Chapter 425: What happened, the place of the fight

“Hehe, it seems you guessed what would happen long ago.” The Ghost Sword smiled, “However, even so, you still cannot escape death.”

Jing Xu ignored the Ghost Sword’s mockery and just said indifferently, “I know the technique you practice is strange and unpredictable, but such evil arts are ultimately crooked paths; sooner or later, you will meet with retribution!”

“Haha.” The Ghost Sword laughed toward the sky, “Retribution? That would require you to be able to see it!”

Jing Xu’s expression sank slightly, “You haven’t wanted to kill me for just a day or two. Tonight, let me experience your brilliant moves!”

“Go to hell!” The Ghost Sword shouted coldly and attacked instantly. His fingertips glowed with cold light, extremely sharp, like a keen dagger, thrusting straight toward Jing Xu’s chest.

Jing Xu’s expression was grave as she gathered all her power to fight the Ghost Sword.

The two exchanged blows, and the continuous explosions resounded through the sky. The two internal energies collided, producing immense pressure.

“Huh?”

Suddenly, Su Hang’s eyes lit up, and his gaze swept toward a certain direction.

This direction was exactly where Jing Xu and the Ghost Sword were fighting. In that area, a strong fluctuation was being transmitted.

“There is a situation,” Su Hang whispered.

Having said that, Su Hang leaped over and soon arrived in that forest.

This area had clearly been reduced to ruins; weeds grew in profusion, branches flew everywhere, and the ground was covered with pits and gravel.

At this time, in the weeds, Su Hang saw a corpse.

The corpse was already cold and stiff, its clothes turned into rags, the exposed skin covered in bruises, flesh and blood blurred, looking exceptionally terrifying.

Beside the corpse, a silver staff lay alone on the ground, covered in notches, clearly severely damaged.

And here, one could clearly hear the sound of the two fighting in the distance. Su Hang looked closely and saw that the two figures were indeed Jing Xu and the Ghost Sword.

At this time, the two were exchanging blows. Jing Xu used a set of *Jade Maiden Heart Sutra*, her moves elegant and graceful, quite like a young lady of a noble family.

It was just a pity that this scene, in Su Hang’s eyes, felt like it lacked a soul, looking exactly like a walking corpse or a puppet.

This martial technique was the essence of the *Jade Maiden Heart Sutra*. Su Hang had once seen a set of boxing manuals that recorded this *Jade Maiden Heart Sutra*, and Su Hang had some superficial understanding of it.

Whether it was the moves, the artistic conception, or the method of channeling energy, it was unique. Compared to modern Wu Gong, it was not inferior by much, just lacking a bit of spirit.

“*Jade Maiden Heart Sutra*, huh? I know this Wu Gong too!” Su Hang muttered.

Su Hang walked into the forest, and suddenly, two massive auras rushed toward him.

Jing Xu had already reached the end of her rope, facing the Ghost Sword’s most violent attacks.

“Bang~”

After repelling the Ghost Sword with another palm, Jing Xu’s body went limp, and she collapsed to the ground, blood overflowing from the corner of her mouth. She looked at the Ghost Sword with unfocused eyes, “You… you actually mastered the *Heart-Devouring Bone-Eroding Skill*. You really are a remnant of the Demonic Cult.”

“Haha, so what if you know? Not only you, but your entire Mount Emei Sect will be exterminated!” The Ghost Sword stared at Jing Xu sinisterly, “I have waited for several years, and today, I finally waited for the opportunity!”

While speaking, the Ghost Sword took another step forward, his right arm raised, and he smashed a palm toward Jing Xu’s head.

Jing Xu’s eyes were filled with deep hatred. She knew she couldn’t dodge this palm, so she closed her eyes, quietly waiting for death to arrive.

However, as that palm drew closer and closer to her forehead, she remained completely unaware.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, with a dull thud, a hand rested upon Ghost Sword’s wrist, stopping his lethal strike.

Ghost Sword’s expression turned stern. He looked up to see Su Hang, who had appeared not far behind him at some unknown moment, and was now blocking the path in front of Jing Xu.

"Little thief!" Ghost Sword roared, shaking off Su Hang’s wrist and kicking toward him.

"Bang!"

This time, Ghost Sword’s leg was blocked. Immediately following, a massive force of recoil surged forth, sending Ghost Sword flying back over ten zhang, where he crashed onto the ground.

Su Hang clapped his hands, turned his head, and asked Jing Xu, "Are you alright?"

Jing Xu opened her eyes, looked at Su Hang in surprise, and then gave a bitter smile. "Many thanks to the Young Master for your assistance."

"It was merely a small effort," Su Hang waved his hand. "I shall settle the score with this villain for you!"

"Young Master?" Jing Xu was stunned upon hearing this; she had no idea what Su Hang was planning.

Ghost Sword, having just steadied himself, heard Su Hang’s words. He was startled for a moment, then burst into wild laughter. "Good! Truly, one does not need to search far when the opportunity presents itself. I never expected you, little brat, to deliver yourself to your death. Haha..."

"Oh?" Su Hang looked at Ghost Sword, then back at Jing Xu.

Jing Xu hesitated for a moment, then said, "I am a disciple of the Mount Emei Sect. I shall keep this debt of gratitude for saving my life in my heart."

So that was it. Su Hang realized; no wonder he found this woman’s attire so familiar—she was an Mount Emei disciple.

"Brat, today is the day you lose your life!" Ghost Sword cursed loudly and charged at Su Hang once more.

Although Ghost Sword was a member of the Demonic Cult, his foundation in Wu Gong was not poor; at the very least, he was half a notch above Su Hang. Coupled with the demonic sword in his hand, his momentum was even greater, and even Su Hang dared not be negligent.

The two exchanged dozens of moves. Ghost Sword gradually fell into a disadvantage, yet he never truly suffered defeat.

On the side, Su Hang and Jing Xu exchanged a glance, both feeling somewhat surprised. Su Hang could clearly sense that Ghost Sword’s strength was formidable.

However, it was the black sword in Ghost Sword’s hand that caused Su Hang so much trouble.

That black sword was extremely sharp, appearing capable of severing all things in the world. Every time Su Hang made contact with it, he felt as if he were being struck by blades and axes.

This was merely a fraction of the black sword’s power. If Ghost Sword were to wield the demonic sword and unleash the Demonic Sword Law, the power would surely be even greater.

Ghost Sword’s strength was clearly inferior to Su Hang’s, but relying on that divine demonic weapon, he managed to drag out the stalemate, making it very difficult for Su Hang to gain an advantage.

"Die, little thief!"

Suddenly, Ghost Sword shouted. His entire aura surged, and the black sword in his hand danced, transforming into a sky full of light and rain, striking directly at Su Hang’s vital points.

Su Hang frowned. He had anticipated this situation, so he dodged quickly.

Instantly, the sounds of metal clashing erupted, and sparks flew everywhere.

Su Hang was in constant danger, nearly being wounded by the black sword several times, but he managed to evade them, preventing the black sword from striking his vital areas.

Even so, Su Hang still sustained injuries, with bruises covering his entire body.

Ghost Sword fought with increasing ferocity, showing no intention of stopping. Su Hang defended while observing the situation, discovering that Ghost Sword seemed addicted to the fight and had no intention of quitting.

Finally, Su Hang let out a cold snort, twisted his long sword into a flower, and a beam of sword light shot out from the tip. **CHAPTER 819**