From the moment Sun Lang spoke to the moment he killed, only a few breaths of time had passed.
In an instant, the Earth Extinction Blade Sect's Ximen Qing, who had once used the Phoenix Severing Blade to intimidate the Two Thorns and enjoyed a great reputation for twenty years, died on the spot without a sound.
Everyone's first reaction was shock, and then they felt a deep chill.
This was the so-called 'the fox grieves for the rabbit's death'. The famous Earth Extinction Blade Sect of the Jianghu died just like that.
The group of heroes drew their weapons as quickly as possible and retreated. They looked at Sun Lang as if they were facing a great enemy, but no one dared to say anything. They felt that they had already overestimated Sun Lang's martial arts, but now it seemed that they had still underestimated him.
Master Zhiying was worthy of being the representative of the Sanskrit Temple, the so-called number one sect of the Jianghu. At this juncture, he still shouldered the responsibility of being the leader of the Jianghu. He held a Buddhist monk's blade in each hand and shouted, "Benefactor, if you have something to say, we can talk it over. There is no need to use such a vicious move!"
Sun Lang ignored him and turned his head towards the vigilant Daoist priest Bai. "I have some friendship with Daoist priest Bai Xue, so I'll let you go. If you don't want to suffer, then stand by yourself against the wall."
The meaning behind his words was that he was already prepared for a great battle. Although everyone here was a member of the Jianghu and had earned their fame by fighting with their blades and spears, before Sun Lang, they actually did not have the courage to make the first move. Their first reaction was actually to try and resolve the matter peacefully. One of them shouted, "Senior, we are not the claws and fangs of Tensei Province. We have never offended you!"
"There's nothing you can do about it. If you want to blame someone, then blame the Bai family and Tensei Province."
Sun Lang then looked at Yang Tiandu who was already scared half to death. "You didn't do anything wrong, and your performance was fine. Stand by the wall as well. Lend me your sword."
They were all going to use their swords.
Suddenly, one of them stepped on the ground without saying a word and quickly shot backwards towards the door. It seemed like he was planning to escape without a trace.
Sword light flashed.
Sun Lang only lightly pointed his finger, and the long sword in Yang Tian Du's hand immediately left its scabbard. It turned into a stream of sword light, and set off the sound of death in the air.
His head soared into the sky and blood gushed out. That person was still dozens of steps away from the door when his headless body fell to the ground … Almost as soon as he started to run, the flying sword chased after him.
Sun Lang sighed. "Sigh, silly. No matter how fast the Hong Kong reporters run, can they outrun a .59 caliber rifle?"
Yang Tian Dou had already reached the wall at his fastest speed, he looked like he wanted to bury his body into the wall.
Another person died.
Everyone felt a chill in their hearts. However, they were still heroes of the martial arts world after all. Their bravery and ruthlessness had not faded. Seeing that there was no hope for peace and there was no way to escape, they would fight to the death first!
However, Sun Lang was still faster than them.
The longsword that killed the escapee was controlled by an invisible force. After drinking the blood from the neck, it immediately flew back. Sun Lang did not wait for it to fly back to his hand and pounced on the second target!
Zhengyang Palace's Daoist Bai Dai.
The Daoist priest felt a gust of wind blowing against his face and was greatly shocked. He didn't even think about it. The Pine Patterned Ancient Sword in his hand shook out a cluster of sword lights and stabbed towards Sun Lang. At the same time, he pointed with his left hand and a dozen talismans turned into blue flames that flowed on the sword body, greatly increasing the power of the sword technique.
However, it was useless. He was facing an enemy he could not resist. Even ten of him would not be enough.
Sun Lang flicked his finger and the blue flames extinguished. The sword vibrated and Daoist Bai Dai felt a sharp pain between his thumb and forefinger. He could not even hold the sword and the pine patterned ancient sword flew out of his hand. Then, he felt a pain in his lower jaw as he was struck by the Rising Dragon Lord.
Seeing Daoist Bai Dai spinning towards the wall, everyone roared and attacked Sun Lang together.
