Chapter 98: Sword Slaying the Evil Ghost, Brother and Sister Reunited

The mountain wind howled like a ghost crying, and combined with the terrifying appearance of the Ten Thousand Ghost Mother, it was even more like hell than the Avici Hell.

"Kill you all?"

Jiang Linxian held a three-foot green blade.

"This stupid hag, she practiced an evil god technique until her brain turned stupid."

If you cut the grass without removing the roots, it's the same as killing in vain.

"If I snatched the Spirit Guide and killed one of this hag's lives, will the people of the Ghost Gui Ming Jiao think about coming to ambush and assassinate me?"

"Will they think about spending a fortune to hire a blade-man to kill me?"

"Poison, hidden weapons?"

"Or perhaps kidnap Jiang Yan to threaten me?"

"Too many..."

Then they have to die; what I want is to kill them all.

The next instant.

The long sword in Jiang Linxian's hand actually left his grasp, shattering inch by inch, splitting into seven.

Like a magic trick.

In an instant, seven small swords the length of a thumb circled his body, filled with murderous intent.

When the Ten Thousand Ghost Mother saw the seven small swords, her pupils contracted violently.

She couldn't believe it:

"You actually really practiced it?"

"Seven-Form Sword Qi!"

Jiang Linxian smiled faintly: "Congratulations, you guessed right."

"Huff, huff."

The trees before him retreated rapidly.

"Fuck, fuck!"

Gongyang Han's originally pale complexion became even paler.

Before, it was from excessive indulgence; now, it was from excessive blood loss.

He clutched his lower abdomen.

A bloody gash, pierced through from front to back; through the hole, one could even see shattered internal organs.

It's over.

Everything is over.

The Ten Thousand Ghost Mother is truly dead this time.

The evil god technique allowed her to regenerate flesh and bone, but only once; now, that chance had been completely wiped out by Jiang Linxian.

The Ghost Gui Ming Jiao had become stray dogs.

"Jiang Linxian!"

Gongyang Han's eyes were blood-red, filled with hatred, unwillingness, and fear.

Jiang Linxian had only used one sword.

No, it should be said, seven swords.

The Ten Thousand Ghost Mother had been shot into a sieve; not only that, those seven eerie swords had swept across the battlefield, killing who knows how many Ghost Gui Ming Jiao experts.

The terrifying wound on his lower abdomen had been pierced by a small sword.

He was fortunate, yet unfortunate.

Jiang Linxian's target wasn't him, but his senior brother, the Headless Slave; he was just collateral damage.

The small sword killed the Headless Slave, and it just happened to pierce him as it passed through his senior brother.

The Ghost Gui Ming Jiao was completely finished.

At least in Qinghe, that was the case.

Gongyang Han now only wanted to stay far away from this hellhole.

Suddenly!

Whoosh!

A short arrow without tail feathers shot out from the darkness nearby, impossible to guard against.

Puchi.

The small arrow accurately pierced Gongyang Han's thigh.

"Who is it?!"

Gongyang Han was furious, glancing at the arrow on his leg.

It's a crossbow!

In ancient times, the power of a crossbow was much greater than a bow, because the crossbow's firing speed was faster, so they often didn't need tail feathers.

But why did this short arrow look so familiar?

The next instant, a gust of wind struck.

"It's you!"

Gongyang Han's eyes were splitting, his teeth grinding together.

"You killed Su Xuan!"

Li Rui wouldn't answer; he brought his blade down on Gongyang Han's vital point, a faint sound of air being torn accompanying the strike.

"I, fuck..."

Gongyang Han raised his long spear with both hands to block.

His title was Green Snake Spear; naturally, he used a spear, and his spear shaft was made of special wood, soaked in demon beast blood for forty-nine days, unbreakable by blades and impervious to water and fire.

The moment the blade and spear touched.

Gongyang Han only felt his arm go numb, the spear shaft vibrating like a snake.

It almost flew out of his hand.

Just from that one strike, the webbing between his thumb and index finger split.

