Chapter 640

"Yue Wushuang! Fuck your grandmother!"

Changchunzi fully demonstrated what it means to be old enough to have no taboos, directly cursing Yue Wushuang with a torrent of abuse.

Expressing a desire to engage in some purely physical, emotionless intimate contact with Yue Wushuang's elders.

But at this moment, no one felt Changchunzi was relying on his age to act recklessly; even in their hearts they thought: "Well scolded! Scold even louder!"

To hell with being one of the Three Strongest Swords; you, Yue Wushuang, are a total trap, the kind filled with shit!

If the situation weren't wrong, the sword cultivators on this small battlefield would probably all join Changchunzi in cursing.

There were two reasons for their anger.

First, the current battlefield division: a group of "old, weak, sick, and disabled" had been lumped together with the main force experts who had just broken out from among the non-sword cultivators.

Under normal circumstances, they should be happy — a chance to personally catch those rats in the sewers and kill them without leaving a single piece of armor, to vent the hatred in their hearts; why wouldn't they be happy?

But they had been severely injured by Tang Xuanzang in advance!

Over a dozen wounded accounted for half their number, with a few Nascent Soul cultivators mixed in; in terms of current strength comparison, they were inferior to those cultivators.

Leading a group of wounded, how could this battle be fought?

The second reason was actually related to the first.

Selecting the alliance leader through an on-the-spot contest was fine, everyone accepted it, but Tang Xuanzang struck viciously, wantonly injuring people, and you, Yue Wushuang, did nothing to stop it for the sake of the Erqing Sword Gate's interests.

Clearly knowing there were non-sword cultivators hiding, who might launch a sneak attack.

As the strongest Void Refining cultivator present, you actually turned a deaf ear and even fanned the flames.

Causing the current situation — you bear no responsibility?

Clearly everyone could have secretly colluded, feigned injury, and pulled a reversal at this moment — how perfect!

Of course, this is premised on Tang Xuanzang not being a mole.

Thinking it through like this, everyone grew even angrier: Yue Wushuang, you idiot, heavily employing a mole — you must apologize with your death!

When failing, what angers people most is often not the cunning enemy, but that bullshit-awesome pig teammate beside you.

Right, bullshit-awesome on the surface, an actual pig teammate in reality.

Referring to you, Yue Wushuang!

Pig teammate Yue Wushuang's complexion was also ugly at this time, sunken, like the bottom of a pot.

In this divided small battlefield, there were fully four Void Refining cultivators!

He was one heavily injured one; opposite him were three, of whom two had unstable auras, identifiable as "one-time use" to "few-time use" cultivators.

The top combat power comparison was clear at a glance.

Further down, there was another gap.

And there was Tang Xuanzang standing apart, smiling yet not smiling, eyeing them covetously.

The situation was very clear.

The sword cultivators on the field — they're probably done for!

Might be that the Seven Great Gates get disqualified on the spot today!

This is also why everyone hates they can't beat Yue Wushuang violently, yet besides Changchunzi who dares to curse, the rest can only "kill" Yue Wushuang with their gazes.

Because they still have to rely on Yue Wushuang.

However, a few sword cultivators, such as the Kongming Sect Master, saw the angry expressions on their faces slowly cool down, followed by a flash of inconceivable shock.

He thought of a certain possibility, and his body actually began to tremble.

【36】 Fortunately, he was originally a heavily injured body, so no one noticed his abnormality.

Fortunately, he was already seriously injured, so no one noticed anything unusual about him.

"Hehe."

The Mie Sword Alliance Leader swept his gaze over the sword cultivators, revealing a mocking smile.

Those cultivators also laughed along, carefree, refreshed!

The clouds part to reveal the sun! A turnaround to become masters!

You sword cultivators have today too?

"Laugh my ass!"

Changchunzi cursed loudly again, this mild-mannered and shameless "old senior" unprecedentedly explosive.

