I took the third step, and the coffin that had been floating in the hot oil exploded like ignited gunpowder, flying out of the pit with scalding oil.

My twin sabers were drawn simultaneously, and the blood-red saber energy slashed out from my hands, layer upon layer, endlessly connected, the sound of the sabers like ten thousand horses galloping, earth-shattering.

After I lunged forward several meters, the saber light, which had been chaotic like a tide a moment ago, and the saber sounds, which had been as dense as rain, converged into two beams of saber light at the moment my footsteps stopped, slashing horizontally at the wooden coffin!

"Stacked Saber Style!" Feng Ruoxing's voice was already trembling.

The Stacked Saber Style is the superposition of the force of several sabers, dozens of sabers, or even hundreds of sabers, into one saber strike at the opponent.

Although the Stacked Saber Style is powerful, it is only one strike. Once it fails to kill the enemy with the saber, the wielder's strength is exhausted, and there is no chance to withdraw the saber for defense.

Kill the enemy or be killed.

Before Feng Ruoxing's voice faded, my twin sabers had already cut open the coffin. Ye Qi, dressed in black, suddenly opened his eyes and drew a finger-length sleeve sword from his sleeve, striking straight at my chest.

After my twin sabers smashed the coffin, they were still more than a foot away from the opponent.

My saber couldn't touch him, but the sleeve sword ejected from his hand could pierce me on the spot.

Ye Qi didn't notice that my scimitars had already cracked. The moment the killing intent arose in his eyes, my twin sabers exploded into fragments, and the cracked steel sabers, carrying a whistling wind, rushed towards the opponent's chest.

Cold Star Shoots the Moon!

The only move in the martial world that can kill the enemy even after the weapon is broken, roared into existence in my hands.

The shattered weapons exploded several times between me and Ye Qi, most of the broken sabers pierced through Ye Qi's body, and the remaining iron shards bounced back from Ye Qi's body, directly hitting me.

I clearly felt a blade pierce the skin of my chest and then stab into my ribs. If it weren't for the bones of a Transcendent Realm expert being stronger than ordinary people, those iron shards alone would have been enough to make me die on the spot.

Ye Qi, across from me, was blasted away several meters and fell into the hot oil, but I took several steps on the edge of the pit, leaped up, landed on the other side, and rushed straight to the heavenly steps.

I have ten masters, and each of them has a life-saving decision and a desperate trick.

When they taught me, they repeatedly told me: No matter what, save your life first. But in the end, everyone passed on their desperate moves to me.

Their bones are filled with banditry. Even if they become ghosts, the ferocity on their bodies cannot be erased.

In their eyes, the martial world is a road of no return. Martial artists will eventually die on the battlefield, their heads separated from their bodies. Before they die, they should take away as many opponents as possible. That is what a desperate martial artist should do.

The Saber Soul, the Ten Blood-Soaked Slashes created specifically for me, is all about exchanging life for life from beginning to end.

Victory: A person wears a blood-soaked garment.

Defeat: A person lies in a pool of blood.

"Kill!" The moment I stepped onto the stone steps, I quickened my pace. White bones flew around my feet, and I had already rushed towards the second coffin, my twin sabers drawn again.

Two beams of cold light soared several meters on both sides of my body. From a distance, it looked as if I was holding two sabers more than two meters long against the wall, pushing the sabers forward. Shattered stone chips continued to burst along the edges of the saber, and the saber marks carved out by the Gang energy closely followed my footsteps up the stone steps.

Just as I approached the second coffin, the coffin blocking the road suddenly stood upright and pressed down on me.

As I retracted both sabers simultaneously, I reversed the direction of the two scimitars, with the blades facing upwards and the backs facing downwards, and thrust both sabers into the sides of the coffin.

The power of the scimitar lies mainly in slashing, but it is not impossible to use the tip of the saber to pierce the opponent. On the contrary, finding the right angle with a scimitar makes it easier to pierce the opponent, and the damage caused is even greater than that of a straight saber.

The two beams of cold light in my hands suddenly pierced through the sides of the coffin, replacing the two coffin nails and sealing the coffin to death.

I gripped the saber hilts tightly with both hands, used my body to support the coffin, and pushed the coffin up the stone steps, crashing straight towards the third coffin.

When I collided with Ye Qi, I had a guess that the people in the coffin couldn't get out without external force.

If I were to switch places with Ye Qi, I would never choose to attack when my opponent was breaking the coffin.

At that time, although it was the moment when the opponent's strength was waning, it was just right to counterattack. However,隔着the coffin, it was also difficult to judge how strong the opponent's strength was. If the opponent's force was enough to split the coffin and the person in half, hiding in the coffin would not be an opportunity to counterattack, but rather to wait for death.

Ye Qi's best choice should have been to shake off the coffin lid himself, use the coffin lid as a shield to consume the opponent's edge, and then take advantage of the opponent's emptiness while blocking the coffin lid to break in, which would have been more likely to win.

The second time I drew my saber, I didn't break the coffin, but chose to prop up the coffin, just to verify whether my guess was right or wrong?

Of course, this result requires me to verify with my life.

If I guessed right, maybe I can directly fight for a chance of survival for Ye Yang.

If I guessed wrong, the person hiding in the coffin only needs one sword to send me to the Yellow Springs. Moreover, that is a sword that I cannot avoid.