Chapter 219: Sword Dao is Pure Speed and Power

"Poison Zombie Child!"

Li Qingyun's face turned pale.

He was confident that his talent was in no way inferior to anyone else's.

However, the Blood Slaughter's Three Children were different!

Blood Transformation Child had a magic treasure blade embryo, Hundred Ghost Child had a magic treasure Hundred Soul Banner embryo, and Poison Zombie Child also had powerful means.

He didn't have these things!

How could he compare?

"Little Martial Uncle-Grandmaster's escape technique is definitely far superior to ordinary people, but he hasn't arrived yet. Big Brother, you should think it over..."

Wu Wu Ma Kong said in fear, urging him with increasing anxiety.

"Don't say such things again!"

"Otherwise, I will definitely not protect you."

Li Qingyun's expression, originally hesitant, suddenly turned stern, and he rose to kill toward the battlefield.

Wu Wu Ma Kong was startled and hurriedly followed.

In the sky,

A blue shadow emerged.

"Big Brother!"

"I can't hold back anymore!"

"So much blood, so much meat!"

The bloated young boy revealed a bloodthirsty look in his eyes, stimulated to redness by the spiritual-energy-rich flesh and blood on the battlefield.

He kicked off, leaping several dozen zhang like a meatball, smashing into the Seven Feathers Sect disciples in one step.

His small arms swung, and dozens of white bone threads flew in all directions, piercing through protective shields, stabbing into eyeballs, and hooking several Qi Condensation mid-stage cultivators into his embrace.

"Poison Zombie Child... spare my life!"

Several people screamed in terror.

Crack!

The Poison Zombie Child bit into a female disciple's throat, the sound crisp, and sucked fiercely, a look of satisfaction appearing on his face.

"The cultivation is a bit lacking, only Qi Condensation mid-stage."

He also had regrets.

"Don't you think so, Big Brother?"

"Roar, roar!"

The Green Poison Zombie roared excitedly, grabbing one with each hand, starting to gnaw on their flesh from the face; the screams stopped abruptly, and brains splattered.

"Hundred Corpse Poison Guards!"

The Poison Zombie Child shook his storage bag.

A hundred black-furred zombies clad in rune-inscribed iron armor appeared, circling him and lunging in all directions; ordinary spells like fireballs and earth spears shot at them were completely useless, clanging against them.

These zombies were extremely fast, walking like the wind, quickly catching up to the surrounding fleeing Seven Feathers Sect disciples, one bite each, crackling sounds, and the wailing and screaming shook the heavens.

There wasn't even a decent resistance.

"Have the turtles from Gold Spirit Mountain arrived yet?!"

The Poison Zombie Child was still not satisfied, his bloodthirsty pupils wide open, roaring in all directions.

He actually seemed to know everything!

"Sure enough..."

Eight or nine hundred meters away, Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

The Seven Feathers Sect's intelligence blockade was simply like a sieve.

It was completely untrustworthy and entirely different from the battles of the Immortal Sect, defending against both inside and outside; this was also the reason why he was so cautious.

"But, so what if you know?"

"You still have to die."

Between his eyebrows,

The pale blue magnetic sensing patterns flickered slightly.

A deep blue flying sword slowly emerged from within, and terrifying sword intent spread in all directions.

Everyone's soul couldn't help but stiffen.

They looked toward this direction.

At the same time, disturbed by the sword intent, a young man in green robes revealed his figure, his expression indifferent.

"Go!"

Boom!

Under electromagnetic acceleration, a huge air explosion appeared on the spot, and the deep blue flying sword was accelerated to a terrifying degree, disappearing from everyone's spiritual sense range.

"Not good!"

The bloodthirst and madness in the Poison Zombie Child's eyes disappeared, instantly turning into clarity; huge fear surged into his heart, boundless and limitless, drowning him.

"Hundred Zombie Corpse Refining Formation!"

He roared.

The hundred iron-armored zombies circling his body roared, each spitting out thick poisonous smoke, forming layer after layer of pitch-black protective shields around his body, capable of melting gold and dissolving bones.

It was enough to withstand multiple attacks from a Foundation Establishment cultivator without damage!

Swish!

The deep blue sword shadow flashed, and the thick poisonous mist was pierced through in an instant.

A top-grade defensive bone shield appeared in front of him, gloomy and cold, its defensive power enough to withstand a full-strength strike from a Foundation Establishment cultivator, having been tested many times within the sect.