His aura suddenly surged; his originally aged appearance began to grow younger, his salt-and-pepper mixed hair turning into uniform silver threads.

His withered, thin, and small body also began to swell, enough to support the robes on him.

Moments later, a handsome man with a full head of silver hair appeared.

The vitality on him surged like the waves of a great sea.

He gripped his right hand, and a sword appeared — blade, hilt, guard, entirely black.

Emitting an aura of withering and decay, completely different.

At this moment, Changchunzi was infinitely close to Void Refining, and an extremely stable infinitely close at that; feeling-wise, he seemed even stronger than those two "few-time use" Void Refining cultivators!

Changchunzi's sudden transformation stunned the cultivators opposite.

The sword cultivators were overjoyed, especially the Ten Thousand Swords Valley sword cultivators; they never knew Changchunzi still had this side.

The reason Changchunzi could temporarily serve as the sect's figurehead was merely because he was older.

At critical moments he could rely on his age to act recklessly.

They didn't count on this super-weak Spirit Transformation cultivator to fight; during the alliance leader struggle just now, they didn't expect him to take the field at all.

Never expected it!

"Never expected..." Yue Wushuang looked at Changchunzi, also somewhat surprised.

"I could have lived another five hundred years!" Changchunzi glared at Yue Wushuang, "Ruined by you! If you escape and don't die, go kowtow three loud ones at my grave later!"

These words came out, and the sword cultivators' originally joyous mood instantly vanished.

Changchunzi is going all out, but he knows the best outcome of going all out is letting Yue Wushuang leave alive.

Isn't that so?

The opponents are, after all, three Void Refinement cultivators, plus Tang Xuanzang, the number one below Void Refinement.

Speaking of which, you non-sword cultivators do have a bit of strength.

All added up together, it's practically at the level of the Seven Great Gates.

A hidden "Seven Great Gates" can indeed cause this kind of destruction — and the hearts of the Seven Great Gates aren't united.

Wait, there's still a Demon King wreaking havoc!

This time it's really game over!

Several Nascent Soul cultivators were uninjured, their faces ashen, looking worse than the injured Spirit Severing cultivators.

Their lives are already on a countdown.

Yue Wushuang, on the other hand, is very steady; his gloomy complexion has recovered — worthy of being one of the strongest Void Refinement cultivators, able to maintain a Grandmaster's bearing even in this situation.

The cultivators on that side finished laughing, and the masked Alliance Leader of the Extinction Sword Alliance raised his hand, unexpectedly pointing at Tang Luo: "Kill him first, he's not one of us."

Huh? Infighting?!

Obviously not; the Extinction Sword Alliance Leader said Tang Luo isn't one of them.

And judging from their positioning just now, Tang Xuanzang is indeed "a faction unto himself," not standing together with the cultivators.

As for why, who knows; sword cultivators are happy to see their enemies kill each other anyway.

With Tang Xuanzang's powerful strength, he can help them withstand a great deal of pressure.

Without the slightest hesitation, the moment the Extinction Sword Alliance Leader gave the order, a Void Refinement cultivator led several Spirit Severing cultivators to engage Tang Luo.

Tang Luo wasn't surprised at all that they'd burn the bridge after crossing it... hmm, his bridge hadn't really played any role anyway.

The two sides directly started fighting.

The separated small battlefield didn't look large, but it wasn't small either.

The aftershocks of Tang Luo and the others' battle spread out, landing on "Fleeting Light and Shadow"; the light screen seemed to shake for a moment, but was actually extremely stable.

Without one or two Void Refinement cultivators joining forces, this grand formation can't be broken.

The cultivators of the Extinction Sword Alliance and Shattered Sword Alliance certainly won't destroy this grand formation; the current situation favors them — catching a turtle in a jar is exactly this.

They'll definitely cherish it well.

As Tang Luo's side made a move, the battle erupted.

