The Birth of the Demonic Sword
At night, the few of them had just finished eating barbecue and drinking wine and were ready to sleep. Yang Xiong looked at Little Condor. His two pairs of eyes were communicating with the armed police. But suddenly, Brother Yang became alert and realized that something was threatening their lives. What was it? Yang Xiong was reminded of the people in the ancient TV series who were lying on the ground to listen to the sound. Moreover, the 21st century only made him know that the transmission speed of the earth was much faster than that of the air. Yang Xiong immediately lay on the ground and began to figure out how to use this movement. Soon, he felt the sound of hurried footsteps. It was very young. It was so light that it could be ignored, but it was not so light for Yang Xiong. Yang Xiong had determined the direction of the crowd and the number of people. There were twenty people in total. They were speeding towards the northwest corner of the station not far away from them.
Yang Xiong asked the Little Condor to go up high in the sky to scout for information. If there was a need, he would come down to help. As for Wang Feng and the other two, he didn't want to be distracted by these people if they protected themselves or escaped directly. However, if something happened to these three people, Yang Xiong would definitely help. Yang Xiong judged the situation. He knew that a big battle was inevitable today. A total of twenty people, all of them were not weak. Yang Xiong frowned. He quickly went over and woke up Wang Feng, Lan Huo, and Niu Hu. The three of them were shocked when they heard Yang Xiong's words. If there were any more assassins here, they would lose their lives.
The three of them looked very anxious, but there was no way to live like this. People had no choice in the martial world! After a while, Little Condor returned. He confirmed Yang Xiong's judgment, which was the same as the person who had intercepted them today. It was still a group of twenty people. Yang Xiong looked at the little condor and confirmed the news before saying to the three of them,"Find a place to hide! I'll get Little Condor to protect you.”
"Thank you, but I think we might still have the ability to fight.”Lan Huo said.
"A battle? You must be joking! We're already in this state and we still want to fight. I think we can only be slaughtered by others.”Wang Feng said disdainfully.
"Hehe, there's no need for the two of you to be like this. It's better to act according to my arrangements! Little Condor, I'll leave everything to you." Yang Xiong said.
The twenty people had already arrived at Yang Xiong's location. All twenty of them wore black robes, and their faces were covered by a brass mask. However, there were not many decorations on the brass mask. There were only three holes at the end of the mask. When Yang Xiong saw this, he stood there with his sword, motionless, waiting for the twenty people to attack. When the twenty people saw Yang Xiong, they all attacked him without hesitation. Suddenly, the colors of their battle energy began to resonate in the beautiful night sky. The moon seemed to be unable to stand such a bloody scene and hid in a cloud.
When Yang Xiong saw the 20 people attacking him together, the black Zhen Qi formed a faint black veil on the surface of his body, which matched his white clothes. Yang Xiong drew his sword, and the sword of sadness surrounded by the black Zhen Qi was so strange. The 20 people attacked together, but Yang Xiong blocked their attacks. However, this time, the difference between their attacks seemed to be a little bit, no, it was not just a little bit. It was like a world of difference from the previous attacks. Yang Xiong looked at these people and suddenly smiled. But what about the men in black? He saw the smile on Yang Xiong's face. Immediately, one of them raised his sword, and the other nineteen quickly stood in a certain rhythm. The twenty people no longer attacked at the same time, but attacked from four directions. Yang Xiong was in the middle, and every time four people came out, they attacked from four directions. This way, the attack could be said to be neither painful nor itchy.
When Yang Xiong saw such an attack method, he immediately thought of two words-array formation. It was an absolute formation. This kind of array should be a trapping array, but this kind of attack made Yang Xiong very puzzled. He had already begun to misjudge this array. This array was a killing array. Soon, Yang Xiong discovered that the connection between the outside and the inside of this array was cut off. The true qi in his body could no longer be replenished by the energy outside. It was a very simple principle. After the hunger energy in his body was used up, he would be no different from Wang Feng and the others. At that time, he would be at the mercy of others. Yang Xiong began to panic. If this continued, he would definitely die!
He had already died twice in front of Yang Xiong, but he didn't want to die a third time. Yang Xiong mustered up his courage. He had to use his most powerful attack or else he would have no chance of survival. Yang Xiong summoned three prehistoric dragons to surround the sword. It looked quite strange. Yang Xiong infused his true energy into the sword and gave up his own defense. The sword had already cut through Yang Xiong's shoulder. Yang Xiong was only a few centimeters away from his heart, but he still ignored the pain in his body and pointed his sword at the sky. Suddenly, a strong wind blew and dark clouds filled the sky. A black cloud had already covered the entire night sky. The originally clear night sky was now so dark that they couldn't even see their own fingers. The twenty people didn't panic as they watched Yang Xiong slowly disappear from their eyes. However, they could still feel Yang Xiong's existence and his specific location.
