Chapter 1114

Hearing Gai Nie's heart could not bear it; he knew that once the Thousand Faces Thousand Forms was completely exhausted, the Zhu family would surely be captured by the masked men.

Judging from what the leader of the masked men had just said, letting the Pixiu escape meant these people would probably have to devour the Zhu family alive before they'd be satisfied.

The Zhu family naturally knew what Hearing Gai Nie was thinking, and without waiting for him to finish, urged him on,

"This time you entered this godforsaken place because of me; you've been dragged down by me.

Go, go quickly. Take my message to Zhuge Shennong Hall, let them choose another Hall Master, and that will be enough to repay old Zhu me."

At this moment, the leader of the masked men had gradually steadied his footing.

With a wave of his hand, he had long since scattered countless of the Zhu family's Thousand Faces Thousand Forms phantoms.

The Zhu family naturally had no leisure to say anything more to Hearing Gai Nie, and could only keep using Thousand Faces Thousand Forms to hold off this leader of the masked men.

"Sigh…"

Hearing Gai Nie sighed, but knew he could not let the Zhu family's kind intentions be wasted.

He immediately held the Yuan Hong Sword in one hand, cradled the Pixiu in the other, slung Miss Xiao Li across his shoulder, and prepared to flee into the distance.

Although this stretch of heaven and earth was bizarre, Hearing Gai Nie did not believe every region was covered by this Despair Grass.

As long as he stepped out of the Despair Grass's range, his true qi would recover.

Even if ten times, a hundred times, or even a thousand times more masked men came, Hearing Gai Nie would not fear them.

"Senior brother, are you really planning to run off with your tail between your legs like this?"

Just as Hearing Gai Nie was about to gather his qi and flee using the Guigu Body-Lifting Art.

A low voice suddenly rang out in Hearing Gai Nie's ear.

Hearing Gai Nie's heart gave a start, and he looked toward the sound.

He saw, not far away, beneath a cluster of masked men, a familiar figure standing at their head.

897 Has Hero Gai won?

"Xiao Zhuang?"

Looking at that person, Hearing Gai Nie could not help falling into thought.

Every generation of the Guigu Sect would take in two people of outstanding talent.

One would practice the Vertical Sword Art, the other the Horizontal Sword Art.

After leaving the master, the two would be each other's enemies.

Only the victor could gather both the Vertical and Horizontal Sword Arts of the Liang Sect and become the current Guiguzi.

This person who had suddenly appeared was none other than Hearing Gai Nie's junior brother, the current inheritor of the Horizontal Sword Art, Wei Zhuang!

But wasn't Wei Zhuang the master of Liushah, always staying in Great Qin?

How could he have suddenly appeared near this strange Despair Shanzhuang?

In the span of this daze, Wei Zhuang had already reversed his grip on the Shark Teeth Sword and charged forward.

The Vertical Sword Art uses defense in place of offense; a defensive move is itself a killing move.

The Horizontal Sword Art is exactly the opposite, using offense in place of defense.

Every move of the Horizontal Sword Art is an overbearing, fierce sword strike.

Wei Zhuang's Shark Teeth Sword is, moreover, the famous demon sword recorded on the Hu Zi Sword Register.

As a Horizontal Sword thrust came, even though the distance between them was still considerable.

Hearing Gai Nie had already sensed it in his heart, knowing he had been locked onto by Wei Zhuang.

Even if he wanted to flee, it was no longer possible by any means.

"Very well! Then let this senior brother experience your swordsmanship!"

Since escape was impossible, Hearing Gai Nie simply stopped fleeing.

He set down the Pixiu and Miss Xiao Li, raised the Yuan Hong Sword, and also counterattacked toward Wei Zhuang.

In this sword strike, although Hearing Gai Nie had not a single thread of true qi to bolster it.

In this sword strike, he employed the ultimate move of the Vertical Sword Art — Hundred Steps Flying Sword.

He poured his lifetime's comprehension of the sword Dao into this single move.

So that when this Hundred Steps Flying Sword was unleashed, even without a trace of true qi, it remained unstoppable.