Swish!

A large hole appeared on the bone shield, transparent from front to back, not even affecting the speed in the slightest.

"Big Brother, save me!"

The soul-trembling warning became reality; the Poison Zombie Child screamed in terror, regretting deeply in his heart.

He shouldn't have shown his head so quickly!

Roar!

The Green Poison Zombie roared, its figure hazy for a moment; just as the sword tip broke through the protective shield, which was more fragile than an eggshell, and was about to stab into the Poison Zombie Child's head, it swapped positions with him.

"Involving short-range spatial teleportation? You have some tricks."

Jiang Ding was slightly surprised.

Swish!

The Taiqing flying sword showed no sign of turning, piercing into the Green Poison Zombie's forehead, stabbing it open like a watermelon, puncturing the core where its corpse Qi and spiritual power were heavily gathered.

It flew out with a crisp sound, its speed unchanged.

Roar, roar!

Behind, the Green Poison Zombie, which had been fierce and had terrifyingly tenacious vitality, roared a few times and fell to the ground, its spiritual light completely dimmed.

Pfft!

"This is impossible!"

The moment the Green Poison Zombie died, the Poison Zombie Child vomited blood, his breath weak as a thread.

He roared in disbelief: "This is a Tier 2 natal zombie! Even a Foundation Establishment cultivator couldn't destroy it!!"

This person was indeed at Qi Condensation Level 8!

This was against the laws of heaven!

Yet he didn't know that, in the eyes of others, his Green Poison Zombie and Hundred Corpse Poison Guards were also completely unreasonable.

Swish!

No one answered his words; the Taiqing flying sword arrived in an instant, the pale blue sword light reflecting into his eyes.

"Blood Transformation Child! Hundred Ghost Child! How dare you..."

The Poison Zombie Child's eyes were about to split.

Screech!

Just at this moment, Jiang Ding saw groups of Hundred Ghosts with single horns on their foreheads appearing in the distance.

They opened their gloomy mouths and shrieked in unison, the sound waves merging together, turning into a transparent, dazzling ripple shooting toward his head.

Furthermore, a long blade with a sky-filling blood-colored aura appeared, the blade body carrying wisps of blood lines, each wisp having blood ghosts and grievances wailing, emitting shrill shrieks that disturbed the soul.

It had been gathering power for a long time, slashing toward the Taiqing flying sword.

"Fortunately..."

A look of relief appeared in the Poison Zombie Child's eyes; he hadn't been stubborn, but waited until everyone was gathered before launching the total offensive.

"Blood Transformation Divine Blade?"

Jiang Ding's reaction was indifferent, as if he had long known the opponent was here.

"Flashy."

"A blade only needs pure sharpness and speed; adding so many spells, are you going to fight while singing?"

Clang!

Between the collision of blade and sword, large sheets of spiritual light dissipated, the sharp sound almost piercing the eardrums of the surrounding Qi Condensation cultivators.

There was no such thing as a stalemate.

The Blood Transformation Divine Blade embryo suddenly dimmed, a deep crack appeared on the blade edge, and it collapsed and flew away at a speed faster than it came, nearly scrapped.

Swish!

The Taiqing flying sword ignored it; in an instant, with no further obstruction, it bypassed the Poison Zombie Child's neck, his head flew up, and a large fountain of blood sprayed.

"No, my grandfather is the Poison Zombie Old Ancestor, he won't let you go..."

The bloated head flying in the air had extremely tenacious vitality, actually still opening and closing.

Boom!

It immediately triggered the fine sword Qi remaining in the head, exploding in a flash of light, turning his head into pieces of bone slag the size of matchsticks.

There was no longer any sign of life.

Jiang Ding used the Magnetic Levitation Flying Escape Technique, his figure suddenly accelerating, dodging the sharp ripples emitted by the Hundred Ghost sound waves, making them unable to catch up, and looked toward the direction where the Blood Transformation blade embryo had collapsed.

"Ah!"

A scream came from the distance; a cold-looking young man in blood robes revealed his figure, vomiting blood, his aura dropping significantly, screaming in shock and anger.

"You actually dared to ruin my Blood Transformation Divine Blade! I will slice you into a thousand pieces, extract your soul and refine your spirit..."

"I'm different, I only want your head."

Swish!

The Taiqing flying sword's deep blue sword light flashed, shooting toward his head in the eyes of the blood-robed youth, whose soul was terrified.

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