Chapter 503: Chen Yu and Murong Wuzhu

On the Qingdu River.

Liu Songtao, who once served as the ninth Demon Sect Leader, was crossing the river for the third time.

"You, why are you so stubborn?"

Murong Wuzhu operated the Heavenly Demon Great Art at full power, a formless force field lingering around her entire body; under the effect of this formless force field, the Qingdu River beneath her feet split apart with a splash, which was extremely miraculous.

At the same time, her waterfall-like hair suddenly rose up, she raised her slender palms, and as her arms moved, the surrounding air hissed, actually transforming into blade force to slash out.

Liu Songtao laughed heartily, meeting palm with fist; his moves appeared simple and plain, but his fist force gave people a feeling of being indestructible and invincible, further carrying a sense of cruel ruthlessness. It was as if even if his own biological parents were blocking his path, they would be blasted to death by a single punch.

With the two of them as the battle group, they immediately exchanged dozens of blows.

Liu Songtao still had not crossed the river, but he was also not repelled as he had been before.

His feet stood firmly on the Qingdu River, not moving an inch. He only clenched his hands into fists, continuously blasting them out.

Murong Wuzhu, meanwhile, was like floating catkins, wandering around Liu Songtao, appearing in front and suddenly behind. As she wandered, those jade hands changed unpredictably—fist, palm, claw, finger... the moves were mysterious and unfathomable, sometimes yin-soft and lingering, sometimes wide open and closed.

However, no matter how Murong Wuzhu changed, she was ultimately unable to force Liu Songtao back even half a step.

And even though the Heavenly Demon Force Field surged like a tide, it could not shake her opponent's stance. Instead, because of a lack of combat experience and the constant consumption of Qi, she gradually fell into a disadvantage.

Just as the surrounding crowd was feeling worried for Murong Wuzhu, a streak of Sword Qi pierced through the void, and amidst the ethereal and unfathomable sword light, it stabbed toward Liu Songtao.

Liu Songtao could have injured Murong Wuzhu with a single punch, but at this moment he could not help but step backward, missing a great opportunity to strike.

—Chen Yu had joined the battle with a sword in hand.

Unlike Murong Wuzhu, who had hardly moved her hands, Chen Yu had very rich combat experience. And although she was famous for three styles of sword techniques, those three styles were equivalent to her trump-card martial arts, and her ordinary sword techniques were equally not weak.

One could see that as Chen Yu executed her sword technique, the long sword in her palm trembled and hummed, emitting bursts of clear sounds like the roar of a dragon or the cry of a phoenix; wisps of ethereal and spiritual Qi permeated the air, and the sword light was exquisite and peerless, as if turning the Qingdu River into a boundless fairyland.

Murong Wuzhu's sleeves fluttered, her graceful figure like a flying celestial, her wrists like frost and snow; under the urging of the Heavenly Demon Force Field, the air was stirred and compressed, and amidst the continuous air explosions, it transformed into surging whirlpools that filled the void. And once every whirlpool exploded, it would unleash considerable destructive power.

With a wave of her slender hand, the whirlpools all drifted toward Liu Songtao.

Murong Wuzhu and Chen Yu practiced the "Heavenly Demon Great Art" and "Cihang Sword Manual" respectively, which were already supreme martial arts; after being modified by Yu Liancheng from a high vantage point, their power was even better than the originals and more in line with the development of the Martial Dao in this world. The two of them joining forces carried a hidden sense of tacit understanding, forming a seamless offensive that held Liu Songtao in a stalemate for a time.

Among the martial artists gathered to watch the excitement, there was no lack of those with high discernment. At this moment, they were dazzled and their minds were shocked.

They secretly thought that this mad monk was truly remarkable; if nothing unexpected happened, he would definitely be at the top of the next Martial Evaluation ranking.

As for those two great beauties famous on the Rouge List, it was even more surprising. They had originally thought they were just vases, but based on the strength displayed now, they were likely already First-Rank Experts.

"Hmph, Murong Tonghuang has trained these two little girls quite well."