All the masked men along the path, seeing this magnificent sword strike bearing down, immediately fled in panic from the Hundred Steps Flying Sword's line of attack.

"Worthy of being my Wei Zhuang's senior brother!"

Wei Zhuang, seeing that Hearing Gai Nie could still unleash the Hundred Steps Flying Sword under such circumstances, could not help but praise him inwardly.

The moves in his hands shifted again; he held the Shark Teeth Sword horizontally before him, then suddenly slashed down hard!

Horizon-Slicing Eight Directions!

This was the ultimate move of the Guigu Sect's Horizontal Sword Art!

It was the exact counterpart to the Hundred Steps Flying Sword!

In order to spar with Hearing Gai Nie, Wei Zhuang likewise did not employ true qi in this Horizon-Slicing Eight Directions.

The ultimate moves of the two great Sword Arts of Vertical and Horizontal clashed together here.

Although the Hundred Steps Flying Sword belonged to the defensive-oriented Vertical Sword Art, this move was a true killing strike.

Horizon-Slicing Eight Directions was exactly the opposite.

When the two great sword strikes clashed, though there was not the slightest true qi, they still stirred up boundless wild winds.

At first this gust of wind was rather thin, but as the two fought faster and faster, the wild wind gradually took shape.

It swept toward the surroundings.

The first to suffer were those masked men.

These masked men actually had ordinary cultivation; without the Despair Grass's boost, they probably couldn't even beat a Luowang assassin.

Seeing the sudden gust of wind, they assumed it was merely the residual shockwaves of a battle between two great masters.

So they paid it no mind, each thinking only of using their lightness skill to escape.

But the wind was far too swift; by the time it reached within a foot of the masked men, they only then remembered to use their lightness skill.

By then, however, it was already too late.

This gust of wind, it turned out, was no ordinary battle shockwave.

It was a storm of sword intent stirred up by Hearing Gai Nie and Weiguigu Sect, two supreme masters of the sword, clashing at the peak of the Vertical and Horizontal Sword Art.

On the surface, it looked like a gust of wind.

But in truth, every current within it was a manifestation of the two men's sword Dao comprehension.

The sword is the king of all weapons, and a weapon that kills!

Beneath every famous blade, countless lives lie buried.

Hearing Gai Nie and Weiguigu Sect, as the present-day inheritors of the Guigu Sect, had taken more than a few lives themselves.

Thus every thread of sword intent was not only sharp and keen, but also imbued with boundless killing will.

Swept over by this storm of sword intent, even though they were still a foot away—

The vast majority of the masked men were seized by the sword intent; not only could they no longer channel their cultivation, they could not even control their own limbs.

And then they were drawn straight into the storm of sword intent.

Ah…

Countless screams rang out from within the storm of sword intent.

Yet no one knew whether these masked men swept inside were dead or alive.

The piercing screams made the hairs stand up on the Jiuzhou martial artists nearby who had come treasure-hunting and were being afflicted by the Despair Grass.

Although the sword-intent storm was still far off, these Jiuzhou martial artists were desperately trying to flee its range.

And Zhu Jia, at this moment, was also groaning in misery.

He had originally spent ten years of cultivation to cast this Thousand Faces Thousand Forms, which looked grand and imposing.

In truth his cultivation was ordinary, and he had never mastered this Thousand Faces Thousand Forms to perfection.

Every phantom of Thousand Faces Thousand Forms was sustained by only a wisp of true essence, falling far short of Zhu Jia's true body by an immeasurable distance.

That was why so many phantoms of Thousand Faces Thousand Forms could swarm and attack for so long, yet still fail to take down this masked-men's leader.

Although Zhu Jia could not bring down the masked-men's leader, neither would he be defeated by him.

But the great battle between Hearing Gai Nie and Weiguigu Sect stirred up this storm of sword intent.

Although it did not strike Zhu Jia's true body, those phantoms sustained by only a wisp of true essence could never withstand this storm of sword intent.

Before the sword-intent storm even drew near, most of Zhu Jia's phantoms were already destroyed by it.