Chapter 1 Black Wind

Black wind mixed with black sand blew, over a huge broken cliff. Ahead, countless black clouds churned, with enormous tornadoes twisting and shifting within the black cloud sea.

On the cliff, groups of disciples from the Wu Mian Sword Sect mostly wore solemn expressions, watching the distant black tornadoes.

"Has the reinforcement not arrived yet?" Lei Qingzhong, the leading Outer Affairs Deacon, gripped his sword-drawing fingers tightly, staring intently at the distant sea of clouds.

There was a faint bloodstain on the left side of his chest, the injury he sustained when he was ambushed by a demon beast earlier.

"Soon. It's quite a distance, and they must have encountered other demon beast packs intercepting them along the way," Yang Heng, the deputy deacon, said in a deep voice.

"This demon beast army came too suddenly. The Demon Emperor seems to be showing signs of revival. The Sect Master must join forces with the other three sects to investigate and determine the truth," Lei Qingzhong exhaled wearily. He pressed down on the sword-nurturing pouch at his waist with his other hand. It had an additional crack at some point, not caused by external force, but due to the pouch itself being triggered too many times in a short period, resulting in material wear.

Both deacons had four-seal glows shining on their chests, indicating that they had cultivated the Wu Mian Sword Art to the perfect realm.

Within the Wu Mian Sword Sect, reaching completion in Wu Mian Sword Art allows one to touch the Qian Mian Sword Canon, but the difference between deacons and elders lies here. Deacons who attempt the Qian Mian Sword Canon but fail to enter due to insufficient aptitude can only switch to other sword canons. The sect stores many other sword canons, but all their powers are far inferior to the Qian Mian Sword Canon.

This differentiates their rankings.

The Wu Mian Sword Sect has a total of ten great sword canons. Lei Qingzhong cultivates the Long Shuang Sword Canon, which focuses on strong control. This is a powerful technique second only to the Qian Mian Sword Canon, but unfortunately… even he has been left battered by the demon beast's ambush.

"I wouldn't fear even if more ordinary demon beast armies came… but…" Lei Qingzhong's eyes stared fixedly at a burly figure with a tiger's head and a human body in the black sea of clouds. It was the demon king who ambushed him—Chi Hu Hong Shen (Red Tiger Hong Shen).

Buzz.

Suddenly, in the distant sea of clouds, large swaths of black demonic wind rose into the air, blowing the black clouds and sweeping towards them.

Countless demonic winds converged along the way, quickly rotating at high speed, forming a brand-new black tornado.

This was the reason for the formation of black tornadoes in the sea of clouds.

"Kill!"

The four yuan seals on Lei Qingzhong's chest shone brightly. He patted his sword-nurturing pouch, and a beam of cyan light shot out, flying straight towards the large swath of demonic wind.

Like him, all the other Wu Mian Sword Sect disciples patted their sword-nurturing pouches together. Beams of sword light rose into the sky, forming a rain of swords from the black cliff, rushing towards the demonic wind.

At the same time, a large number of black demon beasts flew out of the demonic wind tornado.

Eagle demons, sparrow demons, crane demons, and various other bird demons came madly rushing over with red eyes.

They seemed to be under some special summoning.

Boom!!

The rain of swords and demon beasts finally collided, with large amounts of black-red blood and chunks of flesh falling. Fragments of broken swords flew in all directions.

Thunder rumbled in the sky, as if giant beasts were roaring.

Lei Qingzhong and the other deacon leaped up, their bodies supported by invisible sword blades composed of wisdom swords, flying towards the nearest black tornado.

In the center of the tornado, Chi Hu Hong Shen opened his sharp teeth and pounced with his whole body, transforming into a blood-colored giant tiger more than ten meters long, roaring as he charged towards the two.

Bang!

The top combat forces on both sides clashed. In just a few seconds, Lei Qingzhong and his companion found themselves in a precarious situation.

The sword blades in their hands flew around, but could only leave white marks on Chi Hu's body. The other party, with a casual claw, could tear apart the love-silk force field around them.

The protection of the Saint Spirit Art mainly relies on love-silk covering the surroundings, with wisdom swords adding to the attack, and bright light only used for auxiliary control.

