Feng Hu, with his back to Wen Liang, walked tens of steps before his expression became complex. The moment he took another step, he could no longer suppress the chaotic sword Qi within his body. His body split in half with a "ch," his internal organs and blood spilling out. He died on the spot. In fact, if not for the powerful physique of the demon's ancestral bloodline, Feng Hu might have died before Wen Liang, and perhaps Wen Liang wouldn't have had to die at all, because in terms of swordsmanship, Wen Liang was indeed superior!
In the air, Wen Liang's shouting as he unleashed that final sword strike seemed to still echo—
"I, Wen Liang, can fight against the Thirteenth Realm, why should I fear a Twelfth Realm demon?"
...
Hundreds of miles away, a group of great demons observed the battlefield through their divine abilities.
An old ape with two swords on its back had a complex expression.
Bai Lan, a Thirteenth Realm Sword Cultivator, recognized this Wen Liang. Indeed, he had never taken the human Twelfth Realm Sword Cultivator Bai Lan seriously. But this Wen Liang was an exception. He had indeed cut off Wen Liang's right arm with one sword, but Wen Liang had also landed a sword on his head. If not for the robust physique of a Thirteenth Realm demon, Bai Lan might have capsized in a ditch.
Moreover, after losing his right arm, this Wen Liang began practicing with his left hand. With his terrifying talent in swordsmanship, he had honed his left-handed swordsmanship to such a peak. If Wen Liang still had his right arm and could use both hands for swordsmanship, could the great demon Feng Hu have lasted until Wen Liang's death? It was unlikely. Within thirty rounds, the great demon Feng Hu would probably have been chopped to death by this human Sword Immortal.
"Feng Hu won!"
The great demon Yu Zhi smiled slightly.
"Won?"
Bai Lan frowned and said, "No matter how I look at it, Feng Hu didn't win. Even if he did win, it was a particularly inglorious victory. That Wen Liang... what a pity..."
The great demons chuckled and nodded. Who dared to refute the words of Bai Lan, a Thirteenth Realm Sword Cultivator? They'd be asking for a beating.
...
"Third match!"
Above Snow Domain Heavenly Pond, Qin Sui Han's towering Dharma form spoke with a deep voice, "Demon Race, send your contender!"
"I'm here!"
In the air, a figure streaked through. It was still a Twelfth Realm demon Sword Cultivator, who had transformed into the appearance of a human youth. He had a greasy, powdered face. Although he was considered handsome, he exuded a sense of disgust. Standing in the air, he said with a smile, "My opponent... could it be a human fairy maiden?"
Among the crowd, Lin Qing'er, the sect master of Changming Mountain, ascended on a wisp of sword light.
"Human Race, Lin Qing'er, Twelfth Realm!"
"Demon Race, Wen Chang, Ten—"
Before he could finish, Lin Qing'er's sword had already swung.
"Hey, hey, hey..."
The great demon named Wen Chang hurriedly shouted, "Fairy maiden, don't be so eager to make a move. Let's chat properly, perhaps we can even arrange a marriage. You're unmarried, and I'm unmarried. Look..."
Lin Qing'er's sword light flashed past, and the great demon Wen Chang no longer dared to speak. What sharp sword Qi! This Twelfth Realm Sword Immortal was probably stronger than that Wen Liang just now!
"My fate is sealed..."
He frowned, a sense of foreboding washing over him. This female Sword Immortal was not only beautiful but also carried an extremely intense killing aura!
Lin Qing'er struck without mercy. Her heart was as clear as a mirror. She could not lose, and she could not afford to lose. If she lost, the human world would be finished, and Little Jiu'er would have no master. Thinking of Little Jiu'er being without a master like herself, alone and helpless, her heart ached. Therefore, she had to win!
Fortunately, the strength of this great demon... was just so-so!