Chapter 52: Counterattack

The purple-robed person raised his hand, and scorching Mystic Qi condensed again. It was clear that a "Bing Fire" was about to be added to this "corpse" once more.

The "corpse" truly couldn't keep playing dead. He raised his hand a beat late, but sword Qi like snowflakes and frost silk erupted a step earlier than the "Bing Fire."

The sword Qi was pulled into fine, tough silk. When it came rushing toward them, it was like being rippled by the wind; it looked soft and smooth, but no one would doubt the sharpness within.

The other purple-robed person stepped forward to block this move for him.

Just at this moment, the sound of wind behind them tightened. Turning their heads, they saw the youth's blood vessels glowing with ghostly blue fluorescence. He leaped over and threw a punch straight at the purple-robed person's back.

But even a full-force punch rivaling the Eighth Life realm was like a toddler before a top-tier master. The purple-robed person split off one hand and caught the fist that could have cracked a tiger's skull with a single grasp.

The next moment, the purple-robed person could have made him explode into a pile of meat, but after all, he was the host of the Divine Seed. The purple-robed person gave a light tug, and Mystic Qi surged in to lock his meridians and joints.

At this moment, the pouring sword Qi finally arrived. The youth's interference had not played any role, and Zhu Gaoyang's strike under heavy injury also appeared quite soft. The purple-robed person caught this strike without much effort.

The other "Bing Fire" was unleashed, and high temperatures exploded again. The white-clad figure had already leaped high into the air a step earlier, raising his hand; the next strike seemed even more ferocious.

But suddenly, an indescribable, sharp danger came from his lower back. The two purple-robed people felt their hearts and lungs tighten, and they turned their heads simultaneously, only to see the locked youth pull a cold, flashing sword from his abdomen.

What a fast sword!

What a beautiful sword!

What a strong sword!

Zhu Gaoyang's sword!

The two purple-robed people suddenly realized: even if Zhu Gaoyang was heavily injured, his sword would not be as soft as just now!

The true first pride of Long Jun Dongting, those predecessors of the sect who left their names in history, had accumulated countless profound sword arts over thousands of years, only to irrigate this one sword genius in the past twenty years.

Even if he were truly on the verge of death, lying on the ground waiting to be slaughtered, whoever was sent to cut off this head would have to go through a round of pushing the responsibility onto others.

Not to mention that he could still hold a sword at this moment.

The "Quenching Dragon Classic," ranked seventh in the Mystic Classic Department, recorded the 【Shooting Dipper Dragon Light】, the fastest and most lethal sword in the world, always known for having kills but no injuries.

The purple-robed person paid the price for their negligence.

A cylindrical sword Qi rainbow pierced through the body of the purple-robed person on the left. His chest and abdomen completely vanished, leaving a huge empty hole.

Pei Ye almost shouted in surprise.

But the next moment, his smile froze. He saw the purple-robed person actually dragging this broken body, without any hesitation, backhanding his hand onto Zhu Gaoyang's shoulder. Zhu Gaoyang's entire left arm instantly sprayed blood.

The other purple-robed person drew his blade at the same time. At such close range, there was no need for blade Qi; the force condensed within was even more lethal.

Zhu Gaoyang's face was as white as paper. He ignored the injury to his left arm and turned his head to stare coldly at the person who had drawn the blade. The purple-robed person immediately withdrew three parts of his blade momentum to defend.

But it was of no avail. Even with a heavy injury and a single arm, the sword was still like a jade dragon. With three "ding, ding, ding" sounds, the purple-robed person's blade was actually flicked away, and the sword tip headed straight for his throat.

Although their realms were not much different, in terms of attainments in blade and sword, the two were like clouds and mud.

The purple-robed person flew backward, his figure as agile as a dragon, but the sword shadow was like a maggot on a tarsal bone.

Just as it was about to slit his throat, the purple-robed person felt cold sweat break out, but he saw Zhu Gaoyang's figure fold and turn back.

At the same time, the youth's shout rang out in the forest.