Now without the protection of love-silk, the two were struck a few times and crashed down into the black sea of clouds.

"Hahahaha!! Die, you scum of the four sects!" Chi Hu Hong Shen laughed wildly, his body flashing with six special imprints of different colors.

He turned around, riding the demonic wind to pursue Lei Qingzhong and his companion as they fell.

All the sword sect disciples who saw this scene were filled with despair. If they were completely defeated this time guarding the border, and the deacons were killed, all of them present would inevitably perish.

Just then, a cyan light suddenly lit up in the distant sky.

The cyan light was like a sharp blade, cutting the black sea of clouds in two. Wherever it passed, everything was sliced in half, leaving a sky-blue gap.

Within the cyan light, a tall man with a gentle expression and handsome features was flying swiftly towards them, pinching his fingers into a sword gesture.

It was Huo Qingkong, who had come from afar.

"Am I still a step late?" He saw the sword sect disciples in front of him being pressed step by step and falling into a complete disadvantage, and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, Chi Hu Hong Shen was about to pounce down to pursue Lei Qingzhong and the others, his body turning into a red light falling into the black sea of clouds.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a cyan figure flickered and appeared in front of him, accurately blocking him.

The cyan figure lifted his hand, and an invisible net caught Lei Qingzhong and his companion in an instant.

It was the power of love-silk.

"Are you alright?" Huo Qingkong looked at the two.

"Qingkong, Martial Nephew, it's actually you who came!" Lei Qingzhong and his companion were both surprised and delighted, quickly stabilizing their breathing and floating in the back, steadying their bodies.

"How many people came to support?! There are too many demon beasts here," Lei asked quickly.

"Sorry, the support team hasn't arrived yet. The team was too slow, and I was worried about problems, so I took a step ahead alone," Huo Qingkong said softly.

"What? Only you?! Then what should we do!?" Lei Qingzhong and his companion were immediately shocked. Martial Nephew Qingkong should have just started cultivating the Qian Mian Sword Canon. Even if his aptitude is great, it's impossible for him to have cultivated to a high level in such a short time. His strength must be limited.

What on earth was the sword sect thinking?!

In an instant, the two deacons quickly transformed from hope to despair.

"It's okay." Huo Qingkong's expression was calm, and four yuan seals on his chest lit up with a faint glow.

"The only opponent in front of us is actually just one."

Chi Hu Hong Shen had originally thought that a large army of reinforcements had arrived, so he paused slightly, staring vigilantly ahead. When he heard that only one person had come, his tiger eyes lit up.

Awoo!

He suddenly let out a huge roar, pouncing towards Huo Qingkong and the others.

Countless red lights suddenly ignited around his body. The flames, along with the imprints, instantly ignited a large area of the surrounding black sea of clouds.

In an instant, the sea of clouds within a radius of hundreds of kilometers was completely burned, turning into a sea of fire.

"Demon Technique—Red Phosphorus Strike!!" Chi Hu Hong Shen roared, the imprints on his body shining with a dazzling light. Behind him, a huge black tiger phantom composed of flames, dozens of times larger than him, faintly rose up.

Awoo!!!!

In the terrifying tiger roar, the black tiger phantom pounced towards Huo Qingkong.

"I must hurry." Huo Qingkong gently pinched his fingers into a sword gesture, and a cyan sword pattern lit up between his eyebrows.

'Wu Mian Sword Art...'

He gently closed his eyes.

'Instant Prison.'

Whoosh!

The moment he opened his eyes, a sky-blue fluorescent light suddenly lit up in his eyes.

A pure, ultimate blue sword light burst out from his sword-nurturing pouch, accompanied by the four yuan seals on his chest lighting up.

Sever, sever, sever, sever!!

The only effect of the sublimation of the four yuan seals.

Was severing.

Clang!!!

In the clear sword sound, a clear cyan sword light cut through the sea of fire, dividing it in two.

Along with it, it also divided Chi Hu Hong Shen's body in the sea of fire in half.

The huge black tiger phantom behind him roared unwillingly, but was still powerless to be cut open, shattered, and turned into countless light spots that disappeared.

To completely defeat a six-seal with four seals...

