Chapter 295 A Life for a Life

Lin Zhao, along with the nine Yin souls she held captive, retreated rapidly behind me amidst the violent wind of blades.

My location was the only safe haven in the entire area.

But with nine bloodthirsty Yin souls approaching, was I still safe?

The instant I glanced back, the final confrontation between Ye Yang and the white bone swordsman also occurred.

Ye Yang, alone with his sword, faced twelve white bone swordsmen. He was like a wolf king surrounded by enemies, still proud, still fearless, still contemptuous of his opponents, yet he had already fallen into a disadvantageous position.

"Stop!" I roared, drawing both my sabers and slashing at the twelve figures.

I no longer had time to consider anything else.

To hell with the pursuit of swordsmanship, the glory of a swordsman, the pinnacle of the Way of the Sword!

As long as Ye Yang could survive, I would willingly shatter my saber heart and pass my saber soul to Ye Yang, so he could become a saber wielder as well!

I just wanted Ye Yang to live!

The moment I drew my sabers, the duel between Ye Yang and the white bone swordsmen momentarily separated, then rejoined in an instant. The white bone swordsmen retreated several steps, hands clasped behind their backs, their empty eyes staring at Ye Yang.

Although they were only bones, I felt a flicker of light within them!

The white bone swordsmen were unharmed, but what about Ye Yang...?

I dared not turn back to look at Ye Yang, yet I couldn't help but turn around.

Ye Yang stood there covered in blood, twelve broken ribs protruding from his body, the blood staining half of his clothes red.

The true qi in my body exploded at that moment. Saber energy surged around me, tearing my clothes into pieces that fluttered like butterflies. My twin sabers transformed into wailing vengeful spirits, appearing as if I were holding two curved, black and white, saber-shaped ghosts in my hands.

As the two fierce saber-qi ghosts raised their heads and wailed, I lashed out with both hands in fury. Lin Zhao, who was rushing towards me, ducked low to the ground. My twin sabers swept horizontally through the air, and the nine bloodthirsty Yin souls were caught up in the storm of saber energy before they could even react, and sent flying into the air.

At the same time that the eleven ghostly figures were transformed into saber light, they rushed towards Jiang Junci and Jun Jixue, who were still engaged in a life-and-death struggle.

Their battle had reached a critical point. My intrusion into their fight was tantamount to making myself a common enemy.

Under different circumstances, I would never have done such a thing, but at that moment, I had lost the ability to think. Only one thought remained in my mind – to tear Jiang Junci into a million pieces and use his head to pay tribute to Ye Yang.

As my saber qi approached, Jiang Junci and Jun Jixue simultaneously turned and slashed at me with their sabers. The four divine weapons clashed, and torrents of energy danced wildly in the heavens as countless saber shadows fell upon the earth.

Nine Graves Gully seemed to have been repeatedly cleaved by thousands of mad blades. Everywhere I looked, there were crisscrossing saber marks. The dust on the ground was like a whirlwind of sand, plunging the world into chaos.

As Jun Jixue and Jiang Junci retreated simultaneously, I took a step forward, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

Their retreat was nothing more than an attempt to dissolve my saber qi and minimize the damage. I should have done the same, but I couldn't bear to let Jiang Junci live for even a moment longer. With the black and white sabers almost jarred from my hands, I stubbornly charged forward against their combined saber qi.

I reached Jiang Junci, but the saber qi that had been forced into my body by my opponent could no longer be contained and rebounded outwards with a mouthful of blood.

I ignored my injuries and attacked again, the black and white blades crossing downwards, two ghost-like saber lights locked onto Jiang Junci.

But at the crucial moment, Jiang Junci crushed his ghost-god token, and the power of the ghost-god erupted in the void.

"You cannot kill Jiang Junci, I'm sorry!" The ghost-god in the air waved his hand, colliding with my twin sabers. The black and white blades were immediately knocked from my hands and sent flying into the distance.

"I'll kill you too!" I knew that the one summoned by Jiang Junci was likely one of the Ten Yama Envoys. From his words, I could tell that this person not only knew my grandmaster, but may have even met me once.

So what if he was one of the Ten Yama Envoys?

Ye Yang was gone, and I would fight to the death to avenge him!

As my roar faded, two saber-like gashes suddenly burst open on my shoulders, blood spurting skyward from the wounds. A layer of cold light, like saber-light, covered my arms.

"Demonic Dismemberment, Arms into Blades! Qu Mo..." The ghost-god exclaimed, "You're mad! Stop it!"

I laughed wildly as I strode forward, blood flowing from my arms without end.

Demonic Dismemberment, Arms into Blades! It was indeed my master's ultimate technique.

When I infused my lifelong cultivation and all my blood and qi into my arms, my two arms would sever at the shoulders, and the flying hands would transform into two mad blades powerful enough to slay gods and demons.

This technique could only be used once in a lifetime. After severing my arms, I would only have three days to live – a gift from the heavens to those who used this secret art, giving them a chance to take care of their affairs.

When my master taught me this technique, he repeatedly warned me that I must not sever my arms to form blades unless it was absolutely necessary, otherwise, I wouldn't even have a chance to regret it.

At this moment, I no longer knew what regret was.

Killing Jiang Junci was my only goal!

To kill him, I would spare no cost.