To Cultivate Immortality, You Need Luck

Chapter 60 Bloody Blade

After Kong Jiao cleaned up the last trophies, he began to hide in the dense forest of the mountain stream, watching the battle that was coming to an end.

Of course, he did not forget the mission of this trip.

From time to time, his eyes glanced at the villagers led by Makita gathered under the stream.

Although the villagers were panicked, because Kong Jiao alerted them in time when he discovered the enemy attack, they were well protected and there were no casualties.

Even so, his palm was still pressed on the silver bow, ready to deal with emergencies at any time.

After about a cup of tea, the two Blood Clothes Alliance disciples were finally dragged to death with the help of the cold air poured into their bodies by Kong Jiao in a sneak attack.

One of them was chopped down by Jiang Bairen, and Xie Guang'an also made up for it with a seal in time.

Both disciples died.

"Hahaha!" After successfully winning this victory, Jiang Bairen waved his sword and laughed in the sky. Covered in blood, he now looked like a god of war in the eyes of the surviving disciples.

Even Xie Guang'an cast a respectful look at him. Jiang Bairen seemed to enjoy this feeling and laughed even louder.

"I am Jiang Bairen! Those bastards from the Blood Clothes Alliance will be unlucky if they meet me."

Although the disciples next to him were all defeated, they still won the battle, and they all praised him: "Senior Brother Jiang is so powerful."

"This Jiang Bairen's strength is not bad. It's a bit stronger than the average Wheel-Nurturing six realms. It's a bit worse than Zhu Dan, You Liufeng and others, so it's at the upper level." Looking at Jiang Bairen who was yelling arrogantly in that game, Kong Jiao made this comment.

Then he touched his nose and considered whether to walk out.

After all, the battle was over, and his continued hiding would only arouse suspicion.

"Oh, it's really troublesome. Why don't you just confess? Why are you just pretending to be here all day?"

Muttering in his mouth, Kong Jiao felt that he was too frustrated. He had obviously killed someone, but he still had to think about how to explain it to Jiang Bairen.

Make yourself look like you are sneaking around.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed as he looked down the mountain, and the tip of his nose twitched slightly, as if he smelled something.

Somewhat similar to the smell of blood that settles over time and becomes stinky and musty.

Although the taste is very light, it really has that taste.

Kong Jiao was deeply impressed by this smell, because it was the unique smell of blood carried in the spiritual power of Blood Clothes Alliance disciples.

The spiritual power contained in this taste is far higher than the Sixth Level of Wheel-Nurturing.

"No! There are still people in the dark." Kong Jiao's heart suddenly lurched, and he was about to speak out to remind everyone in the Ashen Parasol Sect below.

It's just too late.

Kong Jiao had just opened his lips, but his voice had not yet sounded.

Boom!

A blood-red sword light has already bloomed from the top of the mountain stream.

The sword awn was at least ten feet long, and as soon as it appeared, it quickly filled the field of view in Kong Jiao's eyes.

For a moment, blood overflowed, and the red color covered the canyons on both sides of the mountain stream, and also dyed Kong Jiao's face hidden in the darkness red.

The sword light fell from the sky with terrifying killing intent. Judging from the direction of its attack, it was the eight surviving disciples of Ashen Parasol Sect headed by Jiang Bairen below.

They had just finished killing the disciples of the Blood Clothes Alliance, and now it was the time when Jiang Bairen and the others were most relaxed.

Choosing to take action at this time, it was obvious that the person who made the move had carefully considered it. This sword was also a sword struck by the ambusher with all his strength.

"Sneak attack!" Jiang Bairen couldn't react in time. His face changed drastically, and he only had time to raise the sword above his head.

The other disciples were even more unbearable and did not even react.

The next moment.

The sword light flooded the area.

As Kong Jiao watched helplessly, the remaining disciples of Ashen Parasol Sect were drowned by the bloody Saber Qi.

Boom! The earth shook for a moment.

The sound of the raging sword light was deafening.

Kong Jiao, who was standing hidden in the mountain wall on the left side of the mountain stream, could feel the slight tremor of the hills under his feet.

This scene was also seen by the villagers of Makita who were watching the battle in the mountain stream.

Everyone showed expressions of extreme horror, and some even collapsed to the ground.

Such a horrific scene was something they could never dream of.

"It's over! This sword is at least a full blow from the Seventh Level of Wheel-Nurturing. Jiang Bairen is dead." Kong Jiao thought blankly as he looked at the center of the raging sword that could not be penetrated by his vision.

The raging energy lasted for several breaths before dissipating.

Revealing the devastated land below.

