Chapter 426: Launching an attack, wielding the demonic sword to parry

That sword beam was faster than lightning, heading straight for Ghost Sword with incredible speed.

Ghost Sword gritted his teeth and held his sword horizontally in front of his chest with both hands, attempting to resist the beam, but it was already too late.

The sword beam pierced through Ghost Sword’s right arm, tearing away a large chunk of flesh and blood, leaving him dripping with blood.

Ghost Sword let out a miserable cry, clutching his right arm as he retreated several steps.

"You..." Ghost Sword glared at Su Hang with eyes full of venom.

Su Hang sneered. "How is it? The taste is not bad, is it? I told you, today you would suffer greatly!"

Ghost Sword gritted his teeth. "Brat, don't be too arrogant. Your strength is high, but I have the demonic sword in my hand. Once I use the Demonic Sword Law to kill you, let's see how much longer you can be rampant."

Su Hang smiled contemptuously. "That depends on whether you have the ability."

Saying this, Su Hang raised his sword and pressed forward, taking the opportunity to launch an attack on Ghost Sword.

Ghost Sword dodged rapidly while wielding the demonic sword to parry.

Ding—

The two swords collided, and sparks flew in all directions.

This Ghost Sword was indeed extraordinary; the body of the demonic sword was extremely tough. Although Su Hang’s long sword was sharp, he found it difficult to shake it in such a short time.

Moreover, the sword body seemed to contain terrifying power. Every time they collided, Su Hang felt a massive force transmitted through it, numbing his tiger’s mouth.

Su Hang frowned, secretly thinking that this fellow was indeed strange.

"Hahahaha..."

Ghost Sword parried over ten of Su Hang’s moves. Not only was he not suppressed, but he gradually adapted to Su Hang’s rhythm, letting out a triumphant laugh.

Su Hang knew that the people of the Demonic Cult were all ruthless, but he had not expected Ghost Sword to be so brave. If this continued, it would be ominous.

Just as he prepared to withdraw, Jing Xu reached out and grabbed him, shaking her head slightly.

"What?" Su Hang glanced at Jing Xu in confusion.

Jing Xu only looked at Su Hang with some worry, then said softly, "Since you have come, Young Master, do not be in such a hurry to leave."

"Heh!" Su Hang smiled. He couldn't be bothered to waste words with this woman. However, Jing Xu seemed to see through his thoughts and continued, "This Ghost Sword is not simple. If he is not eliminated, I fear it will be detrimental to our Mount Emei Sect in the future, so..."

"Hehe!"

Su Hang sneered. "You mean, you want me to help you deal with him?"

Jing Xu nodded. "If this fellow is not removed, he will surely be a great threat. If I have the Young Master’s help, Jing Xu is willing to pay any price."

Su Hang smiled. This woman was clever, actually using him as a weapon.

However, Su Hang did not answer immediately; after all, no one knew what this woman was planning.

At this moment, Ghost Sword had recovered his strength and swept his sword toward Jing Xu. Cold light flickered on the blade; it seemed he intended to kill them all.

Su Hang’s brow locked. If this sword fell, it would surely severely injure Jing Xu. Moreover, if Jing Xu were seriously injured, Su Hang would be at a loss.

While he was struggling, a thought popped up. Su Hang’s eyes rolled, and he made a decision in his heart.

Zhang Zhang Wuji was also helping Su Hang on the side, and the two joined forces to resist Ghost Sword.

But Ghost Sword held the demonic sword, and its power was extraordinary. Even with Su Hang and Zhang Zhang Wuji joining forces, they still fell into a disadvantage, facing constant danger.

A sword stroke sliced open Jing Xu’s shoulder, and blood gushed out. Jing Xu’s face turned deathly pale, her delicate body trembling in pain.

Ghost Sword kicked Jing Xu in the stomach, sending her flying several zhang away.

Jing Xu fell to the ground, clutching her chest and coughing violently, scarlet blood spilling from the corners of her mouth.

