Chapter 195: Shura One-Blade Slash! Luo Song Wakes Up!

In the ruins of the Tianqing Hall.

Pei Yunchuan breathed heavily, every breath seeming to be squeezed from the depths of his chest, carrying a faint bloody smell.

That green robe of his, which was spotless all day, had been cut into who knows how many holes, and under the rolled-up fabric, deep-to-the-bone wounds could be vaguely seen, with pale gold Primordial Qi remaining at the edges, slowly eroding and preventing the wounds from healing.

The Sancai Array woven by the three-colored True Qi around his body was still flowing, but the light was more than a notch dimmer than at the beginning of the battle, high and low, flickering, like three residual lamps struggling to support in the strong wind.

"Stay here for me!!!"

Seeing a black-robed person leave, his pupils shrank, his thin palms raised suddenly, three-colored True Qi surging and condensing in his palms, turning into a rainbow light like a long silk, wrapping towards that black-robed person.

He knew deeply what it meant to let a Primordial martial artist go to wreak havoc on other peaks; the Tianqing Sect currently had no one who could block an opponent of this level.

However, the three-colored rainbow light had just swept out less than several zhang, when a strand of pale gold Primordial Qi swept through the void silently, cutting precisely at the weakest middle section of the rainbow light.

The three-colored True Qi shattered inch by inch, turning into a sky full of fine light spots drifting away.

"It seems that besides you, the Sect Master, the peak masters under your command also have capable people."

Another black-robed person appeared in front of Pei Yunchuan like a ghost, the voice coming from under the hood cold without a trace of temperature, the extremely Yin and cold killing intent around his body wrapping around like invisible chains:

"However, in your current state, do you still have the strength to take care of them!"

Pei Yunchuan did not respond, just took a drop of Tianqing Spirit Marrow from his sleeve and sent it into his mouth at the fastest speed.

The spirit marrow melted upon entering the throat, and a pure vitality almost viscous spread through his limbs and bones; only then did the flickering three-colored True Qi around his body stabilize a bit.

Relying on the deep foundation of cultivating three True Qis, the forbidden techniques passed down by the Tianqing Sect, and the supplementation of the Tianqing Spirit Marrow, he was able to struggle to support until now under the siege of two Primordial martial artists.

But he knew in his heart that his body had almost reached its limit.

He truly had no strength to block the other Primordial martial artist.

The only thing he could do right now was to nail himself here and drag this Primordial martial artist to death.

"Trouble... just see if Qingyu and the others can drag it out..."

Pei Yunchuan's heart sank little by little.

Their only hope now was to hold on until the Upper Sect's support arrived.

He took a deep breath of air carrying a bloody smell, and eliminated all distracting thoughts from his mind.

At the moment, dragging it out for one moment is one moment.

Houtu Peak.

"What?!"

"Lu Xiao abandoned the peak and fled!!!"

"Is he crazy..."

When everyone learned from Jiang Ye and Liu Qingyu about the tragic state of Jin Chen Peak and the situation of Liu Fengzhu Lu Xiao running away, their expressions changed drastically.

If it weren't for Liu Qingyu having enough prestige among the peak masters, they would even think this was a fake news.

A peak master, abandoning all disciples in the peak and fleeing alone at the moment of the sect's life and death, such a thing had never happened since the Tianqing Sect was built.

"Truly knowing people and knowing faces but not knowing the heart..."

Zhou Yufeng let out a secret sigh with a complex face.

As the Sect Master's personal disciple, he had many opportunities to deal with Lu Xiao.

On weekdays, he only felt this person was cold and arrogant, hard to get along with.

He never thought that hidden under this layer of cold shell was such a face.

"Such conduct is worse than a beast!!!"

Zhao Jing's anger was even greater than everyone else's.

He was so angry that his whole body trembled, and bright red blood even seeped out from the thick gauze wrapped around his head.

That was the wound that cracked during the fierce battle just now, and now it was rushed by anger, and the blood flowed down again, unable to stop at all.

He and Lu Xiao were both known for their cold and hard style in the Tianqing Sect. People in the prefecture city even gave them a nickname called "Cold and Hard Twin Peaks".