White-clad Luoyang had also arrived; she had now become the Demon Sect Leader of Zhulu Mountain for this generation.

She had originally wanted to contend with the ninth-generation Demon Sect Leader, but since someone had beaten her to it, she was too lazy to make a move.

However, according to what she had read in the Demon Sect classics, Liu Songtao's strength was more than this; if the opponent went all out, she feared these two girls might have the possibility of losing their lives.

On second thought, Murong Tonghuang did not seem like a careless person; since he was willing to let his own elder sister Murong Wuzhu make a move, he must have had a backup plan, so there was no need to worry about it.

"Interesting, the techniques they practice are likely closely related, acting as each other's interior and exterior." White-clad Luoyang suddenly raised an eyebrow, revealing an interested expression.

As a bystander, Luoyang discovered the trick, while Murong Wuzhu and Chen Yu, who were in the middle of the battle, had an even deeper perception of their own techniques.

The two people's Qi repelled each other and also attracted each other.

But as they joined forces, continuously merging and colliding, they became increasingly tacit. The points in their martial arts that they had not understood in the past were suddenly opened up. There were even layers of incredible insights surging out like a flood.

In such a state, the two people's joint effort was naturally even more seamless, forcing Liu Songtao back step by step.

Finally, when Liu Songtao was about to be forced off the Qingdu River, he suddenly laughed heartily, reached out and beckoned, borrowed a sword from a spectator's waist, held the sword horizontally across his chest, and plucked the curved sword; a dragon's roar sounded, but it was not from the sword, but seemed to come from above the nine heavens.

"The world only knows that Liu Songtao is a demon who slaughters the innocent and has always liked to kill with his bare hands; only one person knew that there is a world of difference between Liu Songtao with a sword and without one. In that generation of the Edo, there were at least five Land Immortals, but after Liu Songtao's cultivation reached completion, no one was worthy of Liu Songtao drawing his sword. Being able to force me to draw my sword, you two little girls are worthy of being proud."

Liu Songtao looked toward a certain direction, his eyes gentle and intoxicated.

"You said you wanted to see the demeanor of a Sword Immortal with your own eyes; I came late. That time I was late by six days, this time I am late by a full hundred years."

The next moment, a sword was thrust out.

It truly had the demeanor of a Sword Immortal; the Sword Intent was majestic, and the Sword Qi soared to the heavens.

When this sword was thrust out, the flowing water of the river was pushed toward both banks, as if cut off by a single sword.

Even the riverbanks trembled, making those who did not know think that a hibernating dragon underground was causing trouble, triggering a violent earthquake.

And when he thrust this sword, Liu Songtao's entire person seemed to have aged ten years.

If Chen Yu's previous sword was like a mountain, then Liu Songtao's sword could collapse mountains.

Facing Liu Songtao's mountain-collapsing sword.

Chen Yu also thrust out a sword.

This sword seemed to have been cursed by the nine heavens and ten earths.

When this sword was thrust out, everyone seemed to see a doomsday scene where the flowing water dried up, the earth cracked, and there was no human habitation for ten thousand miles; all vitality was extinguished, with only death and withered silence remaining eternal.

—Jiemie.

This was a sword that brought death.

Even Liu Songtao's mountain-collapsing sword actually began to "die," its Sword Intent being worn away.

"How could there be such a terrifying sword? Is this her sword that can kill a Heavenly Phenomenon?" Liu Songtao revealed a look of surprise.

And before the terror brought by this sword had descended, another subtle sword light flew out from the hand of Murong Wuzhu on the side; it arrived later but reached first, nailing itself onto the center of Liu Songtao's brow.

With a "thump," Liu Songtao's eyes lost their focus, and he fell heavily into the Qingdu River.

It turned out that the "Jiemie" sword just now was only a cover.

The true killing move was the "Li Jing" nourished by Yu Liancheng's divine intent, which could kill a Primordial Spirit.

"Liu Songtao, stay down there properly; when the eve of Qingming arrives, someone will naturally let you out." After Murong Wuzhu finished speaking, she drifted away with Chen Yu.