A gully nearly twenty feet long was split open by this knife.

Jiang Bairen's figure stood in the center of the ravine, his eyes no longer sparkling.

He had performed most outstandingly in the battle just now and received special care from the ambushers.

This knife was almost aimed at him.

The other disciples were only affected by the disaster.

when! Accompanied by the sound of Jiang Bairen's sword breaking as he raised it above his head.

A trace of blood extended from Jiang Bairen's head to his crotch, and his entire body was split open.

The body that was divided into two parts slowly fell into the center of the ravine, lifeless.

The only survivors at the scene were Xie Guangan and two Ashen Parasol Sect disciples who were among the villagers and protected the villagers but were not affected by the sword light.

The main target of that knife was Jiang Bairen, and he only suffered the aftermath.

Xie Guangan used the seal to protect himself and relied on the strength of the Sixth Level of Wheel-Nurturing to save his life.

Even so, the aftermath of the overbearing sword light also destroyed Xie Guangan until he was covered in blood and half-kneeling on the ground, vomiting blood.

Under his horrified gaze.

Ta-ta! A shadowy man dressed in blood walked out of the darkness of the mountain stream step by step.

A strong murderous aura filled the entire mountain stream.

"Wheel-Nurturing Seven Realms!" When Xie Guangan saw the man, Kong Jiao also fixed his gaze on the attacker who finally appeared.

As expected, he is a troublesome person in the Seventh Wheel-Nurturing Realm.

"It's not an ordinary Wheel-Nurturing Seventh Realm." Kong Jiao's face was solemn. He sensed the aura of the human spirit that was very similar to Han Dong from the visitor.

Although the aura is far inferior to that of Han Dong, at least it is based on the existence of the Breeding Wheel, using the essence of ordinary people's human souls, which is equal to the essence of human character and heaven and earth.

"I'm afraid this guy has been ambushing on one side for a long time. He will take action when we relax." Kong Jiao looked at the Wheel-Nurturing Seventh Realm who walked out slowly, with a serious and fearful expression on his face.

Under unprepared conditions, Kong Jiao was attacked with all his strength by the Wheel-Nurturing Seventh Realm, which had been trained with energy. Kong Jiao did not dare to say that he would survive.

It's not that he couldn't take the blow, but it was too hasty and he couldn't react at all.

"It's a bit tricky." Thinking of this, Kong Jiao looked at the Blood Clothes Alliance disciple of the Seventh Wheel-Nurturing Realm with a troubled expression.

He hid himself well, and after killing the archer, he hid himself.

The other party probably didn't notice him.

Now he has two choices, run or fight.

It's obviously impossible to run.

Kong Jiao glanced at Makita and her granddaughter Mu Xiaoye among the villagers deep in the mountain stream. They would definitely die if he ran away.

Leaving aside this mission.

Makita has a history with himself, and he also played an indispensable role in his rise.

Even before, he patted his chest and promised to protect their safety, and Mu Xiaoye had brought him water and then left. The girl's kindness made Kong Jiao feel a little uneasy.

"So the only option is to fight!"

If Kong Jiao uses the blessing of the Moon Wheel Seal to temporarily improve his cultivation, he will be able to fight.

But the other party is also experienced. He dare not say that he can win steadily. The winning rate should be around 50%.

You have to fight, it just depends on how you fight.

While Kong Jiao was weighing this, his eyes narrowed again when he looked at the figure.

This Blood Clothes Alliance disciple is indeed no ordinary person.

Kong Jiao saw above his head, in the clouds belonging to the latter luck, white luck occupied a quarter of the gray.

In other words, this person has luck, although not much, but he does have it.

This kind of person cannot be said to be impossible to kill. It will definitely be difficult to kill him.

And this is the first time Kong Jiao, other than Han Dong, has encountered an enemy with luck.

Just when Kong Jiao's eyes just touched the luck on top of the visitor's head, something unexpected happened again silently.

Above his head, the originally calm luck cloud that occupied half of the white color suddenly began to surge, jumping up and down in the direction of the Blood Clothes Alliance disciple, like a tiger that had seen its prey and wanted to pounce on it and bite it.

The luck cloud above the Wheel-Nurturing Seventh Level Blood-clothed Sect disciple was trembling, as if he had seen a natural enemy.

This detail made Kong Jiao narrow his eyes and fell into deep thought.

"I haven't killed anyone with luck yet. What will happen if I kill him?"

An idea suddenly occurred to him.

It is difficult to kill a person with luck, that is limited to ordinary circumstances, but if his opponent is a person with higher luck than him.