At this moment, Su Hang could no longer care about Jing Xu and hurriedly rushed forward. **CHAPTER 820**

Jing Xu struggled to climb up, and Su Hang hurriedly supported her, his gaze toward Ghost Sword filled with anger. He had not expected Jing Xu to use him as a weapon; didn't that mean putting him in danger?

"Little beast, today I will kill you first!"

Ghost Sword roared, and a sword shadow shot out from the demonic sword, instantly catching up to Su Hang and piercing toward his brow.

"Overestimating your capabilities!"

Facing such an offensive, Su Hang gave a cold shout and raised his sword to meet it.

The two swords crossed, and sparks flew.

Ghost Sword let out a muffled groan, his body stumbling back three or four zhang before he could barely stop.

He looked at Su Hang in horror; he had already tested the power of that last sword strike.

He believed that even if it were him, it would be very difficult to withstand such immense force. How could this young man have such power at such a young age?

At this moment, Su Hang did not bother with him. He took a step, approaching him as if teleporting, and stabbed with his sword again.

Ghost Sword blocked this strike as well, but this time he was not so lucky. The sword tip pierced through his body, sending Ghost Sword flying and crashing directly into a small hill, raising a cloud of dust.

"Pfft!"

Ghost Sword spat out a mouthful of blood, kneeling on the ground with the demonic sword supporting his body. He stared at Su Hang with unwillingness. "You... you dare not kill me. My master is the leader of the Demonic Cult. If you kill me, the Demonic Cult will surely take revenge on you."

Su Hang smiled disdainfully. "I would like to hear exactly what kind of sacred entity this Demonic Cult is."

While speaking, he swung another sword toward Ghost Sword’s neck.

Ghost Sword’s face turned white. He panicked and raised the demonic sword to parry, but this time the demonic sword could not block it; it was shattered by Su Hang’s sword. Su Hang took the opportunity to pierce Ghost Sword’s neck. Ghost Sword’s head immediately flew into the high air, and blood sprayed out.

A head rolled quite a distance, finally stopping in a pile of stones, its eyes wide open, as if dying with unresolved grievances.

Jing Xu was stunned; she had not expected Su Hang to actually kill Ghost Sword.

"You... you killed him?" It took a long while for Jing Xu to come to her senses, staring blankly at Su Hang.

"He wanted to kill me; should I have stood there and let him slaughter me?" Su Hang said indifferently. "He deserved to die."

Jing Xu felt a sense of relief in her heart. In fact, she had long wanted to get rid of Ghost Sword, but she had lacked an excuse. Now it was fine; Su Hang had given her a step down.

"Thank you. If the Young Master hadn't arrived in time, I would surely have been in grave danger." Jing Xu bowed to thank Su Hang, a smile appearing on her pretty face.

Su Hang glanced at her; this girl was truly beautiful when she smiled.

Su Hang couldn't help but feel a bit distracted, quickly collecting his thoughts, remaining silent and not speaking.

Seeing this, Jing Xu felt awkward and stopped speaking as well.

Jing Xu pursed her lips, looked at Ghost Sword’s corpse on the ground, then at Su Hang. "We are allies now."

"Allies?"

Su Hang was stunned, then realized; he had almost forgotten that Jing Xu was still here.

However, he quite liked Jing Xu’s personality—bright and straightforward, without schemes. This was what Su Hang appreciated, and it was precisely because of this personality that Su Hang chose to save her life.

"May I ask which sect the Young Master belongs to? Why are you fighting the Demonic Cult?" Jing Xu looked at Su Hang, her eyes rolling around, appearing very cunning.

Su Hang smiled. "I do not belong to any sect."

Jing Xu heard this and looked at Su Hang in surprise. "Not belonging to any sect? There are actually cultivators in this world who do not belong to any sect? The Young Master truly makes me look at you with new eyes." **CHAPTER 821**