"You!!?" Chi Hu Hong Shen's face showed bloodstains, staring incredulously at Huo Qingkong.

But he no longer had a chance to leave any last words...

The enormous sword light completely divided him, both flesh and consciousness, into two halves.

The demonic wind swirled, blowing away the remaining flames around.

The sea of fire quickly extinguished, and the remaining light illuminated Huo Qingkong's figure.

The long robe combining light blue and white fluttered constantly in the wind. He gently beckoned, and the sky-blue sword light flew in an arc, returning to the sword-nurturing pouch behind him.

"Alright, now everything should be fine." He looked with a smile at Lei Qingzhong and his companion, who had blank expressions.

".You... you don't even have a protective yuan seal?!" Deputy Deacon Yang Heng now realized that all of Huo Qingkong's imprints were actually attack yuan seals. There were no enhancements or sublimation aspects of protection and recovery at all.

"It's actually okay." Huo Qingkong smiled somewhat shyly, "Because the opponents I've encountered haven't been able to break my wisdom sword love-silk protection, so I feel that the protection is enough."

"..." Lei Qingzhong watched from the side as the flames of Chi Hu Hong Shen, who had six seals, were casually dispersed by the invisible love-silk beside Qingkong, and the shock in his heart had reached an unspeakable level.

He had chosen two yuan seals to enhance his protective ability, but even so, his love-silk protection was far inferior to the strength of Huo Qingkong's yuan seals that had not been sublimated.

And a four-seal killing a six-seal in seconds!?

What kind of damage output is this!??

He couldn't understand!

Completely, completely incomprehensible!!

Looking at Huo Qingkong, a strange sense of destiny suddenly rose in his heart.

'Perhaps... the sword sect's strongest killing True Person in history is really about to be born!'

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Shangqing City.

On a spacious suburban street.

Boom!!

Two white-clothed figures were like cannonballs, flying out and overturning the two heavy stone lions placed in front of the shops on the street.

Li Cheng Yi gently sheathed his sword, looking at the entrance to the garden wall in front of him.

"This should be the largest private garden area in the city."

He didn't even look at the two attackers lying on the ground.

Ever since he killed those important leaders, the people of Bai Sha Sect had rushed over one after another in a frantic manner, trying to attack and injure him.

These people seemed to be controlled by some means in their bodies. When they got close, their whole body's qi and blood circulated frantically, accelerating several times faster than usual. Coupled with the explosive divine sense, their lethality was greatly increased compared to before.

But unfortunately, malice in front of him was like a lamp in the dark night, with nowhere to hide.

Bang.

Li Cheng Yi cut open the gate with a sword and stepped into it.

Inside, there were colorful flowers of various kinds neatly arranged in different flower beds.

With a tap of his foot, his figure suddenly accelerated, circling around the entire garden.

He didn't find everlasting flowers, but he did find a lot of society garlic and crape myrtle flowers.

Due to different dead ends, the soil and water here led to the flowers naturally being variants.

After quickly filling up the crape myrtle flower qi, he couldn't continue to improve the society garlic because the holy infant selected in the previous layer had not cultivated the perfect technique. Li Cheng Yi could only turn around and leave.

'Hai Sha is too slow...'

Li Cheng Yi sighed in his heart. This was the limitation of flower language. Fortunately, there was still crape myrtle flower to comfort him.

Crape myrtle flower had now evolved once, and it was now at the second evolution with 100% flower qi filled.

Only evil thoughts were missing.

Exiting the garden, Li Cheng Yi was just about to go to other gardens to take a look.

Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows and looked at the top of a pavilion in the distance.

There, white figures were rapidly flying and landing on the roof, standing still.

All these white figures had petals on their collars.

That was the mark of the Qing Mu Sword Sect.

Silver leaves represented disciples, gold leaves represented deacons, and two gold leaves represented elders.

The overall structure of the four sects was actually the same as the Wu Mian Sword Sect.

Above the deacon was the elder, and above the elder was the Sect Master.

And now... there were three silver-leaf disciples and one gold-leaf deacon here.

But the deacon seemed to be following one of the silver-leaf disciples like a follower.

(End of this chapter)