A lean camel is still bigger than a horse; although he was severely injured, his strength remained. He forced a breath and managed to hold off the long blade.

His eyes were blood-red, licking his lips:

"You killed Su Xuan, you took the item, it was you!"

He cursed his own stupidity inwardly.

All along, he had thought that Tang Sheng was the one who killed Su Xuan; Li Rui hadn't even been on his target list.

Now it seemed that this little old man had clearly broken through to the Eighth Rank long ago.

Hiding his strength, playing the pig to eat the tiger!

The immortal treasures of him and his senior brother, the Headless Slave, had already been returned to the Ten Thousand Ghost Mother; only Su Xuan's piece was missing, and it was nine-to-one likely on this little old man.

"Damn it."

The weapon vibrated, his internal organs ruptured even more severely, and Gongyang Han spat out a mouthful of blood.

In the dead of night, Li Rui exerted force under his feet, twisted his waist, and swung his blade again, making a show of hacking.

Gongyang Han swallowed the surging blood, gripped the spear with both hands, exerted force from his waist, and shook his arms; the silver spear was like a snake spitting its tongue—that was how he got the title Green Snake Spear.

The spear tip fluttered up and down, its trajectory impossible to predict, impossible to guard against.

Li Rui held the blade with one hand.

At a distance of only eight feet from Gongyang Han, his left hand pushed out without a trace at his waist.

Swish!

An invisible force struck Gongyang Han's waist; the abdomen that had already been pierced by Jiang Linxian's small sword was now cut through from top to bottom, creating a large gash.

"Blade Qi?"

Gongyang Han looked at Li Rui in disbelief.

"Fuck your wom..."

A sense of powerlessness struck, his body falling forward with the momentum of the spear, his face hitting the earth.

This way of dying is generally called "face-planting."

"Su Xuan, you can see her now; it can be considered a reunion of senior and junior siblings."

Li Rui squatted down.

His movements were fast.

In just a few breaths, he had touched every place on Gongyang Han's body that flashed with golden light.

The position in his right pocket that was hard for others to notice had been prepared specifically for Gongyang Han.

When he learned that they were to encircle and suppress the Ghost Gui Ming Jiao this time.

Li Rui had already formed a plan.

He didn't care about the others, but Gongyang Han had to die!

Therefore, during the chaotic battle, he had been searching for Gongyang Han's figure in secret. Gongyang Han's wanted poster had been looked at by him who knows how many times; it was already carved into his brain. He might not recognize him if he were turned to ash, but as long as Gongyang Han was present, he would definitely recognize him.

When Gongyang Han took advantage of the chaos to flee, he decisively pursued him.

After finishing all this, he used his blade to completely mash Gongyang Han's wound, making it impossible for anyone to tell it was killed by Blade Qi.

Someone might ask.

Why not use Blade Qi from the start?

Raising your hand to use a big move, only to be dodged—wouldn't that make you an idiot? Using the big move at the end is a conclusion reached by countless predecessors through lessons paid in blood.

An incense stick of time later.

Footsteps sounded in the distance.

"Old Li..."

Zhang Yang, who had rushed over, saw Li Rui and was just about to speak when he saw Gongyang Han's corpse at Li Rui's feet.

He had been leading men to pursue and kill Gongyang Han.

Li Rui explained: "Gongyang Han was too severely injured. By the time I caught up to him, he didn't have much strength left. This evildoer has already been slain by me."

Zhang Yang looked at the wound on Gongyang Han's stomach, where the intestines had been mashed to a pulp.

He could be certain it definitely wasn't caused by the small sword.

If it had been injured like this at the time, Gongyang Han wouldn't have been able to run at all and would have died on the spot.

Li Rui added:

"I was worried he wouldn't die, so I slashed him a few more times."

Zhang Yang's mouth twitched.

That sounded quite reasonable.

He made up his mind.

That in the future, even if he were to die, he must not die at Li Rui's hands.

(End of chapter)