The other unstable Void Refinement of the Extinction Sword Alliance faced off against Changchunzi, who was infinitely close to Void Refinement; their battle was one no outsider could intervene in.

The remaining Spirit Severing and Nascent Soul sword cultivators also slaughtered each other.

Those injured Sect Masters and Spirit Severing cultivators had no choice but to drink poison to quench thirst, forcing themselves to act — at least it was a bit of combat power.

If they didn't act, there would truly be no chance left.

Meekly surrender? Don't underestimate us sword cultivators!

I hold my war sword!

Slay ten thousand enemies!

Yue Wushuang and the Extinction Sword Alliance Leader were the only two on the field who hadn't moved; the qi between them was obscure and unfathomable, secretly clashing and confronting each other.

The severely injured Kongming Sect Master, fighting with overdrawn life, caught sight of this scene and felt even more uneasy inside.

He was already a heavily wounded body; a slight distraction and he was immediately struck by the opposing cultivator, crashing heavily onto the invisible "ground," his qi gradually weakening.

That cultivator hadn't even had time to finish him off when a Star Sword Sect sword cultivator beside him went all out, pulling a mutual destruction right there.

Fresh blood and death began to intertwine.

Casualties on both sides began to rise continuously; the strength the sword cultivators erupted with in their moment of despair surprised, even horrified, these non-sword cultivators.

If not for them surpassing in strength, even if merely equal or slightly superior, they might well have lost this battle.

"Die!"

Suddenly, Changchunzi let out a furious roar, his withered, decaying qi completely released.

Gray sword light enveloped the entire space.

Everyone fighting simultaneously suffered indiscriminate attacks; a sense of aged frailty welled up, and they hastily retreated, pulling distance from opponents, regrouping with their own companions.

This old fellow's hidden strength is truly astonishing.

What a pity, it's only a final burst before death.

The gray sword light gathered back, a desiccated corpse fell to the "ground," snapping in two.

Changchunzi, ancient beyond measure, not much better than a desiccated corpse, fell after it; the black natal sword in his hand became tattered beyond compare, ready to shatter at a touch.

His own self was only a step from death, merely propped up by the special Withering-Flourishing Life Sword Intent.

"You son of a bitch, don't you know to run?" Changchunzi glanced at Yue Wushuang.

Yue Wushuang didn't speak; the Extinction Sword Alliance Leader's gaze swept the arena, pausing on that other unstable Void Refinement and those several Spirit Severing sword cultivators.

These people, every one of them battered, qi weak, heavily injured, yet they couldn't take down Tang Xuanzang.

"Trash." The Extinction Sword Alliance Leader said coldly, "Still need me to personally act."

A Silent Extinction Sword appeared in this space; the aura of death suddenly descended.

Black sword light formed the shape of a sword, piercing through Tang Luo's chest.

Tang Luo looked at Yue Wushuang, retreated two steps, his qi beginning to weaken.

"Truly strong." Yue Wushuang looked at Tang Luo, opening his mouth to praise, "Once you enter Void Refinement, I fear even I won't be your match."

"You!"

Changchunzi's eyes widened, mouth opening as if to spit blood, yet only a final mouthful of turbid qi came out; he lowered his head, his qi dissipating, vanishing.

"Annihilation Sword Intent!"

"Annihilation Sword Intent!"

The faces of the Shushan Sword Sect's remaining sword cultivators turned ferocious to the extreme.

This dangerous Sword Intent representing death clearly belonged to Daoist Feng Xian — the unique Annihilation Sword Intent!

Why, would this Sword Intent reappear in Yue Wushuang's hands?!

Why, did the Mie Jian Alliance Leader say he would act personally, yet the one acting was Yue Wushuang?!

"... No, no."

The dying Sect Master Kong Ming murmured; he had originally thought Yue Wushuang was the biggest mole, but now it seemed that was not the case.

Because, when Yue Wushuang made his move, that group of non-sword cultivators was also incomparably shocked.