Sun Lang sneered. At the same time, Daoist Bai Dai's pine patterned ancient sword fell. He reached out and flicked the hilt of the sword. The ancient sword gained great speed and stabbed at Master Zhi Ying with a whistling sound!
Monk Zhi Ying was a responsible person. While everyone was terrified, he was the first to rush out and support Daoist Bai Dai with his Buddhist Commandment Blade. Unfortunately, Daoist Bai Dai was defeated too quickly. Just as he was about to step forward, he felt a piercing murderous intent. Sword Qi was dense and a cold longsword flew across the sky, stabbing at him!
Master Zhi Ying shouted in a low voice, and the two Buddhist Commandment Blades moved up and down, forming a cross. The blade aura was concentrated, and the sharpness was not revealed. It was the consummate skill of Sanskrit Temple's Great Mercy Blade Technique, and it was enough to send a straight longsword flying!
But in the next moment, the master's expression changed drastically. He had only used half of the skill. Before the Buddhist Commandment Blade and the flying sword collided, he found something terrifying. The flying sword seemed to be thrown out and its path was straight, no different from an ordinary arrow. As long as one could deal with its speed and strength, it would be easy to block it … But he was wrong.
He had only used half of his saber technique when he realized that the long sword, which was like a shooting star, seemed to be moving in a straight line. However, the tip of the sword was pointing at the only flaw in his saber technique!
If he used this skill, he would be pierced by the sword before he could block the flying sword … The speed, strength, and accuracy were all good. The sword was pointing at the flaw of the Great Mercy Blade Technique. It was as if the sword in front of him was not a straight flying sword, but a peerless swordsman with superb swordsmanship. He was attacking him with a set of shocking sword moves that were created to counter the Great Mercy Blade Technique!
Was … was this a coincidence?
In the time it took for a spark to fly off a piece of flint, the sword approached. Master Zhi Ying didn't have time to think carefully. He suddenly changed his move. With a loud shout, he blocked with his Buddhist Commandment Blade.
The blade and sword collided. His entire body trembled from the impact. Then, he staggered backwards. He had only changed his move in a hurry to protect himself, which was why he lost his composure. He only managed to knock away the flying sword. It could be said that he was in an extremely sorry state.
Master Zhi Ying cried out in shame inwardly. Suddenly, he felt his scalp go numb. He subconsciously turned around, only to find that the longsword he had knocked away rushed up the beam. Then, it bounced off the beam and actually came stabbing down at him!
The sword momentum came down from above. Master Zhi Ying didn't even think about it. His body had already reacted instinctively. He turned around and slashed diagonally. It was a move of the Kasyapa Blade Technique. As a famous blade master of Prajna Temple, he already knew all of the various blade techniques in the temple.
However, when he used this move, his expression changed drastically again. It was because he encountered the same thing again!
This flying sword that bounced out from the beam once again pierced towards the greatest weakness of his move!
Both times, he encountered this type of terrifying phenomenon that exceeded common sense. His entire body broke out in cold sweat. He once again rolled backwards in a sorry state, avoiding this sword. The flying sword landed on the ground and immediately bounced back. Master Zhi Ying's eyes stared fixedly at this sword, fearing that it would come back and attack him again.
However, it didn't.
That pine patterned ancient sword he seized from Daoist Priest Bai bounced on the ground, and then it flew into the distance. There, a white figure was shuttling through the crowd like a butterfly.
It was precisely Sun Lang … That pine patterned ancient sword flew towards Sun Lang.
Master Zhi Ying's eyes followed the sword's body.
Sun Lang who was currently fighting in the crowd also just happened to turn around.
Their gazes collided in the air. Sun Lang's fist broke the double truncheons of a Jianghu hero into two pieces, and then he took the opportunity to strike that person's chest, causing him to vomit blood and fly backwards. At the same time, Sun Lang calmly nodded towards Master Zhi Ying with an expression of praise, as if he was praising Master Zhi Ying for being able to dodge these two swords.
The pine patterned ancient sword pierced through the crowd and approached Sun Lang.
