The Savage Lady Wants to Kill Me! Reborn on the Path of Cultivation

Chang Sheng's eyes were fixed on Gu Jianhong. As Gu Jianhong approached, he felt not only a strong sense of pressure, but also an invisible sense of oppression, as if the entire space was shrinking under his momentum, making people feel suffocated.

This pressure is so strong that it is astonishing!

Based on perception alone, Chang Sheng was certain that the opponent's strength was definitely not inferior to his own.

He took a deep breath, straightened his spine, and said calmly: "From what I know, in the realm of God's Domain, dark-type martial artists are rare."

"Yes."

"And among this rare group, top masters are even harder to find. You, are from Linghua Palace, right?" There was some certainty in Changsheng's tone.

After hearing this, Gu Jianhong snorted with disdain and stood only three steps away from Chang Sheng with a deep look in his eyes.

"If our two countries were not at war, you and I might be able to become friends..." Just as he finished speaking, Chang Sheng had already swung his sword and slashed straight at Gu Jianhong's throat, shouting at the same time: "But today, we each serve our own master, and we can only fight to the death!"

The knife flashed, but Gu Jianhong disappeared like a ghost, leaving only a wisp of faint black mist in the air.

He is a dark hidden warrior!

Chang Sheng turned his head quickly and saw Gu Jianhong had appeared silently behind one of his companions, and the black knife pierced into the man's back like lightning.

A shrill scream echoed, and the man fell to his knees in an instant. Gu Jianhong kicked him out and pulled out his black knife. The blade shook and all the blood disappeared.

His eyes flashed with cold light, like a bloodthirsty beast, and he roared in a decisive tone: "Destroy the enemy forces, leaving no one alive!"

More than a dozen disciples from the Linghua Palace responded in unison and slashed at the members of the Shura Team with their swords.

This is a battle between the light and dark forces. Both sides are martial artists, one is as white as snow, and the other is as black as ink. Even in the middle of a fierce battle formation, they can distinguish between friend and foe at a glance.

The Shura team has a large number of people, but their cultivation does not have an absolute advantage, which makes it difficult for them to restrict the hidden warriors' hiding techniques.

Although the Linghua Palace had a high level of cultivation, it was difficult for them to easily win with the tacit cooperation of the Shura team.

The two sides were fighting fiercely, the outcome was unclear and the battle was at a stalemate.

The information about the Shura team's sneak attack on the top of the mountain also reached Duan Tianyang like a gust of wind.

Zhang Tao led more than 200 soldiers and rushed to Xishan to reinforce Duan Tianyang.

As soon as they met, Zhang Tao said anxiously: "Brother Tian, ​​the Shura team of the Jin army has rushed to the top of the mountain, and Brother Gu is leading the people in a bloody battle!"

Duan Tianyang's face darkened, recalling how the Shura team destroyed their granary the night before. With just the little food left, if they succeeded again this time, there would be no need to fight this battle.

He decisively said to Zhang Tao: "Old Zhang, Xishan is left to you. I have to go back and take a look!"

Taking advantage of the interval when the Jin army stopped attacking, Duan Tianyang quickly returned to the mountain.

On the top of the mountain, the battle between Linghua Palace and Shura Team became more and more intense, with swords and shadows intertwined.

The situation was no different from the night before. Duan Tianyang said nothing and rushed towards the battlefield with his sword in hand.

He used the instant slash skill and within a split second he approached a member of the Shura team, aiming the black knife at his waist.

The martial artist and his companions were besieging the disciples of Linghua Palace when they suddenly felt an evil wind behind them. However, it was too late to dodge and they were slashed by Duan Tianyang's sword.

With a muffled sound, the armor was broken, blood gushed out, and a deep wound instantly tore his body apart, and his internal organs flowed out.

He screamed, collapsed to the ground, struggled a few times and then died.

As Duan Tianyang's physical strength was greatly depleted, the force of his sword was significantly weakened, otherwise this sword would be enough to cut the opponent in half.

After successfully killing one person, Duan Tianyang pounced on another Shura team member nearby without any hesitation.

Before the other person arrived, the blade moved first, slashing towards the opponent's neck.

The martial artist was concentrating on dealing with the enemy in front of him and was completely unprepared for the sudden attack from the side.

Before he could react, Duan Tianyang slashed his neck with a knife. With a crisp sound, his head was separated from his body.

Duan Tianyang's joining made the battle situation change rapidly. He killed two members of the Shura team in a flash, and the originally evenly matched situation began to tilt in his favor.

Just as Duan Tianyang was looking for his next target, a member of the Shura team rushed towards him.

Duan Tianyang recognized at a glance that this was the Tiangang realm master with whom he had fought fiercely the night before.

There was no winner that night, and when they met again today, his anger was even stronger.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said in a cold voice: "Let's see where you can run this time!" After that, he rushed towards the other party with a knife.

As soon as the two men came into contact, the black swords in their hands collided violently. The head-on confrontation between the two Tiangang realm martial artists was shocking.

The powerful air waves spread out in all directions with them as the center, even the nearby sand and gravel were impacted and rolled.

The man was the first to retract his knife, and then he chopped towards Duan Tianyang's head with a force as powerful as thunder.

Faced with this attack, Duan Tianyang did not retreat. He stood up and met it with a knife.

There was a sharp metallic collision sound—"clang!"

Duan Tianyang's body swayed slightly and he took two steps back, while the opponent jumped high due to the rebound force.

Seeing this, Duan Tianyang quickly swung his sword and chased after him.

However, he soon discovered that the opponent's leap was not due to the force of rebound, but to accumulate strength for the next attack.

Just as he was about to take off into the air, the man had already fallen rapidly in mid-air and swung his knife at him again.

This knife not only incorporated all of his body's strength, but also took advantage of the inertia of falling, so that when the blade passed through the air, it no longer made a sharp sound of breaking wind, but a deafening roar.

Faced with such a fierce attack, Duan Tianyang was unwilling to show weakness. Instead, he gritted his teeth and tried his best to block it with his sword.

"when!"

"Crack!"

A loud and earth-shattering noise shook the entire scene.

The strong impact sound caused the martial artists present to feel a stinging pain in their eardrums, temporarily obstructing their hearing.

The air waves generated by the collision pushed the martial artists around them back one after another.

This battle shocked everyone, and the black swords in the hands of the two protagonists broke at the same moment.

Duan Tianyang fell like a meteor, hitting the ground heavily with a loud bang.

A huge dent was smashed into the ground and Duan Tianyang fell into it.

For a moment, dust flew everywhere and the scene was in chaos.

The martial artist who collided with him, after encountering the rebound force, jumped several meters into the air like a spring.

He glanced at the broken black sword in his hand, his mind moved, his thoughts flowed like water, a chill immediately condensed and covered the broken blade.

The cold not only froze the blade, but also stretched to both ends like vines, instantly transforming the broken blade into a sharp ice spear.

He swooped down from a high altitude with a fierce momentum, pointing the tip of his spear directly at Duan Tianyang in the pit below.

Faced with this swift attack, although Duan Tianyang wanted to dodge, he was powerless. He was stuck deep in the pit and could not exert any strength at all.

The previous collision did not injure him, but it exhausted his physical strength. At this moment, he just wanted to have a good rest for a while, even if it was only for a minute...