In terms of luck, there must be natural suppression.

Kong Jiao's luck was more than twice as strong as that of the Blood Clothes Alliance disciple, which meant that he might not be able to kill him.

"After this analysis, I feel that I have a great chance of winning."

Kong Jiao's mind was racing. After thinking so much, only a breath of time had passed.

The disciples of the Blood Clothes Alliance have already walked up to Xie Guangan.

Except for Xie Guang'an, the other disciples had lost their breath, and their corpses were scattered around, all dead.

Dou Xiao looked at the fat man who was so frightened that his face turned pale, with a trace of contempt in his eyes: "It seems that all of you Ashen Parasol Sect disciples are not all hard-nosed."

As soon as he spoke, the sword in Dou Xiao's hand was raised high again and was about to fall towards Xie Guang'an.

However, this simple move shocked Dou Xiao's body, a trace of blood seeped out of the corner of his mouth, and his body trembled.

"Shui Zhusheng, you have hurt me so much, but the knife just now caused the injury again. You must kill this person quickly, and then refine the blood food to heal the injury."

Panting heavily, Dou Xiao fiercely wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth.

At this time, Xie Guang'an had already rolled and crawled back dozens of feet when Dou Xiao's injury broke out, and was ready to run away.

As for the tasks assigned by the sect, he no longer thinks it is important.

"He is injured, I should be able to run. It is better to be punished than to die." Xie Guangan thought in horror as the fat on his fat face trembled.

"Get away if you want!" Dou Xiao seemed to have figured out what Xie Guangan was thinking. He smiled disdainfully and did not pursue him. Instead, he pinched the spell in front of him and began to guide the blood essence from the corpses on the ground.

Threads of bloody mist were pulled out from the bodies of the dead disciples of the Blood Clothes Alliance and Ashen Parasol Sect, and condensed towards Dou Xiao's hands.

Eventually it turned into a blood bead the size of a fist.

The death of his Blood Clothes Alliance comrade seemed to have left him without any emotional fluctuations, instead he had a sneer on his lips.

His original plan was to kill several of his fellow disciples and suck their blood essence.

It's better now. The snipe and the clam are fighting each other, and the fisherman gets the benefit. They are all dead, so he doesn't have to do anything.

"Kill these mortals later. Not only will your injuries be restored, but your cultivation will also be improved."

The fist-sized blood essence was crystal clear, reflecting Dou Xiao's sinister face.

Just when he was about to refine it and use it to heal his wounds.

call out! A crystal clear arrow shot through the sky with a shrieking sound.

The target was directly at the blood essence in his hand.

"Hmph!" How could Dou Xiao let someone get his wish so easily? With a flick of his long knife, he easily cut off the arrow.

Whoosh!

Three more arrows came.

"You are looking for death!" Dou Xiao finally became angry, the sword glow bloomed, and he swung the sword in the direction of the arrow.

Together with the three arrows, they were directly chopped into pieces by the sword light, and at the same time, they also slashed towards the position where the arrows struck.

boom! Before the sword light arrived, the figure of the young man holding a long bow had jumped out of his hiding place.

During this process, three more arrows were shot at Dou Xiao.

Dou Xiao saw the young man's appearance clearly, and also sensed his strength. After realizing that he only had the fifth level of Wheel-Nurturing, he became even more angry and raised his knife to cut three arrows in one blow.

"It's just the fifth realm of Wheel-Nurturing, you don't have to leave!"

While speaking, Dou Xiao's face suddenly froze, and he felt a coldness sweeping through his body.

It turned out that the ice crystal arrows that were chopped off one after another did not disappear immediately, but turned into bursts of white ice mist, silently clinging to his body, covering it with a layer of frost.

"Little trick!" Dou Xiao smiled scornfully, and the shock of spiritual power directly shook Hanshuang away.

Seeing this scene, Kong Jiao not only did not panic, but instead twitched the corners of his mouth and sneered: "Hey!"

The cold air couldn't hurt him, but it could hurt the blood essence in his hands.

While Dou Xiao was shaking away the cold air attached to the surface of his body, the blood essence in his hand had already been swallowed up by the cold air.

Under Dou Xiao's fire-breathing gaze, the blood essence was condensed into an ice crystal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The activity in the blood and semen is completely lost.

Boom! The blood essence turned into an ice ball fell from Dou Xiao's hand and hit the ground.

Dou Xiao's face was now as gloomy as water.

That was the blood essence he used to heal his wounds.

Looking at the young man walking out of the hiding place, Dou Xiao looked ferocious and said word by word: "I will cut you alive."

(End of chapter)