Then, Master Zhi Ying saw Sun Lang stretch out his hand and lightly touch the sword's body. Then, he took the opportunity to slap another Fist Master who was approaching him, sending him flying backwards.
— — It was as if what he did was just along the way.
And this pine patterned ancient sword that was along the way seemed to have regained its power to pierce through metal and stone. It nimbly turned in the air and once again pierced towards Master Zhi Ying with an unstoppable momentum!
Master Zhi Ying's hair instantly stood on end. He no longer had the bearing of an enlightened monk. He frantically shouted in his heart — — This is not a coincidence!
He … … he actually … … Impossible!
How could he calculate so accurately!
If Master Zhi Ying's shock was because he was personally witnessing it, then Bai Zhenming's shock was because he was a spectator.
When the heroes were fighting, he stood alone in his original position. Sun Lang did not care about him. For a moment, he did not even think about running away. This was because he was planning to die by Sun Lang's hands, using his death to deal a heavy blow to Sun Lang.
Thus, he stood on the sidelines and observed the battle.
In just a few dozen breaths of time, seven or eight people had been defeated or killed. Although this was very fast, it was not unreasonable. After all, this was the strongest Sword Saint of the past.
What made Bai Zhenming fearful was something else.
Six, seven, eight.
This was already the eighth sword.
In just a few breaths of time, Sun Lang had defeated several more people and taken their swords.
Another three swords flew through the air.
Because of this, eight people were firmly trapped. With Master Zhi Ying as the leader, they were the strongest eight people present.
The Bai Family was a Sword Saint's family. Although Bai Zhenming's aptitude was not the best, he had a father who was the Seven Luminaries Sword Saint. He could be considered to have been influenced by him and had extremely high standards. Even with his identity as the son of a Sword Saint, he was shocked and even terrified by what was happening in front of him … … because everything in front of him was beyond his understanding.
The fierce battle in the field was in full swing. Sun Lang calmly faced the crazy group of people and steadily defeated one person after another. In addition, the hall was filled with the light of swords. Eight long swords flew back and forth in the air, suppressing the eight martial artists to the point that they could not move. These eight people were famous among famous martial artists. They came from large sects and had excellent martial arts. All of them had learned the most exquisite and powerful martial arts of their respective sects.
However, no matter how many strange moves they used, they were still beaten into a sorry state by the flying swords that no one was holding. The flying swords flew back and forth in a straight line as if someone was waving them. Moreover, every move was tit for tat. It was as if someone had created a martial art that was specially designed to counter their sect's unique martial arts and then used it against them!
However … … these were just flying swords. There was no invisible person waving them.
The more Bai Zhenming watched, the more shocked he became. These eight long swords flew through the air, but they were not controlled by will like in legends. This was because after they flew through the room a few times, they would fly back at a perfect angle. Then, Sun Lang would move them again and again, and they would fly out again with the cold light of the swords.
Sun Lang, who was unstoppable in the crowd, only had to move the eight long swords as if they were his arms. It was as if eight peerless swordsmen were using eight different sets of sword techniques to attack the eight famous martial artists … … How did he do it?!
Bai Zhenming was extremely shocked. For the first time, he felt fear … … Only then did he vaguely understand what kind of enemy he was facing.
Among the eight martial artists, there was also someone who was in charge of the overall situation and discovered this terrifying situation. That person seemed to be unable to suppress the fear in his heart and broke down. "This is not martial arts!
This is witchcraft!
You … … How did you do it?! "
At this time, Sun Lang had already beaten all the martial artists surrounding him to the ground. The eight long swords flew back at him at the same time. He held two swords with both hands and pointed the sword tip at the hilt of the remaining six swords. As a result, the six long swords flew in the air as if they had a mind of their own. They flew around Sun Lang and stabbed straight at him. Sun Lang held two swords in his hands, and the six swords followed him. He was unstoppable as he rushed towards the last eight people. Hearing this, he laughed loudly.
"… … I don't have any other skills, but I am familiar with them!"