He was stunned for a moment, then immediately flew forward in pursuit.

In front of Pei Ye, the purple-robed person who had been pierced through the chest and abdomen was like something molded from pottery. There were no organs or anything of the sort inside his body. At this moment, that round hole was slowly healing.

The moment he realized that for the time being, only he and this purple-robed person were left, Pei Ye immediately retreated with all his might and shouted for Zhu Gaoyang.

Sure enough, the purple-robed person leaped over.

Fortunately, Zhu Gaoyang also flew to his back almost simultaneously, wielding his sword and condensing Qi. Under the confrontation of the two, the purple-robed person floated back several zhang almost instinctively.

It was evident that although he had survived, that sword just now had left him with a huge shadow; he was absolutely unwilling, and unable, to endure such a sword again.

But Zhu Gaoyang put down his sword, pinched a seal with one hand, and then placed his hand on Pei Ye's shoulder. Grand Mystic Qi gathered like clouds.

Seeing this familiar scene, the two purple-robed people immediately rushed up with all their might, but the Mystic Qi dissipated a step earlier, and there was no one left inside.

Another fall. This time it was broad daylight, and Pei Ye was already prepared.

First, he gripped the powerless hand on his shoulder, then used the tree branches to slow his fall, and finally landed steadily on the ground.

Pei Ye unloaded Zhu Gaoyang from his back, only to see that his entire left side was stained with blood. That strike had definitely done more than just cripple his left arm.

Without needing to ask or check, Pei Ye could already see that he had completely entered a state of exhaustion.

First was the 【Shooting Dipper Dragon Light】 that pierced like a rainbow, then using a body already too weak to bear the opponent's counter-strike, then burning his true Qi to chase the enemy for dozens of zhang, and finally using 【Spirit Illumination Illuminating the World, Floating Dust Without Restraint】, which was quite taxing on the body.

Although this designed ambush had fallen short of success, Zhu Gaoyang had indeed completely squeezed out his last bit of oil.

Pei Ye fed him another pill, but this time it had almost no effect. Zhu Gaoyang squinted his dim eyes, and the blood could no longer be effectively staunched by his true Qi.

Pei Ye tore off some clothing to quickly bandage him, hoisted him onto his back again, and sprinted west with all his might.

"How is it? Is it relying on me?" Zhu Gaoyang murmured with his head hanging on his shoulder.

"Fine, very good. Rely on you again next time we're chased."

"Next time... won't work..." Zhu Gaoyang murmured with a light laugh, slowly closing his eyelids.

"Hey! Don't sleep!" Pei Ye tried hard to inject the liquid called "Dragon Blood" into the body behind him, yet for the first time, this substance showed a feeling of strain when facing the injuries.

"Mm..." Zhu Gaoyang forced his eyes open, "Run west, don't stop at all. If you feel that something in your stomach is not right, you should commit suicide if you have to, to save yourself from harming others."

"I'll commit suicide my ass." Pei Ye glanced at the swaying head on his shoulder, "Don't sleep!"

"Mm."

"You haven't finished telling me about 'Heroic Bones and Remnants'. Didn't Xi Wuqiu rush in and kill gods if gods blocked him, and kill Buddhas if Buddhas blocked him? Hold on, once the 'Dragon Blood' fixes you up, you'll also be killing gods and Buddhas." Pei Ye said, "What Candle World Sect, what Qiongqi—if it weren't for you being caught off guard in the first encounter, who could be a match for one of your swords, Zhu Gaoyang?"

"That is indeed the truth." Zhu Gaoyang smiled silently.

When he found that valley, he truly hadn't expected there to be three top-tier masters inside. In that kind of emergency situation, he had still killed one.

And after being heavily injured, he didn't flee directly, but actually dared to lurk down, and finally brought out the final product they were plotting under everyone's noses.

Truly a lone hero, turning the tide.

"However," Zhu Gaoyang sighed weakly, "That battle of Xi Wuqiu didn't actually end in a win, and I truly can't even hold a sword anymore." ===== CHAPTER 53 =====