Chapter 70: Intimidating the Villa

"Big-Headed Ghost King" Sikong Dou struck the fastest, and died the fastest.

The other experts were not a bit slower.

Although they had already seen the miserable state of Sikong Dou, they did not have the slightest intention to retreat.

The twenty or so experts joined forces to attack, forming an offensive like a dragnet, enveloping Yu Liancheng.

They believed that even if Old Knife Handle himself arrived, facing this situation, he would only be able to fold his hands and wait for death.

And if they retreated to save their lives, they might instead be picked off one by one by Yu Liancheng and die without a burial place.

"One-Armed Divine Dragon" Hai Qikuo extended his arm, and with a *shila* sound, his hook tore through the air; a streak of silver light flashed in the sky, hooking toward Yu Liancheng's throat in a domineering and bizarre manner.

"Golden Coin Leopard" Hua Kui danced his hands wildly, as if thousands of arms had grown out of thin air; countless hidden weapons flashed with cold light, unleashed with a technique of a Rain of Flowers Across the Sky.

Du Tiexin, Lou Laotaipo, and the others also successively used their respective famous ultimate techniques to kill Yu Liancheng.

There are not many people in the world who can block these twenty or so experts.

This does not even include Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng.

This is not because their martial arts are not high enough.

It is because their sword arts are too absolute.

They never leave a way out for others, nor do they leave a way out for themselves; there is not the slightest room for maneuver.

Once their sword arts fail to kill someone, they themselves will fall into an unfavorable situation.

Among these twenty or so experts, there are a few who could slightly hold them off for a few moves.

If it were Mu Daoren, this situation would not occur.

Not only because Mu Daoren's internal force is profound and his combat experience is rich, but also because his sword art leaves room for maneuver.

Of course, if Mu Daoren were to turn his back to the crowd, leaving his vital points wide open, and let them form a combined attack in advance, he would also be in danger of losing his life.

But Yu Liancheng would not.

He pursed his lips and inhaled, suddenly emitting a long whistle. The whistle was like a dragon's roar, the sound waves raging like a hurricane, yet they did not strike forward, but dispersed backward.

This "Shattering Dragon Roar" not only slowed the offensive of the ghosts, but even the True Qi within their bodies seemed to stagnate for an instant.

*Hum! *

Immediately following, another trembling sound suddenly rang out; Yu Liancheng's whole body erupted with force, and a True Qi phantom slowly formed. The phantom was heavy and solid, faintly revealing a pale red color, covering Yu Liancheng deeply like a large bell.

This is an ultimate art Yu Liancheng learned on Wumingdao, called the "Yin-Yang Wuji Shield."

To practice this skill, one not only needs profound internal force, but must also reach the level of balancing yin and yang and being perfectly fluid in the control of True Qi; when deployed, it uses the interweaving of yin and yang energies to transform into an invisible energy shield to resist attacks. It is similar to the Buddhist Golden Bell Shield, and is likewise an invincible defensive martial art.

During these days of chasing Laoshi Heshang, Yu Liancheng spent some effort researching this martial art.

With his cultivation and talent, he can now not only deploy it, but has also integrated his own massive Qi and Blood power into it, making it even more solid.

*Bang bang bang bang!! *

The crowd's attacks rained down wildly, but were blocked by the invisible energy shield.

Yu Liancheng has not practiced the "Yin-Yang Wuji Shield" for long, and there are simply too many experts here. The energy shield only held for a moment before it collapsed with a boom, the energy dissipating in all directions.

As the saying goes, at the first drum, the spirit is high; at the second, it wanes; at the third, it is exhausted.

The same principle applies to experts fighting.

Having been blocked by the "Shattering Dragon Roar" and the "Yin-Yang Wuji Shield," the crowd's originally seamless combined attack had developed flaws, and the offensive was far less swift and fierce than at the beginning.

And it was at this moment that Yu Liancheng moved.

The sword light he held in his hand transformed, like a swirling mass of light, meeting the attacks from all directions; amidst a series of *ding-dang* sounds, he had already neutralized all the offensives.

Not only was his sword moving, but he was moving too.

His entire figure swept out diagonally, like lightning tearing through the sky, or like a swallow weaving back and forth in the rain; both his speed and agility had reached a level unimaginable to ordinary people.

Holding the sword in one hand, the sword momentum was like a mountain or a peak, the sword light brilliant and radiant; almost every time he thrust his sword, someone was defeated.

The other hand turned from palm to fist, carrying the momentum of thunder, the energy rolling and surging, vast like a flood, drowning everything before him.

*Bang! *

Du Tiexin traded a punch with Yu Liancheng and immediately let out a miserable scream, as if struck by lightning; his whole body retreated repeatedly, his arm hanging down powerlessly, as if the bones had all been shattered.

*Clang! Clang! *

With two crisp sounds, Flying Fish Island Master Yu Hai's Flying Fish Sting was knocked away, and the sword momentum did not stop, still smashing toward him like Mount Tai pressing down.

He retreated very quickly, very urgently, but was still slashed with a bloody wound.

The expressions of the crowd had changed.

They had already discovered that Yu Liancheng's martial arts were much higher than they had imagined.

Perhaps even higher than the unfathomable Old Knife Handle.

And not only was his sword art high, but his attainments in fists, palms, legs, fingers, and other aspects were all very high.

Even his internal power, which requires the slow grinding of tofu, had reached a terrifying degree.

The people in Ghost Villa were all famous experts of the underworld back in the day, but at this moment, facing Yu Liancheng, there were truly not many who could take a single move from him.

After dozens of breaths, twenty or so experts were already lying on the ground; some had no breath left, others were groaning in pain.

"Good, you don't want to see what kind of sword art I'm learning? Look clearly." There were not many people left standing, and Gouhun Shou was one of them. He also knew it was a moment of life and death, so he roared and suddenly thrust his long sword out.

The sword thrust to mid-air, suddenly producing a sky full of sword flowers, like dots of cold stars, but every cold star was a fatal killing intent. His wrist gave a light flick, and all the cold stars disappeared, all merging into the sword light, pouring down like a silver river.

This sword move was graceful beyond compare; although it could not compare to the Flying Immortal from Beyond the Heavens, it was still a dangerous and absolute ultimate technique, and no one dared to take it lightly.

Yu Liancheng, however, did not care, lightly sending out a sword, without the slightest trace of fireworks, as if a spring breeze were blowing a willow branch.

The two swords clashed with a crisp *ding* sound, yet it appeared very ordinary, very common, without the stunning brilliance or scattering sword light one might imagine.

And Gouhun Shou had already retreated and flown out.

He flew very fast.

As it turned out, he was merely putting on a show of force, wanting to use the momentum to escape.

Yu Liancheng was not unaware of his intentions, but he had no desire to pursue him at all.

Ye Xue held the limp and powerless Ye Ling in her arms, an expression of disbelief appearing on her cold, pretty face. She had spent day and night with this group of Ghosts, so she naturally knew how terrifying they were.

But now, they had all fallen to the ground, one after another, some dead and some wounded.

Swish!

Just at this moment, Yu Liancheng had already finished off the last Ghost and suddenly appeared before Ye Ling, a spring-breeze-like smile on his face: "Now only you are left. Do you want to make a move? Rest assured, I am very gentle when I strike."

Ye Xue's delicate body trembled, and she staggered backward, eventually plopping down onto the ground, waving her hands repeatedly.

"No... don't... I don't want to fight you at all..."

She was, after all, just a young girl, and the kind with a rather timid heart at that.