Yang Xiong was relying on his senses to attack. He no longer dodged because he believed that the layer of true qi around his body and his protective clothing could block all of this. As the sword fell, Yang Xiong shouted," Sad Sword!" The black clouds in the sky began to condense into a black storm that swept across the entire battlefield. Yang Xiong's body slowly became blurry, and his position among the twenty people also began to become blurry. The twenty people began to panic. Yang Xiong's disappearance and the black storm's wild actions were too much for them to handle. At the same time, a faint sadness appeared in their hearts, as if they had lost the woman they had loved for many years. It was also as if they had occupied the three great sorrows of life at the same time. The sadness in their hearts was originally faint, but now it had begun to spread. They did not move and only suppressed this faint sadness. The faint sadness changed, and a drop of tears that was difficult to see appeared in front of their eyes.
When the three people who were not far away saw this earth-shattering change, their vision began to blur. Lan Huo thought of the son he had lost back then and his wife. Their deaths had not appeared in front of him for many years, but today, they suddenly made him feel endless sorrow.
Niu Hu recalled that he had killed his good friend with a sword for a woman. Before his good friend died, he had told him that the woman knew a kind of martial arts. A martial art that could confuse people. Niu Hu was immediately jolted awake. However, he only saw his good friend die under his sword. This scene made him feel guilty for a long time. Even now, he still could not let go of this matter. The reappearance of this scene today made the sadness in his heart even stronger. The faint sadness made him very sad. He didn't know if he missed his good friend or that woman.
Wang Feng thought about his own life. Many schemes were like that, including his current disciple, Wang Wen. He was always a chess piece, but today, he realized that he was wrong, very wrong. Under this faint sadness, he felt all the mistakes and wrongs in his life. He was very regretful. Unknowingly, a drop of regretful tears had already flowed out of the corner of his eye.
Yang Xiong's sword fell, and the twenty people who were still shrouded in a faint sadness. They only saw a sword shadow slowly floating over. They wanted to dodge, but they found that their bodies were out of control. They could only watch helplessly as the sword slowly stabbed into their hearts. A strong wind blew, and when they reached the edge of the array formed by the twenty people, they could no longer advance. The moment the sword shadow pierced into the hearts of the twenty people, a black cloud pillar rolled up by a strong wind descended from the sky. The black cloud pillar with a diameter of two meters smashed into the area where the twenty people formed the formation. With the formation as the center, the grass and trees within a radius of one mile instantly flew everywhere. Only fragments of the trees were left, and the grass had long disappeared. The black cloud pillar had already dissipated. As the black cloud pillar dissipated, the surrounding dust immediately flew up and slowly replaced the originally dark sky.
A mile away, Wang Feng, Lan Huo, Niu Hu, and the little condor had already turned their heads in shock. They had witnessed the shock brought to them by the black cloud pillar with their own eyes. They still could not believe that it was man-made. Under the pressure that could change the color of the world, they could not help but worship it. Wang Feng and the other two didn't know that the battle at this level was so intense. They only knew that Yang Xiong was still inside. When the three of them thought of this, they looked at the little condor at the same time. The anxious eyes of the little condor confirmed that Yang Xiong was experiencing a life and death battle.
Lan Huo became even more anxious. He thought about how he was now a ninth-rank cultivator, and he couldn't even use a single bit of fighting spirit. He still had to rely on his savior's pet to protect him. He felt very uncomfortable, and his expression began to turn painful. He wanted to raise his sword and rush out several times, but not long after, he saw the tree fragments flying in the sky, and his heart sank to the bottom.
Not only did Lan Huo think so, Wang Feng and Niu Hu also thought so. At this moment, they ignored Little Condor, who was Yang Xiong's closest companion. The three of them understood the anxiety and helplessness in Little Condor's eyes. Little Condor could feel that Yang Xiong's life was not in danger yet, but Yang Xiong's current situation was very bad, so he was very anxious. However, he was forced by Yang Xiong's orders and could not go and help. In the short two years he had been with Yang Xiong, he deeply understood Yang Xiong's principles.
The dust that filled the sky gradually dispersed. The little condor was the first to enter the place where the battle had just taken place and went straight for Yang Xiong. Wang Feng, Lan Huo, and Niu Hu also rushed into the dusty battlefield. to be continued
The past two days had been very tiring for Feng Xue, and there were many things to do. The only trouble was that Feng Xue did not have any manuscripts to save, but she still had to prepare. These various problems made Feng Xue very uncomfortable, so she knelt down.
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