But today he, Zhao Jing, was injured like this and still fighting to the death without retreating, while Lu Xiao was good, letting the disciples go to die, and he himself was the first to run away.

He, Zhao Jing, was truly ashamed to be mentioned in the same breath as such a person; whenever anyone mentioned the four words "Cold and Hard Twin Peaks" again, he felt ashamed.

"The most urgent task now is to go to Qingmu Peak first..."

Liu Qingyu pressed down the discussion of the crowd with a solemn face, and was about to open her mouth to deploy the next action.

The next instant.

Boom—!!!

A killing intent as extremely Yin and cold as an evil wind blowing from the depths of the Nine Nether Hell rushed towards them without warning, instantly enveloping the entire Houtu Peak peak.

"This is..."

Everyone's hearts trembled simultaneously, only feeling their bodies as if they had been immersed in a ten-thousand-year ice pool in an instant, their limbs and bones stiff as if they had been frozen into ice sculptures.

Even the True Qi that was originally surging in their dantian became dull and stagnant under the erosion of this killing intent, every mobilization like wading through a quagmire.

The killing intent of those Divine Qi Realm demons before was just a small witch compared to the killing intent in front of them.

If the previous killing intents were compared to a basin of cold water in winter, then this killing intent at this moment was the cold marrow condensed from the depths of ten-thousand-year black ice; it didn't need any moves, just the aura release was enough to make everyone present find it difficult even to breathe.

In the horrified eyes of the crowd, a figure wearing a black robe and holding a pitch-black long knife appeared on the edge of Houtu Peak peak like a ghost stripped from the night.

That person stood on a protruding mountain rock, the robe corners fluttering in the night wind, the hood pressed extremely low, unable to see the face.

"Primordial martial artist?!"

Jiang Ye and Liu Qingyu let out a shocked cold shout simultaneously.

Both of their perceptions were the sharpest among the crowd, and they captured the mysterious rhythm of inducing heaven and earth's primordial energy the moment the black-robed person appeared.

It was exactly the characteristic of a Primordial martial artist.

"Bad..."

Everyone's hearts trembled simultaneously.

Even though they had already made preparations to go to Juding Peak to support the Sect Master.

However, after truly facing the killing intent of a Primordial martial artist, there was still an instinctive look of fear on their faces.

"All the Divine Qi Realms are here, which saves me from having to find them one by one."

The black-robed person's cold eyes swept over the crowd.

This group of people had already been completely shocked by his killing intent, their movements slow, True Qi stagnant, which was the best time to harvest.

"Finish them off in one move."

He didn't delay any longer.

The pitch-black long knife in his hand lifted suddenly, the dark red blood light on the blade surging several feet under the moonlight, and a suffocating sense of oppression spread with it.

"Shura One-Blade Slash!"

A hoarse voice came from under the hood.

He raised his hand and slashed through the air.

Whew—!!!

A pale blue Primordial Qi erupted suddenly from the blade edge.

Mixed with thick-to-the-point-of-substance Yin cold killing intent, it turned into a cold blade light several zhang long, like a crescent moon falling from the nine heavens, wrapping around the sharpness and coldness that tore everything apart and slashed towards everyone's waist.

Wherever the blade light passed, the air was cut and made a sharp hiss, and the gravel on the ground was ground into powder by that sharp blade Qi before even touching the blade edge.

Looking at the posture of this slash, it was actually intending to cut everyone present in half with one slash.

"Finished... can't dodge..."

Several Embracing the Pill Realm elders were ashen-faced.

Under the suppression of that terrifying killing intent, their bodies were like being frozen in ten-thousand-zhang black ice, even breathing was difficult, let alone dodging this lightning-fast slash.

"Damn it! Fight him!"

Zhao Jing roared, the veins on his forehead bulging, not caring that the wound on his head was still seeping blood, stepping forward and blocking in front of all the Embracing the Pill Realm elders.

His Earth-type True Qi surged out as if he didn't want his life, condensing layer upon layer of earth-yellow barriers in front of him, stacking them up to nearly a zhang thick.

This was the extreme defense he could drive with his heavily injured body.

"Stupid."

A flash of pity and playfulness flashed in the black-robed person's eyes.

This 'Shura One-Blade Slash' was created by a certain powerhouse of the Qisha Sect who traveled to overseas island countries, absorbing the essence of island country swordsmanship, and then combining it with the unique killing intent secret method of the Qisha Sect.

Its sharpness and lethality were far beyond ordinary martial arts.

Just relying on Divine Qi Realm martial artists wanting to block it hard?

It was just a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

"Don't take it hard!!!"

At the critical moment, a sharp low shout came from Liu Qingyu's mouth, and dazzling starlight erupted suddenly around her body.

Everyone bathed in this starlight felt their bodies suddenly lighten.

That ubiquitous killing intent suppression actually appeared to loosen briefly under the scouring of the starlight, their limbs and bones regained some sensation, and they fled towards the sides desperately relying on this moment of breathing time.

The next instant.

The pale blue blade light swept past silently.

Rumbling—

The Houtu Peak peak master's hall was split in half by the blade light, the entire building like being cut straight from the roof to the foundation by an invisible giant blade, collapsing with a deafening roar, the splashed smoke and dust covering the sky and moon.

Two Embracing the Pill Realm elders were unable to dodge in time, being swept across the waist by that fatal blade light, not even having time to let out a scream before they were broken into two halves, blood and internal organs splashing all over the ground, shining with shocking dark red under the moonlight.

The rest of the crowd, although luckily avoiding the main body of the blade light, were still cut all over by the sharp aftermath of the blade Qi.

Their robes were cut into countless holes, their exposed skin full of fine blood marks, and several Embracing the Pill Realm elders with weaker cultivation were even vomited blood by the aftermath of the blade Qi, lying on the ground without the strength to stand up.

Zhao Jing, whose injuries had not yet healed, could no longer support it and fainted, falling into the pile of rubble without moving.

Zhou Yufeng lay on the ground, breathing heavily.

Every breath tugged at the blade Qi wound on his chest, hurting so much that the veins on his temples jumped, but his eyes still stared at that black-robed person, full of unwillingness.

Liu Qingyu was shrouded in a layer of hazy water-blue True Qi, like an inextinguishable star lamp in the sky full of smoke and dust.

She didn't suffer any external injuries, just her face was slightly pale, her full chest heaving more hurriedly than usual.

Clearly, that move just now was not a small consumption for her.

Jiang Ye lay half-lying in the pile of rubble behind, the gray robe on his body also cut into several holes by the blade Qi, revealing the seemingly thin but actually solid and stiff skin underneath.

His physical body was originally as hard as iron, plus the blessing of the Bear-form True Intent, the surface of his body was only scratched a little by the aftermath of that blade light.

He recovered as before in the blink of an eye.

He didn't suffer any injuries at all, lying here just to 'fit in'.

"The strength of a Primordial martial artist is indeed far beyond a Divine Qi Realm martial artist..."

Jiang Ye looked at the collapsed hall behind him, pondering in his heart.

If it were a head-on battle, there was almost no chance of winning...

Thus, the only one left standing on the scene was Liu Qingyu.

The moon-white long dress fluttered in the night wind, she stood alone in front of the ruins, behind her were the collapsed hall and the fellow disciples lying all over the ground, the slender figure appearing exceptionally isolated on this battlefield full of devastation.

"Oh?! Could this be the legendary Star Spirit Body..."

The black-robed person looked at Liu Qingyu with burning eyes, the hoarse voice rarely having a hint of movement:

"It seems you are the reason those guys were finished off... it seems it's all your credit..."

At the same time.

Tianyang Peak peak.

Boom—!!!

A red fire light rushed into the sky without warning.

Qin Lie was leaning against a mountain rock breathing heavily, the wound on his left shoulder just wrapped in gauze.

He stared wide-eyed at the fire light rushing into the sky at the peak, feeling the domineering aura familiar to the bone within it, his pupils shrinking:

"This aura... the old man is awake!!!" ===== CHAPTER 196 =====